There is really no secret to these two levels of gray and white martial arts. Although some martial arts can be sold for three to five taels of silver when purchased individually, most of them are not worth the price. Jiao San had some calculations in his mind. , this Qingxuan Xiaodao master did not specify what martial arts is needed, even if the 50 cheat books prepared are all gray-level martial arts, the task can be regarded as completed. Of course, buying and selling can't be completely done like this, no matter what, you have to prepare two or three books of white-level martial arts.
It's just that this job is too much tossing, 50 cheat books, just copying can make people vomit blood.
"It's okay, how about three months? Is three months enough?"
Jiao San's small abacus was pounding, and finally he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "No problem, it's done. But, this paper..."
"Use whatever cheap stuff you want, as long as you can see it clearly!"
"Come on, Master Xiaodao, today after three months, the little old man delivered the goods on time and received the payment—"
Jiao San, who took over the new job, stopped setting up the stall and rushed home excitedly. Judging by the speed at which his calf slid, his qinggong didn't seem to be weak.
After seeing off Lao Jiao, my day and night tossing seems to have finally come to an end. Qingxuan eagerly wanted to go back to his little den, stealing half a day of leisure from Fusheng.
But eagerness is eagerness, this demeanor is still necessary.
After calming down his excitement, the little Taoist priest Qingxuan walked back to the palace leisurely with square steps, humming a mountain village tune.
Seeing from a distance Qingxuan who was swaying along the way, and the third brother Qingsong who was busy with the mundane affairs in the front hall, he shook his head helplessly, sighing to himself that this naughty little brother didn't know what he was taking advantage of up.
Qingxuan's nest is a small courtyard with a unique family. It was originally owned by Taoist Qingyan, the second senior brother. Now that Qingyan is wandering outside, Qingxuan shamelessly took over.
The small courtyard is very quiet, it is the area closest to the back mountains and wild forests, usually few people come here, it is very suitable for young Taoist Ye Qingxuan who likes to be quiet and quiet, but unfortunately there is no computer.
There are a few fruit trees in the courtyard, which were transplanted by the second senior brother, Taoist Qingyan, who is quite immortal.
In the morning, it is the time of refreshing.
When Qingxuan's light footsteps were about to enter the hospital, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, and then hid behind the door in a panic, peeking into the courtyard surreptitiously.
Since he was promoted to a martial artist, his body has internal strength and his ears have become more sensitive. It was precisely because of the strange noise that I overheard just now that I was so vigilant.
It seems that after practicing internal strength, there are indeed many benefits.
Probing his head, he carefully peeked into the courtyard, and the little Taoist priest Qingxuan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
On the stone tables and chairs in the small courtyard, there was a pair of children who looked like jade carved in powder, but at this moment, Qingxuan didn't have the slightest pity for these children, but was extremely afraid and helpless.
Of course, these two are the two little devils, Lu Yunxuan and Lu Yunming, known as the "Shuangyun Qingyun".
I saw these two little ancestors, each with a big chicken leg, Yun Ming was concentrating on handling the chicken leg in his hand, while Yun Xuan looked around boredly.
"Why hasn't little uncle come back yet?" Yun Xuan said anxiously, "Don't dare to let my aunt wait for him, hehe, he will look good when I come back..."
"Wow, are you hungry? (What's so interesting?)"
"Eh? I don't know either, but isn't that what my mother always said when I was waiting for my father for a long time?"
"Plop, plop... (Don't understand, don't understand...)"
"Eat your chicken legs..."
Outside the door, Qingxuan was sweating coldly one after another.
My dream of being a martial arts hero has just begun to come true, and now I don't have time to play with these two brats.
As soon as he lowered his head, he turned around and went out the side door, and ran back to the front yard.
Grandma, I have a pity that I have a home and can’t return because of my dream... And, and... And that fucking chicken leg smells so fucking good...
The little Taoist Qingxuan burst into tears.
Ye Qingxuan, who had nowhere to go, was extremely bored, wandering around in the temple.
As soon as he walked to the porch of the front hall, he saw a few inner disciples rushing past him and ran to the outside. The latch of the door... a rogue posture of copying guys and fighting wildly.
Hey, let me go... what's the situation
Coincidentally, another disciple passed by, and Ye Qingxuan dragged him over, and asked excitedly, "What's going on? Where did you fight?"
The disciple who was grabbed had never seen such a villain behind the doorpost at all before, and was grabbed by his sleeve, he couldn't help but said anxiously: "There is a naughty wild boy outside, he came to the door, don't you copy the guy?" Hurry up and get out, what are you holding me for? You hurry up and let go, you... Huh? Little-little uncle?"
It wasn't until this time that the disciple who was being held back realized that it was his little uncle Ye Qingxuan who was holding on to him.
At this time, Ye Qingxuan also recognized that the person who was pulled by him was the apprentice of the fifth senior brother. What is the origin of the Taoist name? It doesn't matter, anyway, the fifth senior brother's disciples are all orphans, so the useless fifth senior brother just gave them Dao names according to happiness, wealth, blessing, salary, and longevity.
"Isn't it just me? Hurry up, what's the situation?"
Hearing someone messing up the scene, the little uncle immediately became excited like a chicken blood, and his two eyeballs gleamed.
"I, this—" Yun Lu groaned and groaned for a long time, but made Ye Qingxuan extremely anxious.
"Talking while walking—" Qingxuan got impatient, grabbed Yunlu's front collar, and walked outside the front hall.
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Zheng Biao is very proud today. He has worked hard to learn art for two years and finally returned home.
Although he is only twelve years old, he can already be regarded as a rare boxing master in Qingyang Town. What's more, a year ago, I succeeded in being promoted to a warrior, and today, my realm has reached the point of "the second level of the quenching state". Even in the entire Yunxia County, he can be regarded as a young talent.
With a young mind, he naturally wants to show off after learning martial arts, and this time his opponent has already been determined by default.
Zheng Biao's proud little heart twitched when he thought of the guy who was many years younger than him, but was unusually tall and burly, who beat him until his nose was blue and his face was swollen.
Seeing his palms that had become thick after hard training, he felt secretly proud, and a wave of self-confidence that he had never had before filled his chest.
Damn it, this time you have something to look at.
Zheng Biao stood at the gate of Qingyun Temple and slammed his fist hard.
Zheng Biao, a well-known rascal in Qingyang Town, his father, Zheng Youcai, is one of the local tyrants even in Yunxia County, with three to five hundred desperadoes under his command, who owns an escort agency, four casinos, Two brothels, six or seven pawnshops and several shops... quite attractive in the local area.
Zheng Daguan has three sons and one daughter in his family, the eldest is Zheng Long, the second is Zheng Hu, the third is Zheng Biao, and the youngest is Zheng Yanyan. This Zheng Biao is his third son, relying on his family's local tyrants, he usually idles around and is wicked, but also has an active temper and loves fists and kicks.
However, his Zheng family is not the only one in Qingyang Town, there is also a former bandit leader "Ma Dashanren", that is, Ma Yunyong's father. Although Ma Dashan had washed his hands in a golden basin, he did a lot of business without money back then, but his Zheng family happened to have a bodyguard agency, so the two of them had a lot of confrontation when they were young.
Mr. Zheng met Mr. Ma Dashan. Although the two were old, the anger in their temper had not disappeared. The two had a grudge for more than 20 years. The two are in the prime of life in their forties, and they both have three sons. Hey, it just so happens, just like when you meet opponents at chess, you meet good talents, old against old, young against young... catch and fight against each other.
This Zheng Sanbiao has been at odds with the third child of the Ma family, who is now Ma Yunyong, since he was a child. On the street, he often meets two boys deliberately finding fault, and they beat each other in the dark at every turn.
Ma Yunyong was born tall and burly, and Zheng Sanbiao was a bit older than he was, and he was also a born stubborn, obviously his physique was not dominant, so he wanted to go one-on-one with him. So every time he was beaten up by Ma Yunyong, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
Finally, he was beaten so badly once that the three biaozis lay in bed for more than two months. At this moment, Mr. Zheng, who had always hoped that his son would win, couldn't sit still. Just kidding, for a six-year-old child to be beaten up like this by a child in his teens, it is a shame for Zheng Daguan.
Hurry up, pack your bags, find the largest martial arts gym in Yunxia County, and learn from a teacher. It just so happened that the child's grandfather's family is also in Yunxia County, and it is still a family. It can not only take care of Zheng Biao, but also give more pointers on martial arts.