This Martial Saint is too generous.

Chapter 9 Magpies cry in the morning, the God of Wealth is here
"Before you make an offer, you should demonstrate it first!"

Qin Jinyang was still looking forward to it.

Darts?

Boomerang?
Return the Pear Blossom Needle in the rainstorm!
"You are very strange, since you already know that I am proficient in hidden weapons, why bother!"

The curator was puzzled.

Qin Jinyang kept a flat face, remained silent, a little mysterious.

"Okay... then I will show you!"

The curator bent down and grabbed a handful of soil.

Swish!
As soon as he turned around, the soil was sprinkled on several wooden stakes beside him.

The curator nodded with a satisfied expression.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Qin Jinyang was waiting, waiting for tools such as darts and knives to appear.

The host is also waiting.

He waited for Qin Jinyang to admire in astonishment.

"Just...that's it?"

Soon, Qin Jinyang came back to his senses.

My mother, throwing out a handful of soil is what you call a hidden weapon?

"Do you understand?"

The owner of the hall also noticed at this time that the little brother in front of him only knew that he had a hidden weapon, but he didn't know anything about the hidden weapon.

He doesn't even know anything about martial arts.

His own performance is like playing the piano to a cow.

"Let me ask you, what is the most important thing about hidden weapons?"

asked the curator.

"Can you kill the enemy?" Qin Jinyang replied.

"Yes, but also wrong, very general!"

"Concealed weapons must first be concealed and caught by surprise."

"Secondly, the concealed weapon should be easy to carry, let alone be undetectable. It's best to have it at hand."

"Finally, it is the lethal effect! And the lethality is an item that can be sacrificed. You have been forced to use hidden weapons. It is nothing more than desperate to escape, or to force the opponent to reveal a flaw. A handful of dirt is enough. Killing still depends on Sword."

The curator walked up to the stake.

"There are six wooden stakes here. I threw out the soil, and the holes in the wooden stakes are all in the eyes. They are accurate, and they are strong enough. Can you do it?"

"My family has a hidden weapon method that can control any dust, except for loess, there are also various poisonous powders."

"It can be seen everywhere, it is the most unexpected, and it is a hidden weapon when it is easy to find."

The host grabbed another handful of yellow sand and asked Qin Jinyang to throw it himself.

Qin Jinyang came closer to observe.

really.

That handful of soil looks loose and ordinary, but if you look carefully, the eye positions of the six wooden stakes have indeed been carefully taken care of, and they are accurate, and the wooden stakes have been punched out. If you hit the fragile eyes, you can imagine the fate .

Qin Jinyang sprinkled it out by himself, but the soil only spread evenly. After a gust of wind, the loess covered the wooden pile, but it had no effect at all.

"Warrior's body has been tempered a lot, but anyone who is brave and fierce, who is not in the wind and rain, do you think ordinary people can be useful for throwing dirt at the warrior? Ordinary people can think of plotting, and the warrior will not be on guard?"

The curator asked again.

"I've learned this method... You say the price!"

Qin Jinyang made up his mind without thinking too much.

The loess lime is indeed a good means of indiscriminate use. Manipulating these things will greatly increase the survival factor.

"Seeing that your bones are so strange, you are a martial arts prodigy, so I will charge you 300 taels of silver, you are innocent!"

The curator said seriously.

"No, I will give you 3000 taels!"

Qin Jinyang bargained seriously.

"You...are you kidding me!"

The curator's heart was surging.

The magpies kept calling on the roof in the morning. Could it be that the God of Wealth came.

"You were the one who joked first... I pay 3 taels, so I can barely learn."

Qin Jinyang sneered.

"Brother, it's okay to bargain, but there must be a limit. You're not bargaining, you're here to make a vendetta."

The curator couldn't hide the look in his eyes that wanted to kill someone alone.

"10 taels of silver, whether you like it or not."

Qin Jinyang said.

"That's all! 10 taels of silver, I will teach you one day personally!"

"Ugly words are up front, hidden weapons are obscure and difficult to understand. If your roots are not at the iron tree level, you have to get started in at least 10 days! This time, you have to prepare at least 100 taels, otherwise you will be in vain. Don't blame me for not reminding you !"

The owner frowned and said the final price.

"Buy your time for a day first, I think it's enough."

Qin Jinyang nodded.

"Heh...Young people are so arrogant! Leave the money and come to me tomorrow morning!"

The owner laughed.

According to the records of the family tree, the great-grandfather with a silver root also took six days.

your day?
Don't cry when the time comes.

"Let's stay up all night, twelve hours, start counting now!"

Qin Jinyang took out 10 taels of silver.

Staying in the martial arts hall can also save money for an inn.

This time off, he can stay overnight.

……

"Dust Yang Gong"

Run the true energy, and the dust will be manipulated as you like.

For beginners, throwing a handful of dust will be more precise and powerful, and will not be blown away by the wind.

The level of the curator belongs to Dacheng, there are gatherings in the scattered, and the scattered dust looks ordinary, but it hides murderous intentions.

The dust that hit the eyes of the stake just now is a hard lump of condensed true energy. Mixed in the dust, its hardness has surpassed that of ordinary stones, but it is easy to let people relax their vigilance.

That is already the highest level of a curator.

According to the curator, after Dacheng, the true energy can condense the dust into any shape, daggers and darts, and even assassinate the enemy ten miles away, sharper than bows and arrows.

At that time, it is where the fingers touch, and the dust particles are hidden weapons.

With the curator's level, it can only be condensed into small pieces, mixed in the dust to surprise, aimed at the eyes.

Of the whole family of the host, only his great-grandfather has cultivated to great success. In those years, his great-grandfather was a famous killer who haunted the world.

But even so, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the owner still has several properties.

Qin Jinyang noticed that this exercise had a fatal flaw.

Consumption is too horrible.

Correct!
The consumption of true energy is terrifying. If there is no deep foundation of true energy to support it, if a handful of soil is thrown out, the true energy will be exhausted.

Qin Jinyang didn't bother to expose it. He was specialized in Da Jiang Gong, which belonged to the treatment of toothache.

……

[Hint: Do you want to consume 5 points of potential to practice "Dust Yang Gong" to the entry level? 】

……

"How? Can you understand?"

The owner of the museum gave me careful guidance and was exhausted.

He didn't hide any secrets. In today's world, if there is someone who can become a teacher, that is a living advertisement, and he can't wait for it.

Moreover, my own martial arts has a big flaw, and the requirements for true energy are extremely high. Most people don't waste energy, so they just fool around with laymen.

"It's really difficult, but I believe that as long as you work hard enough and work hard enough, you will definitely be able to master it."

"Where there is a will, there is a way. I believe in myself."

Qin Jinyang glanced at the panel.

There are currently 5 potentials remaining.

add a bit!

……

Name: Qin Jinyang
Status: Handyman of Helan Villa

Root bone: Rotten wood level [Next stage: Iron tree level (19/20)]

Martial Arts: "Great Jiang Gong (Small Success)", "Dust Yang Gong (Introduction)"

Potential: 0 points

……

hum.

Qin Jinyang's arm suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Suddenly, countless pictures appeared in his mind, it seemed that there was a black shadow, spreading the soil without rest, and performing the Dust Yang Gong formula over and over again.

It is so.

It turns out that purely using one's potential to add a little kung fu is completely different from one-on-one practice.

It's not something you get for nothing at all, and you actually have to experience the pain and length of practice in a split second.

At the same time, countless sentiments in martial arts, as well as summaries of failures, also appeared in the depths of thinking, unforgettable.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Qin Jinyang sitting directly on the ground with a painful expression, the owner of the pavilion also became nervous.

"I'm fine... I'll take my leave first."

Qin Jinyang was very sleepy and exhausted, and now he just wanted to find an inn to sleep in.

"It's only been two hours, there are still ten hours left, you..."

The owner of the museum tried to persuade Qin Yuanyang, you should try to practice at least, is this pretending to be sick?

"No need!"

Qin Jinyang shook his head.

I have already learned, just leave quietly.

……

[Hint: Are you willing to show off the dust and let the poor frog at the bottom of the well see what a genius is? 】

(End of this chapter)