Zhao Changhui said that he was poor, rich and powerful, and he was not wrong.

After that drinking, Zhao Changhui quickly sent someone to reply.

You can learn skills.

Just give money!

Clearly marked price, ten yuan!

This price can be said to be... hugely expensive!

You know, in the market, a small luoli with beautiful eyes is worth this price...

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and saved money for half a month before saving all the money.

Early that morning, Zhang Chu put on a neat and clean dress, put on a bag of ten taels of snowflakes exchanged from the money house, and led Li Gouzi to the cattle and sheep market.

The old escort lived in the cattle and sheep market.

Along the way, acquaintances kept bowing to Zhang Chu, including the Qinglong Gang's gang members, as well as neighbors from Wutongli and the cattle and sheep market.

Zhang Chu smiled and bowed his hand to return the gifts one by one.

In a blink of an eye, he has been joining the Black Tiger Hall for almost a month, and he has made some achievements. Now most people who make a living on the Qinglong Gang territory know that he is a person named Zhang Chu, a white paper in the Black Tiger Hall.

The younger brothers with him were not just Li Gouzi and Yu Er, but eight of them.

They are all the kind of strong man who can rush out to chop people for him with just one order!

...

Passing through the cattle and sheep market that smells badly of livestock.

Zhang Chu's footsteps stopped in front of a courtyard where two stone lions were placed in front of the door.

On the door plaque, a large gold-patterned brush was written: Liangzhai.

"Go knock on the door...be careful of etiquette."

Zhang Chuzhi sent Li Gouzi to knock on the door, and looked at the courtyard left and right: the door head seven or eight feet wide, the stone lion carved vividly, the courtyard wall made of blue bricks, and the tiger-head door knocker made of red copper...

…

Various details show that this old escort whose martial arts skills are already destroyed by Zhao Changhui are from a very good family.

There are so many such grand families in the entire cattle and sheep market.

He thought secretly, was it that people who practice martial arts generally do well, or was this old escort teacher who has good fortune?

He has seen too few martial arts practitioners.

Not counting as Zhao Changhui, the only one who truly became the martial arts practitioners who were once made in the world was Liu Wu and this old stint.

Liu Wu won’t talk about it. The leader of the Black Tiger Hall, regardless of his value or status, belongs to the top group of people in the west of the city.

Now this old stintsman whose martial arts skills have been destroyed, judging from the value of this wealthy man should be the best in the cattle and sheep market.

"Does those who practice martial arts have money, or do those who practice martial arts have money very much?"

Zhang Chu thought about it for a while and felt that it was probably the latter.

"Squeak."

The door opened, and an old man dressed in a green hat, dressed as a servant, stretched out his head and looked at the two people outside the door: "Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Chu took a step forward and bowed politely: "Brother-in-law, Zhang Chu, a junior from Wutongli, came here by Zhao Changhui, Sihaitang. Please tell Master Liang!"

The old man glanced at Zhang Chu, threw down a tough sentence "Wait", and then closed the door with a "bang".

"Old guy..."

As a gangster, Li Gouzi is used to bullying ordinary people on weekdays, so he can't stand this anger and even scream and scold him.

Zhang Chu pulled him, thoughtfully and looked at the door and said, "You go to the stall patrol and tell the three brothers who have joined the gang these days!"

A look at the whole leopard in the middle of the body can be so awesome. Mr. Liang’s card is even bigger than he imagined!

Li Gouzi responded reluctantly, turned around and left angrily.

Zhang Chu stood outside the door for about a cup of tea before the old man opened the door again.

"Come in!"

Zhang Chu politely bowed to him and stepped into the door.

Behind the gate is a porch with a picture of the big roc spreading its wings. Bypassing the porch, there is a spacious courtyard with two basketball courts.

There are several osmanthus trees on both sides of the courtyard. Now it is late autumn, and the osmanthus has already withered, leaving only the courtyard paved with green shade dotted with bluestone slabs.

Under the osmanthus tree on the left, there is a weapon stand with some common swords, spears and weapons inserted on it.

In front of the osmanthus tree on the right is a wooden stake plum blossom array. Each wooden stake is more than one person tall, and there are still boxing marks on several wooden stakes.

The old man asked Zhang Chu to wait in the yard and went into the inner hall by himself.

After a while, the old man came out with a white-bearded and beautiful old man.

This innocent old man was wearing a water-green brocade cotton jacket, a white marten hat, and a gold-plated beast-headed stove between his hands.

Zhang Chu was surprised: Although it is late autumn now, it is not as cold as you need to cook fire, right?

The old man Qingjun walked down the steps, and his turbid eyes looked up and down at Zhang Chu, "Are you Zhang Chu?"

Zhang Chu stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "But Master Liang is here? Junior Zhang Chu, pay homage to Master Liang."

The old man Qingjun nodded: "I am Liang Wufeng."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chu quickly took off the bag on his shoulders, stepped forward and knelt on one knee: "Thank you for your master to never abandon it, you will be able to teach your skills, and you will be willing to serve him on your shoulders!"

Liang Wufeng smiled slightly when he heard this, stroked his beard and nodded, "It's a polite person... Ah Fu, please accept it!"

"Yes, Master!"

The old servant stepped forward, took the bag from Zhang Chu's hand, turned around and walked into the inner hall, and walked to Zhang Chu with a cup of tea.

Zhang Chu took the teacup with both hands, stood high above the top, and presented it to Liang Wufeng.

Liang Wufeng took the teacup and took a sip.

Quotes!

In fact, before coming, Zhao Changhui had sent someone to hand him over. Liang Wufeng was collecting money and teaching skills, not really taking disciples. Zhang Chu could come over without having to give a master-apprentice gift.

But Zhang Chu thought about it himself that if Liang Wufeng wanted to teach his skills with all his heart, it would be better to give a master-apprentice gift.

At present, Liang Wufeng is quite satisfied with his initiative to perform the master-apprentice gift.

...

Zhang Chu stood on the plum blossom formation, stanced horses, leaned against his waist with his arms and fists, and fine beads of sweat were oozing on his forehead.

Under the plum blossom stake, Liang Wufeng sat on a chair with his priest, covering the stove with one hand and a sandalwood crutch in the other hand. He occasionally raised the crutch and hit Zhang Chu, adjusting his horse stance posture, and slowly telling Zhang Chu some words.

Basic knowledge of martial arts.

"The nine-level martial arts, the lower third-level power, the middle third-level qi cultivation, and the upper third-level conscious mind!"

Zhang Chu interrupted: "Master, my disciple discussed martial arts with Zhao Changhui before. Zhao Changhui told his disciple that martial arts are only divided into three levels!"

Liang Wufeng glanced at him, raised the crutch in his hand and accurately tapped it on his lower abdomen.

"Silence your voice, calm your breath, and don't be confused!"

Although Liang Wufeng looked trembling and like a dead candle in the wind, his crutch was so strong that Zhang Chu could hardly hold his body down from the plum blossom stake.

"Zhao Changhui?"

Liang Wufeng said softly with contempt, "I'm a child with Huangkou! I don't know where to learn a few tricks from, so I thought I had entered the martial arts gate! Actually, I know nothing!"

"Everyone in the world is the third level of martial arts, which actually refers to the three major realms of martial arts, not the level!"

"Three major realms of martial arts."

"The realm of Lishi, the muscles and bones are strong, the qi and blood are like a mountain, and the dragon and tiger are in harmony!"

"The Qi Hai Realm, Qi is like the sea, and all evils do not invade, and the river is broken with one hand!"

"The flying realm, the mind is connected to the sky, and the vastness lasts forever, and it is eternal in one thought!"

Zhang Chu learned his lesson and stopped interfering, but he could clearly see that when the old man talked about Qihai Realm and Feitian Realm, his expression was filled with a mixture of loss, which was extremely complicated.

After a while, Liang Wufeng sighed lightly: "I told you that these are too far away. You have passed the best age to bury muscles and bones. Now your muscles and bones have grown up, and your body is weak. It is difficult to even enter the flow!

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Zhang Chu's legs on the plum blossom stake were so sore that his legs were trembling like noodles. He was also hit by this old man, thinking in his heart whether to give up on the path of martial arts.

He has never been the kind of person who can endure hardships and is persevering. On the contrary, he is lazy and hates labor. He is the nature of fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

But just when he was about to hold on, his legs suddenly became hot and warm, just like he was a big sword in his previous life, ah, ah, washing his feet.

The sour and astringent feeling faded away.

He even felt a little comfortable.
To be continued...