I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

A shady corner blocked from the sunlight.

Su Han looked at Zhao Caishu in surprise: "You know martial arts?"

Zhao Caishu didn't answer immediately, his eyes burning intently, waiting for Su Han to state his position. The latter frowned slightly and asked, "Then why? You seem very eager."

"......I need to get out of here alive."

After a moment of silence, Zhao Caishu replied, adding: "When the Northern Frontier Cold Wave came, I was separated from my elders due to some accident. To survive, I had no choice but to sell myself to the Li family and become a medicine slave."

"I originally thought that the martial art passed down from my family would be able to withstand the poison of the pills, but I miscalculated. That old thing is not an ordinary beast. The poison of the pills is getting stronger and stronger, and I can't resist it anymore."

Su Han pondered.

When he first met Zhao Caishu, he was unusually energetic, far stronger than other medicine boys. It turned out that he was secretly practicing martial arts.

It was a pity that Zhao Caishu had miscalculated and his hopes were dashed.

He simply didn't have any so-called martial arts, and it was even more impossible to reveal the secrets of the Appraisal Divine Power and the Dragon-Tiger Great Medicine, which would only lead to greater disaster.

Of course, he could also try to deceive Zhao Caishu.

For example, he could pass on the Eight Vajra Power to him, and if it didn't work, he could say that he hadn't practiced enough. Exchanging a set of fitness exercises for real martial arts would be a great bargain.

But he knew better than to do so.

Once the matter was exposed, it was very likely to lead to a life-and-death feud and unnecessary trouble. More importantly, he was unwilling to do so, which went against his conscience. He still had a choice now.

Su Han said: "I understand, but I really don't know any martial arts. What you saw before was at most a farmer's style of strengthening the body, not any martial arts at all."

"The reason I can withstand the poison of the pills is just because of my special physique."

"If I really knew martial arts, I wouldn't have sold myself into slavery."

He shook his head and bid farewell, turning to leave.

But he heard Zhao Caishu frown and say:

"Wait, the road you're taking leads to the martial arts field. Are you planning to find that Wang family bodyguard? If you really don't know martial arts, does that mean you want to find Wang bodyguard to learn martial arts?"

"If so, then give up on that idea."

Su Han was stunned, turned his head, and said in a deep voice: "Why?"

"Why?"

Zhao Caishu raised his head and looked at the sky, saying:

"There's a saying that chivalry violates the law with martial arts. Martial artists are unstable factors, so privately teaching martial arts without being registered in the imperial martial records is a major crime. Do you think he, a mere bodyguard, a slightly more advanced family slave, would dare to do that?"

Su Han frowned: "Then what about you?"

"Hehe, I'm about to die, so why should I care about the imperial crime? To say something disrespectful, the Northern Frontier Cold Wave has become like this, but not a single official in the court has stood up."

"Tsk tsk, it won't last long."

He revealed a look of mockery. Su Han frowned and subconsciously looked around. Seeing that no one was watching, he breathed a sigh of relief. If these words were heard by someone with ulterior motives, being beheaded would be a light punishment.

Even though there are already signs of a chaotic world, the imperial court has not collapsed.

Some words cannot be said casually.

"I won't say anything extra. Now my meaning is already very clear. Instead of looking for Wang bodyguard, you might as well come to me."

"But I don't have the martial arts you want to exchange."

Otherwise, they wouldn't be so generous.

He also believed that the rewards would definitely become less and less in the future, otherwise, if you kept rewarding them, you would directly let the family slaves gather enough money to redeem themselves, which would be ridiculous.

The so-called silver reward, gathering enough to redeem themselves, and regaining freedom is just giving them a hope, a hope that seems very promising, but is actually out of reach.

Even if they gather enough, they still have to get the consent of the master to redeem themselves. If they don't agree, even if they sue the government, it will be of no use.

In the eyes of the imperial court officials, landlords and powerful families are the people.

These family slaves are not.

Su Han replied: "Ten taels of silver, I don't have enough on me, only five taels. But even if I gather ten taels in the future, are you really confident that you can redeem yourself? They may not agree."

"With the silver, I will have my own way."

"But you don't have ten taels of silver on you either?"

Zhao Caishu frowned.

Ten taels of silver to buy his family's martial arts is already a big bargain.

He has worked hard to save up until now, and he only has one tael of silver on him. Even if he scrapes together, he only has six taels, and there is still a gap of five taels. He still has to use one tael to smooth things over.

But he didn't want to let go of this opportunity. In his current state, he would never be able to earn ten taels of silver even if he tested medicine until he died.

After a moment of silence, he said:

"Then let's compromise again."

"You only have five taels, then I will only pass on half of it to you first."

"My family's martial arts consist of a breathing technique and a swordsmanship. The breathing technique is for nourishing, and the swordsmanship is for use. If you want to practice martial arts and become a martial artist, you can first practice the breathing technique to nourish your body."

"But you have to guarantee that if you have enough silver in the future, you must make up the remaining silver to help me escape from the shackles, and swear to heaven and earth, with the gods as witnesses, how about it?"

"Okay!"

He could pay in installments, Su Han blurted out and immediately agreed.

With the good fortune he possessed, he only needed an opportunity, an opportunity to obtain real martial arts. Whether it was complete or not was secondary. Zhao Caishu's request was not excessive.

Zhao Caishu was slightly stunned and couldn't help but hesitate, saying:

"It's good that you have confidence."

"But let me say something first, if you practice hard but can't find the right way and have difficulty getting started, don't blame me for giving you a fake. I swear to heaven and earth that it is a family heirloom martial art, a real thing."

The path of a martial artist is difficult and difficult.

Although it seems that there is no threshold and everyone can practice, being able to practice does not mean being able to succeed. Tempering muscles and bones, polishing qi and blood, which one does not require a lot of resources and food supplements?

Otherwise, why is there the saying that the poor study literature and the rich practice martial arts?

Just talking about daily food, you must have meat in every meal, otherwise it will be difficult to nourish qi and blood. If you practice and practice, you will instead practice yourself into a state of qi and blood deficiency, and one meal can cost dozens or hundreds of coins.

That's enough for ordinary people to eat for a few days, or even a week.

In addition, there are also secret medicines specially used for practicing martial arts, either pills, plasters, or medicinal liquids. The price of these things is directly measured in silver, and it is not something that ordinary people can afford.

Finally, you have to face the problem of different levels of aptitude.

Those with poor aptitude, like him, have practiced family martial arts from childhood to adulthood, and are at most a little stronger than ordinary people and can resist some pill poison. They can't be called martial artists at all, and can only become family slaves.

External resources and internal aptitude are indispensable.

Finally, if a martial artist wants to improve, he must slowly temper himself over time and cannot be impatient. Ninety-nine percent of martial artists will never break through the essence gate in their entire lives. In the end, their qi and blood will decline in their later years and they will be beaten to death by random punches.

As for going further, those qi gate masters who condense qi into weapons and kill people within a hundred steps, and those divine gate grandmasters who chase souls for thousands of miles and communicate with the heavens and the earth, etc., are even more unimaginable.

It can be said that the difficulty of martial arts is more difficult than ascending to the blue sky!

So now that Su Han has agreed so readily and paid five taels of silver that he earned at the risk of his life, it makes him hesitate. If he doesn't practice any results in the future, he's afraid that he will chase after him and chop him.

Even if Su Han's physique may be special.

He doesn't think Su Han can practice anything out of it.

This road is too difficult.

"Don't worry, I'm already mentally prepared, I won't blame Brother Zhao."

Su Han replied calmly, Appraisal of Everything was ready.