From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

27, Jungler

on the official road.

Ren Qingshan hurried along, his steps light and quick, his mood cheerful and pleasant.

He suddenly became rich, earning thirty-four taels of silver alone, plus a leg technique... If he were still working as a guard in the Lu family, he would never have made such a fortune.

It has to be the jungler, so they can get more gold.

If even a small, shady inn is this wealthy, then the bandits up in the mountains must be even richer.

However, we need to wait and wait for an opportunity.

After all, they weren't bandits who had established strongholds in the mountains, but rather small-time roving bandits who had intricate connections with powerful and influential families in the county. They wouldn't make a move unless a wealthy merchant caravan passed by.

There's no rush.

One's foundation lies in the land; making a quick buck and leaving is not a sustainable way to live.

The best option is to seize the opportunity to pull off a big heist, ideally without revealing your identity.

Martial artists must use their brains even more.

The goal isn't to kill; the goal is to live a good life.

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noon.

Ren Qingshan arrived at a small town called Yushugou.

This place is a major transportation route where several mountains converge, adjacent to the official road, and has a market where mountain products and medicinal herbs are gathered and traded.

The crowds were bustling and lively, with various vendors calling out their wares.

Ren Qingshan wandered around and found a roadside stall. He bought ten large flatbreads for two coins each to take with him on the road.

After paying, just as I was about to leave, I saw five or six burly men approaching.

"Old Xu, ten pancakes, please!"

The old stall owner quickly took the pancakes and respectfully handed them to them.

The group took the cakes and walked away nonchalantly, without paying.

"Why aren't they paying?"

Ren Qingshan asked casually, seemingly lost in thought.

The old man looked distressed as he watched the backs of the burly men, but he gave Ren Qingshan a cold look: "What's it to you? Stop asking questions and get out of here."

This place is nearly two hundred miles from the county seat, and the accent is somewhat different. Ren Qingshan could tell at a glance that he was from out of town, and judging from his clothes, he was a peasant. The old man was too lazy to waste words.

Ren Qingshan stared at him for a few seconds, then chuckled and turned away.

There are many people in the world who bully the weak and fear the strong, who are unfriendly to those who spend money but respectful to those who eat for free.

Considering the old man's age, I didn't want to argue with him.

At such an advanced age, he's still living in a dog's belly.

While eating his pancakes, Ren Qingshan casually followed the burly men around the market. He watched as they ate, drank, and took things for free from various stalls, including several pounds of meat and a barrel of wine. They even flirted with a young woman selling tofu, making her almost cry. Ren Qingshan laughed heartily and left satisfied.

Ren Qingshan didn't take any action, but a vague guess began to surface in his mind.

It seems to be a local gang.

My heart stirred slightly.

The idea of ​​"sweeping away organized crime and eliminating evil" has resurfaced.

Compared to killing that yellow demon, this kind of business is a much better way to make a fortune!

The townspeople are beyond their control; that's human nature. But they're quite interested in taking advantage of the gangs.

This gang must have someone behind it.

But it doesn't matter.

They masked themselves, concealed their identities, made a quick buck, and ran away without anyone noticing.

Thinking like this...

Ren Qingshan went ahead to scout the location.

They continued to follow several burly men from a distance, and saw them meet up with another group of burly men by the bridge, laughing and joking, and head east to a fortified village.

This fortified village is considered the most luxurious mansion in the area, standing out among the surrounding houses. Its level of luxury is no less than that of the salt merchant Lu family.

The courtyard walls were high, with four watchtowers at the northeast, northwest, and four other corners.

Even during the day, there are people on guard.

In front of the gate is a drying yard of several acres, where medicinal herbs are piled up like mountains, and laborers are busy drying and moving them.

A wooden sign hangs at the entrance to the drying ground.

Three large, elegant characters: Juyitang (Gathering Righteousness Hall).

Juyi Hall?

Ren Qingshan glanced at it from afar, then left without making a sound.

This fortified village has a tight security; it would be difficult to sneak in even in secret.

These gangs live on the edge, so naturally they guard their own territory very closely.

"First, master the Wind Chasing Leg Technique. This leg technique has both combat power and the ability to move lightly, which is quite beneficial."

Suppressing his desire, Ren Qingshan left the town and disappeared into the mountains.

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"There are six meridians in the two legs of a person, and sixty-nine acupoints on each leg."

The six meridians are: Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian, Foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian, Foot Taiyang Bladder Meridian, Foot Taiyin Spleen Meridian, Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian, and Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian.

"The sixty-nine acupoints are: Yongquan, Zhaohai, Taixi, Yingu, Dadun, Taichong..."

In the deserted mountains and forests.

Ren Qingshan held the book on the Wind Chasing Leg Technique and studied it intently.

Huang Youcai had already been interrogated. He said that he obtained this leg technique manual from a small martial arts school in the county town years ago, for a fee of twenty taels of silver.

However, before he had even reached the minor stage of mastery, he could no longer afford the secret medicine.

The monthly dose of the secret medicine is three ounces.

He forced himself to continue the treatment, which damaged his acupoints. Even now, the acupoints on his legs ache faintly on rainy days, leaving him no choice but to give up.

Secret medicines are truly of paramount importance to martial arts.

Practicing martial arts can increase the upper limit of one's Qi and blood. Although it nourishes the body, the consumption of Qi and blood far outweighs the nourishment during the training process.

The deficiency can only be replenished through the nourishment of secret medicines.

This was also one of the reasons why Fang Yonggang, the top performer of the Lu family, was able to control Ren Qingshan.

However, he was unaware that Ren Qingshan could transform the earth's energy, and his abundant blood and qi were as if he had seized the earth's creation. Although the secret medicine still had nourishing effects, it did not pose a significant obstacle.

at this time.

According to the method recorded in this secret manual, Ren Qingshan first practiced stillness exercises, assuming a horse stance, and circulating the qi and blood in his legs, slowly moving it along the meridians and acupoints on his legs.

As blood and qi flowed in, the already full and firm thighs felt as if mice were scurrying through their meridians.

As a result, both of her legs became several sizes thicker.

Ren Qingshan couldn't help but think of "Heavenly Crippled Foot"—powerful, terrifying, and somewhat disgusting.

That leg technique is quite skillful.

Qi and blood are consumed very quickly.

However, with his Silver Blood cultivation level, he could still hold on.

Moreover, after transforming one's understanding, one's mind becomes much sharper in grasping the subtle and essential points than before.

Ren Qingshan carefully moved the qi and blood.

It was revised repeatedly.

By evening, I had finally completed the entire circulation of Qi and blood between my legs.

He let out a long sigh, finished his exercise, and stood up, immediately feeling a rumbling in his stomach.

hungry!

Such a consumption is truly considerable.

Without the nourishing medicine, ordinary martial artists would truly not be able to withstand it.

Huang Youcai practiced for half a year, spending twenty taels of silver on the cultivation method and eighteen taels on the secret medicine, but still hadn't mastered the basics.

Even with his Silver Blood cultivation, immense strength, and boundless blood and qi, it took him a whole afternoon to begin to grasp the basics.

"Let's try the power first!"

"Let's go down the mountain for lunch!"

Although it's only a small achievement and I'm not yet proficient, it's worth a try.

Ren Qingshan slowly channeled his internal energy, transforming stillness into movement.

In an instant.

His legs burst forth with tremendous force, as if out of control, and he suddenly sprinted forward.

With the powerful inertia, the body inevitably leans backward, and the sound of whistling wind can be heard in the ears.

boom!

The next moment, Ren Qingshan crashed into a poplar tree as thick as an arm, snapping it in two, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Holy crap!"

Rubbing his forehead and sniffing, trying to calm the surging blood between his legs, Ren Qingshan was both amused and exasperated.

It was already coated in copper, so the impact didn't cause much damage, just a slight embarrassment.

This leg technique truly lives up to its name of "Chasing the Wind," its speed is astonishing!

You can't detect it when you're meditating.

The first time he moved, it was like a motorcycle suddenly starting up, the throttle was turned up, and the speed went from zero to 80 miles per hour in an instant, catching everyone off guard.

Great legwork!

Once you've mastered it and can control it perfectly, you might be able to kill someone with a single crash, no less powerful than the "Great Luck"!

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