There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Chapter 3 Bullying Again

Shangyang Martial Arts School covers a large area, divided into the front yard, the middle yard, the inner yard, and the east and west yards on both sides. Each yard is a complex of buildings, with independent dining halls, martial arts arenas, etc., with clear classes and differences.

For example, people in the inner yard can walk around.

As for the inner yard, people from other yards cannot come uninvited.

At this stage, the activities of apprentices such as Nie Wushuang can only be in the west yard, practicing, resting, and eating...

West yard.

Dining hall.

There are several rows of rectangular tables, and there are benches in front of the tables. Now, they are full of people.

The dinner is very rich, with rice and broth. Although it is a big pot dish, it is not lacking in oil and meat. In Nie Wushuang's eyes, this is similar to the food in the student cafeteria in his previous life. In this era, it should be considered good.

At least, this is the case for these apprentices from poor families.

As long as there is no waste, eat as much as you want, no limit, so everyone gobbles one by one, with a mouth full of oil.

Compared to those guys, Nie Wushuang's eating speed seems very slow.

Regardless of the previous life, the original body had a period of time before, and naturally did not think that the food in front of him was delicious. However, after being hungry for a period of time, even if it was pig food before, it would be edible.

Must eat!

This body needs energy replenishment!

Chewing slowly does not mean that you can't eat, but it helps digestion, so you can eat more.

Previously, the clone stood on the pile for about an hour, and then, because Nie Wushuang was hungry and weak, it caused a chain reaction, resulting in insufficient energy for the clone, and finally became empty and returned to the feet.

So, eat as much as you can, and stuff it into your mouth as long as you can eat.

No need to worry about food accumulation.

Beside Nie Wushuang, the sunset penetrated the hall, and the ground was orange.

In the orange light, the clone was standing on the tiger-shaped pile, with a tiger-like body, up and down, with its shape and spirit, as if it had been tempered a thousand times and had already reached perfection.

The data on the panel kept changing.

At this time...

Tiger-shaped pile, entry level, 18/100.

The swallowed food was converted into energy through the digestive system to maintain the cultivation of the clone. At the same time, the clone also continuously fed back the gains and insights of the cultivation to the main body, making the main body stronger little by little, and this strengthening was presented in the form of panel data.

Very intuitive, clear at a glance!

The biggest dream of mankind is to get something for nothing!

This way of getting stronger just by eating is so cool that Nie Wushuang indulged in it and couldn't extricate himself.

However, there is no banquet that will never end!

Outside the dining hall, the sunset has disappeared, darkness invaded the sky, and slowly descended to the ground. At the intersections of the courtyard, the servants have lit lanterns. In the dining hall, most people have left, leaving only some chores.

At this time, they stared at Nie Wushuang with ugly expressions.

They were once apprentices, the kind that signed contracts. Once they succeeded in their cultivation, they would go to the inner courtyard to become inner disciples, or even be promoted to true disciples. Well, there are very few such people. Whether it is the inner sect or the true disciples, most of them come from the East Courtyard. Most of them are talented and have excellent roots. At the very least, they are from wealthy families.

If the apprentices in the West Courtyard are excellent, most of them will become disciples like Meng Gang and Liu Qing, who will practice while serving the martial arts hall. If they are too mediocre, they will be eliminated and become menials like them.

They are also old-timers in the martial arts hall. After years and months, they have never seen people like Nie Wushuang.

Are they reincarnated from starving ghosts?

It takes more than an hour to eat a meal?

Nie Wushuang stood up as if nothing had happened, touched his stomach, and was still full. The digestive system could not operate efficiently, and a lot of food had not yet been converted into nutrients, and then turned into energy to provide to the clone.

At this time, it was still food.

I don’t know how long the clone can stand after being converted into energy?

When can I cross the threshold of entry?

Entry, mastery, great success, perfection...

How long will it take to reach the perfect state?

Nie Wushuang pondered, turning a blind eye to the canteen servants' white eyes and deaf ears to their whispers. How can face compare with benefits? If the canteen is not closed yet, he will continue.

From the canteen to the residence, passing through the martial arts field, at this time, there are more than a dozen apprentices standing in the martial arts field, but most of them are struggling to support. This tiger-shaped stance looks simple, but it is actually very physically demanding, and if the posture is not correct, it will also hurt the bones.

In short, forced training is not necessarily a good thing.

However, too many of these apprentices come from poor families and have experienced too many hard days. This little bit of hardship is still bearable. As Gu Baiyun said, the opportunity to change fate is in front of them, and if they don’t work hard to seize it, they will be punished by heaven.

Along the way, in addition to the martial arts arena, there are apprentices standing in the open space, behind the house, and in the yard, sweating profusely, gritting their teeth and persisting.

Rolling is the norm!

Those who are lazy are a minority after all!

Some are not lazy, but they know the principle of overdoing it, so they did not continue to practice. These apprentices should know some common sense of martial arts and are not complete laymen.

Three lights and five roosters!

In his previous life, Nie Wushuang was born in a poor peasant family. If he wanted to change his fate, he had to study. At that time, he did not have a golden finger, so he could only roll like these apprentices in front of him. In the end, he finally jumped out, but his body was exhausted!

Otherwise...

Nie Wushuang shook his head and stepped through the gate.

In the yard, Zhou Qiang was gritting his teeth and standing still. His body was shaky and sweating all over. He was still trying to hold on. When he saw Nie Wushuang lazily walk in, his eyes were full of hatred. When Nie Wushuang looked over, he hurriedly lowered his head and avoided his sight.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late!

He was secretly ruthless in his heart!

Nie Wushuang naturally sensed the other party's malice.

He ignored it, it was just the whine of a loser!

He took two steps, went up the eaves, and pushed the door into the house.

After opening the door, a smell mixed with foot odor and sweat blew in his face, making him hold his breath.

There were more than a dozen teenagers in adolescence living in one room, and it was a big bunk bed. In addition, these apprentices who had just returned from training and came from poor families had no concept of hygiene. Not to mention taking a bath and wiping their bodies, many guys even lay on the bunk bed without washing their feet.

This taste can be imagined.

Nie Wushuang frowned.

He didn't say anything, but opened the window at the head of his bed, letting in the cool wind, which slightly reduced the sour smell.

Like those exhausted apprentices, he rested on the quilt.

In the open space outside the window, the clone was still standing in the tiger-shaped pile. From time to time, there were insights in his mind, and his body was slightly warm. If he calmed down and closed his eyes to listen, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood flowing.

Hang-up practice is so awesome!

In this way, Nie Wushuang took a nap in a daze.

Then, he was awakened by a burst of noise.

He opened his eyes.

It was completely dark. There was a lantern at the door and an oil lamp in the house. It was not dark. The apprentices had returned to the house. At this time, some guys were making noises and laughing, and some people who were lying like Nie Wushuang were also awakened.

What's going on?

Nie Wushuang glanced out the window. The clone was still standing in the pile, not empty.

I touched my stomach, and the feeling of fullness had long disappeared. My stomach was flat and slightly concave, and I felt a little hungry.

I couldn't continue to practice, otherwise, I would be hungry in the middle of the night.

Nie Wushuang thought, and his clone stopped standing, and instantly became virtual, and returned to his feet, overlapping with the shadow.

On the panel, Tiger-shaped stance, entry, 66/100.

In the room, the apprentices were playing.

They were all happy and excited, except for one person.

The man looked about twelve or thirteen years old, thin, and stood alone in the open space. On the big bunk bed, the apprentices screamed and took off their sweaty and smelly clothes and threw them on the man on the ground.

"Little beggar, take it to me to wash!"

"Tomorrow night, if you can't dry it and can't change it, I'll kill you!"

"Did you hear me clearly, you bastard!"

...

Each apprentice received a quilt and two sets of gray tights. They had to wear the same clothes most of the time. After a training session, they couldn't be as relaxed as Nie Wushuang, and their clothes would definitely be soaked with sweat.

So, they had to wash it at night and change it the next night.

Nie Wushuang glanced at the apprentice who was bullied.

He knew the other party. Like the original body, they were all street beggars. However, the original body had not been in Wei County for a long time and was recruited into the martial arts hall by Meng Gang. He only met this little guy once and had never dealt with him.

He should have been in Wei County for a long time. Many people here know him.

In the past, he was mostly bullied on the street.

Now, the bullying has extended to the martial arts hall.

Nie Wushuang looked at the others. Zhou Qiang, who was beaten into a pig's head by him, was also among them. He found that Nie Wushuang was looking at him. Not only did he not avoid his sight, but he glared back fiercely.

Yo!

Interesting!

It seems that he was a little too gentle before!

Nie Wushuang sat up and stared at the little beggar below indifferently. Tears hung on his face, and he packed up his clothes with a numb expression.

It seems that he has no courage to resist.

Yes, not everyone is himself.

If people don't help themselves, God won't help them!

Nie Wushuang didn't mean to intervene.

"Out-of-town kid, come here and lick my bird!"

Zhou Qiang stood on the big bunk bed, opened his legs, and pretended to untie his belt. On the side, some people cheered and some stopped smiling.

The little beggar stood on the ground, trembling all over.

On the surface, Zhou Qiang was targeting the little beggar, but he kept staring at Nie Wushuang opposite him, his eyes full of provocation.

Earlier, two of the four of them backed off, and he was caught off guard by Nie Wushuang and couldn't fight back, so Zhou Qiang was very unconvinced. At first, he was ready to take revenge, but now, with more people and more power, I have the advantage.

A gentleman who still acts as a hammer!

So, he deliberately did things very out of line.

Alas!

Nie Wushuang sighed.

This can't be ignored.

He stood up lazily and looked at everyone.

"I'll protect this kid!"

"I've said it, who agrees? Who opposes?"

After that, he looked around at everyone.

The apprentices looked at each other.

So fierce!

One person challenges everyone?