Fantasy: Simplify the skills and become a master from a minion

Chapter 1 That year, I stood like a minion

In 987 AD, Chu Qing traveled through Shiji County.

spring:

"The preliminary examination of the martial arts academy is about the muscles and bones."

"Children of rich families, powerful people, have taken secret medicines and medicated baths since childhood to strengthen their muscles and bones."

"You are all ordinary people, even poor people; your muscles and bones are naturally inferior to them."

The senior brother of the Mantis Boxing Gym walked back and forth in front of a group of boys and girls wearing linen, barefoot, and cloth shoes.

Chu Qing, dressed in linen and barefoot, looked serious.

Three days ago, he traveled through time and received the memory of his predecessor.

In the Daqian Empire, the country was founded by force, and martial arts were prevalent; warriors killing ordinary people were like adults squeezing chickens.

It is said that there are strange arts besides martial arts, and those strange arts are even more terrifying and weird.

Since his parents died, his predecessor joined the Blood River Gang and became a flag-waving gangster.

In order to occupy a high position, the predecessor worked hard to wave the flag and shouted loudly.

Unfortunately, after more than a year of hard work, I got nothing but beatings.

The loan shark tricked his predecessor into taking out a loan so that he could apply for the martial arts academy.

After joining the martial arts academy, you can soar into the sky.

My predecessor wanted to make progress, and he happened to be sixteen years old and met the martial arts academy's assessment standards.

Therefore, he gritted his teeth and borrowed a loan at a high interest rate and joined the assault class of the Mantis Boxing Gym, hoping to sharpen his muscles and get admitted to the martial arts academy.

As a result, as soon as the person came in, Chu Qing took his place.

As a time traveler, naturally I don't want to be Mai's barefooted minions.

"I will kill anyone who stops me from flying into the sky."

"I want to enter the martial arts academy at all costs."

When you come to this world, if you don't stand high and soar into the sky, isn't your visit in vain?

Chu Qing secretly felt cruel.

"We at Mantis Martial Arts School are not good at fighting or charging into military formations."

"However, he is best at stretching and polishing his muscles."

The senior brother said with a proud look on his face: "There are thirty-six martial arts schools, large and small, in Shiji County. None of them can beat us in this regard."

"So joining the Mantis Martial Arts Assault Class is your clearest choice."

Chu Qing was familiar with it, this was the routine from his previous life!

The senior brother continued: "You pay, and we teach you kung fu."

"Look at me."

After saying that, the senior brother put his five fingers together, moved his body downwards, and swayed his limbs as if wailing.

call out!

The senior brother moved around like a large mantis, vivid and vivid.

One minute

five minutes

The eldest brother repeatedly performed the Mantis Boxing several times, allowing the teenagers to observe and learn from it.

"Okay, everyone will practice with me next!"

at this time:

A career column appeared in the void that only Chu Qing could see:

【Chu Qing】

【Realm——None】

[Kung Fu method: Mantis Boxing has not been introduced yet - practice thirty days a day and get started in ten days. 】

[Discover the skill Mantis Fist, and you can get started by swallowing ten mantises. 】

The attribute column appeared, and Chu Qing was happy.

This attribute column not only lists his basic information, but also gives methods to quickly improve his martial arts.

interesting.

"Don't be in a daze, practice quickly!"

There are martial arts disciples carrying wooden sticks to patrol.

If someone is distracted and doesn't move properly, he will hit him with a stick.

Chu Qing was distracted while looking at the career column, so he naturally received a stick.

Although the stick is wrapped in soft cloth, it hurts when knocked.

Chu Qing quickly followed suit and started practicing.

Not far away in the attic, the owner of the museum, Zhao Wuji, sometimes frowned and sometimes smiled.

When he saw Chu Qing being beaten in a daze, he even frowned:

"He is clothed in linen and barefoot, and his family is poor."

"You paid so much to enter the martial arts gym, and you actually got distracted?"

"This life is just Mai's barefoot life."

Beside it was a beautiful girl with red lips and white teeth, wearing a red skirt and tassels, and she said delicately:

"Father, please tell me, senior brother, to stop boasting, otherwise outsiders will laugh at me when I go to the martial arts academy."

Zhao Wuji smiled and said: "Hongxiu, what are you bragging about, senior brother?"

Hong Xiu said: "He said that Mantis Boxing is the best at training the muscles and bones."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and said: "Mantis Fist, tossing and turning, stretches the fascia; ordinary people can practice thirty-six iron tendons; those with extraordinary talent can practice thirty-six copper tendons."

"And this is already quite remarkable."

Zhao Hongxiu muttered: "But, they only have one month."

"How many of them will be able to practice iron bars in a month?"

Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "Let me take a look."

Zhao Hongxiu climbed on the railing and looked down at everyone, selecting the seedlings.

Martial arts training ground:

Chu Qing has two to three hundred boys and girls training hard.

once

three times

five times

Chu Qing felt pain in his muscles and bones all over his body, and the pain was even worse when he didn't move properly.

After persisting for several times, he was out of breath, sweating profusely, and could no longer practice.

Chu Qing waved his hand, and a martial arts disciple looked disdainful and took him aside to rest.

In the attic, Zhao Wuji said calmly:

"That barefoot boy will never be able to develop an iron bar in his lifetime."

Zhao Hongxiu nodded and said with regret: "Praying Mantis Boxing should be practiced at least thirty times a day."

"He only practiced five times and he couldn't bear it anymore."

"This person is not suitable for practicing martial arts."

Chu Qing moved his limbs slowly, not caring about other people's eyes.

This body's bones are weak and cannot bear it. It must rest when it is needed.

Otherwise, the person will be useless before the martial arts is completed.

Although he was resting, he was staring at his senior brother's posture and constantly trying to figure out his moves.

"My physical condition is too poor."

"It seems that the qualifications are not good either."

"It's impossible to practice thirty times a day."

"Fortunately, I can get started quickly."

At this time, the other hemp-clothed boys couldn't stand it anymore, and they retreated to rest one by one.

Seeing that there were many people, Chu Qing quietly left the martial arts hall and went out to find Mantis.

On the attic:

Zhao Wuji and Zhao Hongxiu saw it and were indifferent.

Every year, there are members of the assault class who give up halfway.

Although this year's give-up was quite early, they were not surprised.

Time passed.

Half an hour later:

There were only more than ten people left in the martial arts arena.

Zhao Wuji said calmly:

"These twelve people can train iron tendons by the end of the month; as for iron bones, it depends on their qualifications and resources."

Zhao Hongxiu nodded.

Martial arts, the most important thing is resources.

Good qualifications, without resource support, still can't go far.

Poor qualifications, with resource support, as long as you work hard, you can reach the sky.

"Let's go, you should practice martial arts too."

"Yeah!"

As the martial arts college entrance examination approaches, Shiji County is bustling.

There were vendors selling candied haws, making Tangren, and roasting chestnuts.

There were young men from the fortress outside the county, riding horses in brocade clothes, holding Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right, parading through the streets, attracting countless young ladies and wives.

Chu Qing stood by the road, looking at the group of people, and suddenly remembered a sentence from his previous life:

"A husband should be like this!"

Snap!

There was a whip, hitting him, like thunder.

Chu Qing shuddered.

I saw a man next to him, covering his face and rolling on the ground.

Soon, the bluestone road was stained red with blood.

Chu Qing sighed secretly.

"How arrogant!"

There were farmlands and lush vegetation outside the city, but there were no mantises.

In just a moment, he caught ten mantises.

Looking at the mantises with their fangs and claws bared, Chu Qing hesitated: "How about cutting off the head and tail and eating them?"