Liver Progress From the Beginning

  Chapter 19 Hanging Street Lamps!

   Getting rewards one after another, this matter is still very important to Zhong Chao.

   Not to mention that after obtaining silver taels, he can buy meat and Huoxue powder.

   It is decoction, which also has extraordinary significance to Zhong Chao.

  The teenagers who spend money to find someone to practice are from the real wealthy families. Even if their decoction is just a casual reward, the nutrition contained in it far exceeds that of the public supplement Huoxue Powder.

  The overly rich nutrition allowed Zhong Chao to practice while recovering from his injuries.

  Using the data panel to estimate, after he completed three tasks in succession, the proficiency of the Pure Yang Golden Bell Cover skyrocketed by a full 198 points.

  Compared to it, the steam turbine is slightly slower, but also has as much as 150 points.

  This is a very exaggerated progress.

   You know, in the past, Zhong Chao got up at 5 o'clock in the morning and didn't rest until 11 o'clock in the night. With such hard training, he could only increase his proficiency by about 120 points in a day.

  Now, the time for the three missions is only "half a day", but his proficiency has increased by 198. This is the great effect of the decoction.

   "No, it's not just the effect of the soup, it's really painful to be beaten, but for the Pure Yang Golden Bell, this is considered extreme training."

   "Expressive extreme training, coupled with the tonic decoction, if my progress speed slows down, there will be a problem."

  The rapid progress also made Zhong Chao puzzled—he didn't understand why the tug-of-war behavior would increase proficiency, and the growth rate was not slower than being beaten.

  But now is not the time to talk about these things. The visible progress makes Zhong Chao very excited, let alone the slightest thought of delay.

  As soon as his body recovered, he found Zhang Chong, the manager, and asked him to assign him another mission.

  Then, sparring or beating began again.

  Actually, King Kong Martial Arts also has protection for registered disciples.

  According to the thinking of this era, Zhong Chao and the others are all 'properties' belonging to the martial arts school.

  If one's own property is disabled or seriously injured, the other side will have to pay for it.

  Being killed will cost a lot of money, so under normal circumstances, the opponent also has a certain degree of speed.

   At the same time, unless the other party makes a special request and is willing to pay three times, five times, or even ten times the price, all opponents like Lian Zhongchao and the registered disciples can fight back.

  After successive victories in duel training, Zhong Chao's status was able to rise rapidly, until they became stewards of the martial arts hall, and even inner disciples.

  King Kong Martial Art Museum is willing and very necessary to cultivate its own strong fighters.

  It's a pity that Zhong Chao, who has just practiced martial arts and has not mastered martial arts combat skills, can only swing Wang Baquan, and he is not the opponent at all.

   Because of this, he was beaten up again, which was actually nothing. What made Zhong Chao angry was that after the beating, the other party didn't leave any money for medicine or money.

   "Oh, I thought everyone would give money."

   "So stingy... Tomorrow pushed his task!"

"Ugh?!"

  The last sentence was not said by Zhong Chao, but Zhang Chong, the manager.

   Seeing Zhong Chao's surprised eyes, he didn't hide it, but said bluntly: "I also have a share of the rewards from the rich young masters. Naturally, I hope to meet some generous guests."

   "Of course, I can only take a small part, and most of them are from martial arts."

   In the second half of the paragraph, Zhong Chao believed it, but in the first half, Zhong Chao just laughed.

  Of course, he won't say what's in his heart.

   "Then thank you steward."

  Because of the serious injury and lack of medicine, Zhong Chao could only end the sparring ahead of time, and dragged his bruised body back to his dormitory.

   Well, he didn't forget to eat before leaving.

  At the same time, counting the tug-of-war, he participated in a total of four missions today, one more than the fixed quota, and because of this, five coins fell into his hands.

   "It's only five dollars for completing one more mission."

   curled his lips, Zhong Chao was a little dissatisfied.

   But in fact, the money is not too little.

  Five qian is 500 wen, which is enough for one person to eat for a month.

  It's a pity that warriors eat meat, and the resources they need far exceed the limit that civilians can bear.

  As now, the one or two half (one or two were rewarded before) was spent by Zhong Chao before it was warmed up.

   Buy Huoxue Powder.

   Instead of going by himself, Jiang Liang volunteered to take the task after seeing Zhong Chao's injury.

   Regarding this, Zhong Chao did not refuse. At the same time, he called Jiang Liang over, whispered to him, and asked him to inquire about the news for himself.

  …

   The potion was bought back soon, but, once the sea was too difficult, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.

  After experiencing the taste of high-grade decoction, Zhong Chao clearly felt the gap between the two after taking Dazhong's Huoxue Powder again.

   First of all, digestion, a bowl of Huoxue Powder, he squeezed out the nutrients in it in only 50 minutes, which is not the same as the previous soup that lasted for three hours.

  Besides, with a pair of powder in his stomach, Zhong Chao hadn't completely recovered from his injuries, not to mention spending energy to practice.

   This made Zhong Chao bear the pain in his heart, and took another dose.

  When the body healed, it was already ten o'clock at night.

   While there was still time, Zhong Chaoyuan was going to pour the last bowl of decoction into his belly and start his routine practice.

  But before he made these actions, Jiang Liang returned and brought him a bad news.

   "Boss, I have found out what you asked me to inquire about... There is indeed a lack of exercises in the Sutra Pavilion!"

"asshole!"

  Clenching his fists, Zhong Chao's face was very ugly:

   "I knew it was!"

  At noon today, when participating in the tug-of-war training, Zhong Chao's proficiency in the Chunyang golden bell cover increased, and this increase was no slower than hammering the body, which made him feel abnormal.

  He kept this matter in his heart all the time, and thought about it for a long time while recuperating. In the end, he had two vague guesses.

   "The reality does not match the description of the exercise. One may be that the creator didn't expect this. Just like Yiqijue, I have noticed its flaws and can find ways to improve it."

   "Another possibility is that the apprentice of the church will starve the master to death, so... hide it!"

  The latter is undoubtedly extremely bad for martial arts learners like Zhong Chao, and it is also the last thing he wants to see.

  But he has not been in this world for long, but he has already felt the defense of this world against housekeeping skills.

  Want to be a pharmacist? Make me an apprentice for three to five years first.

  Want to practice martial arts? Either spend money, a lot of money, or sell yourself to me, sell your life!

  Under this kind of atmosphere, if it is said that the martial arts school easily imparts housekeeping skills, even if others say it, Zhong Chao himself will not believe it.

   In fact, the King Kong Martial Art Museum didn't even cover it up. Jiang Liang learned some news after a little inquiring.

  Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhong Chao asked Jiang Liang: "It can be easily found out, these knacks should be taught by the martial arts school, what are the conditions?"

"Boss is really smart. They can teach them, but they need money. We can get kung fu tricks and secret secrets from Mr. Qin, who guards the Sutra Pavilion, but if we want to get a trick, we need ten taels of silver. I want to know the kung fu. To pass on the esoteric teachings secretly requires fifty taels of silver."

   These words made Zhong Chao's powerful heart swell, and his anger rose even more.

   "Ten taels of tricks, fifty taels of secret secrets... These black-hearted **** should hang street lights!"

  (end of this chapter)