In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?

Boom--

The gong was beating loudly in front, and the people around were buzzing.

In the drifting smoke, Chen Lin endured the choking smell, his eyes were red, and he was pulled by Uncle Xiang to insert three sticks of incense into the large incense burner.

It can also be said that it is thrown in.

The incense burner was filled with space long ago and was shaped like a red dandelion on fire. Later, people could only try to find holes like throwing darts.

The two of them withdrew from the team and returned to the door of the shop.

Uncle Xiang was still looking at the majestic back of "Shi Yeer" and muttered: "Although this ghost-toothed pig only weighs about a hundred pounds, it can be sold at least if the bones, meat, blood, bristles, and ghost teeth are all taken apart. Eighty taels of silver!"

"The powerful martial arts schools and martial arts masters are probably already ready to rush to buy in the inner city..."

Chen Lin suddenly remembered that he had thought about exploring martial arts in this world before, so he took the opportunity to ask about martial arts masters.

Uncle Xiang shook his head: "I don't know much about this. I only know that martial arts masters practice muscles, bones and skin. It is said that once the three realms are completed, you will be invulnerable to weapons and bullets, water and fire, and it is not impossible to fight with a tiger."

This information is basically the same as what Chen Lin heard before.

Uncle Xiang indeed has no more news.

Just when he thought so.

Uncle Xiang suddenly mentioned a very familiar name:

"Do you remember your Uncle Sheng's son, Chen Xiangyuan, who was sent to practice martial arts early?"

"Remember, we met a few days ago."

"It is said that he is a master of the three realms and has the strength to fight a tiger."

Chen Lin frowned subconsciously.

He didn't doubt Chen Xiangyuan's strength.

Although the guy gave his impression of being a little groveling.

But this man was tall, with muscles all over his body, and his arms were thicker than his own legs. It was not impossible to say that he was strong enough to fight a tiger.

It's just that I have seen him several times, and I don't have any sense of danger towards him. On the contrary, I felt something about the other two rickshaw drivers in the mountain market that day...

‘This shows that the two coachmen are stronger. ’

'As for martial arts masters like Chen Xiangyuan, as long as they keep a distance, gain the upper hand, and are not beaten to death with one punch, there is a high probability that such people will not be able to break my spell. ’

With Chen Xiangyuan, a man who has been practicing martial arts for seven or eight years, as an anchor.

Chen Lin finally has a basic understanding of his current strength.

‘Although I am only a young monk at the first level of Qi refining, even if ordinary people in this world have reached the so-called three realms of martial arts and can fight with fierce tigers, I can handle it as long as I am careful. ’

‘I just don’t know if the hatchet in my hand can break through the invulnerable defense of the Three Realms Dacheng? ’

Was thinking about this issue.

Suddenly Uncle Xiang patted Chen Lin on the shoulder.

"There are many young people in the county who want to practice martial arts, and it is indeed a good way out."

"Especially in the fishing market, where the fishermen are bullied by the fish pens and exploited by gangs. They regard martial arts as the only way out..."

"Uncle Xiang is not stopping you, it's just that you haven't had much savings yet. You can't rush this kind of thing. Let's wait a few more years."

"Uncle Xiang, I know. I'm just asking out of curiosity." Chen Lin nodded, indicating that he had listened.

"That's good, just wait."

Uncle Xiang returned to the shop with a smile, took out another pair of leather boots and handed them to Chen Lin.

"Try it quickly. I asked my mother-in-law to make it for you using the leather I received before. It is made up of various scraps. It is not a valuable thing. Don't dislike it."

Chen Lin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Uncle Xiang had actually prepared a twelfth lunar month gift for himself in advance. Such a pair of boots would cost at least several hundred yuan, which was much more valuable than the bottle of wine he just gave.

He took it with a smile and put it on on the spot.

"Uncle Xiang, it's just right!"

"Hmm, you're quite energetic. It looks really good when you wear it. Your aunt will definitely be happy to see it!"

We chatted for a while.

Chen Lin left Uncle Xiang's shop with more than three hundred dollars.

This time he didn't spend money buying various sundries in the mountain market like before.

Instead, he followed the information he learned and walked around the inner city wall to the east city.

All industries are prosperous here, and even in winter it is much more popular than the usual North City.

There are always a few living people on the streets.

Even though there was still a lot of snow, there was also cold excrement and urine poured on the wall.

He followed the footsteps of other pedestrians and walked in the middle of the road.

The leather boots given by Uncle Xiang just now worked, and he couldn't feel the slippery road surface at all.

Unlike when I wore straw sandals and ordinary cloth shoes before, my feet would get wet while walking.

Although I have the power to keep out the cold, I still feel uncomfortable.

There is a martial arts school in the east city.

After passing the Li Family Blacksmith Shop and the Baiji Fish Stall, we arrived at the "Martial Arts Street" in Dongcheng. There are a series of martial arts schools here, with more than 20 in total.

Not as good as the essence of the inner city.

I heard the price is more affordable.

Many mountain people who want to get ahead, especially fishermen who are severely oppressed, will spend several years or even more than ten years of their family's savings here, and finally retreat sadly.

"Beware of martial arts scams!"

This is what Chen Lin has heard the most after asking around, just like the gym in his previous life.

A lot of people in Wu Street were closed today, and it seemed that they all went to the inner city to watch the excitement of Ghost Tooth Pig.

Yang's martial arts gym with the best reputation is closed.

Chen Lin looked around and found only a few shops open to welcome customers.

Finally, I randomly chose a "Shanpao Boxing Academy".

There was a young man of sixteen or seventeen sitting bored in front of the door.

Chen Lin walked up to him.

He raised his head, glanced at it, and then waved his hands impatiently, as if he were treating a fly.

"Quickly, quick, quick, don't let the poor and lowly people enter this house!"

? ? ?

Chen Lin was stunned on the spot.

But the young man had already lowered his head, playing with his nails, and had no intention of continuing to pay attention.

So decisive!

So much so that Chen Lin was frozen in place for a moment.

He opened his mouth, and all kinds of thoughts were running through his mind.

If his surname was Tang, then just by the sixteen punctuated words this person had just spoken, he already had a way to die, and he would have to die sixteen times, no more, no less.

If his surname is Ye, then in the next shot, the martial arts master will lead the team out of the house, look at him in shock, then kneel down and call "Lord Dragon King", and then the young man will hold his head and scream. "Ah! He is actually the Dragon King"...

But it's a pity.

His surname is Chen...

So the next shot -

Chen Lin said nothing, turned around and left to find another martial arts gym.

Several other martial arts schools are not much better.

The disciples who greeted him were also extremely indifferent to him, and he didn't answer even ten questions.

In the end, Chen Lin, who didn't ask anything, was too lazy to put his warm face on his cold butt.

With a dark face, he turned around and walked out of Wu Street.

As soon as I left the street, I was stopped by an old man again.

"Young man, were you stopped by the kind-hearted young disciple from the Mountain Artillery Hall?"

"Good-hearted disciple?" Chen Lin wondered, remembering the extremely impatient and disgusted face.

"Yes, old man, I have been here for a year. That young man has driven away many people like you. Of course he is a kind person!"

"Beware of martial arts scams, young man!"