This warrior is so fierce

Chapter 2 Dark Tide
Wang's Martial Arts.

Martial arts are a special force in the world.

In the outer city of Pingcheng, the Wuguan is a good place for many ordinary people to yearn to work.

It's not because of how good the treatment is, but because of the status of doing things in the martial arts hall, it will save a lot of trouble and give myself an extra layer of protection.

This is Cao Su's third day working in the Wang Style Martial Arts Gym.

He was a "non-staff" training note-taker.

Although it is a "non-staff" job, it is also very difficult to obtain. The first thing you can do is "literate and write", and it has killed more than 90.00% of the ordinary people in the outer city.

Cao Su inherited the original memory, coupled with his hard work during this period of time, he has basically mastered this rare skill.

He was young and had a simple identity, so he stood out in the recruitment of the martial arts school all at once.

The main job is to record the martial arts assessment, daily expenses, etc. of the martial arts disciples.

In the courtyard, the brawny men learning martial arts cheered everywhere.

They are all based on boxing exercises, supplemented by tools such as stone locks.

Under the shade of the tree, a square table was set up, and Wei Kai, the martial arts deacon with a cold face, was sitting there.

In front of them are the outer disciples who are waiting for the assessment, and next to them is the young Cao Su who is in charge of recording.

Wei Kai is a middle-aged man with a goatee, who is said to be the sworn brother of the martial arts master "Iron King Fist".

Over the years, he has been in charge of the internal and external affairs of the martial arts hall, and the management and development of the martial arts hall.

Cao Su carefully observed the disciple in front of him who came for the assessment.

This disciple was seventeen or eighteen years old, and his upper body was bare, revealing his tendons.

It was early winter, and my physical fitness was mediocre.

"Disciple Hu Ze, pay homage to Master Wei!"

The elders in the martial arts hall are all called "teachers", and Wei Kai is a figure of the generation of the head of the martial arts hall.

Wei Kai nodded, but did not speak.

Hu Ze took two steps back.

Hold your fists together to lift your breath, and squat in a half-squat.

He stretched out his arms and raised his iron fist like a tiger.

"what!"

Exhaled like a breath, and then according to the number, he finished a set of iron fist, which is the most widely circulated in the martial arts hall.

After a set of punches, he was steaming all over.

"Oh?"

"Yes, the strength is promising."

Wei Kai's eyes lit up, and after reading it, he squeezed out a smile.

Hu Ze was also very satisfied with his own performance, and said modestly: "Master Wei is too famous, and this disciple still has a long way to go before reaching the power realm."

"Go back."

Wei Kai nodded without saying much.

Then he said to Cao Su: "Hu Ze is a small success in Iron Fist, and he can receive two bottles of Qi and Blood Pills this month."

Cao Su immediately picked up the pen and wrote it down in the notebook.

【Hu Ze

Iron Fist
Two bottles of Qi Xue Dan]

"It turned out to be so small, Junior Brother Hu Ze is really amazingly talented!"

"Two bottles of Qi and Blood Pill, Master Wei is going to focus on cultivating Junior Brother Hu Ze!"

Seeing Hu Ze's outstanding performance, many disciples couldn't help but have different thoughts and discussed in a low voice.

Cao Su discovered that the disciples in the martial arts hall were obviously divided into several circles.

Talented disciples like Hu Ze will be mixed with a few wealthy children who seem to have a good family background; while ordinary disciples will be in another circle.

While watching, he called up his "panel" and took a look.

It's still an empty two-line introduction.

I was happy to patronize yesterday. Doesn’t this thing even have an instruction manual?

He studied it carefully, but found nothing.

This is an ordinary virtual panel.

Nothing but his identity information was recorded.

Can I move a little bit?
Cao Su stared at the panel so hard that he looked dumbfounded.

"Cao Su?"

"Cao Su!"

A screeching sound rang out.

Cao Su was startled suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Wei Kai's stern gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Record carefully, don't be distracted."

Wei Kai's tone was displeased.

"Yes."

Cao Su hurriedly clasped his fists in response.

"Although you are not a disciple of the martial arts school, my Wang's martial arts school has always distinguished rewards and punishments, and works seriously. It will be a trivial matter to pass on your iron fist in the future."

Wei Kai said a few words, then stopped talking.

A look of joy appeared on Cao Su's face.

Wang's Martial Arts is famous for its iron fist.

The method of iron fist is simple, but the method of exerting force and energy is not easy to spread to the outside world.

Cao Su could barely remember the tricks of Iron Fist, but he couldn't understand the essence.

Not to mention becoming an outer disciple of the martial arts school, at least one must become a named disciple in order to have the opportunity to be taught by a boxer.

And to become a registered disciple, if you are an outsider, you must pay ten taels of silver to apprentice.

Non-staff personnel of the martial arts hall itself like Cao Su can reduce the cost as appropriate.

Even meeting certain conditions, you can directly learn from a teacher.

It can also be regarded as a rare benefit for non-staff personnel in martial arts halls.

In the evening, the martial arts hall was closed.

Cao Su quickly walked through the alley in that washed white sackcloth.

When passing through Zhulin Lane, a few more officials patrolled here.

The cries seemed to be quieter, but when they came through the quaint and quiet street, they seemed even more desolate.

The living mourn the dead, and the dead watch the living.

He looked around warily.

I always feel that some villains want to harm him.

This feeling of sharpness didn't completely disappear until I returned home.

Close the door.

He let out a long breath.

"Asu, are you back?"

Cao Xing sat on the bed and looked at him.

"Ah."

Still the same conversation as yesterday.

Soon.

The fire at the stove was "crackling", and the room became warmer.

Cao Xing was lying on the bed, just staring at Cao Su without saying a word.

The two have their own concerns.

When the parents come back, it is just enough for a family of three to eat.

Very simple dry rice with coarse grains, no meat and no vegetables, half hungry and half full.

After tidying up, the four of them sat at the table in a daze.

Cao's mother talked about some trivial things she saw and heard today.

Cao Su listened carefully, and from some small things, he could get a glimpse of the origin of society.

While chatting, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Ok?
It's the middle of the night.
Cao Su felt a little terrified.

Scalp tingling.

Cao's mother took him away and found a place to hide together.

Cao Xing struggled and lay down on the bed again.

Father Cao waited for a few people to hide, and just walked to the door, and called out vigilantly.

"Who?"

"It's me, Wang Lin!"

"Brother Wang!"

It turned out to be an acquaintance next door. They were relieved, and Father Cao opened the door.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Cao Su glanced at it from a distance.

The old uncle Wang next door is tall and strong, with a full beard, his face is unclear, and a white turban is wrapped around his head.

He first chatted a few words about family matters, then his voice lowered, and he dragged Cao's father to mutter a few words.

Not long after, Wang Lin bid farewell and left.

The door closed again.

Only then did Cao's mother come out, and saw Cao's father's face was uncertain.

"what happened?"

"Not a good thing."

Father Cao shook his head and checked the door and windows again.

A few people sat together and reported to the group to keep warm under the faint firelight.

"This Wang Lin seems to be doing well."

Cao Su thought in his heart that there are probably such burly people these days because they have practiced martial arts.

"Dad, what happened."

Cao Xing asked with some concern.

Father Cao sighed and shook his head.

Half worried and half hopeful, with some doubts in his eyes.

"It is said that there is a teaching, as long as you join in, you can have food."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Mother Cao's eyes lit up when she heard that there was food to eat.

In this world, being able to have enough food is the biggest thing.

"What teaching?"

Cao Su was taken aback suddenly, instinctively feeling something was wrong.

There will be no pies in the sky, and a happy life depends on your own hard work.

The "good thing" of being able to get in and get the benefits, he sounds like a foreign version of a pyramid scheme.

For a while, many historical allusions such as "Ning You Kind", "Great Teacher", "White Lotus Comes to the World" and many other historical allusions quickly appeared in his mind, and he smelled a dangerous signal.

Father Cao thought hard for a few breaths, and said in a bad mood:

"Teach me what, children, don't mess around!"

???

Three question marks appeared above Cao Su's head.

He seriously suspected that Father had forgotten his name, how long has it been?
All in all, the whole family was very happy, as if they had heard some good news.

Cao's father's only concern is to join this kind of "gang organization", which seems to be too risky.

For an ordinary, dutiful townsman, caution is engraved in his bones.

"Couldn't this be some kind of rebel organization?"

Cao Su couldn't help reminding that, looking at the history he was familiar with, the early uprisings generally ended in failure, and the road to success was very tortuous. The four of them have already had a miserable life, so there is no need to waste time, right?
The air suddenly quieted down.

Cao Su usually doesn't speak, but when he speaks today, the family members feel a little broken.

"This child!"

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Wash up, go to bed early!"

The three of them attacked Cao Su with one voice.

"Rebellion requires decapitation, do you know that decapitation?"

Father Cao patted the table, with a straight face, barely showing the majesty of the head of the family.

"Brother Wang will not harm us. He has always treated us well and is a good neighbor."

Cao's mother also proved Cao Su's "nonsense" from the side.

Ok?
What do you mean?
Can the words of the old Wang next door be taken seriously?
Cao Su felt that in the current situation, it was difficult to communicate with them. They seemed to be fascinated by the pyramid scheme, and they could not care about anything when they heard that they could "have food".

Don't blame Cao's father and Cao's mother. After all, the world is too difficult, and the family of four can't eat enough all the year round.

In the past few days, there have been floods in the outer city, human life and famine, and food may run out at some point.

"Cao Su is right. Although Uncle Wang is a good person, he may have been deceived by others."

Cao Xing can be regarded as a reluctantly neutral faction, and now he stood up to support Cao Su a little bit.

Hearing the eldest son say the same, Cao's father and Cao's mother hesitated for a moment.

"I'll investigate more carefully tomorrow, and I didn't directly agree to Wang Lin just now, but if such a good thing really happens, I will definitely try it."

Father Cao shook his head, hoping it was a good thing.

A few people chatted some gossips, and then they blew out the lamp and fell asleep with their clothes on.

Cao Su fell asleep in a daze.

While turning over, he seemed to hear someone stepping across the roof.

It's no surprise, after all, this is not just a difficult world.

It is also a society where the fist is king and force is paramount.

(End of this chapter)