Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 3 Inventory of property!

Unlike the coldness of the alleys, the avenue leading to the West Market is a bit lively, and pedestrians with swords and swords can be seen from time to time.

Occasionally, you can see a ginseng picker holding a pick stick in his hand, with disheveled hair, wet clothes, muddy clothes and shoes, and a dusty appearance.

Some ginseng pickers looked disappointed, carrying game or wild fruits and vegetables in their hands, just like Lin Bei, heading towards the West Market.

Some were smiling, covering their clothes with one hand and resting on the hilt of their swords, and hurried to Dongshi.

Lin Bei understood that those who rushed to West Market with disappointed expressions were probably ginseng pickers who hadn't gained much.

These people did not pick ginseng. If they were lucky, they might have bought some wild game. If they were unlucky, they might have only picked some wild fruits and vegetables.

"The last trip to Changyin Mountain took a few days, sometimes even ten days and a half months. It's hard to say whether hunting a few wild game can make up for the loss."

"But those ginseng pickers who only picked some wild fruits and vegetables, not only did their trip in vain, but they probably also paid a lot of money."

Lin Bei shook his head and followed the crowd.

The industry of ginseng picking belongs to the industry that depends on the sky.

The situation of not opening for three years and opening for three years is a basic operation.

For a trip to the mountains, you need to carry dry food for several days. In addition, time costs and labor costs need to be calculated.

If you are unlucky, sometimes you go up to the mountain several times in a row, but you get nothing, and you spend several months of time and money in vain, which is a great blow to any ginseng collector.

Of course, if you are lucky, you may not have to worry about eating and drinking for several years if you pick an old ginseng with a long history.

However, the luck of most ginseng collectors is between good and bad, and the European emperor and the non-chieftain are only a minority after all.

When you come to the West Market, you will find it very lively, crowded with people, and the sound of hawkers can be heard endlessly. There are stalls on the ground, selling vegetables and fruits, chicken, duck, fish, cloth and grain.

Hawkers set up stalls, shops open, some only do business on the same day, and some are open every day. It can be said that each has its own way of operation.

However, most of the people who do business here, whether they are hawkers or shopkeepers, are martial artists with cultivation bases.

This is the characteristic of Changsheng Town!

Nearly one third of the entire town are warriors.

The town gathered because of the blood spirit ginseng naturally attracted a large number of warriors.

There is no other reason, blood spirit ginseng is a thing that greatly nourishes qi and blood, and for warriors in the qi and blood realm, it is simply a panacea for the good fortune of heaven and earth.

Therefore, many warriors became famous and became honorable ginseng collectors.

"This is like the gold rush in the western United States in the previous life, or the expansion of the big food empire."

Similar to those gold-digging frenzy in the previous life, every once in a while in Changsheng Town, there will be a few myths of getting rich, such as someone who is lucky enough to pick 50-year-old or 80-year-old ginseng, successfully breaks through cultivation, or sells ginseng. Offer sky-high prices for silver taels and the like.

Lin Bei came to an empty space on the side of the street, put the pheasant on the ground, and started selling it.

The flow of people is like weaving, and among the passers-by coming and going, someone will ask the price from time to time.

In order to get rid of it as soon as possible, Lin Bei deliberately lowered the price, and quickly sold the pheasant.

Then he bought two catties of wild boar meat, holding the meat in his left hand and the sword in his right, and rushed home safely before dark.

After returning home, Lin Bei washed the pot and cooked. After a simple treatment of the wild pork, he made a table of decent dishes.

"Began to eat!"

Before it was completely dark, Lin Bei devoured the food hungrily, and he disposed of the food on the table like a storm.

"Hi~, the martial artist can eat it, there are three whole bowls of rice, two catties of meat, and a pile of vegetables, tsk tsk, it's unimaginable to change it before."

Lin Bei caressed his slightly swollen belly, looking contented.

Leaning back on a bamboo chair, looking up at the starry sky, he was in a daze with complicated emotions.

The waning moon hangs high in the night sky, the stars are shining, and the indescribable magnificence is no different from the previous life.

"However, this is not the same world after all!"

Lin Bei deeply understood this point.

"Continue to practice!"

He jumped up from the chair with a "thump", there is no Internet in this world, but there is martial arts!

Since you can't indulge in the online world, let's immerse yourself in the world of martial arts!

"Sword Drawing!"

Lin Bei bowed his back, his blood gathered in his hands, and his feet were vigorous, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand towards the moonlight.

Under the night, the semi-circular sword light seems to be intertwined with the waning moon surrounded by stars in the sky, echoing each other from a distance, and the cool light penetrates into the soul!

A sword!
Two swords!

Three swords!

……

Lin Bei's eyes were firm and his mind was undivided, like a tireless machine, constantly swinging the sword in his hand towards the moonlight.

As he swung sword after sword, his movements became more proficient, smoother, and more natural.

When people focus on one thing, the long river of time is like speeding up the rotation of gears.

"It's dry, be careful with candles!"

Lin Bei didn't wake up until the voice of the watchman came.

"Is it already three watch?"

Lin Bei stopped practicing, put his sword back into its sheath, and rubbed his sore arms, feeling exhausted all over.

As soon as the excitement of practicing sword was relaxed, a strong drowsiness hit him instantly, making his whole brain feel groggy.

Call up the panel and look, in the column of skills, the sword drawing skill has changed from (1% of the first stage of the first glimpse of the door) to (32% of the first first glimpse of the first stage of the door), which has increased by another two percentage points.

"In one day, it has increased by five percentage points, which is not bad!"

Lin Bei yawned contentedly.

This kind of progress that can get timely feedback always makes people feel comfortable and full of sense of accomplishment.

If it weren't for the fact that he was already extremely tired, so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open, he would have wanted to practice him all night long!

Shaking his head, he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to practice. At the moment, he didn't care about washing, closed the doors and windows tightly, and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Bei got up early amidst the sound of birds chirping. After washing up, he started a new day of "Sword Drawing" practice course again with great vigor.

Calm and meticulous, Lin Bei felt that he was about to become a real warrior after drawing his sword out of its sheath time and time again, and bid farewell to himself in another time and space in the past.

After practicing, after simply having breakfast, Lin Bei turned and walked into the house.

He rummaged through some bottles and jars, and soon found what he wanted.

Some silver, some copper coins, and some books.

It was a day later that Lin Bei remembered to count his property.

"A total of 20 taels, 870, and three Wen coins, as well as a "Handbook for Ginseng Pickers", a "Illustration of Changyin Mountain Medicinal Materials", and a "Sword Drawing Technique"..."

Lin Bei looked at the belongings in front of him and frowned.

More than 20 taels of silver, in the eyes of ordinary people, it can be regarded as a small deposit.

But Lin Bei is not an ordinary person, he is a warrior, he needs training and resources.

(End of this chapter)