Don’t bully the old and the poor: your skills will increase every day!

Zhou State, Linzhou, Anxi County.

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month is as cold as a knife.

The entrance of Qingshi Martial Arts Academy.

"Old man, please, please let me go in to see Master Liu. I have been stronger than others since I was a child. I have never lost a fight in the village. They all say that I have good bones and am good for martial arts training!"

"As long as the owner of the gym sees me, You will definitely accept me as your disciple!"

"When I succeed in martial arts, I will definitely not forget the kindness of my introduction!"

A young man with shabby clothes and a sallow face was pleading to an old man with white hair and beard.

The old man was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "Go back, you are too old. The rules of the martial arts school only accept disciples under the age of sixteen."

"But I...are only two years old..."

The young man's throat was tight and it was difficult to write every word.

"Go back."

The old man shook his head slowly and said nothing.

The young man froze there, opened his lips, and finally left with a face full of reluctance.

"Alas."

Looking at the young man's leaving figure, the old man sighed softly, with a hint of emotion in his cloudy eyes.

Once upon a time, he was rejected like this.

The old man’s name is Jiang Ye, and he is a time-traveler, but his experience is very tragic, which can be called the shame of a time-traveler.

When he first crossed over, he thought that relying on his experience in two lives, even a low-level commoner could reach the peak of his life in this different world.

Then, reality taught me how to be a good person.

This world respects martial arts, so he wants to learn from Wudang Master.

But the tuition fees for martial arts schools are ridiculously expensive, and ordinary people simply cannot afford them.

He could only find a way to make money first. As a result, he found that there was only one end for the low-level civilians doing business.

It was a small business, but it only lasted three days. After five days, it was targeted by others. When the business got a little better, there were gangsters surrounding the door and petty officials asking for money.

If you continue to refuse to be "sensible", it is common for your goods to be scattered overnight.

In those years, he tried everything and endured all hardships

By the time he saved enough money to pay for the martial arts school, he was already twenty years old.

At the age of twenty, his muscles and bones have already been formed, and he is past the age of learning martial arts.

No serious martial arts gym would accept such an "overage" disciple--unless you add money, a lot of money.

But where did he get the money?

At that moment, he truly understood that in this world, a commoner with no foundation has almost no chance of turning over.

The days that followed were a blur.

Spring passed and autumn came, and the years passed until the winter of the year when I was fifty.

That day, he went up the mountain to chop firewood as usual, but he bumped into a bloody man deep in the dry forest.

The man was covered in injuries and his breath was weak. He fell among the rocks and hung with only one breath left - it was Liu Qingshi, the future master of Qingshi Martial Arts School.

Jiang Ye didn’t think much, and carried the man back to his drafty thatched house, saving food, finding herbs, and taking care of him day and night.

After Liu Qingshi recovered from his injury, he insisted on giving him a large reward.

Jiang Ye shook his head and refused.

After decades of struggling in this world, he knows very well that a commoner without power or courage suddenly becomes rich, just like a child holding gold to get through the bustling city. In the end, it is a disaster rather than a blessing.

Later, Liu Qingshi established a firm foothold in Anxi County and opened the Qingshi Martial Arts Academy, and Jiang Ye became the old gatekeeper of the Qingshi Martial Arts Academy.

Twenty years have passed in a flash.

"Time flies so fast, I am already seventy years old."

Jiang Ye looked down at his wrinkled hands and sighed softly.

Seventy years have passed, and I am alone and have gained nothing.

He has accepted his fate, but he doesn't know how many more years he can live.

At this moment——

A line of small words suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

[Destiny: Ascending to the Gods]

[Effect 1: Superb understanding - no bottlenecks in martial arts, one day of practice can be worth a year of hard work of others]

[Effect 2: Unlocked]

Jiang Ye was stunned.

He blinked.

The writing is still there.

It’s not an illusion.

After a while, he took an extremely slow breath.

It’s about to be buried, is Goldfinger coming? !

His rickety back straightened instantly.

One day of practice is worth one year to others...

What does this mean?

It means that his aging body, which has been eroded by the wind and frost for seventy years, has the terrifying potential to reverse time!

It means that those bottlenecks and barriers that are as difficult for ordinary warriors to reach the sky may be smooth sailing in front of him!

I thought that at the age of seventy, I had reached the end of my life, but now my second spring has completely begun.

Because in this world, practicing martial arts to a certain level can increase your lifespan.

Jiang Ye once heard Liu Qingshi mention that if you practice martial arts to the realm of true energy, you can live for two years without any illness or disaster.

With his current cultivation talent, once he starts practicing martial arts, not to mention the True Qi realm, even a higher realm is just around the corner.

"If you want to practice martial arts, you have to think of a better excuse."

Jiang Ye suppressed the excitement in his heart.

He knew that based on his relationship with Liu Qingshi, if he proposed to practice martial arts, the other party would probably agree.

It’s just that it’s a bit strange that a seventy-year-old, dying old man suddenly proposed to practice martial arts.

Although the relationship between the two is very close, the system must not be exposed.

"Uncle Jiang, what are you thinking about? You are so absorbed."

A faint fragrance came from behind, interrupting Jiang Ye's thoughts.

Jiang Ye turned around and saw a girl wearing a green lotus-colored corseted military uniform standing a few steps away.

Her skin is as radiant as snow, her eyebrows are picturesque, and she has a white jade hairpin tied with black hair. She is Su Yan, a disciple of the inner courtyard of the martial arts school, and the eldest lady of the Su family in Anxi County.

"It's Miss Su." Jiang Ye bowed slightly, "Today's practice ended early?"

"Yes, there are guests at home today, so I went back early."

Su Yan smiled faintly and handed an unopened box of exquisite pastries to Jiang Ye, "Bring more pastries. If Old Man Jiang doesn't mind, take them and try them."

A rich lady like her would often bring some pastries as refreshments when she came to the martial arts gym to practice. Occasionally, she would give the pastries to others if she forgot to eat them after practicing hard.

"Miss Su is so awesome!"

Jiang Ye took the mung bean cake with a smile and watched Su Yan's slim figure leave.

Gently unscrewing the box, the pastry was exquisitely made and fragrant. He picked up a piece and slowly put it into his mouth, and the sweet and delicate taste melted away.

The thoughts in my mind also became active.

He has already thought of a reason to practice martial arts.

"There are many people in the martial arts academy now, so let's wait until the academy is closed to talk about it."

Jiang Ye was determined.

Seventy years have passed, and there is still only a short time left.

Throughout the afternoon, several groups of people came to ask for help, but he dismissed them with a few words.

After looking at the gate for twenty years, his eyes have long been honed like the most accurate ruler - whether the age of the person coming is beyond the limit, whether the clothes and complexion can afford the expensive repair, and even whether there is some persistence in the eyebrows or just a fluke, he can make a guess in his mind with just one glance.

However, among the groups of people today, there are actually several refugees with yellow faces and thin muscles and mixed accents. In addition to longing, their eyes are full of despair and panic.

"The refugees have all come to the door of the martial arts hall..."

Jiang Ye leaned on the door frame and looked at the back of the last person staggering away. He frowned and whispered to himself: "This world is really getting more and more uneven."

He has lived too long and has seen too much.

The Kingdom of Zhou now suffers from frequent natural disasters, banditry, and displacement of its people. This is a sign that the dynasty is about to run out of power and dragons and snakes rise from the land.

The more troubled the times, the more important force becomes.