Five days later.
"Bad news" came out - the Fuyuan Escort Bureau was attacked when escorting the escort to Yuanchang Fucheng.
There were more than 30 people in the escort team, including the first master Cheng Shan and the second master Han Lin, two masters of the blood training realm, none of them survived.
In addition to practicing health-preserving techniques these days, Han Zhao would run to the inner city whenever he had time to see what news there was from the Fuyuan Escort Agency.
Suffering this heavy blow, the Fuyuan Escort Agency suddenly lost its backbone. In addition to facing compensation for the failure of the escort agency, other forces in the inner city also took action to divide the interests of the Fuyuan Escort Agency.
When Han Zhao went to Fuyuan Escort Agency in the afternoon, the remaining people had handed over all their property and territory and were preparing to pack up and move out of Black Rock City. Apparently some forces in the city had already received the news in advance.
He stood not far from the gate of the escort agency, looking at the imposing facade of the escort agency and the escorts who looked like bereft dogs, and sighed inwardly.
Back at Xinqiaofang, Han Zhao clearly felt that the attitude of the people who greeted him before had changed, and there were even people following him.
After the breakthrough in the health-preserving formula, Han Zhao's hearing became much sharper. The footsteps not far behind him always maintained a rhythm, and they were clearly following him.
'The information is really well-informed! '
Han Zhao changed his route directly and rushed towards Yihefang, the most prosperous place in the outer city.
Shanshan Quanyuan is right there.
...
When Han Zhao walked out of the alley, there was a mansion opposite.
I saw two stone lions more than one meter high standing at the door. The plaque on the door read the four characters "Shaking Mountain Boxing Academy", so lively!
He patted his face, then pinched the flesh on the inner thigh and twisted it hard. Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. Then he wiped the tears with his sleeves and walked towards the 'Shaking Mountain Boxing Academy' on the opposite side.
When you walk to the door, you can hear shouts coming from the courtyard wall.
Han Zhao went up and knocked on the door.
Squeak!
The door opened, and a dark, tall, and bald young man stretched out his upper body, and then stepped out of the threshold, "Are you here to learn boxing?"
[This is a young man who suffered from hair loss at a young age. Baldness is a taboo word. 】
The reminder information in his sight made Han Zhao almost laugh out loud.
But he didn't dare.
He was only 1.7 meters tall, and the other person was a head taller than him, at least 1.9 meters tall. Standing in front of him felt like a wall.
"I want to learn sword skills." Han Zhao said, cupping his fists.
"Learning swordsmanship?" The young man was obviously stunned for a moment, looked Han Zhao up and down, and then said: "Learn boxing for one or two months, learn swordsmanship for three or two months, and you have to pay three months first. Is that enough?"
"Yes."
"Come in." Upon hearing this, the young man gave up his position and motioned for Han Zhao to come in.
Han Zhao nodded, adjusted his collar, took a breath, and crossed the threshold.
Entering the door, there is a large open space in front of you, divided into two parts: left and right.
The apprentice on the right is either holding a stone lock to practice strength, or punching a sandbag. It looks like he is laying the foundation. From time to time, someone peeks towards the left.
The apprentices on the left are sparring in groups of two, and their boxing movements are much faster, and they obviously have a method.
There were probably forty or fifty people in the entire courtyard, all wearing black training uniforms, black trousers, and a pair of black velvet-soled cloth shoes. There was a fist-sized "LV" embroidered on the left chest.
Seeing Han Zhao's appearance as a helpless scholar, the men resting on the right pointed at him, as if they were saying: 'This kid will definitely not be able to hold on. '
There was a wicker chair in the aisle between the front yard and the back yard, and an old man with a full beard and gray hair was lying on it.
At this moment, the old man squinted his eyes slightly and was leisurely basking in the sun, shaking his legs and eating melon seeds. There was still a piece of melon seed peel on the beard on the right chin. He did not look like an expert at all. He was clearly a retired person enjoying life. The old man.
[Practice as a strong martial artist to protect your body with strength. You can activate your strength at will. You can easily have the strength of a thousand pounds and can crush you to death with one finger. It is recommended to hug your thighs, which is good for making money. 】
The reminder information in his sight made Han Zhao not look down upon the old man at all.
The bald young man trotted to the old man's wicker chair, squatted down with a respectful look, said something in the old man's ear, and pointed at Han Zhao, who was standing in the middle of the yard.
The old man suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Han Zhao.
Seeing this, the dark young man waved to Han Zhao: "Come here and see Master Lu!"
Han Zhao stepped forward.
Lu Yi looked Han Zhao up and down and said, "Do you want to learn Duanyue Sword Technique?"
Han Zhao nodded and said respectfully: "Student Han Zhao, I have met Mr. Lu."
Lu Yi stood up, reached out and pinched Han Zhao's right arm.
Han Zhao felt as if his numbness had been rubbed repeatedly, and the entire right side of his body was numb.
'Is this strength? '
Then, Lu Yi pinched Han Zhao's left arm, then his ribs, and finally his spine and shoulder bones.
"My bones are a bit weak." Lu Yi frowned slightly and sat back on the wicker chair. "Go over there and pay the money. Let's study for three months and see."
Hearing this, Han Zhao reached into his clothes, took out a white booklet, held it up with both hands, and said, "The student has no money, but he is willing to use this 'Qiansi Yin' technique to pay for the tuition. I wonder if that's okay?"
"He uses a book of exercises as tuition? Does it feel uncomfortable to have too much money?"
"Qiansi Yin? Isn't that the martial arts of 'Thousand Silk Hands' Han Lin? This kid is..."
"It should be Han Lin's youngest son, the medicine jar that cost him thousands of taels of silver."
"A martial art that can be practiced to the level of blood training can be sold for one hundred and eighty taels of silver even if it is put on the black market. Are you so prodigal?"
"You don't know yet, Han Lin and Fuyuan Escort Agency are finished! Today I..."
Han Zhao's behavior attracted the attention of the apprentices, and they began to whisper among themselves. Some well-informed people already knew the inside story.
"Oh?!" Lu Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "Boy Han, are you Han Lin's youngest son?"
Han Zhao responded: "Yes, Master Lu."
Lu Yi took the white booklet, read it casually, and said, "It's quite a bit of a secret, but it's a pity that I don't have the most critical visualization diagram. Otherwise, the price could at least be doubled a hundred times. Now it's worth seventy or eighty taels of silver at most. But I won’t spend money to buy it, it can be used to offset the tuition fee.”
"Thank you Master Lu." Han Zhao said with his fists clasped. What he wanted was to let everyone know that he had given the 'Qiansi Yin' to Lu Yi.
"Smart boy." Lu Yi chuckled. He heard about Han Lin and understood Han Zhao's situation.
He continued: "I won't take advantage of you. You can try swordsmanship for half a year. If you can't break through the skin training realm, you can change to Shanshaquan as soon as possible. This way you won't be delayed. In addition, I will give you lunch for half a year. If you have meat, you will be satisfied.”
"It's all up to Master Lu to make the decision." Han Zhao bowed. Although Lu Yi still made at least half of the profit, for him, gaining time to practice safely was priceless.
This is a win-win situation.
"Well, that's right. Although your basic skills are a bit weak, it's also important to practice your swordsmanship skills. Maybe you can really make a breakthrough in half a year. Just practice hard."
Lu Yi was in a good mood and gave Han Zhao a few words of encouragement.
"Students must practice hard and strive for an early breakthrough." Han Zhao said sternly. Even with the bonus of [Sword and Sword Master]'s sword qualification, he would not slack off at all.
"Okay." Lu Yi clapped his hands, "Let's do this. If you can really learn the first level of sword skills and break through the skin refining realm in six months...four months, four months, I will give you one. How about the spare saber I used in my early years?"
"Master Lu, are you serious about what you said?!" Han Zhao's eyes lit up. Is there such a good thing?
A decent sword costs seven or eight taels. As a martial arts master, Lu Yi, even a spare sword, would have to cost twice as much, right?
Even if he sells the pot, earns another 10 taels of silver to simulate, and then uses attribute points to add points, he will still have to break through within four months.
What's more, if you practice hard, you may not be able to break through in four months.
It took him five months to achieve a breakthrough in practicing Shanshanquan in the last simulation.
The Duan Yue Sword Technique is naturally more difficult than the Mountain Shaking Fist, but having three times the extra qualifications for the sword technique is not a show-off.
"I never break my promise." Lu Yi stretched out his hand and stroked the beard on his chin, as if he was bound to win as he said he would. He just stroked it, and his hand touched the melon seed peel on his beard.
His smile faded and he pinched the skin of the melon seeds.
"Thank you Master Lu!" Han Zhao lowered his head and pretended not to see it.
Lu Yi pointed at the bald young man beside him and said: "This dark guy's name is Zhao Yuantu. He is your senior brother. He will teach you the most basic things. In addition, I will teach you the sword skills myself. Come early in the afternoon." a little."
"Yes, Master Lu."
"I've met senior brother."
"Hey, hello, Junior Brother Han. Come with me, I will take you to the training uniform, and then teach you the basic training methods. You can start training now." Although Zhao Yuantu looks fierce, his laughter is a bit honest.
"Thank you, senior brother." Han Zhao followed.
"Boy Han."
Lu Yi suddenly stopped Han Zhao.
"Master Lu?" Han Zhao turned around.
Lu Yi looked at Han Zhao's somewhat red eyes, and his voice became lowered, "Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor belong to people. Only by becoming stronger can you change your destiny in this troubled world."
"Thank you Master Lu for your teaching. Please remember this, students."
"Go ahead."
"Student resigned."
"besides......"
"Master Lu?" Han Zhao paused again.
Lu Yi grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said, "Don't be so formal when you talk."
"okay."
