"This won't work. According to the research, this martial arts gym has regional discrimination. If you go in, you may be harassed by a wealthy young man."
"Hey, the conditions are good, but it's a pity that I won't accept men."
"Don't worry, rule it out."
After excluding the four martial arts schools, he focused his thoughts on the last martial arts gym. The owner of this martial arts gym was sixty years old and had entered a period of weak energy and blood.
He is very weak and can only bully some second-rate masters.
Known as the weakest martial arts gym in the inner city of Yang City, it can survive only because the gym owner saved the life of the city lord when he was young.
The city lord has been silently supporting the Crazy Blade Martial Arts Hall, even sending his beloved daughter in to express his position.
But it’s one thing to have someone’s backing, and it’s another thing to have the strength to do so.
Many people in the martial arts hall cannot practice the crazy sword technique to any great extent.
There are too few disciples to get started, only one or two people, and many of them have been practicing for several years without achieving any results, wasting time in vain.
Most of these people moved to other martial arts schools, and within a year, they were all thriving there.
Some people say that the Crazy Sword Martial Arts Hall is a place where people destroy their children.
Therefore, even if there is the support of the city lord, very few people are willing to go to this garbage martial arts gym.
Except for some rich kids who are interested in the city lord's beloved daughter and some people from ordinary families who would go in, not many people are willing to join this martial arts gym.
Lu Sheng fell in love with this martial arts gym.
Crazy Blade Martial Arts School advocates Dapeng, who teaches without distinction, has a very good attitude towards his disciples, and has a good reputation.
The museum provides food and accommodation for poor disciples, and charges one tael of silver a month.
No matter how good other martial arts schools are, if there is any problem with the owner's style, he will not go there.
He had no backing, so it was normal for him to seek money and kill himself.
So he should try his best to avoid such things from happening.
One bad thing is that once you enter the martial arts gym, you are not yet a formal disciple, and there is an inspection period.
After three months, if you can't learn the 108 styles of the violent wind sword, get out of here as soon as possible.
Of course, you can stay if you want, and the tuition will be doubled.
After comparing, Lu Sheng decided to go to the Crazy Blade Martial Arts Hall.
After looking at the wicker fluttering in the wind, he left.
The Crazy Blade Martial Arts Hall is located in the inner city of East City. He took several detours and finally arrived before dark.
A bright moon hung in the sky, and a thin layer of white clouds floated under the moon.
Crazy Blade Martial Arts Hall is located on a remote road, and the surrounding area is quiet.
The entire martial arts hall is made of gray-white bricks and stones, covering an area of two acres. There are two ugly stone lions placed under the steps of the main entrance.
There were two red lanterns hanging in front of the door. The lanterns were old and looked like they hadn't been replaced in several years.
When Lu Sheng walked there, the martial arts gym door was closed, so he stepped forward and knocked a few times.
after awhile.
A creak.
The large door opened, and a little girl stuck her head out and asked:
"Who are you looking for?"
"I'm here to sign up." Lu Sheng smiled.
After hearing this, the little girl walked out. She was wearing a light green floral skirt, with a smile on her fair face.
"Okay. Come in with me."
The two of them walked in without saying a word. Lu Sheng looked at the scene in the martial arts gym curiously.
I found that this was a very large open space with many equipment piled up in the four corners of the east, west, north and south.
There were wooden stakes, dumbbells made of stone, and a row of weapon racks filled with long knives, short knives, machetes, machetes, and heavy knives.
There are several open spaces surrounded by wooden stakes in the center, which appear to be places for practicing tricks.
As he walked further in, Lu Sheng could hear violent breathing, and soon he saw a group of shirtless, sturdy men, groaning and lifting stone dumbbells.
Some people showed their muscles, holding a long knife, waving "hey, hey, hey," and drawing several beautiful arcs in the air.
Feeling slightly impressed by the diligence of these people, Lu Sheng walked to a group of houses without even realizing it.
The house in the middle looks good, the houses on both sides are a little worse, but at least they are much better than those in the outer city.
Many disciples were walking in and out of the houses on both sides with their upper bodies exposed. Some were wrapped in a thin coarse cloth and had wet hair. It looked like they had just taken a shower.
"Ling'er, who is this person behind you?"
A young man wearing a red military uniform, with dark skin, straight eyebrows, and a broad build stood on the steps and looked curiously at Lu Sheng behind the little girl.
"Elder brother, this is the person who is here to sign up for the martial arts school."
Linger smiled.
"Hello, Senior Brother." Lu Sheng bowed slightly.
"Hey, I can't help it. I don't want to be said to be bullying the new junior brother."
The senior brother smiled kindly and stretched out his palm to stop.
"Okay, you go quickly, the master is inside."
After a few words of explanation, the senior brother walked along the way to the martial arts field.
"The person just now is the senior brother of our Crazy Sword Martial Arts School, and he is a top-notch martial artist! Remember, his name is Li Mingtong."
Ling'er made an excited voice, and it was obvious that she attached great importance to the words "a martial artist."
"Are martial artists powerful?" Lu Sheng asked.
"Of course! A top warrior can fight against ten elite soldiers without losing."
As long as you are in the mainstream, you will not be able to choose the general nursing home of wealthy people in the inner city. "
"You can also go to the Yamen to be a knife catcher, or join the army and become a centurion. These are all iron rice bowls!"
"I must become a warrior when I grow up!"
Ling'er seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, her little mouth kept saying "bah bah bah".
After looking at her little face that was flushed with excitement, Lu Sheng was excited. If he became a prostitute, would the Longhu Gang dare to ask him for settlement money?
Ling'er asked him to wait outside for a while. Lu Sheng looked at the flowers outside, smelled the fragrance of flowers in the air, and felt at peace.
After three breaths.
The door opened, Ling'er walked out and said with a smile: "Go in."
Nodding, Lu Sheng walked into the house and scanned the room first. There was a bookish air in the room.
The moment he entered, his eyes fell on an old man with a thin face, gray hair, and some wrinkles on his skin.
This old man was wearing a black sweater, with a chubby belly, and his strong arms resting on the desk.
"You want to come to my Crazy Sword Martial Arts School?"
Zhang Dapeng looked at the young man and asked casually.
"yes!"
Lu Sheng nodded vigorously.
Stretching out, Zhang Yunpeng jumped off the soft couch, walked slowly to Lu Sheng's side, and pressed his back with a pair of fat hands.
Lu Sheng stood still, his back was invaded by a gentle gas, and beads of sweat appeared on his back.
After touching it again, Zhang Yunpeng's originally lazy eyes suddenly opened wide, and light burst out from them.
His chest was heaving and he was breathing heavily. He even stuck out his tongue and licked his lips with a look of obscenity on his face.
Soon, he put away the light in his eyes and regained his composure.
The look of the museum owner made Lu Sheng a little confused.
The owner looked a little scary just now.
"Gen Gu is in the middle. That's right. You can go to the seventh inner room of the first room tonight and take a break. Someone will give you martial arts clothes and a general outline of sword skills tomorrow."
After saying this slowly, Zhang Dapeng waved his hand to let him leave.
