Chaotic martial arts begins with joining the martial arts gym

Daqi Dynasty, November of the third year of Xihe.

The night is like splashing ink, dull and dark.

In Jeju, Yuhe County, Wazi Township, a private house stands alone on the edge of a field. The decayed wooden door is not closed tightly. When the wind pours in, it makes a "squeaking" sound, like the groan of an old man before he expires.

There were several holes in the window paper of the second-floor attic, and a crooked wooden table could be seen in the darkness. The cobwebs in the corners were covered with dust, and rags were swaying in the wind. Shadows were cast on the ground, varying in length and length, as if someone was walking with arms hanging down.

A young man stood in the corner with a pale face, shivering, his eyes scanning the room in horror.

He lit a candle and stood on the table, the candle flame flickering.

Phew!

I don’t know which window cracked with half a whimper. I couldn’t tell whether it was the sound of the wind or the sighing of something hidden somewhere on the beam. Even the air was wrapped in a damp musty smell and was as cold as ice sticking to the bones.

The candlelight flickered, and the room suddenly became bright and dark.

The boy suddenly became excited and flew under the bed, as if this narrow place could bring him a sense of security.

"Is there really a ghost?

"Even if there is a ghost, if I hide here, he shouldn't be able to find me."

Cold sweat broke out in the palms and soles of the young man's feet, and his back felt chilly. At this moment, he kept chanting in his heart to give himself courage.

At this time, there was a slight movement outside.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It seems like something is coming upstairs.

After a while, the sound of going upstairs disappeared.

The young man wondered why this ghost made regular thump-dump-dump sounds when walking, but before he had time to think about it, he vaguely felt that at the dilapidated wooden door of the attic, the ghost was looking around the room, looking for a living person.

"Where are you?"

A dry and cold voice sounded, startling the young man.

The window opened at some point, and cold wind instantly filled the room.

With a "hoo" sound, the flickering candle was finally completely extinguished.

The boy's clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

His face turned pale with fright. He held his breath and tried his best to hide himself. At the same time, he closed his eyes tightly, silently hoping that the ghost in the room would leave as soon as possible.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound echoed in the room.

It seems that the ghost is looking everywhere.

The young man’s heart was in his throat.

But soon, the sound of "dong, dong, dong" slowly disappeared.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and felt lucky. Fortunately, he hid under the bed and the ghost didn't find him and left.

Thinking that the ghost should have left, the young man felt much more relaxed.

"Hey, I found you, you were hiding here."

A clammy voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

The hair on the boy's body stood up suddenly and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was horrified to see a bloody face...

...

Wazi Township, Yangjia Village.

Yang Jing sat on an old square stool at the door of the main house, staring blankly at the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar yard of his house.

There are five or six rooms in the main house together with the side rooms on both sides, but the patent leather on the doors and windows has long been peeled off, revealing the dull wood underneath.

Scenes and scenes appeared in Yang Jing's mind, making him feel a little dazed for a while.

He traveled through time and had great luck on the road in his previous life. Then he came to this world similar to ancient China and became a peasant boy who joined a martial arts school.

Creak.

At this time, the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside.

A slightly fat woman wearing coarse linen clothes walked in, carefully holding a lotus leaf in her hand, and the slightest smell of meat escaped from the gap.

"Jing'er, are you feeling better?" The woman asked when she saw her son sitting at the door.

"It's much better, mother." Yang Jing said.

This woman is his mother Liu Cuiling in this world. Years of hard work have made her skin dark and rough. At this moment, there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, which shimmered under the sunlight.

"Mom went to the market and bought some ribs. I'll help you recuperate later in the evening." As Liu Cuiling spoke, she walked straight to the kitchen.

"Thank you, mother." Yang Jing said, licking his face.

"Huh, brat, let's see if you dare to agree randomly in the future." Liu Cuiling muttered in the kitchen.

Yang Jing knew that my mother was very resentful.

However, as the saying goes, there are gains and losses. It was the original person's recklessness that allowed him to travel through time and occupy this body.

Half a month ago, the original person took leave from the owner of the martial arts gym and went home to collect money for the next month's expenses. By chance, he happened to meet his younger sister returning to her parents' home.

My sister-in-law knew that the original person had joined the county martial arts school and was now very capable, so she asked the original person to go to her uncle's ancestral house to see if it was really haunted.

The original person thought that his energy and blood were strong, and he did not believe in ghosts and gods. After being praised a few times by his sister-in-law, he ignored my mother's objection and agreed.

Then he was scared to death in his uncle's ancestral house that night.

Then Yang Jingcai crossed over.

So in the eyes of others, Yang Jing just fainted from fright.

For half a month, my aunt and uncle have not visited her even though they knew that Yang Jing had been recuperating, which naturally made me angry.

"That thing... is a bit weird, is it really a ghost?"

In Yang Jing's mind, the bloody grimace in his original memory appeared.

No wonder the original person was frightened to death, that face was indeed disgusting and terrifying.

As he recalled, more and more scenes appeared in his mind.

The original family had more than 20 acres of land and lived a relatively prosperous life, which can be seen from the spacious farmyard. However, in order to support the original martial arts practice, he spent a lot of money on apprenticeship fees, medicinal materials, living expenses, etc. Everything that could be sold in the family was sold, leaving the yard empty. The paint on the doors and windows fell off, and there was no money to repair it.

"Oh."

Yang Jing sighed in his heart.

He received the memory of the original person and knew that the whole family had exhausted all the money to support the original person in martial arts training. In the eyes of his family, he is the pride of heaven and the pride of the whole family.

But Yang Jing knew that his original qualifications were only mediocre and he didn't work hard in the martial arts gym. He drank and had fun all day long with several martial arts disciples who also didn't practice hard. Every time he went home to ask for money, he deceived his family about how hard he worked in the martial arts gym and what progress he had made. He gained the respect of his teachers and peers.

Yang Jing was speechless.

My grandfather, grandmother, father, and mother all hope that I can go to high school in the hospital. Even if I have only a little official status, it is a big deal for the entire Yang family. The most important thing is that if I have an official status, I can be exempted from taxes and corvee.

In terms of taxes alone, the official tax levied by the court is 20% of the annual harvest, which is a very high ratio. In fact, in addition to the regular tax, there are many local surcharges and miscellaneous taxes, which together account for 50% to 60% of the harvest.

It is said that rebels have appeared in some states in the east. In order to suppress the rebellion, the court may also send additional military pay, military training pay, etc. to the farmers.

These kinds of taxes are like a big mountain, weighing heavily on the shoulders of farmers.

So the whole family is full of expectations for the original body.

Even if the whole family sells iron and eats glutinous vegetables, they still have to support the original body to practice martial arts.

You must know that martial arts training is expensive beyond imagination.

There are not many farmers practicing martial arts in the more than 20 villages in Wazi Township.

"What a beast." Yang Jing cursed secretly.

The original person knew clearly that the conditions at home were difficult, but he still lived in a wild life outside without knowing how to make progress.

This made Yang Jing recall the news he saw in his previous life. There was a senior high school student who skipped classes and slept all day long, and his academic performance was at the bottom of the grade. However, he told his family that his performance had improved by leaps and bounds, and he eventually bombed the college entrance examination.

Only in comparison, the original body is still pretending to be quite good, and it has not yet exploded.

"If the original situation develops, the thunder is not far away. Being frightened and fainting in the uncle's ancestral house this time is also a catalyst. If you are serious, you may guess that the original body is an embroidered pillow. Darling, the thunder is right in front of you." Yang Jing thought secretly in his heart.

As the old saying goes, the poor in culture and wealth in military affairs.

Practice martial arts requires capital, and it is a big capital.

Just some auxiliary medicinal materials and food rich in blood and energy are a huge number.

And the Yang family has no money.

The original qualifications were mediocre, and among the disciples in the martial arts school, he was also the most average.

As long as the Yang family cannot come up with money to continue supporting him, he will have no choice but to come back in despair.

"But just because the original body can't do it, it doesn't mean that I can't do it." Yang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, a line of writing appeared in his mind.

[Introduction to Collapse Mountain Fist (30/200)]

After initially discovering these two extra lines in his mind, Yang Jing was worried that he might have a mental problem.

But somewhere, he also had some more information about this line of text in his mind.

Yang Jing simply called it a panel.

The ability of this panel means that Yang Jing will not have any bottlenecks in the process of practicing any skill or martial arts.

This means that there is no risk to Yang Jing for a breakthrough that is extremely dangerous for others.

As for whether it is really reliable, Yang Jing cannot confirm it now and needs to try it slowly.

But if it is true, he will be able to reach a very high position in martial arts step by step, the highest point as far as the eye can see!

You must know that the most difficult thing in climbing the path of martial arts is to break through the bottleneck.

The vast majority of warriors are unable to advance to higher realms because of bottlenecks.

And he has no bottleneck!

"Huh!"

Yang Jing took a long breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and began to calculate silently.

I was frightened that night, but I recovered in the next few days.

It’s just that Yang Jing still needs time to slowly sort out the many memories he received from his original body.

It’s almost sorted out now.

『In this world, if you want to get ahead, you can only practice martial arts well. 』

『It’s time to return to the city. 』

“It’s okay if my original body exploded with thunder, but now that I have this body, I can’t explode with thunder! 』

Yang Jing made secret calculations in his heart.