A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Duan Rong was thinking: the weapon spirits of the useless knives on the weapon rack are either second-level or third-level, while the weapon spirit of the good knife used by Zhao Mu is not of the first level.

In other words, the level of the weapon spirit is actually not directly related to the quality of the weapon itself.

"What determines the level of the weapon spirit?"

Duan Rong frowned and pondered hard.

He suddenly thought that the useless knives on the weapon rack had two or three swallowing effects, and they were various sword techniques.

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly lit up. He suddenly thought that those useless knives might have been used by more than one person, and different people practiced different sword techniques.

And Zhao Mu's knife was only used by him, and there was only one swallowing effect, the entry-level Five Tigers and Sheep Sword Technique.

"That is to say, the swallowing effect of the weapon spirit is related to the experience of the weapon. The more experience, the greater the swallowing effect of the weapon spirit."

"I'm afraid it's related to something else..." Duan Rong's eyes suddenly condensed, and he muttered to himself: "It's time."

In principle, all martial arts can be infiltrated into the weapon spirit, but the more powerful the martial arts, the longer it takes to infiltrate the weapon spirit.

Duan Rong made this speculation because the weapon spirit of Zhao Mu's oxtail knife that he swallowed contained the mark of Zhao Mu's entire growth in practicing martial arts. Although he digested it in one night, he could also feel the unique power of time.

However, these are just Duan Rong's speculations. Duan Rong plans to find an opportunity to verify these ideas after the assessment, but for now, the most urgent thing in front of him is to pass the assessment and become an apprentice.

Duan Rong was in deep thought when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and shook hard.

Duan Rong almost subconsciously crossed his legs and tried to twist the hand away with his right hand, but when he looked up, he saw a familiar smiling face and stopped his action immediately.

Yang Zhen was Duan Rong's childhood friend, working as a constable in the county government. He was tall and strong, and his face was fair, unlike Duan Rong's dark complexion.

"Potato, how are you? Have you recovered? I see that your face is quite rosy!" Yang Zhen smiled.

Potato was Duan Rong's nickname when he was a child, because he was short and dark, so he got this nickname.

Yang Zhen was darker and fatter than Duan Rong when he was a child, but he didn't know why he became fairer and fairer later. His nickname at that time was Black Pig.

Duan Rong thought the nickname Black Pig was too ugly, so he didn't call it out loud, and said, "I'm much better now. Thank you for taking care of me a few days ago."

The original body had a serious illness a few days ago, with a high fever that wouldn't go away. It was Yang Zhen who took care of him, prescribed medicine for him, and boiled medicine for him. Although the original body died in the end, Duan Rong was still very grateful to this childhood friend.

Yang Zhen hit Duan Rong on the shoulder and said with a smile, "When did you become so polite? Are you confused because of the fever?"

Duan Rong's heart skipped a beat. His style of doing things was indeed very different from that of the original body.

It seems that he has to be more careful in this regard, so as not to reveal his tracks, but fortunately, the original body's relatives and friends hardly interacted with him, and the only one who was familiar with him was Yang Zhen in front of him.

Duan Rong smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

Seeing Duan Rong showing a shy and silent look that he was always familiar with, Yang Zhen laughed, put his arm around Duan Rong's shoulders, and said, "Come on, it's better to meet by chance than to invite each other! I'll treat you to a good meal."

Yang Zhen said, and without saying anything, he pushed Duan Rong to the restaurant on the corner of the street.

Yang Zhen ordered several hard dishes in a row, and asked for a large jar of rice wine, and then ate and drank with Duan Rong.

The reason why Yang Zhen and Duan Rong got close was that both of them were orphans who had lost their parents, but Yang Zhen was different from Duan Rong after all.

Yang Zhen's second uncle was an accountant in a herbal medicine shop.

For warriors to practice martial arts, they not only need to supplement with food, but more importantly, they need to supplement with medicine.

The medicine that ordinary people take when they are sick is generally ordinary medicinal materials, which are already expensive.

The medicinal materials that warriors use to supplement their martial arts are usually precious medicinal materials. One medicine is enough for an ordinary family to spend for a year.

The huge profit in the middle can be imagined.

Therefore, not everyone can run a business like a herbal medicine shop. How can you take advantage of this profit without some connections?

To be able to work as an accountant in a herbal medicine shop, in addition to having a clean account and quick calculations, you must also be trusted by the shopkeeper.

Yang Zhen's second uncle must have some skills to work as an accountant in a herbal medicine shop. Otherwise, how could he get Yang Zhen into the government office to be a constable?

It has been said since ancient times that it is good to practice in the government.

Although they are childhood friends, Yang Zhen's future is many times better than his original self.

Yang Zhen tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken and handed it to Duan Rong. He also picked up one and ate it with rice wine.

"Do you know Xu Ruhu?" Yang Zhen chewed the chicken in his mouth, a little vague, and asked casually.

"What? Xu what?"

"Xu Ruhu." Yang Zhen swallowed the food and spoke it again clearly.

"I don't know." Duan Rong shook his head, buried his head in eating, and said, "I haven't heard of it."

Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at Duan Rong. "Xu Ruhu is a traitor of Taiyi Sect. It is said that he was also an outer disciple of Taiyi Sect back then. He was wanted by Taiyi Sect throughout the country for raping a fellow disciple."

"Rape a fellow disciple, is that so wild?" Duan Rong raised his head from the pile of wine and meat.

"This guy has been wanted by Taiyi Sect for many years. He has been roaming around the four prefectures and eighteen counties in the southeast of Qingzhou and committing crimes."

Duan Rong blinked.

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Taiyi Sect is one of the eight major sects in Jiuzhou Continent, and it dominates Qingzhou. It is the master of Qingzhou.

This Xu Ruhu has been wandering around Qingzhou. He has been wanted for many years and has not been brought to justice. It seems that he has some skills.

You know, there are spies from Taiyi Sect everywhere in Qingzhou.

When Duan Rong's soul first crossed over, he was a little surprised by the social organization of this world, but after slowly digesting it in the past few days, he has basically accepted it.

This Jiuzhou Continent is actually ruled by the sect.

Taiyi Sect is in charge of the entire Qingzhou territory. The county magistrate of Xiangu County is an outer disciple of Taiyi Sect.

When Duan Rong's soul just crossed over, he felt a little absurd, but in the past few days he has slowly felt the taste.

Jiuzhou is martial, and the inheritance of martial arts secrets is in the hands of the sect.

Whoever can master the inheritance of martial arts secrets can master the top martial artists.

Whoever can control the top warriors has the qualifications to rule.

This is actually the same as the principle that power comes from the barrel of a gun.

"This guy was recently caught by our police chief Jie." Yang Zhen suddenly lowered his voice and said carefully: "He was seriously injured and hid in the brothel to recuperate. I don't know what happened, but he was hit by police chief Jie who was drinking in the yard."

"This guy's wanted portrait is sent to the government office every year. Our police chief Jie has been doing this for many years, so he still has good eyesight."

"He recognized him immediately. The two of them started fighting. Xu Ruhu was already seriously injured. Even so, police chief Jie captured him and was hit by Xu Ruhu's palms. He has been vomiting blood at home every day these days."

"Is this guy so fierce?"

Xie Daohan is also a well-known figure in Xiangu County. And it is said that he was born in a poor family. Being able to become a police chief in the county government shows his martial arts talent and ability to deal with things.

Xu Ruhu was seriously injured, but he was still able to beat Jie Daohan to the point of vomiting blood, which shows how fierce he is.

"This guy is now locked up in the dungeon, with a heavy lock piercing his shoulder blade. Captain Jie was seriously injured, and asked Jie Lei and me to guard the dungeon." Yang Zhen said, proudly pouring himself a bowl of rice wine and drinking half a bowl in one breath.

Duan Rong smiled slightly, and he went around in such a big circle, and it turned out that he was waiting here.

He just wanted to show off that he was valued by Captain Jie, and such an important task was given to him and Jie Lei.

You have to know that Jie Lei is the nephew of Captain Jie, and Yang Zhen has only been a constable in the county government for more than half a year, and he has also participated in such an important task. This already means that he is a confidant.

"Why keep this guy in the dungeon if you don't kill him immediately?" Duan Rong deliberately changed the subject.

Yang Zhen was immediately displeased when he saw that Duan Rong did not flatter him. He pulled a frown and said, "The county government has sent an urgent message to the sect. The sect replied that they would send someone to the county to pick up this beast! Bring him back to the sect to be executed!"