Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 2 Uncle Pan!

"It's me, you Uncle Pan!"

A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door.

"Uncle Pan?"

A familiar figure appeared in Lin Bei's mind, one of the few acquaintances in his previous memory.

"Wait, I'll open the door for you right away."

Lin Bei put the sword back into its scabbard, pinned it to his waist, and opened the door in the courtyard.

A middle-aged man was standing outside the door. He was short, with a round face, small eyes and a wide nose. He was stocky and looked explosive.

"Practice, Xiao Bei."

Standing at the door, Pan Ga saw that Lin Bei who opened the door was covered in sweat, and sighed, "If your father knew that you worked so hard, he would surely smile at Jiuquan."

"However, don't be too impatient. What you should pay attention to in cultivation is to proceed step by step. Otherwise, if you hurt your body, you will have to spend time recuperating. The gain is not worth the loss."

While talking, Pan Ga handed a pheasant to Lin Bei: "Here, I just shot it, it's fresh, it's just right for you to replenish your energy and blood."

"Well, Uncle Pan has already taken care of me so much, how can I still ask for Uncle Pan's things?"

Lin Bei hastily declined.

"Hey, they were all caught while picking ginseng, and there are quite a few more. Don't be polite to Uncle Pan. Uncle Pan promised your father to take good care of you."

"It's just a pity. I was unlucky during this time, and I didn't collect blood spirit ginseng. When Uncle Pan gets lucky later, I'll send you a few ginseng. That thing is a good thing for replenishing qi and blood."

Uncle Pan smiled, ignored Lin Bei's refusal, and stuffed the pheasant into his arms.

"Uncle Pan must be very lucky next time, and pick only ten-year-old ginseng!"

Lin Bei also smiled, and didn't refuse any more.

Pan Ga was smiling all over his face. Hearing this, his smile froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

"My boy, I don't dare to think about a ten-year-old Uncle Sanpan. If I can only have a five-year-old Uncle Sanpan, I will burn incense!"

Pan Ga encouraged Lin Bei a few more words, then clapped his hands, closed the door and left.

Looking at the leaving figure, Lin Bei's smiling face gradually returned to calm.

Changsheng Town is backed by Changyin Mountain, which is famous all over the world for its blood ginseng.

Lin Bei's father was a "glorious" ginseng collector, and brought Lin Bei to Changsheng Town a few years ago to discuss life.

Pan Ga is a friend of Lin Bei's father, and occasionally goes to Changyin Mountain together to collect ginseng.

A month ago, the two went up to the mountain to collect ginseng, but were unfortunately attacked by a ferocious beast. After a brutal fight, Pan Ga carried Lin Bei's father's body back to Changsheng Town.

Lin Bei's mother had dystocia and died of illness after giving birth to him. Now that an accident happened and his father was gone, he suddenly became a veritable orphan.

Perhaps it was because of a heavy blow that he lost the courage to live long ago, which allowed Lin Bei, who had crossed over, to occupy this body.

On the other hand, Pan Ga is indeed a man of his word. After agreeing to his predecessor's father, he would send some meat every now and then, taking good care of him.

"Tsk, this chicken is too beautiful! It must be two and a half years old..."

This pheasant has colorful feathers, soft and shiny, with a red comb, sharp beak and sharp claws, similar to other animals.

"Take it to the market and sell it later, and replace it with wild boar."

Lin Bei threw the pheasant in his hand on the stone table aside, and continued to practice his sword.

He who had just traveled through time was wary of everyone around him, but he didn't dare to eat food brought to him by others.

Another burst of hearty practice, Lin Bei let out a mouthful of turbid air, feeling sore all over and exhausted mentally.

But when he saw the attribute panel, he immediately felt that all his fatigue was swept away.

Name: Lin Bei (14 years old)
Lifespan: 61
Potential: 1
Cultivation method: sword drawing (1% of the first glimpse of the first level)
Seeing that the progress bar has increased by another two percent, Lin Bei is quite satisfied.

"I'm slowly getting stronger!"

Lin Bei had a firm face, with a smile on his lips.

In the evening, when the sun was about to set, Lin Bei wiped off his sweat, picked up the pheasant, and headed to West Market.

The world here is not as prosperous as in the previous life. Although there is a certain amount of nightlife, there is absolutely no safety in the dark atmosphere at night, unless your cultivation base is strong enough!

Obviously, Lin Bei is far from meeting this requirement now, so he has to try his best to sell the pheasant before dark, and buy some meat to supplement his blood.

With a long sword on his waist, Lin Bei opened the door, took out the key, and locked three iron locks in a row, before heading towards West Market.

How many locks are used, in fact, has little effect on anti-theft, but it can bring some psychological comfort to people, which is enough.

Walking in the alleys full of gravel, I saw rows of old stone-walled mud houses with drooping corners, cramped and dim, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.

Sometimes you can see some dilapidated and collapsed houses with overgrown weeds and dense cobwebs, uninhabited, and appear a bit barren.

Only the occasional barking of dogs made Lin Bei feel a little popular.

When turning the corner of the alley, three or four strong men were leaning against the walls on both sides, chatting for some reason.

They are strong and strong, with swords and swords on their backs, and bunts all over their bodies. They are obviously warriors.

One of them held a handful of red dates, raised his hand and threw one into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and spit it out on the ground with a "pop", while the other hand kept gesticulating, spit out foam from the mouth chewing on the red dates, with a muffled voice It's not clear, but the voice is loud.

"This……"

Looking at the chattering brawny men, Lin Bei was a little timid. He grasped the sword at his waist, took a deep breath, raised his head and chest, and mustered up his courage to slowly pass through the middle.

The few people ignored Lin Bei at all, and were still chatting all over the world. Among them, the man who ate dates glanced at him, and with a "poof", he spat out another date pit.

Lin Bei's heart trembled, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, almost throwing out a sword drawing move, but fortunately held back in time.

"Phew, in Changsheng Town, I really don't have any confidence at all with my cultivation at the first level of Qi and Blood Realm!"

After walking a certain distance from the alley, Lin Bei let out a long breath, knowing that he was a bit "persecuted paranoia".

Changsheng Town is a very special town. Because it is backed by Changyin Mountain, it is a paradise for many ginseng collectors.

And the ginseng pickers in this world are all martial arts practitioners. After all, they need to go deep into the mountains and face all kinds of poisonous insects and beasts, which is impossible for ordinary people to do.

Therefore, in this town, more than half of the people are warriors, and it is quite common to see a few strong men with weapons on their backs chatting nonsense like just now.

"The root cause of my nervousness is my lack of strength!"

Lin Bei squeezed his fists and walked quickly towards the West Market.

Although Changsheng Town is just a town, its building scale is very close to that of some small county towns.

It is divided into two parts, the inner city and the outer city, and Lin Bei is located in the outer city.

There are two markets in the outer city, one is the West Market and the other is the East Market.

West Market mainly buys and sells daily necessities, such as firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Dongshi mainly buys and sells some cultivation items, but most of them are basic resources, which are suitable for Qi and Blood Realm Level [-] and below.

The reason is also very simple. Most of the Qi and blood realm above the fourth level live in the inner city, where there is also a trading market.

It is worth mentioning that, like Lin Bei, Pan Ga originally lived in the outer city, but moved to the inner city not long ago.

(End of this chapter)