Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

Liang Qu turned around and looked at his house.

It is only ten meters long and tall, and only looks slightly larger with the surrounding short courtyard wall.

Several corners of the old tiled roof were covered with thatch to keep out the rain, and the dirt on the ground had long been pitted.

Unexpectedly, he rejected Xue Chengquan, went around in circles, and then came back again.

Liang Qu didn't refuse anymore. If he couldn't go home at worst, he would go to the martial arts gym.

As for the officiant, it was not a trouble, but it was also an opportunity to show his face, so he agreed.

I once again expressed my gratitude to the old man Chen Zhaoan, and the group went back in great force.

After finally getting some free time, before Liang Qu could close the door to practice martial arts and check his income, there was a knock on the door again.

When I opened the door, I saw that Uncle Chen had come back from selling the fish to divide the accounts.

Chen Qingjiang looked excited. He took out a few silver beans from his bag and put them on the table. He danced and talked about selling fish: "Five hundred and sixty-seven yuan! Then Lin Songbao heard that it was your fish, so he gave me five yuan directly. Five taels of silver, that’s half a tael! We made half a tael of silver in one day!”

Seeing Uncle Chen so happy, Liang Qu was in a better mood. He divided the silver particles on the table into two halves and pushed them away: "Then it's five to five cents as agreed, you two cents and five cents, and I two cents and five cents. "

"That won't work, that won't work. Two qian and five is too much. I can't ask for it. Just one qian. I'll just take one qian." Chen Qingjiang took out one of his half and put it back in his bag.

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"Uncle Chen, didn't we agree on a 50-50 split from the beginning, and now you want me to break my promise? Isn't this setting me up for injustice? Isn't it going to harm my reputation if word spreads?"

Liang Qu had figured out Uncle Chen's character, so he didn't show any politeness and just suppressed him with righteousness.

At two cents and five cents a day, if you can save at least two cents a day, the money for Uncle Chen's Medical Clinic will be repaid in four or five days.

As expected, Chen Qingjiang fell for this trick and his face wrinkled up. He had never read the book, but he had heard a lot of stories. Most of them were about people who sacrificed their lives for justice. They were immediately frightened and had to accept it. Down.

"I'm really sorry. It's time to have dinner now. Uncle Chen, will you let me have a meal at your house?"

"Okay, okay, I'm going to ask my mother-in-law to cook more food."

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Early the next morning.

Liang Qu then saw that Xue Chengquan had sent someone to set up a simple porridge shed beside the pier.

The thick vegetable porridge was steaming in the cold wind, and people lined up, shivering, to receive the porridge.

There were children, women, lame old men and toothless old ladies that I had seen in the alley before. There were also many people who were putting dust on their clothes and sneaking in, but they were kicked out by Lin Songbao who was standing aside.

He was here to help. Lin Songbao knew who was really poor and who was pretending to be poor in the town.

"You idiot, you come here to eat and drink. Do you know whose stall this is? Brother Shui! Liang Qu! Who is that? Master Yang's personal disciple, the future master! Come here if you are not afraid of death. I can hide it from you, Mr. Lin." , I guess this is it!”

Lin Songbao gave a thumbs up and shouted to the crowd.

Liang Qu laughed out loud when he heard it. He didn't come close. After a few glances, he chose to leave.

In the afternoon, Liang Qu put on his waistband and arm guards, found some clean clothes and put them on. Then he followed the motorcade to Shanghu Academy. Through the old man who signed up to meet the day before yesterday, he found his teacher. He started with reading and learned everything. It's something similar to the Disciple's Rules and the Three-Character Sutra.

Sitting on his seat, Liang Qu saw a group of children around him who were only seven or eight years old, with the oldest no more than twelve or thirteen, and felt quite helpless.

He is an "elderly student" when he is literate at this age.

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Fortunately, Liang Qu, who had received a systematic education and had been admitted to a prestigious university, had a strong learning ability. In addition, there were many similarities in the writing of this world, so he could read very quickly, so fast that the teacher could not believe it.

"Liang Qu, have you really never attended a private school before?"

"Yes, sir,

I have been a fisherman since I was a child and never went to school. However, I passed by various shops and often figured out that I knew some of the words. For example, Wufangzhai, I memorized it after passing by it a few times. "

The teacher labeled Liang Qu as studious and said with emotion: "If you give up martial arts and turn around to get fame, you might achieve something."

The little kids on the side all looked at him with admiration, which made Liang Qu very embarrassed.

Appearing as a saint in front of people is not a manifestation of the Dharma, and it doesn’t give you any sense of accomplishment.

"You are a warrior, so you have additional learning tasks. Since you have a good foundation, maybe you can try reading these two books. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

The teacher handed over two stacks of books, one was "Annotated Edition of Hao Mutang Miscellaneous Notes" with six volumes, and the other was "Yu Guanxiu, Feelings of Fate" with two volumes.

Dashun built the country by martial arts. Even scholars who have never practiced martial arts have a deep understanding of martial arts. There are even great scholars who have the power to wake up the martial arts masters on the spot.

Liang Qu took the book with both hands and briefly looked through the catalog.

Both books are works by Zhenxiang realm warriors. The former is a compilation of what the author has seen and heard in his life and his friends. It mainly talks about the characteristics of various spirits, identification of herbal medicines, and adventures in spiritual treasures. Because it is an experience from a personal perspective, it is easy to read. Quite interesting.

The latter is also almost the same, except that this warrior is more advanced in his era, tells many battlefield experiences, and his understanding of warrior training, and the description of some realms is more accurate and in place.

For example, in the galloping horse realm, at its peak, you can pull dozens of galloping horses without moving. What kind of horse is this horse?

Are they all Ferghana horses, or are they all inferior horses? Are they big horses or small horses?

In fact, they are all very vague adjectives.

"These two books are just for beginners. There are many more to come. They all need to be read. Most of the records of spirits and monsters in them are correct. If they are not correct, there are annotations left by later generations. They are all the experience of the predecessors and are very precious.

You can try to read it first and take it back to read, but remember not to damage it, otherwise you will not only have to pay the original price, but also pay for the disrespect of the book. Because it is handwritten, one volume costs one or two silver coins."

Liang Qu nodded seriously, thinking that it is not easy for a warrior. Without some culture, you can't get by anywhere. You can't understand the martial arts secrets. You don't know the treasures of heaven and earth. If you are unlucky, you will encounter some strange spirits and don't know how to deal with them, so you may just mail them.

For several days, Liang Qu traveled between Pingyang Town and Yixing City, reading and practicing calligraphy.

He didn't go to the martial arts hall. The time for breaking through the barrier in twenty days was shortened to less than five days, which was too exaggerated. It would be better to wait for two days before going.

In the town, the incident of Lu Shaohui gradually faded away, and it seemed that the mountain ghost had disappeared, and the mood of the townspeople gradually calmed down.

The only strange thing was that Liang Qu found relevant records of the mountain ghost when studying "Haomutang Miscellaneous Notes and Notes Edition", which said that this monster usually eats once every two days, and it should not be silent for so long.

But no matter what, it is always a good thing that no one died.

Liang Qu did not stand under the dangerous wall, and tried to avoid taking the land route as much as possible when traveling between the two places, and took the boat to take the water route.

Pingyang Town is not next to the Jianghuai Marsh, but the waterways of the two places are connected.

There is a winding river tributary that runs through the entire town, which is seven or eight meters wide and more than ten meters deep. It is the one at the entrance of Langyun Tower, with the Nanshi Bridge.

According to the older generation, it was a big dragon that waded through the border, and it was extremely winding, resulting in a longer waterway than the land route. In addition, there was a fishing fence at the pier in the town. If you want to sell fish in the town, you have to pay a river crossing fee first, so fishermen rarely go there.

For safety reasons, Liang Qu was willing to pay a little more toll.

He also went out on two boat trips in the middle, and followed the two beasts to look for other treasures. The treasure was hidden near the waters of Yixing City, but unfortunately nothing was found.

Perhaps it is a reciprocal response to keep thinking about it. On this day, Liang Qu was copying the calligraphy and turning his wrist, and received a message in the connection that he could not move.