My skills have special effects.

Chapter 3

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Lin Yan went out with Lin Xiaozhi in his arms.

There was no one outside the door, it was deserted, Lin Yan breathed a sigh of relief, maybe he overreacted yesterday.

After sending Lin Xiaozhi to Mu Qing's study, Lin Yan ran all the way.

After eating four poisonous mushrooms last night, Lin Yan obviously felt that his stamina had increased a lot, and he reached the rice line without much effort.

His job is the cashier of Rice Bank.

Fugui Rice Bank not only sells rice in retail, but also delivers rice to many wealthy households and shops in Linfang, so the daily account transactions are extremely frequent.

Sitting in the narrow cubicle, after only a while, people began to pass in and out to pass orders.

Concentrating on his work, the time passed extremely quickly, and it was already noon when the accounts in his hand were settled.

Lin Yan pressed the hot eyebrows, took out the dried sesame seed cakes bought in the morning, and fetched a bowl of water. He didn't want to sit in the narrow cubicle anymore, so he just sat on the stone steps in the corner of the yard and ate the sesame seed cakes. .

The biscuits were dry and hard, and they could barely be swallowed with water.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhi stayed in Mu Qing's study and had lunch provided, otherwise he might not have been able to come here.

At this time, Wu San and Lu Yan also came over and sat beside him.

Lu Yan, like Wu San, is a strong man, but he is introverted and doesn't talk much.

Lin Yan is the accountant, and his status is slightly higher than that of Lu Yan and Wu San.

But he didn't sign the contract, and he couldn't piss with the accountant, so he was more familiar with Lu Yan and Wu San.

As soon as he sat down, Wu San approached and whispered, "Hey, do you still remember Liu Quan?"

"The one guarding rice in the warehouse? I heard it's Guard Geng's brother-in-law?"

"Yes. Last night, he was taken away by Tiger Head Camp!"

"what!"

Lin Yan recalled the scene of arresting people in the Tiger Head Camp yesterday. Obviously, the Tiger Head Camp arrested people in more than one place.

Wu San took pleasure in his misfortune: "This Liu Quan, relying on himself as Geng Bing's brother-in-law, is arrogant and domineering, and is used to domineering, so let's do it now. It's a battle of certainties. If you go up, you will die. I guess you won't be able to come back." !"

Geng Bing is Guard Geng.

Lu Yan on the side asked cautiously: "Isn't Guard Geng a warrior? Why don't you plead for mercy?"

Wu San gave a blank look: "Cut! I'm still begging, where is Tiger Head Camp? Geng Bing just showed his prestige in front of us, and he's a fart in front of Tiger Head Camp..."

"Shh, someone is coming!"

Lin Yan caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly stopped Wu San.

It was the guard Geng Binggeng who walked in, with a fierce face that was about to drip water, without saying a word, he went straight to the inner hall.

When he went in, Wu San smiled and said: "Look at him, his face is green! I heard that his wife was crying and making trouble yesterday, and even scratched him with her nails, so she insisted on asking someone to save Liu Quan. Hehe , What kind of bullshit martial artist, let a bitch rule him to death!"

Lu Yan whispered, "What is he doing in the inner hall?"

Lin Yan said softly: "The big boss came to the store today, and he is in the inner hall."

"big boss!"

Wu San and Lu Yan all paused for a moment. The boss of Mihang is surnamed Zhang, and he has always been aloof in Mihang. He only heard his name but never saw him.

It is said that he has six or seven properties similar to Fugui Rice Shop, and even in Inner Ring Square, there are his properties.

For the few of them, Guard Geng was considered a big shot. They couldn't even imagine the level of power and status of a nobleman like Boss Zhang.

Wu San lowered his voice unconsciously: "So, Geng Bing went to ask the big boss? Do you think he can do it?"

Lu Yan guessed in a low voice: "Guard Geng is a warrior after all, so the big boss should help him?"

Wu San cursed in a low voice: "The big boss is so powerful, once he makes a move, wouldn't Liu Quan come back safely? MD, the disaster will last for thousands of years!"

Lin Yan shook his head: "I'll go back to work first."

What he thought was, what would Xiao Zhi do if he was caught?
After finishing the accounts in the afternoon, Lin Yan went out immediately, and arrived at Mu Qing's study as soon as possible, taking care not to be bumped into by the Tiger Head Camp.

Fetching water again, it was over, just in time for Mu Qing's study to end.

When the children all ran out, Lin Yan first told Xiao Zhi to sit aside and rest, and then respectfully walked to Mr. Li who was resting in the courtyard.

Mr. Li sat in front of the stone table, glanced at him, and suddenly showed a slight surprise: "Huh?"

Lin Yan didn't understand: "Old Li?"

Mr. Li looked Lin Yan carefully up and down twice, and said, "Did you eat anything special yesterday?"

Lin Yan was startled, the change in his blood was noticed by Mr. Li!
His mind turned and he pretended not to understand, so he said, "What does Mr. Li mean?"

"Before, your eyes were dull and your cheeks were dull, but today your eyes are full of energy, full of red light, as if you are full of energy and blood. Did you eat something tonic yesterday?"

Lin Yan was quick to think: "Could it be that fruit? Yesterday when I was buying firewood from a mountain villager, he gave me a red fruit. It looked ordinary. After I ate it, I felt hot all over and thought I was poisoned." .”

Li Muqing clicked his tongue and sighed: "Red, it looks ordinary, is it the size of a fist? It should be Hongyun fruit, which is a delicious medicinal fruit, and one is worth two taels of silver. The mountain people don't know good things, so you are cheap gone."

Lin Yan breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be pleasantly surprised, and then showing annoyance: "Two taels are so expensive? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have eaten!"

"Just be content with it. The Red Cloud Fruit greatly nourishes qi and blood. It can make you energetic for a few days and has many benefits."

But he turned to sigh with regret: "It's a pity, if you don't practice martial arts, most of the medicine will be wasted."

Lin Yan's heart moved: "Dare to ask Mr. Li, what is so wonderful about this martial arts?"

Li Muqing glanced at him, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, took a sip of water, but didn't speak.

Lin Yan had already been mentally prepared. Martial arts were not taught lightly. If the knowledge of martial arts was so easy to obtain, he would not have learned any real content for more than three months.

He took it out of his pocket and pulled out the "Mu Zhai Ji" that he had brought with him when he went out in the morning.

Seeing him take out a book, Li Muqing's wrist trembled slightly, and his gaze straightened immediately.

Lin Yan respectfully handed it to Mr. Li: "Mr. Li, this is the anthology I bought by accident in the market today. Please have a look."

Li Muqing snatched it with one hand and flipped through it on the spot.

His expression didn't change much, but the pupils of his eyes were constantly expanding and shrinking.

After reading page by page, Lin Yan was forgotten.

Fortunately, Lin Yan had already prepared, took out the prepared pancakes and steamed buns, and asked Xiao Zhi to eat first, so as not to be hungry.

Suddenly, Mr. Li began to recite slowly word by word.

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, the Wu hook is bright with frost and snow.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars.

"Killing a person in ten steps will never stop you from traveling a thousand miles.

"Hello."

His old cheeks were hot and flushed, his beard and hair were calm and unmoving, and the loose white coat was suddenly stretched to the full, as if under the white coat was not a shriveled old man, but a muscular man with gnarled muscles. Lin Yan felt a strong sense of oppression.

"It's a good thing to kill a person in ten steps, and it's a thousand miles away! It's a good thing to get rid of your clothes and hide your merits and fame! Good, good, good! Hahahaha!"

Unable to restrain his excitement, Mr. Li moved with his thoughts, waved his arm and slammed lightly on the stone table next to him.

Pong!
There was a loud noise.

Lin Yan gasped, and saw that the two to three hundred kilograms hard stone table in the courtyard was smashed into seven or eight petals by this seemingly light blow!

Stone debris flying around.

Is this the warrior!

Even though he is old, he still has such tyrannical strength!

"Talk about being arrogant, lose your temper, lose your temper."

Mr. Li withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and the agitated muscles slowly calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

"Xiao Lin, where did you buy this "Mu Zhai Ji"?"

Lin Yan said cautiously: "Back to Mr. Li, it is the same as "Knocking the Lamp Collection". It was bought from a group of foot traders in the Chundufang market."

"It's a wandering merchant again..."

Mr. Li looked at Lin Yan meaningfully, until Lin Yan's scalp became numb, and then slowly said: "Xiao Lin, this "Mu Zhai Ji" suits my appetite. Tell me, what do you want? "

Lin Yan knew that Mr. Li didn't like his mother-in-law, so he bowed and said, "Old Li, I have something to ask."

"Go ahead."

"I want to practice martial arts and become a martial artist like you. Please recommend a place for me."

Originally, Lin Yan's goal was to inquire with Mr. Li about the channels for practicing martial arts.

But Mr. Li's reaction to "Mu Zhai Ji" just now exceeded his expectations, so he took a bold step and asked Mr. Li for a recommendation instead of asking.

"Practicing martial arts?" Elder Li shook his head and laughed, "You don't think that you are qualified to practice martial arts after eating a red cloud fruit and gaining some energy and blood?"

Lin Yan looked solemn and did not refute.

Mr. Li also became serious: "Are you serious? Do you know what is the most important thing in martial arts?"

Without waiting for Lin Yan to answer, Mr. Li answered by himself: "It's money! If you have money, you will have spare energy to concentrate on practicing martial arts; if you have money, you will have a lot of fish and meat every day to replenish your energy and blood!"

"When I was young and practiced martial arts, I used two catties of mutton and two catties of chicken every day, together with all kinds of precious medicines and nourishing treasures. I have been practicing for more than ten years, and I have not been weak.

"If you practice martial arts with insufficient energy and blood, within three months, your muscles and bones will be broken, and your energy and blood will dry up and you will die!"

"How much money do you make a month? How much meat can you afford? That's it, do you still plan to practice martial arts?"

Lin Yan was silent, the current prices are soaring, and the price of a catty of mutton is as high as [-] yuan.

In other words, his monthly salary is only enough to buy two catties of mutton, and the daily amount does not include eggs.

But he has the special effect of [swallowing and detoxification]!
Digest toxins and replenish qi and blood.

Poisons are controlled products, but there are a lot of poisonous mushrooms, which can be found everywhere in the mountains, and they can be cultivated by themselves. Four poisonous mushrooms are worth two taels of silver for red cloud fruit, which is twenty catties of mutton.

According to this calculation, it is more than enough to make up for his martial arts energy and blood.

Mr. Li shook his head, he could see Lin Yan's determination: "It doesn't matter, it's hard to persuade a dead ghost with good words..."

He reached into his bosom, and took out a carved wooden tablet with the length of a palm and the width of two fingers, with the three characters "Li Muqing" engraved on it.

"Take this piece of wood and go to Mingyu Building in Chengguangfang, find a man named Kuishan, tell him my name, tell him your request, and he will give you two months."

Two months has been great!
Lin Yan suppressed the surprise, and took it carefully: "Thank you, Mr. Li! This kindness and this kindness are deeply appreciated!"

"Remember, two months is already the limit of injury. If it takes longer, there will be danger of life. Two months, and only two months."

"Thank you!"

Carefully put away the wooden pieces, Lin Yan finished cleaning, and took Lin Xiaozhi back respectfully.

Li Muqing sat in the courtyard, looked at Lin Yan's leaving back, and shook his head secretly.

Back then when Lin Yan sent "Knocking on the Lamp Collection", he just glanced at it and was astonished.

It's just that he has always kept his expression on his face. After asking Lin Yan about the origin of this anthology, he was wary of Lin Yan's desire for something else, so he just said lightly: "It's well written."

In fact, after he returned home, he ordered his servants to go to the Chundufang market to inquire about the whereabouts of the traveling merchant.

I thought I could buy more shocking articles, but I didn't want my servant to inquire for several days, but found nothing.

Until today, Lin Yan sent another copy of "Mu Zhai Ji".

Among them, the style of poetry and prose is completely different from "Knocking the Lamp Collection", but each of them is the same as a stunning work!

Now, no matter how stupid Li Muqing is, he can guess the origin of these two anthologies, and he is by no means a traveling businessman.

Flipping through the pages of the book carefully, I can identify the pen and ink inside that seem old but actually new, and the handwriting that is quite similar...

He couldn't guess that this collection of essays was clearly written by the kid surnamed Lin himself!

"It's only been a few days, and I have written so many poems and essays, all of which are shocking works. This is a natural literary sage, a natural literary star!"

But then he shook his head and sighed: "What's the use of being born with literary talent..."

He is very passionate about literature and Taoism, and he also cherishes Lin Yan's talent.

But in Dafeng, martial arts is the right way, and literary ways are just small ways, which are used to cultivate one's sentiments.

It was also for this reason that he did not stop Lin Yan from going to learn martial arts.

Young people, their hearts are higher than the sky, they are full of hope, and they will never look back until they touch the south wall.

Wasn't he the same back then, arrogant and conceited, pursuing a higher realm with all his heart, and finally rebelling against himself?
"After two months, if he fails to learn martial arts, I'll come forward and recuperate for him, and I will be included in the clan and write articles..."

Thinking of this, he got up and left, he had to go back earlier to study this new anthology.

(End of this chapter)