I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland.

Chapter 13 Chapter 0013: Martial arts apprenticeship and ruthless traits

As long as you earn enough Dark Crystals, you can use them to purchase more powerful weapons.

He even wanted to go to the medical station to get a shot of genetic medicine or buy a set of individual exoskeletons.

These can directly improve his survivability, thus making up for his lack of physical fitness.

Seeing Rosen coming from the side courtyard, Zhang Zhenyu said hello to him.

"Arsen."

"Everything is bought."

"These are the silver ingots and foreign banknotes that were exchanged."

As he spoke, he took out a bulging money bag.

Inside were silver ingots and two stacks of foreign banknotes that smelled like ink.

Rosen took a third of it as a spare and left the rest to the Zhang brothers and sisters.

After some pushback, Zhang Zhenyu accepted it.

Zhang Da's martial arts master named Zhang Yuntian was a man of heroic spirit who valued justice over profit.

I have supported those "righteous deeds" and "righteous men" more than once.

Anyone with an anti-foreign banner can get a grant of varying amounts when they come to Zhang's Martial Arts School.

In order to support the anti-foreign cause, Zhang Yuntian almost spent all his family wealth.

At the most exaggerated time, more than 20 people came to the door for help a day.

In such a situation, money is simply wasted.

Even though many of the anti-foreign martyrs among them died, Zhang Yuntian was still happy with them.

But if things go on like this, the money he collects from opening the library will never be worth the money he spreads out.

Ever since Master Zhang Da died on the battlefield at Gukou, the situation was like a tree falling down and the hozens scattering.

The apprentices in the martial arts gym left one after another, and the old friends who had been friends in the past were all worried that the foreigners would settle their scores.

The two brothers and sister depended on each other, and now they could maintain a normal life relying on the family fortune left by the martial arts school.

But there will be many places to spend money in the future.

Although the money donated by the benefactor made Zhang Zhenyu a little embarrassed.

But considering the reality, he still chose to accept it.

Most importantly, Rosen has demonstrated considerable financial resources.

A gold ring weighing as much as two cents was given as promised.

Zhang Zhenyu was greatly shocked by this heroic spirit.

After accepting the money, he also secretly vowed to teach Rosen martial arts with all his heart.

In fact, Zhang Zhenyu still has many questions in his mind about Rosen's origin.

He selectively ignored this.

No matter what Rosen's origins were, the brother and sister could not repay the life-saving kindness alone.

He took the money bag with a complicated expression and was thinking about it.

Rosen did not take this matter to heart.

His gold and jade are my gravel.

What he is more concerned about is martial arts training.

Rosen was not the type to chirp, so he asked bluntly.

"When can I become a teacher?"

Zhang Zhenyu was stunned by his words, and then he came back to his senses and answered quickly.

"anytime…"

Spirits, pork, oil wax, and incense.

The ceremony was held in the front hall.

There are several portraits hanging here, including Zhang Yuntian's.

They are all deceased masters.

After a simple worship ceremony, Zhang Zhenyu drank tea in honor of the master.

From then on, Rosen became a disciple of Zhang's martial arts school.

After the apprenticeship process was over, the sky also darkened.

The three of them set up a small table and ate outdoors in the front yard.

"Asen, come wait for me in the front yard tomorrow at dawn when the rooster crows."

After finishing the meal, Zhang Zhenyu also entered the role of master.

He warned Rosen with a serious face.

Rosen put down the porcelain bowl and nodded gently, indicating that he understood.

He was not familiar with the etiquette of this ancient world, so he sometimes seemed indifferent.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhenyu is not surprised by this.After boiling water and washing up, Rosen went straight back to the house to rest.

……

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was slightly bright.

The sky is like an indigo curtain, the shining stars at night gradually disappear, replaced by the hazy first light.

Rosen got up energetically and put on a new set of training clothes and flat cloth shoes.

Taking off BP and irrelevant objects made him feel relaxed.

After packing up, he left the side courtyard and came to the front yard.

Zhang Zhenyu stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

At this time, there were several more things in the vestibule.

A copper basin filled with coarse sand, a soup basin filled with brown medicinal liquid, and a bilateral bridge about fifty centimeters above the ground were built. Each bridge deck was only three fingers wide, barely enough for a foothold. .

The two sides stood facing each other.

Seeing Zhang Zhenyu's serious expression, Rosen couldn't help but feel serious.

"Asen, practicing martial arts is different from practicing god."

"Martial arts is a practice that regards the human body as the universe."

"It and Lian Shen each have their own characteristics. It's hard to say which one is better."

"The great powers of ancient times were mainly based on the cultivation of both divine and martial arts."

"But as the world changes, there are fewer and fewer people who can inspire spiritual thoughts."

"In today's world, martial arts is more prosperous."

"And if you want to make progress in martial arts, hardship, endurance, grinding, and practice are all indispensable."

"The first three stages of martial arts are skin training, body tempering, and tendon conditioning, which are mainly for strengthening the body."

"If you want to achieve something, you have to endure some hardships."

Zhang Zhenyu suddenly spoke and briefly introduced the characteristics of martial arts.

When Rosen was thoughtful, he continued.

"My Zhang Family Martial Arts School has a complete inheritance of the first six realms of martial arts."

"There are also martial arts stunts such as Liuyuan Xinyi Fist, Xinyi Kick and Xinyi Sword."

"Today's morning class is skin training and pile exercises."

"This is also the foundation for the beginning of martial arts!"

After saying that, he walked to the copper basin filled with coarse sand.

The copper basin was placed on a waist-high wooden stand.

"Asen, keep an eye on it."

"Training your skin starts with your fists and arms."

"Use boxing sand, wait until the skin is red and swollen, then soak it in the medicinal solution for thirty breaths."

"While hitting the sand, you must also cooperate with specific breathing methods."

"This goes back and forth 72 times, which is one round."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhenyu lowered his voice and began to teach breathing techniques and other key points.

After a few minutes, Rosen basically knew what was going on.

He followed Zhang Zhenyu's instructions and used breathing techniques to change the breath frequency, and then punched the copper basin with both hands.

The rough gravel rubbed against the peaks of his fists, soon making his fists dripping with blood.

Burning pain continued to come from his fists, but Rosen did not let out a cry of pain.

If it weren't for the sweat dripping down the side of his face, Zhang Zhenyu would have almost thought that he was a monster without pain.

Full of struggle against the wasteland world, this pain is nothing.

Rosen didn't stop until his fists were swollen and looked bloody.

The basin of coarse sand has turned slightly red.

As long as the bones are not injured, the more severe the injury, the higher the efficiency of skin training.

But such a self-harming training method still makes Zhang Zhenyu a little frightened.

Fortunately, he was worried that Rosen wouldn't be able to endure the hardship of practicing martial arts.

But I didn't expect that I was still too young after all.

The Rosen in front of him has already shown the characteristics of a ruthless person.

As he dipped his scarred hands into the warm liquid.

Finally he couldn't help but let out a groan of pain.

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(End of this chapter)