From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

70, meritorious

"good!"

Fang Yanping suddenly stood up, glanced at Pang Ziqian who was lying unconscious on the bed, and shouted at Zhou Jinwen who had rushed over to report what had just happened.

Within a short hour, he experienced great ups and downs, and although he was resolute, he was still deeply moved.

Ren Qingshan!

Chalcedony!

"Ren Gongfeng is indeed very low-key. He has already broken through to the Jade Marrow, but he doesn't say anything. He has hidden his strength... Such a character is worthy of being called both wise and brave."

Zhou Jinwen echoed the praise, feeling deeply impressed. Otherwise, none of this would have happened today.

Qian Duanli is arrogant, but arrogance is only a facade.

Both of them were martial arts scholars, yet he didn't challenge Yu Sui Jiang Shi'an, but instead picked on Pang Ziqian, an easy target. This clearly shows that he was bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and that he had carefully chosen his target.

Ren Qingshan's apparent strength was also based on true qi, which is why Qian Duanli challenged him so fiercely, and then... died.

"certainly."

"Alas, it's just that Ziqian has suffered."

"Write a letter home and ask my father to ask Doctor Hua for a Rejuvenating Pill for the Internal Organs. The money will be deducted from my annual account. Without this medicine, Ziqian is probably out of luck."

Pang Ziqian has six broken ribs, one of which pierced his spleen. Although his condition is currently under control, he can only be saved by the Zangfu Revitalizing Pill.

Even this medicine can only save his life; there will likely be no further progress on his martial arts path.

Zhou Jinwen responded, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself.

One Visceral Rejuvenation Pill costs eight thousand taels of silver... and that's considered cheap.

Medicines for martial artists' injuries are several times more expensive than medicines for improving qi and blood.

Lord Fang could earn a maximum of 30,000 taels a year from the family property. Buying even one of these wound medicines would be a serious injury for him.

He was an honest and upright official who never accepted a single tael of silver.

Using one's own money to run government affairs, fighting against the Qian family... even a fool would know it's a losing proposition.

But this is Fang Yanping—a man who, in office, brought benefits to the people in his region.

"What are you saying? You're worried about the money? Don't worry, the money will come soon. Aren't you going to suppress the bandits?"

Fang Yanping noticed that Master Zhou was feeling the pinch and said this.

Zhou Jinwen nodded silently.

You, a county magistrate, are forced to make money by suppressing bandits.

There are many ways to be an official, but he chose the most righteous and difficult one.

After chatting for a while, the two went outside, and Fang Yanping instructed his medical apprentice, Wang Liang, to stay and take good care of them.

……

At the Fuhu Martial Arts School, Qian Duanli died on the spot. After watching everyone handle the matter, Ren Qingshan put away the life-or-death document and left with Lu Qingyi and Ren Yaohui.

He cursed under his breath, "Idiot Bo Yi."

"He's probably not the eldest son of the Qian family, is he?"

Ren Qingshan looked at his nephew and asked casually.

Ren Yaohui nodded and said softly, "No, he's a son born out of wedlock. I overheard them talking about him just now. However, his talent surpasses that of the legitimate sons of the Qian family for four generations, making him arguably the most talented among his generation in the Qian family."

The illegitimate son, with unparalleled talent, a silver-blooded being at sixteen...

This is definitely a protagonist's script!

Ren Qingshan inwardly cursed, then turned to Ren Yaohui: "See? This is a classic example of someone who has no brains. The happiest person about his death isn't me, but his eldest son. His fighting was inevitably influenced by his brothers' encouragement and attempts to kill him with flattery. Now that you're in the martial arts school, using my name to smoothly rise to power, you must be extra wary of being killed by flattery! The harm of being killed by flattery far outweighs the harm of being humiliated!"

Ren Yaohui's heart skipped a beat, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he immediately cupped his hands in greeting: "Sixth Uncle, I have learned a lot."

He had never imagined this angle before; it was refreshing and a sudden realization dawned on him.

As she listened to Ren Qingshan instructing her nephew, Lu Qingyi pursed her lips, the earlier panic in her heart gradually dissipating, and a flutter of excitement appeared in her beautiful eyes.

This man seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light.

Heroic and valiant.

Wise.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Lu Qingyi parted ways with Ren Yaohui. As they approached Tianyifang, she said softly, "Why don't you come to my house? Have a cup of tea and rest for a while. You just killed someone, and you still have some malevolent energy on you. Don't go home and disturb the baby."

Ren Qingshan glanced at her, his heart fluttering slightly.

What a beautiful and thoughtful girl! She's already starting to think about her "older sister."

"You lead the horse back first, I'll go visit Master Pang, and then go to the Martial Virtue Academy."

I'll come see you later.

Looking around and seeing no one, Ren Qingshan handed her the reins, casually touched her red lips lightly, and then quickly walked away.

Lu Qingyi blushed instantly, her face turning as red as the evening glow, and shock appeared in her eyes.

On the street!

This is on the street!

……

After visiting Pang Ziqian, who was still in a coma, and whose family was crying and wailing, Ren Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little down.

A martial artist's head is truly worn on his waist.

"Ziqian, hold on! You must wake up. I am Ren Qingshan. When you wake up, you will beat me."

Ren Qingshan rambled on for a moment.

The doctor Wang Liang, who was standing nearby, suddenly noticed that Pang Ziqian's index finger twitched slightly.

Ren Qingshan also noticed this detail and sighed at the strength of the martial arts fanatic's obsession. He repeated it several times, but when he moved his index finger again, it seemed as if the battery had been completely depleted, and he remained unconscious.

"Take a rest first. I'll come over and chat with you often when I have time."

After speaking with Wang Liang, Ren Qingshan left and headed straight for Wude Academy.

……

"Master Fang."

At the Martial Virtue Academy, Ren Qingshan found Fang Yanping and greeted him with a cupped hand.

"Qingshan, you've arrived. You deserve great credit for today's events."

Fang Yanping said in a deep voice, but there was no excitement in his eyes, after all, one person had been lost.

After a few pleasantries, Ren Qingshan got down to business: "Sir, I would like to apply for a true qi combat technique, or preferably two: a palm technique and a leg technique."

Fang Yanping didn't know, Lu Qingyi didn't know, and no one except Ren Qingshan himself knew—in this month, the grain merchants harvested 1,300 mu of land, and with the land's fertility transformed by this harvest, Ren Qingshan opened two more meridians, his hands were fully opened, and one meridian was opened in his leg.

The True Qi Battle Technique involves practicing three palm techniques from the "Dragon Subduing True Qi Battle Technique": the Tiger Subduing Style, the Dragon Subduing Style, and the Flying Style.

All three techniques have yielded some initial success.

However, this fighting technique can unleash dragon-shaped energy, which is too conspicuous, so Ren Qingshan has never used it in front of others.

Right now, of course we should seize the opportunity to do so.

Having more skills is never a bad thing!

Once one's comprehension reaches the level of "sudden enlightenment," there is absolutely no risk of trying to learn too much of any martial art and ending up with nothing.

Occasionally, when practicing martial arts, when the hands are warmed up, a flash of inspiration will come to mind, resulting in new variations, combinations, and insights.

The move that Ren Qingshan used to kill Qian Duanli just now relied on his powerful true energy. He also used the "Rhinoceros Gazing at the Moon" move that he had learned when he sparred with Pang Ziqian. His body technique borrowed the trick of the "Flying Style". He did not reveal the dragon-shaped energy, but it was perfectly integrated, which gave him such power and killed him with one blow.

at this time.

Upon hearing Ren Qingshan's words, Fang Yanping pondered for a moment, a resolute look appearing in his eyes.

"True Qi combat techniques can only be applied for by those who have passed the martial arts examination."

"But since we've already broken the rule once, it doesn't matter. I'll bear all the consequences."

"I have mastered three internal energy combat techniques. One of them is a palm technique passed down in my Fang family. Fang family combat techniques are not passed on to outsiders, so please understand. The other two are techniques that I applied to the imperial court for, based on my authority as a county magistrate. One is a palm technique, and the other is a leg technique."

"Among them, one is the Vajra Palm, which takes the most powerful and fierce approach, and the other is the Willow-Sweeping Mountain-Severing Kick, which combines strength and gentleness, as light as a spring breeze swaying a willow, as heavy as splitting a mountain."

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