When Zhang Chu returned home, his mind was still muddy.

The scene where Liu Wu punched the wooden stake and played it in his mind like magic.

He is not stupid.

I understand that Liu Wu's punch was for him.

The meaning of this is nothing more than demonstration, beating, and deterrence.

But Liu Wu certainly did not expect that his punch opened the door to a new world for Zhang Chu.

...

Zhang Chu's purpose of joining Heihu Hall has always been simple.

Make money!

Make a lot of money!

Money can make the devil push the mill!

Having a lot of money can make the ghosts beat!

According to his idea, as long as you have money, everything is easy to say.

Gang?

It's just a springboard!

However, Liu Wu's punch today seemed to be a blow, and he was stunned by Zhang Chu.

The style of painting is broken!

A good time travel drama has suddenly turned into a time travel martial arts drama!

...

Zhang Chu was carrying his hands and wandering around his yard with great thoughts.

He felt a little uneasy.

His anxiety not only comes from the powerful force demonstrated by Liu Wu's punch!

It also comes from Liu Wu's identity!

Who is Liu Wu?

Just an unknown gang leader!

Not a famous person!

He is not a hero who dominates the side!

Liu Wu can even punch such a strong punch!

What about those big guys who really dominate the side?

Is it stronger?

Is it that the monument is opened and the stone is broken, and the tiger and leopard is tearing?

Or move mountains and fill the sea, catch the sun and the moon?

Poverty restricts Zhang Chu's logic.

But his imagination has not been limited...

...

Since he was almost beaten to death by Cheng Daniu on the street last time, Zhang Chu has deeply realized that this place is not the earth.

There are no police here.

The law here is a big deal.

If you want to live and live happily, you must become stronger!

So he joined the Heihu Hall and wanted to make money.

However, now it seems that it is not enough to have money alone!

"You must understand what level of martial arts can reach!"

Zhang Chu made up his mind.

It happened that Li Gouzi and Yu Er, who had inspected the stall, pushed open the wood door and saluted him and said, "Master Chu!"

Zhang Chuchao nodded slightly, and finally felt a stir in his heart, and said, "Gozi, send me a post to Master Hui on my behalf. In the evening, I will hold wine in Baiweilou, the cattle and sheep market, and ask him to enjoy the scenery."

Li Gouzi nodded and said yes, turned around and went out.

...

The lights are just coming up, Baiweilou.

After five flavors, after three rounds of wine.

Zhao Changhui's face turned red, and he leaned against the Taishi Chair, as if he was five points drunk.

Zhang Chu's face did not change much, his eyes were still clear and he was not drunk at all.

"Come on, Master Hui, let's go another one of us!"

Zhang Chu smiled and picked up the wine bowl, gently collided with the wine bowl in front of Zhao Changhui, and then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold wine flowed down his throat into his abdomen, and in an instant it turned into a hot stream, pouring into his limbs and bones, warm and comfortable all over, just like taking a hot spring.

Zhao Changhui didn't admit defeat, and held his neck and picked up the wine bowl and raised his head to drink it all.

"Hahaha, Mr. Chu is so numerous!"

He put down the wine bowl, looked at Zhang Chu with a normal expression, and sincerely gave a thumbs up: "Brother, I have been in Sihaitang for so many years, and I have never been afraid of anyone drinking. Today I am completely convinced!"

The two are now making money together, and their relationship is closer than the boss in the same hall.

Seeing that he was drinking almost the same, Zhang Chu smiled and said, "What is it to be able to drink two taels of wine? Speaking of which, it is the heroic hero who is as skilled as Master Hui, who is really convinced!"

"I have two-handed crop styles, so how can I be considered a hero!"

Zhao Changhui leaned against the Taishi Chair lazily and said self-deprecatingly: "That is, he can bully farmers. If he really meets a martial arts man in the martial arts world, he can clean up me in just a few moves!"

"oh?"

Zhang Chu picked up the wine pot and poured half a bowl of wine for Zhao Changhui, looking very interested: "What is the best? Can Master Hui talk to me conveniently?"

“Nothing is inconvenient to talk about.”

Zhao Changhui reached out and supported the wine pot in Zhang Chu's hand, "A person who practices martial arts can practice until his waist and horse unites, and his strength will be born, so he will be a third-rate warrior!"

“Third-rate?”

Zhang Chu was slightly shocked and asked, "Is there any realm of martial arts?"

"Of course there is!"

When talking about martial arts, Zhao Changhui was also very interested, "The people who practice martial arts in the world are divided into third-rate!"

"The third-rate warrior is ready!"

"A second-rate warrior practices qi!"

"First-class warriors cultivate their minds!"

"Brother, I have been practicing martial arts for six years and I have not even entered the door yet!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Changhui suddenly sighed and took the initiative to pick up the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhang Chu lifted the wine pot with great eyesight and shook it, but found that the wine pot was empty: "Shopkeeper, come and warm two more pots of wine!"

Finally, he said inadvertently: "The three realms of martial arts practice sound so mysterious... A few days ago, I went to see the master of the hall and saw him practice martial arts with one punch!"

He gestured with both hands as the thickness of the wooden stake and exclaimed: "I broke such a thick wooden stake!"

Zhao Changhui also nodded with longing: "Fifth Master's Black Tiger Fist is fierce and powerful! It is famous in the west of the city!"

Zhang Chu: "Mr. Hui just said that martial arts is divided into third-rate, isn't the fifth master into the midst?"

Zhao Changhui nodded: "I have been in... I was there two years ago when the fifth master and the eighth gang leader Li Tie took action, and then the fifth master was already in the crowd!"

"Is third-rate already that strong?"

Zhang Chu thought to himself: "Where is the first-class?"

At the right time, the store came with wine. Zhang Chu took the opportunity to drink a few more bowls with Zhao Changhui and deliberately sighed: "I admire the martial arts practitioners since I was a child. It's a pity that my family used to be barely barred and had no way. Now I want to practice, I'm afraid it's

It's too late!"

Zhao Changhui said with a drunken eye: "Brother, can you reach the crown?"

In this era, a man who performs a crown ritual at the age of twenty means that he can start a family and start a career.

Zhang Chu quickly recalled the age of his predecessor, "Twenty-one."

Zhao Changhui nodded regretfully: "It's a little late. The best age for squeezing muscles and bones is fourteen to sixteen years old. My brother is now 21, and his muscles and bones have grown up. It's hard to achieve success in practicing martial arts!"

Hearing this, even though Zhang Chu was tough, he was slightly disappointed.

However, Zhao Changhui changed his tone and said, "But the old saying goes, "It's a good thing to say, poor, rich and powerful. Now my brother's miscellaneous soup business is making a lot of money every day. If he is willing to make up for money, he can practice a few tricks to defend himself."

"oh?"

Zhang Chu was very interested: "Does there be a way for brother?"

Zhao Changhui nodded and said, "I know an old stint. He was also a good player when he was young. Unfortunately, he is old this year, and his secret injury has occurred, and his qi and blood have subsided, and he has become a useless person. If I am willing to learn the arts in money, I will be old.

Brother, please introduce it on your behalf!”

Zhang Chu was overjoyed and bowed, "Then I'll give it to my brother!"
Chapter completed!