I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 3 Martial Arts
Because Nantang Town is close to Puhai, the southern economic center, the logistics is very lively, and the salesmen who drive pickup trucks are more willing to come to such a luscious place to sell novelty, practical, or luxury items.

The shopkeepers yelling on their horns at regular intervals every day has become a particularly lively scene in the town.

And every time the horn sounds.

The happiest thing is the innocent and lively children, they clustered around the peddlers' pickup trucks in groups, and look at what fun and interesting these peddlers walking around the streets brought today.

Confront these feral children.

The shopkeeper can only wave his hand away, swearing, don't touch if you don't buy it, and compensate according to the price if you touch it.The brats deliberately got close, and then suddenly let go with laughter, making the salesman's blood pressure a little higher.

The poor-quality shopkeepers have already started to attack personally, one by one hillbilly.

A little further away, the two sitting on the street were watching this lively scene.

One person sits behind a small table, and a red cloth is pressed in front of the table, on which fortune-telling and divination are written, turning bad luck into good luck, and predicting life.There is a flag standing behind him, and on both sides of the yin and yang gossip are written the words Tiekou Shensuan.The lean and capable middle-aged man wore a robe with pudding, just like a fortune teller in the countryside.

Judging from the video tape placed behind him, this fortune teller Zhang Tiekou has a side job.

And the young man sitting on the stone pier beside him had delicate features, a pale and rosy face, and a sense of determination in his energetic eyes.There was a towel hanging around his neck, and beads of sweat were still hanging on his temples, obviously he had just exercised.

This boy is Wu Miao who came out to exercise and bask in the sun.

"I drank two extra sips of the self-propelled water in the city, and what I said tasted like a city." Zhang Tiekou couldn't help but ridicule these peddlers who didn't even have the qualifications to settle in Puhai.

"Fortunate, that's called tap water."

"Go, go, you know a lot after studying for two days, don't you? I still took your name. You have a strong heart, a great mind, and an extraordinary mind. I've always been accurate in my calculations. "

Wu Mourn wiped his sweat and grinned as he looked at Shensuan who had been stabbed to the sore spot.

Looking up at the morning light in the sky, he calculated the approximate time and physical condition of his 1000-meter run today. In the past two days, his body has recovered quite well. He ran in the sun and went to the gymnasium in the town center to play table tennis. , even the appetite has increased a bit.

Running to exercise physical fitness, playing table tennis to train the whole body coordination.

The body is the capital of revolution.

Wu Mourning is a bit addicted to saving money, a young and healthy body is good, now he still has a faint chill in his body, and his physical fitness in all aspects has surpassed that of himself before he hit the evil.

It is this coldness that cannot be removed, which makes people feel headaches.

Sunbathing, soaking in a hot bath, warming up to the fire, and drinking hot soup, he has tried all of these, and they are indeed effective, but there is nothing he can do to get rid of the last bit of coldness.

"Xin Zhuo, I heard that you got into trouble a few days ago?"

Shen Suan, who was stroking the goatee, squinted and spoke suddenly.

"Well, I suddenly developed a fever after blowing the wind." Wu Mourn was absent-minded, if the last bit of chill didn't subside, he might go to the Earth Temple to worship in two days.

"It's strange to say that there have been more people running into evil recently, and several nearby villages take turns asking God to tell me to go and have a look."

"Oh? God, did you see anything?"

Wu Mourn's attention was drawn back.

Shen Suan pursed his lips.

"Vomiting and diarrhea, developing cholera, talking nonsense and having a high fever, falling into the water and feeling weak and cold, I am half a doctor, and I cured them with the herbs. I was not there a few days ago, otherwise I would not have to go to old man Lin, just go straight I will give you medicine until you are cured."

"Fortunately, you don't have a medicine hall. If you cure someone else, be careful not to have your head broken by a shoulder pole."

Zhuxia's medicine hall is almost equivalent to the qualification to practice medicine.

If there is no such thing, if there is a doctor-patient dispute, the government will not care.

"Bah, it's just a minor ailment. With the prescriptions of our ancestors, it won't cure it." Although Shensuan was still stubborn, his tone could not help but feel guilty. The flattery and praise he received in the countryside these days made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Fortunately, do you think that bumping into evil is bumping into ghosts?"

"Shensuan has been eating rice for nearly 50 years, and most of the villages and towns in Yunzhou have been gone. I have presided over all the weddings and funerals. If you want to say hell, I have never seen it..." Shensuan then changed his tone. "...But if you ask me, do you believe in aliens or ghosts in this world, then by chance, I will still believe in ghosts."

"Why?" Wu Mourn was puzzled.

"Because of suspicion, dark ghosts are born."

Habitually speaking words of unclear meaning, stroking his beard proudly with an unfathomable look, it can be seen that he has committed an occupational disease.

Wu Mourn remained silent, it would have been fine if he was really suspicious.

"However, I have heard that the army of the Later Song Dynasty was as fierce as wolves and tigers, full of blood, and ghosts and gods would stay away. If you are not at ease, Xinzhuo boy, you can learn boxing kung fu. Monsters and ghosts are afraid of the army of wolves and tigers. You If you want to be a commander, you don't have to overwhelm yourself with too many skills."

Shensuan knew Wu Mourning's ambition, so he mentioned this in particular.

It can also be regarded as the kindness and concern of the neighbors.

Everyone knew that it was possible for Si Ji to join the army overseas.The style of martial arts prevails in Zhuxia, and warriors who are as light as a swallow and as powerful as an ox are real, so the military also encourages them to bring their skills to join the army.

In addition, there are still occupations such as car bandits and road tyrants active in the land of Zhuxia.

Families with conditions often let the males in the family learn some boxing. It's not that they want to yell when they see injustice, but just for self-defense.

Martial arts is indeed a feasible direction.

My own system is to add points, but I don't know where the limit is.So before deciding to invest resources in martial arts, Wu Mourning still wants to see if there is a higher level of power. Anyway, if you plan more, you won't have nothing.

Wu Mourning asked again about the boxing school.

Shensuan scratched his head and buttoned his earwax, indicating that he didn't know much about it. He was a fortune teller and he couldn't talk to warriors. Every warrior with a strong blood had a bad temper. It's time to open the water and land track.

Shensuan and Wu Mourn were chatting about the world, when the shopkeeper suddenly jumped up and down.

The crowd of onlookers made way.

I saw a few green-skinned gangsters chasing a man with sly eyebrows and mouse-eyed faces. The gangsters yelled that they owed money and would not pay it back, and their hands and feet were interrupted.

Wu Mourn, who joined the crowd to watch the excitement, frowned fiercely!
When this sly-eyed man appeared, the chill in his body seemed to jump.Out of sensitive instinct, Wu Mour's eyes landed on a torn book and rusty iron bars waving in the man's hand, and they caught his sight inadvertently.

(End of this chapter)