Chapter 3 Iron Arm Fist
The old doctor looked at Qin Jiang and then at the already dark sky outside.
“Oh~ It’s night time again. It’s not good to practice Wu Qin Xi to the third level. If you don’t control it deliberately at night, it will automatically reduce the body’s consumption, resulting in some sluggishness.”
After saying that, he turned to look at Qin Jiang, "There is actually nothing to pay attention to when going to Dahei Mountain.
Generally, when spirits appear, there will be fog. You only need to find a locust tree, Just sit under the tree and wait for the fog to disappear.”
After thinking for a while, he added, "Species generally don't take the initiative to hurt people, except for vixens. If you see them, just apply garlic juice on your face. They don't like to eat garlic. Maybe there will be some improvement."
Qin Jiang looked a little weird when he heard this, garlic juice. So, how on earth do you know this?
"Okay, if you have nothing to do, go back and rest. After you have mastered the first level of Wu Qin Xi, you will have more energy. You have to exercise moderation, even with your hands." The old doctor warned.
Qin Jiang's face froze, "I understand."
Daheishan, under the old locust tree.
Three figures stood in front of the tombstone, and the firelight illuminated the black forest with a radius of ten meters.
The leader is a young man in Jinfu, holding a landscape folding fan.
There were two figures behind him, one tall and thin, the other short and fat. They were dressed very plainly, even a little slovenly.
The short and fat man was peeling an apple with a dagger in his hand, while the tall and thin man was motionless holding a torch.
Hearing the sound of peeling, Mr. Jin Fu could not help but turn his head, with a sullen look on his face, "Eat, eat, eat! You just know how to eat! You can't eat it without peeling it, right?" Right? ”
The short and fat man was stunned, and raised his eyelids to look at Mr. Jin Fu. He was stunned for a few seconds, his eyes switching back and forth between the apple in his hand and Mr. Jin Fu.
Raised his hand and handed the apple to Mr. Jin Fu, "It's delicious."
Suck——!
Master Jinfu looked at the apple with black fingerprints and pursed his lips, the wrinkles on his forehead were squeezed out, "Eat! I let you eat!"
He slapped it Feipingguo stretched out his finger and pointed at the short and fat man's head, "Didn't I tell you to make up for it?! Where are the people?! You told me where are the people?!"
The short and fat man glanced at the apple that flew away, and then looked at the empty grave bag, "Obviously, he ran away."
Hearing this, the young master in Jinfu bowed slightly and pinched his waist with both hands. He pinned his fan to his belt and couldn't help but pace back and forth.
“I didn’t know why I ran away?! I’m asking you why you ran away! Didn’t you make a last strike?! Didn’t I tell you to let you make a last strike! Just a last strike!”
This mission was sent directly from above, and he must ensure that no information is leaked!
Although he is just an unlucky guy who comes from nowhere, he must make sure to silence him!
The short and fat man scratched his head with a dagger, "Didn't I make up for it?"
He looked at the tall and thin man beside him. The tall and thin man felt the gaze and looked at him sideways, "Did I make up for it?" , I saw it."
As he said that, he also made a gesture of stabbing someone with a knife.
"Right? I just said that I am a professional, how could I not do a last hit." The short and fat man looked at the young master in Jinfu.
Master Jinfu pointed at the grave impatiently, "Okay, okay, I don't care what you do, find him and kill him! Kill everyone who has come into contact with him. ! Understand?”
The short and fat man raised his head slightly, "Understood!"
The young master in Jinfu suppressed his anger and put his hands on the shoulders of the short and fat man. "This time, don't cut off the head, just cut off the head and give it to me. , okay?"
"No problem, just do whatever you want. Don't worry, there will be no problem this time!" the short and fat man promised.
The young master in Jinfu forced a smile and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your good news."
After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave, when the short and fat man suddenly slapped him on the forehead. on, startling him.
Before he could say anything, the short and fat man spoke, "I know! This kid's heart must be on the right side! Let me just say, how could I make a mistake in my shot?"
As he said that, his two He gestured with his hand on the right side of his chest.
The tall and thin man on the side also nodded in approval, "Yes, a rare breed."
The young man in Jinfu closed his eyes slightly and held half of his face with his right hand.
So, it was because of my mental illness that I was able to choose these two fools among so many people.
He shouldn't believe in some bullshit Yatsudai single biography!
"Hurry up and check for me! This batch of goods is no small matter! There must be no mistakes! If something goes wrong, you will all die! You will all die!!"
North of Black Mountain City, Qin Jiang walked through several streets and followed the route in his memory. After a while, he passed by an alley and looked into the alley. There was only a small courtyard about forty meters away from the alley.
The courtyard door was opened, and a torch was stuck on the door frame, illuminating the dim path.
There was a strong man standing next to the door, his arms folded across his chest, and his swollen muscles lifted up the black cloth on his body.
The face was cold and hard, with an air of indifference that would keep strangers away.
From the courtyard gate to the intersection, there were several gangsters in gray cloth, leaning against the wall of the alleyway and chatting.
"Have you heard that another group of refugees has arrived from the north? How about we go over there tonight and have a look?"
"What? Have you contacted the adults in the inner city?"< br>
"Hey, if you get the goods, there are many people who want them! I just don't know if there are any good ones anymore. I still like to be more aggressive. These unscrupulous people are too boring."
"Are you the only one who is still aggressive? I’m not afraid of being crippled by you!”
“Hey! You don’t think of me as a human being?”
“Ah, yes, that’s right. Well, let’s go over and take a look when it gets darker.”
“Okay, no problem. If they are chosen then, it will be their blessing, and we will save someone’s life, right?”
Qin Jiang raised his head slightly and looked into the courtyard. As the sky had darkened, he could only vaguely see a figure standing in the courtyard, seemingly hitting something.
Tightening his collar, he held the copper coins exchanged for the herbal medicine in his hand and left quickly.
This is the purpose of collecting herbs in exchange for money.
In Heishan City, there are actually many people like him who practice Wuqinxi or one or two forms of Sanshou.
In these troubled times, every individual will learn some means of self-protection as long as they have the opportunity.
But people like them are not actually true warriors at all.
In the entire Black Mountain City, especially in the outer city, there are not many martial artists in the true sense, and there are even fewer who can teach people to practice martial arts like the owner of the small courtyard.
Iron Arm Fist, the name sounds very ordinary, but in fact it is quite ordinary. It is not considered an advanced martial art at all.
But these are the only two places in the north of the city that teach martial arts for money.
As for the other one, he was taught Soft Line Palm, which was not suitable for him.
The registration fee for learning martial arts is twenty taels of silver, which is 20,000 copper coins. It can be said to be very expensive. Ordinary families in Black Mountain City cannot save so much in one or two years.
After all, not everyone can identify herbs like him and has the courage to go to Daheishan.
Leaving the Iron Arm Fist courtyard, we walked for a while and came to a dilapidated path. This place was close to the northern edge of the city and was considered a slum.
There are low mud houses on both sides of the road. The courtyard walls are simple fences inserted into the ground. You can see the inside of the courtyard without looking up.
We walked to an earthen courtyard at the end of the path, opened the wooden door and walked in. While growing leeks, we raised captured pigeons.
You don't have to worry about someone stealing it. The door is not locked anyway, so you can just open the door and come in to get it.
He walked to the door of the house, took out the key and opened the door. He pushed the door open and walked in. A musty smell hit his nose, and the damp smell made him feel like there was a layer of glue on his body.
Coming to the bed, he pulled out a wooden box under the bed and opened it. There were many sundries inside, and about one hundred copper coins in the corner.
This is used to confuse possible thieves.
Put down the medicine basket, take off the sickle, use the blade to pry open a gap on the edge of the box, take out the copper coins in your arms, and stuff them inside one by one. After stuffing about a hundred coins, it is full.
The gap in this box can hold about two thousand Wen, which is two taels of silver.
It is also used to confuse thieves.
I stood up and looked around, sealed the only window, closed the door and lit only half of the candles left in the room.
He got under the bed and stuck the sickle blade about two inches into the soil.
Prying hard, he lifted up a stone slab. Under the stone slab was a pit one foot long and wide, with a few pieces of silver scattered around, and a lot of copper coins piled up, at least four to five thousand coins.
(End of this chapter)