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A young man in his twenties stood quietly in the room.
There was a white paper oil lamp hanging on the wall.
The dim candlelight flickered, shining on the other person's fair face, flickering unsteadily.
After a while, a man with a ghost mask quietly walked into the room and said with joy: "Master Zuo, I've been waiting for a long time. This is what you want."
As he spoke, he unfolded a scroll.
The young man stared at the scroll, his expression changed: "What a skilled painter!"
"This is the secret book of Red Falcon's body-building technique." The ghost-faced man introduced enthusiastically.
"My secret book is different from those of other families. Theirs are all crudely made inferior products."
"Look at the painting skills, look at the detailed records. With such a secret book, why worry about not being able to practice the shape training technique?"
Young Master Zuo listened to this person's introduction while looking at the scroll. The more he looked, the weirder his expression became.
"Only one thousand taels. If you only give me one thousand taels, this form-training technique that could have been passed down from generation to generation will be yours."
"Think about it, with this book of physical training, wouldn't your Zuo family be able to pass down martial arts? The world is becoming more and more chaotic, and only the big fists can speak, don't you think?"
"You're right." Young Master Zuo withdrew his gaze with emotion.
“Then the payment for the goods…” the ghost-faced man was overjoyed.
Practicing form skills is not an ordinary martial art. If something goes wrong, it can cripple a person.
This secret book, which is so detailed that even the changes in muscle lines are marked, is priceless!
Fortunately, the idiot who sold the secret book didn't understand the market, and fortunately, the Red Falcon's Shape Training Technique was sold everywhere, so I could get rid of that guy with just a few words.
I buy for eighty taels and sell for one thousand taels. This business is very profitable!
Master Zuo sighed: "What a pity..."
The ghost-faced man's heart skipped a beat.
“It’s a good thing, but…” Young Master Zuo shook his head.
"How..." The ghost-faced man was full of nervousness. Why did he feel that this scene was familiar?
Young Master Zuo sighed and took out a scroll from the cloth bag on the wall.
The sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and a bad premonition came over the Ghost-Faced Man.
Young Master Zuo silently unfolded the scroll.
A row of lifelike little figures came into view, and next to them was a row of elegant large characters - True Red Falcon Shape Training Technique.
Ghost-faced man: “…”
Hey!
Is this the treatment one deserves for practicing the form technique?
Are they all doing wholesale?!
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 25 Third Level
The silvery moonlight shines on the earth.
A bright black carriage moved slowly in the night.
Chen Mu leaned back in the carriage, holding a small cloth bag.
From time to time, he took out the silver from inside to check its authenticity, with a happy look on his face, as if he had never seen the world.
Diagonally opposite him, Jie Jia was still sitting there with his eyes squinted and an expressionless face.
But the eyeballs under his eyelids kept moving, always glancing at the cloth bag in Chen Mu's hand without leaving a trace.
"Don't peek." Chen Mu glared at the old man with disgust: "You are such a great killer, how can you be so useless? Calm down!"
Jie Jia was not moved at all and said calmly: "Twenty percent."
Chen Mu suddenly felt a breath stuck in his chest.
In total they sold seven copies of the Shape Training Technique.
The total amount of silver was 730 taels.
Two taels is one hundred and forty-six taels.
Just a quick calculation like this made Chen Mu's heart ache.
"Here, here, here..." Chen Mu counted out the silver and threw it to Jie Jia in a bad mood.
He had to give it to him. If it weren't for this old man, he wouldn't have the channels to sell so many copies of the Shape Training Technique.
He put away his purse and picked up a book.
This was a medical book he had just bought from the black market, and he was going to use it to improve his proficiency in pharmacy.
He attaches great importance to this technology that he accidentally discovered.
This old man Jie Jia is becoming more and more skilled in adulterating drugs.
If he doesn't quickly improve his proficiency in pharmacy, he will probably be killed by this old man.
……
Five days later, in Ping'anfang, the west side of Chen's house.
For safety reasons, he had rented three houses in a row, including his own yard.
At this moment, he was digging a hole in the room of the second house.
The place where the bed was originally placed was cleaned up.
There was a round hole with a diameter of one meter on the ground.
The round hole is about four meters deep and connects to an underground space that is five meters long and wide.
Some sulfur lime was spread on the ground to repel insects and prevent moisture.
Prices in Qingshan County are skyrocketing, so he plans to stock up on some medicinal herbs and food.
These days he has been busy digging a cellar to store these supplies.
In the following days, he went out many times and changed several shops.
By buying small amounts frequently, they gradually accumulated a large amount of daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, etc.
He also specially asked Zheng Tu to collect a batch of air-dried bacon that was easy to preserve.
Once Jiejia delivers the medicinal materials he ordered, the stockpiling of supplies will be completed.
He has been staying at home since then.
Practicing the Locust Stone and Red Falcon Shape Training Techniques all day long.
In between, I studied the newly bought medical books to brush up my proficiency in pharmacy.
Life is dull but not boring.
Seeing his proficiency increasing little by little, Chen Mu is full of energy every day.
He doesn't stay at home completely.
Every five days, he would go out, to see some living people. Practicing martial arts was one thing, but he couldn't make himself autistic.
Another thing is to collect information and intelligence.
……
Bafang Building in Anlefang, East Market.
This is the largest teahouse in East City, Qingshan County.
It gathers a large number of storytellers.
Bringing all kinds of news from all directions outside Qingshan County.
As usual, Chen Mu found a corner, spent ten copper coins to buy a pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds, and then sat there listening to the storyteller and the people in the lobby chatting and gossiping.
"Have you heard? The Shaojia Village thirty miles north of the city is gone." A short and fat guest not far from Chen Mu whispered to his companion.
"What's going on?" another person at the same table asked curiously.
"The government said that it was robbed by bandits. I just came back from there a few days ago, and there were corpses everywhere. It was so tragic." The short and fat guest shuddered as he spoke.
"Massacre the whole village? Where did these bandits come from? Why are they so rampant?!"
"They say they are the defeated troops who rebelled in the north. This group of people has no restraint and is more vicious than ordinary bandits." The short and fat guest said bitterly, "They are just living a peaceful life, why are they rebelling? They should all be arrested and beheaded!"
"It seems that we can no longer use the trade routes in the north..."
Several people discussed their declining business with concern.
Chen Mu was cracking melon seeds without any interest, but he was thinking about the defeated army.
This was not the first time he had heard of a defeated army rioting.
He clearly felt that the scope of the bandits' rebellion was getting larger and larger, and was getting closer and closer to Qingshan County.
"Will there be any bandits bold enough to attack Qingshan County?" Chen Mu was shocked by the sudden thought in his mind.
"Not really, not really..." Chen Mu quickly shook the thought off.
But... Qingshan County is really about to be conquered.
Where should I go from here?
Even if he had achieved the Yi Jin realm, he could easily knock down more than ten people.
But what if you are surrounded by hundreds or thousands of people?
Chen Mu had no interest in listening to the storyteller and concentrated on eavesdropping on the conversations in the hall.
Five out of ten people are talking about the chaos in the outside world.
Chen Mu couldn't help feeling heavy.