"Ignore them, let's go find the Shura Academy. "Shinoyu stroked the back of the left smoker to make it as comfortable as possible.

Zuo Yanmu's mood was better, but he had no interest in going to Shura Academy. Thinking that the people in the academy were similar to the people on the street, Zuo Yanmu had a headache.

Finally, it was still a plain coat's "Brother Mu" that made Zuo Yanmu regain his strength.

Suyi is the quietest and most well-behaved girl among the six girls, she is usually very ladylike, she doesn't make a sound, and only when Xiaoyou asks, she will answer.

Zuo Yanmu was awakened by Su Yi, and he instantly understood that instead of arguing meaninglessly with these Diao people, it was better to find Shura Academy earlier. The Shura School is a sect of cultivating immortals directly under the imperial court, and there should be no such people in it.

Left Yanmu picks up Shinoyu, puts him on the trailer, and continues on.

Some people are very bored, chasing Zuo Yanmu and scolding, but Zuo Yanmu didn't hear it. As long as the swearers don't threaten the safety of Shinoyu and his younger siblings.

Zuo Yanmu went around one bend after another, and finally found the gate of the Shura School. Magnificent, white marble archway gate.

In front of the door stood a dozen heavily armed soldiers, all dressed in light armor.

Zuo Yanmu stopped the trailer and stepped forward to ask about the school.

"Excuse me, my lord, is Shura Academy recruiting?" Zuo Yanmu disguised himself as a mountain village nofu, and the guards didn't bother to pay attention to Zuo Yanmu.

Zuo Yanmu didn't go so well, so he took out a tael of silver and asked again.

"Excuse me, how can I get into school?" Zuo Yanmu sneaked into the guard's hand.

"This, ah, of course, just go to the East Gate check-in office to sign and then pay the money. The guard hurriedly put the money away, and then pretended that nothing had happened.

Zuo Yanmu still has a lot of questions, but it seems that he can't continue to ask.

Zuo Yanmu took Xiaoyou and his younger siblings to the East Gate registration office, signed his name, and paid two hundred taels of silver for tuition before entering the door.

Two hundred taels of silver is all the belongings of Zuo Yanmu, and after handing it over, Zuo Yanmu will no longer be enough to eat and drink.

Zuo Yanmu found a room for Youlong, and then found a room for himself. The small space in the valley of Fuyun Mountain was carried by Zuoyanmu, and now Zuoyanmu can open the entrance in the room.

As always, let Shinoyu and his younger siblings live in a small space.

In the past, when he was in the valley, Shinyu could also hunt with flower snakes. There are also a lot of wild fruits in the mountains, so eating and drinking are not a problem. Now that she's moved here, Shinoyu can no longer find food on her own.

Now Zuo Yanmu has to take on the mission of feeding "a family of fourteen".

Although You Long has collided with Zuo Yanmu, Zuo Yanmu can't let You Long go. He still has to find a way to make money to provide living expenses for Youlong.

"No, I'm here to study, how do I look like I'm here to make a living. Zuo Yanmu and Shinoyu sat on the roof of the small space, and Zuo Yanmu asked.

"After a while, I can also go out to find things to do and subsidize my family. "Shinoyu is very sensible.

"No, your slender hands can't do rough work. You can take your younger siblings with you, and I'll figure it out. Zuo Yanmu held Xiaoyou in his arms, thinking of countless plans to make money in his mind.

After entering the school, you can go to the bookstore to study immediately. Zuo Yanmu went to it once, and the books in the book house were all about the poetry that Zuo Yanmu had learned. You Long may need to listen to it, but Zuo Yanmu doesn't.

So Zuo Yanmu put his mind on making money.

He walked around Jincheng and found more than a dozen jobs that could earn ten taels of silver a month. But he didn't want to do hard labor for others, and it took too much time to do hard labor.

There is also a more lucrative, but very dangerous job - the arena.

Although Zuo Yanmu once said that he wanted to be a fighter, he is too weak now and does not have the strength to be a fighter.

At night, Zuo Yanmu disguised himself as a different form with his transformation technique, felt into an alley, and put a slogan on a certain corner, and someone inside opened the door.

The entire wall was a trap, and with the sound of heavy movement, the left smoke wood entered the underground arena.

Not long after walking, a deafening cheer was heard.

"Hit!"

"Kick him!"

"Left hook!"

"Knee bang!"

"Oops!"

......

Following everyone's gaze, you can see that ordinary mortals are fighting on the stage.

There are many types of competitions in this underground arena, from mortal boxing matches to monks' level matches. Zuo Yanmu participated in the competition of the self-cultivation Dao level, and someone led him the way.

"May I ask senior, how much money can I get for a fight?" asked Zuo Yanmu.

"As long as you win one, you will have ten taels of silver. Said the guide.

Hearing this, Zuo Yanmu was silent. He didn't know what kind of opponent he was about to face, so he didn't dare to say how easy it was to make these ten taels of silver.

This was Zuo Yanmu's first time in the underground place, and he was a little flustered in his heart. Without the company of the fox fairy, there is still no way to calm down.

Left Smokewood was taken to a relatively open arena, where the largest number of spectators and the arena for the competition was also large. After all, it was a place for monks to fight, and it needed to be expanded several times.

"Wait, if someone calls you by name, you go up. The leader left after speaking.

Zuo Yanmu looked back at the road, wow, it's so far, I don't know if I remember how to go back after the battle.

He turned to watch the battle of the monks on the stage.

Two men with big knives slashed at each other, they were both monks with the strength of the first level of the Self-cultivation Dao, and no one could beat anyone. It looks boring, but in fact, the fighters on the stage are in danger of their lives.

No matter which side shows a flaw, they will be hacked to death, and even if they are not hacked to death, they will be seriously injured, and they will not be able to compete on stage again in this life.

There have been three successes of victory and defeat, the loser was carried away, and the winner was defeated by the more powerful one, and was also carried away.

This is the dueling arena!

The arena just sounds good, but in fact, the place where life and death fight is the dueling arena.

Fortunately, there is also a sealing technique, and Zuo Yanmu estimates that no one in this dueling arena has ever seen a real sealing technique. When the left smoke wood is displayed, it will definitely win.

"Scar!"

"Scar!"

"Scar!"

......

The man known as Scar has already cut down three people in a row, and he has become the highlight of the show.

Zuo Yanmu used the Heavenly Eye Technique to detect that the scar was only the strength of the early stage of the second layer of the Cultivation Dao. Why are the people in this dueling arena so weak?

Although Zuo Yanmu participated in the competition at the level of self-cultivation, he didn't expect his opponent to be so weak.

"Next, a new challenger is invited, Amu!" the announcer on the stage shouted the pseudonym of Zuo Yanmu.

Zuo Yanmu walked up to the stage, and everyone saw a man who was seven feet tall, which was the height of Zuo Yanmu itself. He just changed his face, and the rest didn't change.

The area around the dueling arena was full of people, many of whom were landlords of Jincheng, or people who had made a little money doing business.

Zuo Yanmu looked at the audience, which was different from the feeling of his duel in the mulberry forest. He blended into the atmosphere as if he could do whatever he wanted.

Scar calls out to Zuo Yanmu and asks if he is ready to die.

And Zuo Yanmu is still immersed in this joy, and he likes this freedom very much.

Scar was furious, threw away the knife in his hand, and went straight to the left smokewood.

Because Scar is very large and has a big belly, according to experience, a slender person like Zuo Yanmu can't hold half a stick of incense.

Scar still thinks that Zuo Yanmu is very bad, and he is not ready to use a knife.

And when the scar was still an arm's length away from Zuo Yanmu, Zuo Yanmu quickly took out his sword. His white steel sword pierced Scar's heart directly.

The audience did not reproach Zuo Yanmu, but cheered for Zuo Yanmu.

"Amu!Amu!Amu!Amu......"

Zuo Yanmu accepted everyone's cheers and asked the person who brought him over in the audience.

"Is it true that I can get ten taels of silver for every game I win?" asked Zuo Yanmu by bending down.

"Ah, yes. If you win 10 in a row, you will get an extra 100 taels of silver. The man added.

Zuo Yanmu sneered, he was very confident. This cultivator-level opponent is too rubbish, and twenty consecutive victories are no problem.

The announcer took the stage again.

"The new fighter showed off his superb swordsmanship, and this is the first time we've seen a swordsman come to the dueling ring. The competition is getting more and more exciting, let's welcome the next one, King Tai!" the announcer quickly stepped off the stage.

There is only one rule in this dueling arena, that is, there are no restrictions on the field, and there are restrictions off the field.

As long as you're on the field, whatever happens. No one is to blame for murder and arson, but rather cheers.

Zuo Yanmu is for the time being to make money, and he won't kill people here all the time. The flute alto reminded himself not to get used to killing.

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