Dajing Dynasty, Taixi City, Jinhong Martial Arts Hall.
"Eat, eat, eat as much as you can..."
In the old courtyard, Shen Xiu stared intently at an earthen pot on the table.
The earthen jar contained half a bowl of medicinal residue, and inside the medicinal residue was a golden cicada that was almost transparent and about the size of a peanut. It was crawling while eating the black medicinal residue with residual poison.
The golden cicada ate happily. Every time he took a bite, there were faint golden dots flashing on his body, which looked extremely magical.
Seeing this scene, Chen Xiu showed a satisfied smile.
Because after these few days of feeding, Jin Chan's satiety level increased by one percent on the light screen in front of him.
[Host: Shen Xiu]
[Cultivation: None]
[Talent: None]
[Skill: None]
[Clone: Nine Transformations Golden Cicada (not transformed, satiety 99.7%)]
The extremely clean panel makes people feel only a kind of poverty. Fortunately, he has a golden cicada that can change his physical talent through transformation.
This golden cicada is called the Nine-Transformation Golden Cicada. It has transformed nine times in total. Each transformation will bring a talent to his host.
He had no idea what kind of talent he had.
Now that the final satiety level is close to the full value, it is only a little short of transformation. It is not in vain that he traveled through time and spent nearly a year to feed it patiently.
Yes, he traveled through time a year ago.
As soon as he traveled through time, he possessed this young man with the same name.
The time travel was so hurried that he didn't even have time to delete the web browsing history on his computer and the study materials on his hard drive.
He became a handyman disciple of Jinhong Martial Arts School.
As a prosperous Jinhong Martial Arts School in Taixi City with hundreds of disciples, both black and white, it is not easy to get into Jinhong Martial Arts School even as a handyman disciple.
After all, as long as you work in it for a year, you will have the opportunity to learn martial arts.
In such an era where ferocious beasts are rampant and evil spirits are in trouble, human lives are like grass and grass. The opportunity to learn martial arts gives you more chances to survive, and the common people from the outside world are snatching their heads away.
In his previous life, he was just a civilian boy whose parents had died. He had no chance due to his thin body.
However, he had some unspeakable courage. He sold a shabby hut outside the city and got a few taels of silver and gave it to an instructor in the gym before entering the martial arts gym.
Shen Xiu, who was aware of the cruelty of the world, naturally cherished the opportunity. After discovering the golden finger of Jin Chan, he experimented with various foods and finally settled on medicinal dregs, which was currently the best option.
He also eats meat, but he has no money.
He could only let Jin Chan eat the dregs of the medicine for the time being. Fortunately, Jin Chan was not afraid of the residual poison, and could occasionally feed back to him an almost imperceptible ray of medicinal power.
Add up a little and it will always have some effect.
He is not strong now, but he is much better than he was at the beginning.
As time went by, the medicinal residue in the earthen jar on the table gradually decreased, and was quickly eaten up by the golden cicada.
Feeling the satisfied mood of the golden cicada, Shen Xiu thought, and the crystal clear golden cicada fluttered its wings and flew into the air, turning into a stream of light and drilling into the dantian of his abdomen.
"Chen Xiu, it's time for us to fetch water."
At this moment, a clear young boy's shout came from outside the house.
When Shen Xiu opened the door, he saw a sturdy boy with a square face walking toward him at the entrance of the courtyard, carrying two wooden buckets.
"Right away."
Chen Xiu stood up, rubbed his legs, and ran neatly to the corner of the courtyard, carrying two thick wooden barrels and heading straight out.
This is Wang Si, his roommate who came in with him in the same batch. The tasks of these handyman disciples in the library are to do various chores, such as sweeping the floor, washing clothes, fetching water, and smoothing the floor.
In short, all kinds of things besides practicing.
The task of the two of them every morning is to fill up the twenty or so water tanks in the back kitchen to prepare medicinal soups and meals for the official disciples.
"Chen Xiu, are you still taking those dregs of medicine? I told you not to take those dregs of medicine. Have you forgotten how you fainted almost a year ago?"
Wang Si, who was walking on the road carrying two wooden barrels, hesitated for a moment and warned.
"It's okay, I know it well." Shen Xiu smiled and said.
This Wang Si entered the library at the same time as him, and they have a good relationship.
It seems that he was secretly taking the dregs of medicine in the house that morning, but he couldn't explain the purpose, so he could only answer like this, and Wang Si couldn't help but give up.
When they arrived at the entrance of the back kitchen hall, they saw a round, fat man looking at them with disgust, his loud voice spraying saliva and dust all over the sky.
"Why don't you hurry up and work! If you can't finish the work, you won't even eat!"
This fat man is a steward of Jinhong Martial Arts School. He is in charge of the food and clothing expenses of the handyman disciples and often deducts their monthly salary.
They had no good looks at these handyman disciples who were either beaten or scolded. No matter how early they came or how fast they worked, these stewards would always utter these harsh words.
As if this would gain anything.
If saliva can drown people, the anger of those handyman disciples may be able to drown the ancestral graves of this steward.
But even so, few disciples dare to resist and talk back. After all, this steward is said to be a distant relative of their deputy director.
And the deputy curator Xiang Shou is a strong man in the bone-cutting realm. Such a person is famous and intimidating even in the huge Taixi City.
These handymen, who were not even formal disciples, would not dare to resist. At most, they would just curse a few words behind their backs and spit on them.
You know, the handyman disciple who argued back and confronted Mr. Yu last time is still smelling night fragrance in the toilet in the museum.
The two ignored Manager Yu's scolding and went straight to work.
The work was not light, and it took a lot of energy. In one morning, Shen Xiu and Wang Si filled more than twenty water tanks in the courtyard. When they finished, they were panting and sweating profusely.
Even so, when Manager Yu saw this, he came over and scolded him a few times.
After completing the task of carrying water, the two of them didn't have to rest. They just drank a few drinks of water, had a bowl of cauliflower rice in the dining hall that had almost no meaty taste, and then went to the front martial arts training ground to move training equipment.
While moving, one could see several formal disciples wearing green robes sparring on the field, fighting inextricably with unknown fists and kicks, with a powerful momentum.
Every time he saw this scene, Shen Xiu felt a little envious, but he couldn't be envious.
Those martial arts techniques can only be practiced by formal disciples at will.
However, Shen Xiu was only envious for a moment and could work steadily. Calculating that one year was almost here, he should be waiting for the opportunity to learn the skills in the near future.
He had to feed the golden cicada in his dantian in the past two days. He felt that the first change after the golden cicada shed its shell would bring unexpected changes to him.
The busy day was still going on, and it wasn't until midnight, when the sound of the clock started ringing outside the gym, that the Jinhong Martial Arts Hall gradually became quiet, with only some handyman disciples cleaning up the mess.
At this time, Shen Xiu rushed to the back kitchen, took over the work of a handyman disciple, and poured pots of black medicinal residue into the wooden bucket on the truck outside the back door.
After finishing, he left an earthen jar of medicine residue as Jin Chan's ration for the next two days.
If it weren't for the strict supervision of Manager Yu, Jin Chan only eats a small amount every day, I'm afraid he would have to make more.
It's a pity that these medicinal residues are boiled to extract the essence, leaving behind dross. The remaining medicinal properties are almost non-existent, and there are also more residual poisons, so people cannot eat them randomly.
Otherwise, he would have eaten a little bit, as this predecessor was more experienced.
