Two Realms: A giant of immortal martial arts emerges from low Wu Gan

Chapter 262: A phoenix is ​​born in a crow's nest! The meaning of martial arts is to break down the hierarchy and make everyone like a dragon!
What is a genius!

Even Wang Yan, who had advanced to the fetal breathing stage, couldn't help but tremble at this moment.

He has practiced martial arts for nearly a hundred years, and after coming into contact with the spiritual practice of the cosmic relics, he has made great progress. But his practice speed is still too slow compared to Jiang Shu, too slow.

Jiang Shu, could he really be a banished immortal from this world?
In just one or two years, he completed a journey that would take ordinary geniuses decades or even hundreds of years.

That night, the news broadcast was officially broadcast, and the martial arts foundation established under the leadership of Jiang Wushen called for donations to be used for the martial arts training of civilian students.

Looking at Ye Zhenzhen appearing in the camera, Wang Ziyi collapsed to the ground, as if he had lost his parents.

At this moment, he finally understood who he had offended.

If it was a Martial Saint, with the ability of the Wang family, if it was managed properly, it might not be impossible to cut off the tail and survive.

But if you offend the God of War... even if you ask Wang Yan for help, you can't be saved!
Amid endless panic and trembling, shopping malls and entertainment companies were sold at the fastest speed, and the funds raised were directly transferred to the bank account of the Martial Arts Foundation.

As for some other powerful forces, they also had information channels long ago and had learned that the God of War had come to Shengjing in person. It was obvious that they attached great importance to the Martial Arts Foundation and they donated generously just to establish a relationship with it.

Some transferred Xia country currency to bank accounts, while others gave away exotic animal meat and precious medicines from the cold storage.

The Martial Arts Foundation established branches in every city at a crazy speed.

The sun rises in Xin'an City.

weekend.

In an extremely ordinary urban village, Luo Yong, who was only fifteen years old, was eating meat with big mouthfuls.

He just entered high school this month. According to the new rules, students can start formally learning martial arts in high school, from horse stance to learning the innate guiding technique. Those with talent can even choose the general outline of martial arts to practice.

Many geniuses shine in high school and are promoted to become warriors in just three years.

"Dad, you should eat something too. You work so hard, how can eating alone be enough?"

As vitality recovered and the world changed, never-before-seen professions appeared in Xia Country, such as the master butcher of ferocious beasts.

Luo Yong's father, Luo Da'an, works in a beast slaughterhouse. His daily job is to use special machines to cut and sort the carcasses of the exotic beasts in the factory. It is really physical work.

The salary is about the same as that of an ordinary porter.

Only by working hard every day can you barely earn 10,000 yuan.

The only difference is that in a ferocious beast slaughterhouse, their employees can buy a few pieces of exotic beast meat scraps at a relatively cheap price every month as a reward.

This is exactly what he is looking at.

After eating a few mouthfuls of the rice in the bowl, Luo Daan wiped his mouth as usual and said, "Dad's food at the slaughterhouse is very good, so this is not a big deal. Xiaoyong, you are going to high school now, so you have to keep up with the animal meat. High school is not like junior high school. I heard that junior high school is all about strengthening qi and blood. As long as you are full and well-fed, even if you don't eat exotic animal meat, those with strong talents can directly advance to a large circulation of qi and blood throughout the body."

"But when you get to high school, you start doing horse stance and learning Xiantian Daoyin. The energy consumption will be even greater, and the school lunch alone is far from enough to support you. If you eat more in the morning, you will naturally have more energy for the morning classes."

"But don't put too much pressure on yourself. When you were in junior high school, Xiaoyong, your teachers praised you in various ways. They said that if you had enough resources, you would have the opportunity to become a warrior in high school. Unfortunately, your parents are not capable enough, so this is the only way."

"But anyway, I heard that good martial arts universities will have some kind of scholarship. As long as my son is admitted to a martial arts university, I believe he will be able to achieve great success."

At this point, Luo Daan was ready to cheer up, but a hint of gloom flashed across his eyes.

As parents, how many of us don’t want our children to be successful?

But their current situation is that their son has the ability to make great success, but he and his wife are a burden to their son.

Becoming a warrior in high school and becoming a warrior in college are two different concepts.

The world has changed suddenly, and the normal expenses of an average family are actually sufficient, and they may even live better than before.

But if you want to support a warrior, the expenses will increase exponentially. In the past, the Luo family could barely provide for him, but with Luo Yong's mother's serious illness, more than half of the family's savings were consumed.

Luo Yong worked hard and shed sweat in junior high school just because he wanted to become a warrior early and have the ability to make money faster.

Only in this way can I completely cure my mother's illness.

"Dad, don't be too tired, eat something."

Without saying anything, he put a piece of alien beast meat to Luo Daan's mouth and said, "Didn't I take you to watch the news last time? Jiang Wushen has established a martial arts foundation. As long as civilian students show enough talent, they will have the opportunity to receive subsidies."

"It's just that our Xin'an City is only a second- or third-tier city, and the Martial Arts Foundation has not yet been established. If a branch is established, maybe your son will be able to get a subsidy."

Luo Yong took a deep breath, a smile on his face, and said something specifically to make his father happy.

Although he is only fifteen, his family has undergone tremendous changes and he is more mature than his peers.

Although he respected and admired Jiang Shu very much, he put Jiang Wushen's poster in his room to motivate himself.

But he also knew that Jiang Wushen's original intention might be good, but as long as he was a human being, he would have selfish motives. No organization would be truly fair.

No matter how correct the idea of ​​establishing this martial arts foundation is, when it is implemented, the children of the powerful and wealthy will definitely receive subsidies earlier.

Even if I have shown sufficient talent, I will probably be stuck at the review stage.

But it doesn’t matter, Mom and Dad, we have already provided him with the best conditions we can.

Even without the subsidy from the Martial Arts Foundation, he would try his best to successfully become a warrior in high school!
By getting the money to support her martial arts, Dad wouldn't have to work so hard, and Mom wouldn't have to feel so guilty and think that she was a burden.

"Oh, Xiaoyong, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it! A few days ago, my boss said that he got the news that our Xin'an City is also going to set up a branch of the Martial Arts Foundation. May the Martial God bless us, may the Martial God bless us, our Xiaoyong will definitely be selected..."

Luo Daan's voice became softer and softer, and he actually put his hands together and prayed softly.

Looking at his father who looked a little superstitious, Luo Yong smiled. Just as he was about to leave home and go to a nearby park to practice horse stance, there was a knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Who?"

The knock on the door interrupted Luo Daan's thoughts. He couldn't help but turn around and say something, then immediately stood up and went to open the door.

Since his wife fell ill, he sold his house and rented a house in the urban village. His family didn't have any good connections, so why did someone suddenly knock on the door today?

He opened the door and saw a man in a suit standing in front of it. Behind him was a burly man who looked like a bodyguard and exuded great energy and was carrying a large suitcase.

"Excuse me, is this Luo Yong's house?"

"Yes, who are you?"

After years of working in society, Luo Daan could tell at once that the people who came now were definitely elites in the city. No matter how you looked at it, they didn't look like they lived in a village in the city.

Could it be that there is something you want to ask me?

Or, what did his son do at school? Luo Daan stood at the door. First, he didn't know the identity of the visitor, and he didn't want to invite him into the house.

Secondly, the environment in the urban village is too bad. If the guest is really an important one, inviting him inside might be impolite and offensive. It is better to keep him outside.

But this also brings a disadvantage.

Since it is the weekend, there are more villagers living in the urban village than usual.

The appearance of the man in a suit and the burly bodyguard immediately attracted a lot of onlookers from nearby.

Everyone stretched their necks, wanting to watch the show.

Some were also whispering to each other, as if they were talking in low voices.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Zhou Ping, the dedicated person for the Martial Arts Foundation in Xin'an City."

"According to our investigation, your son, Luo Yong from Xin'an No. 1 High School, meets the requirements for the civilian student subsidy. I came here this time to sign a contract with you and to connect with you."

As soon as Zhou Ping finished speaking, he saw the middle-aged man in front of him, who was hunched over, suddenly trembled, with a look of unbelievable surprise in his eyes.

He didn't expect that the Martial Arts Foundation would come to him in such a short time.

My own son...

If I could get a grant from the Martial Arts Foundation, maybe I could actually become a martial artist in high school.

In this case, the child's mother can really be saved.

He swallowed but couldn't say anything. He had never practiced martial arts. He was just an ordinary middle-aged man. He couldn't say anything. He turned around and saw his son walking out in two steps and standing in the sun.

The brilliant morning glow shines on the 1.8-meter-tall figure.

Luo Yong clenched his fists, his heart beating wildly, and he was even more excited than when he was admitted to the No. 1 Middle School.

"I'm Luo Yong... What do I have to give... For example, I will work in the Martial Arts Foundation and serve the Martial God... Or, these subsidies are just temporary loans and need to be repaid in the future..."

Luo Yong forced himself to suppress his inner excitement and asked carefully.

Even if it meant repaying with interest, he would accept it. His top priority now was to become a warrior and have the ability to save his mother!
"No need. Lord Martial God said that our Martial Arts Foundation was established with only one purpose, to make everyone like a dragon."

"And this step must start from the youth. Because if the youth are strong, the country will be strong; if the youth are wise, the country will be wise."

"As long as you are over fifteen years old and have reached the level of Qi and blood sensing, you will have the opportunity to receive subsidies. As for requirements, Lord Martial God does have one, which is that if he really becomes powerful in the future, he must treat others the same way he treats you today."

Zhou Ping spoke in a high-pitched voice. As a dedicated staff member of the Martial Arts Foundation, he knew more about the ideas behind the Martial Arts Foundation. The more he understood, the more immersed he became in it.

In his opinion, Jiang Shu, the God of War, is a saint sent from heaven who appears only once in ten thousand years.

It is truly the honor of his life to be able to serve under such an organization.

He regards this job as a supreme cause and treats it with great devotion.

"Luo Yong, you must report all your progress in martial arts training to me in a timely manner so that I can keep records. If you need any martial arts resources, you can also tell me and I can apply to the Martial Arts Foundation."

"As for the rest, you don't need to do anything. Just practice martial arts as usual."

"As for the treatment, the martial arts foundation will give you the martial arts training money in advance, giving you 10,000 per month for your daily expenses. Of course, if you use it for other purposes, we will not care."

When Zhou Ping said this, he paused deliberately and emphasized the words "has other uses".

When he came here, he naturally had a clear understanding of the Luo family. He knew that there was a seriously ill mother in the family. With the monthly funding of 10,000 yuan, Luo's mother might be able to be discharged from the hospital earlier.

"First-level exotic beast meat is provided every month. First-level heavenly treasure medicine can be applied for one plant every month. If the progress of martial arts training is fast, one more plant can be added."

"In our Xin'an City's martial arts foundation, there is a grandmaster in charge. There are eight second-level martial artists and sixteen first-level martial artists as teachers to answer your questions. If you have any questions, you can go and ask them."

"At the same time, the Martial Arts Foundation also has ten sleeping cabins for warriors. Of course, compared to exotic beast meat and precious medicines from heaven and earth, these are scarce resources. So according to the allocation, Luo Yong, you only have the right to use them once a week. If you can move from Qi and blood to the circulation of Qi and blood throughout your body within a month, you can use them once more per week."

"Until you become a warrior. Once you become a warrior, our martial arts foundation will give you a large gift based on your performance. For example, if you become a warrior at the age of sixteen, we can directly give you the right to use the warrior sleeping cabin for three years."

"A reward of one million Xiaguo currency and a house in Xin'an City..."

Zhou Ping didn't speak very fast, and his voice was light, but every word he said made the people around him stiffen their bodies, and they looked at Luo Da'an and Luo Yong in disbelief.

This is not just empty talk.

Once Luo Yong becomes a warrior, the Martial Arts Foundation can really spend a lot of money!

Luo Da'an has lived in the village in the city for three years, and he never expected that today his luck would really turn around and a phoenix would be born in a crow's nest!
"I've discussed the treatment. If you think it's okay, just sign here and I'll contact you later."

Zhou Ping took out an agreement from his briefcase and handed it to Luo Yong.

I watched Luo Yong pick up the pen and sign his name neatly.

He turned around, and the bodyguard beside him finally opened the suitcase after signaling, revealing three first-grade precious medicines.

"Of these three precious herbs, two have the effect of strengthening qi and blood, and the other one can restore qi and blood. It may have some effect on your mother's condition..."

"Brother Zhou...thank you!"

Looking at the ginseng that seemed to be glowing with precious light, Luo Yong felt that he would be willing to do anything in the next moment.

"No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Jiang Wushen. And the best way to thank Jiang Wushen is to practice martial arts. In the future, we will carry out Jiang Wushen's will, break down the hierarchy, and make everyone like a dragon."

At this point, Zhou Ping couldn't help but pat Luo Yong on the shoulder and whispered, "Come on."

"Ok!"

Luo Yong took the suitcase and looked at Zhou Ping, who turned around and left without staying for long, with tears in his eyes.

He has always admired and worshipped Jiang Wushen.

But they always felt that Jiang Wushen was too far away from them.

It's like being from two different worlds.

But now, the Martial Arts Foundation has appeared and Zhou Ping has come to visit.

He then realized that God Jiang Wu had been paying attention to them.

Break down the hierarchy.

Everyone is like a dragon.

This is the true meaning of martial arts!
(End of this chapter)