Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 4 Enter the house, Flying Eagle Gang!

Chapter 4 Enter the house, Flying Eagle Gang!

"For ordinary people, ten coins a day is enough for one person to eat, but I am a martial artist in the Qi and blood realm. Even though I am only in the first stage, I still have to maintain enough blood and flesh every day. At least thirty coins a day."

"In this way, one tael of silver a month, plus one tael of rent for the rent, and half a tael of protection fee for the Flying Eagle Gang, at least two and a half taels of silver a month."

Lin Bei calculated his consumption level and felt a headache.

20 taels of silver is enough to live on for more than half a year, and there must be no accidents and no more expenses during the period.

The rent in Changsheng Town is really not ordinary expensive!
In addition to rent and food expenses, they also have to face gang exploitation.

Being poor in culture and rich in martial arts is really not just talking about it.

If he was an ordinary person living in an ordinary town, this money would be enough for him to live comfortably for several years.

"If you can go to Changyin Mountain a few times, maybe you can gain something..."

Lin Bei picked up the "Ginseng Picker's Handbook" and flipped through it. There were many precautions in it.

"No, with my current cultivation, it's too dangerous to go into the mountains to collect ginseng!"

"I still have to wait. When my cultivation base improves, it will be more secure. Anyway, I can last for more than half a year."

Closing the book with a snap, Lin Bei suddenly got up and let out a long breath, "You still don't have enough strength, keep practicing sword!"

……

Time flies, years go by.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

"Sword Drawing!"

With a soft drink, he retracted the sword and put it back into its sheath. Lin Bei wiped the bean-sized beads of sweat from his forehead, exhaled a turbid breath, and brought up the attribute panel.

Name: Lin Bei (14 years old)
Lifespan: 61
Potential: 1
Cultivation method: sword drawing (2 levels of entering the hall and entering the house 1%)
"The sword drawing technique has finally broken through!"

Lin Bei showed joy, as if he had finally cleared the game that he had been waiting for for a long time.

No, it's better than this!

With a smile on the corner of Lin Bei's mouth, he held the long sword in his hand, and casually drew a sword flower. The blade cut through the air instantly, and the cold light flickered in the whistling sound, and the trajectory was hard to find, giving people a sharp and dangerous aura.

"This is the real feeling of becoming stronger!"

Lin Bei closed his eyes and felt for a while, and found that his understanding and use of swords had reached a new level, and he had faintly stepped into the gate of swordsmanship.

"Are you entering the room..."

Lin Bei knew that this feeling was the feeling of entering a room, and his sword-drawing skills were truly lethal at this moment!

"However, it's still too weak!"

"I need to become stronger so that I can gain a firm foothold in Changsheng Town!"

Lin Bei did not slack off because of the breakthrough in swordsmanship proficiency, he will continue to practice hard.

Just as he was about to continue practicing, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Lin Bei raised his sword and asked vigilantly.

For the past half month, he has lived in seclusion every day, practicing swords at home, and will not go out unless necessary, and naturally he has not made any friends.

"Could it be Uncle Pan?"

A short and stocky figure immediately appeared in Lin Bei's mind.

But it was quickly denied, because an arrogant and impatient voice came from outside the door: "You are the uncle of the Flying Eagle Gang, boy, please open the door quickly and pay this month's protection fee!"

"Flying Eagle Gang!"

Lin Bei's heart trembled, he clenched the sword in his hand, and hurried to open the door.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Changsheng Town, as a place where martial artists from the rivers and lakes take root and gather, can be said to have all kinds of ghosts and monsters. Naturally, the formation of gangs is inevitable!
The Flying Eagle Gang is a small gang in the inner city. Most of the gang members are fighters at the fourth level of energy and blood, but they don't have the ability to make trouble in the inner city.

Therefore, they turned their targets to the outer city and squeezed those casual cultivators whose strength was lower than theirs.

They ruled several streets and alleys, relied on collecting protection fees, and made a fortune!
The alleys and alleys where Lin Bei was located were within their management area, and each household was required to pay a protection fee of half a tael of silver every month.

Squeak!

The courtyard door opened, and there stood two figures, one fat and one thin.

The fat man in the head was fat like a big ball, his small eyes were widened as hard as he could, and there was a faint sly look. He held a big roasted leg of lamb that was sizzling with oil in one hand, and while speaking, He took a bite of the leg of lamb and made a chewing sound.

Looking at the fat man with a shiny mouth, Lin Bei frowned slightly, but said nothing.

He knew that members of the Flying Eagle Gang would definitely not be too low in cultivation, at least they were not characters that he could provoke at the moment.

"Boy, what are you looking at, hurry up and pay the protection fee, be quick, and I won't be able to urge you!"

Seeing Lin Bei's unresponsiveness, the thin man on the side urged impatiently, he had two mustaches, and the mustache fluttered and fluttered as he spoke, which looked a little funny.

With a blank expression on his face, Lin Bei took out half a tael of silver and paid the money.

The two of them didn't stay any longer, walked towards the next house with unrecognizable steps, and continued to knock on the door. It didn't look like a gangster collecting protection fees, but a charterer collecting rent.

"This group of bullying fellows!"

Lin Bei shook his head, closed the door, cursed in his heart, and prepared to continue practicing "Sword Drawing".

At this moment, the knock on the door sounded again.

Lin Bei was shocked immediately, "Could it be that Feiying helped those two people return to find fault?"

"Xiao Bei, your Uncle Pan has come to see you again."

Lin Bei breathed a sigh of relief at the sound from outside the door.

"So it's Uncle Pan!"

After opening the door, Pan Ga held a pheasant and waved it in front of Lin Bei's eyes.

"Oh, I'm unlucky during this time. I haven't seen a single ginseng. I have hunted a lot of pheasants. There is almost no place to put them in the house. I pick them all up. During this time, Uncle Pan I almost vomited from eating chicken..."

Uncle Pan babbled and complained non-stop.

Lin Bei listened to his complaints with a smile, echoing a few words from time to time.

During this time, Pan Ga came two or three times, and each time he would bring him a little game, which can be said to have taken good care of him.

As for the bad luck he said, I am afraid it is not necessarily true.

According to the frequency with which he came to see him, he might have gone up the mountain three or four times within half a month. Based on this time calculation, he probably didn't go deep into Changyin Mountain, and wandered around the periphery for a few days at most.

The spiritual ginseng at the outermost edge of Changyin Mountain has almost been harvested, and even young ginseng that is two or three years old is hard to find. It is normal that there is no harvest.

But watching him return home with wild game every time, at least it seems that there should be no loss. This kind of luck is not bad compared to those who can only pick some mushrooms and wild vegetables to go home.

Of course, Lin Bei didn't know whether Pan Ga really didn't get the blood spirit ginseng.

After all, just like pretending to be aggressive, pretending to be poor is also a kind of fun in many cases.

"Uncle Pan, why don't you come in and sit down?"

Seeing that he was still rambling, Lin Bei simply invited him.

"No, no, it's getting late, uncle has something to do, I have to go home early, you have to take care of yourself..."

Pan Ga waved his hand, rejecting Lin Bei's invitation, and then left after babbling a few words.

After sending Pan Ga away, Lin Bei shook his head, and went to the West Market again to sell pheasants and buy some daily necessities.

Then, he immersed himself in cultivation again!

(End of this chapter)

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