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

Afternoon:

Chu Qing did not practice martial arts.

Instead, he went to catch mantises.

One hundred

[You watched a mantis fight]

Five hundred

[You watched a mantis fight]

One thousand

As the night fell, the occupation column flickered:

[Chu Qing]

[Realm - Tendon Training 0/15]

[Kung Fu: Mantis Fist Mastery - Practice 100 times a day, swallow secret medicine, and achieve great success in a thousand days. ]

[Promotion conditions: 1: Watch a hundred mantis fights, 2: Swallow a portion of Mantis Fist secret medicine. ]

Huh!

Chu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, he didn't have to eat mantises.

But, the promotion conditions this time were a bit difficult.

"The first condition is easy."

"The second condition"

It was just getting dark, and it was still early for the gangs to start fighting.

Chu Qing pondered for a while and decided to go to the martial arts hall first.

Only seven or eight boys and girls were training in the huge martial arts arena.

Chu Qing saw Shi Tiezhu at a glance.

This burly young man moved around and his moves were quite smooth.

"He's almost at the entry level."

At this time, Shi Tiezhu also saw Chu Qing.

"I thought he had given up."

"I didn't expect that he secretly practiced more?"

"But he's not as good as me."

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Chu Qing moved around and mastered the Mantis Fist, which could mobilize more tendons and bones.

He improved faster.

The tendons of his arms, hands, and feet were hot and numb.

The feeling was obvious.

Under normal circumstances:

Practitioners progress step by step and will not feel such obvious feelings.

But Chu Qing started at the mastery level.

The training effect was nearly a hundred times faster than the entry level.

In this way, he could accurately sense the strengthening parts.

Once

Three times

Five times

Gurgle!

I'm hungry.

Chu Qing ran straight to the cafeteria.

Shi Tiezhu was stunned.

"You're leaving after just five practices?"

"This guy is no good."

Shi Tiezhu gave up on Chu Qing completely, and moved around to train seriously.

The big cafeteria:

Chu Qing wolfed down his food and observed his surroundings.

He found that:

The boys in sackcloth only ate free food in the cafeteria.

The boys and girls in cloth would pay for a portion of braised pork.

"The poor are good at literature, while the rich are good at martial arts!"

"People from poor families can't even get enough food, so how can they keep up with the rich?"

After eating a dozen corn cakes and five or six bowls of oily vegetable soup, Chu Qing felt full.

He moved his limbs, full of strength.

There were obvious muscle strands on his arms and legs.

He clenched his fists, and his knuckles cracked.

"My strength has increased."

[Chu Qing]

[Realm - Tendon Training 0/20]

[Kung Fu: Praying Mantis Fist Mastery - Practice a hundred times a day, swallow secret medicine, and achieve great success in a thousand days. 】

[Promotion conditions: 1: Watch a hundred mantis fights, 2: Swallow a portion of Mantis Fist secret medicine. 】

Realm column, tendon training progress increased by 5.

And just now, he played Mantis Fist five times.

"Mastery level, one time can improve 1."

"What if it's great success?"

"What about perfection?"

"Others can enter after ten days, and then take the preliminary examination."

"If I use the great success or even perfection level boxing to train, the chance is higher."

At this moment, Chu Qing is eager to be promoted to Mantis Fist.

The eldest brother and several good fellow disciples are eating in the small cafeteria.

Medicinal stewed beef, secret chicken soup, fish, shrimp, mutton, all kinds of nourishing ingredients, everything is available.

"Eldest brother, do you think this group of idiots can pass the preliminary examination?"

A fellow disciple was gnawing on the roasted lamb leg, his mouth full of oil.

The eldest brother frowned and said lightly:

"Don't call them fools."

The fellow disciples muttered: "They are all fools."

"I practiced for half a year and didn't pass the preliminary exam."

"They crammed for a month and still want to pass?"

"If this isn't foolishness, what is it?"

The other fellow disciples laughed and said: "There are 180 places a year, and the children of the fortresses, the rich and powerful, and the children of wealthy businessmen occupy 70 to 80 places."

"Thousands of people compete for the remaining 20 to 30 places."

"How many can pass?"

The eldest brother knocked on the table and said lightly: "Be careful with your words!"

A fellow disciple sighed:

"Once you enter the martial arts academy, Soaring into the sky."

"If I had bought a few secret medicines, I would have been able to train a few more iron bars. By then, I would have been in prison."

A fellow disciple drank a mouthful of the medicine and sighed:

"Do you know Zhao Hu, who was in the same period as me?"

"Three years ago, he was admitted to the martial arts academy; now the grass on his grave is taller than mine."

The eldest brother frowned and said, "Zhao Hu? He had good qualifications, why did he die?"

"He refused to be a dog."

"The children of the fortress beat all his bones."

"Then, merchants were not allowed to sell a grain of food to his family, and he starved to death."

Everyone was silent, and the house was silent.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The knock on the door interrupted the silence.

"Who?"

"Eldest brother, I am Chu Qing."

The door opened, Chu Qing clasped his fists and saluted:

"Eldest brother, I want to ask about the secret medicine."

The eldest brother looked up and down, only feeling familiar, but shook his head secretly.

A fellow disciple curled his lips and said coldly: "You are wearing sackcloth and barefoot, and you don't even want to wear straw sandals."

"Do you have money to buy secret medicine?"

"Go out, don't disturb us while we eat."

Chu Qing clasped his fists and remained silent.

The eldest brother sighed and said: "One portion of the mantis secret medicine costs fifty taels of silver."

"Bring the money here, and I'll give you the secret medicine."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Chu Qing retreated and closed the door.

There was a faint voice coming from inside the house:

"Ma Yi is barefoot and has money to buy secret medicine?"

"You may not be able to enter the martial arts academy even if you take the secret medicine."

"If you enter the martial arts academy, why don't you treat yourself like a dog?"

"I really want to be a dog, but there is no way!"

"Be careful!"

As night falls, hundreds of gangsters from the Blood River Gang and the Iron Leg Gang kill each other.

As a minion, Chu Qing should have gone.

But, he didn't go.

Instead, they boxed at the gang station in front of the money hall leader, Fatty Jin.

He tossed and turned, his moves were quite smooth, and the wind was blowing.

After finishing a set of mantis punches, Chu Qing cupped his fists and said:

"Master, I've been practicing all day without even taking a break."

"In three days, three days at most, I will get started in Mantis Fist."

"With more than twenty days left, I will definitely be able to develop the iron tendon and pass the preliminary examination of the martial arts academy."

"If I join the martial arts academy, I will definitely be able to repay the gang's debt."

Fatty Jin pondered.

At first

At that time, he cursed.

"Chu Qing, Mai Yi and bare feet."

"I can't even afford food, can I enter the martial arts academy? Can I pay off my debts?"

"It's a loss-making business!"

But now it looks like there is hope?

In one day, I beat the mantis so hard that he was about to get started.

good.

By then, even if he fails to enter the martial arts academy, he can still work as a low-level thug in the gang and slowly pay off his debts.

"Yeah, I'm interested."

"Go ahead and keep working hard."

Chu Qing cupped his fists and said: "Master, if there is a secret medicine, I can not only get started in advance, but also practice more iron tendons by the end of the month."

"When the time comes, the chance of passing the assessment will be greater."

Fatty Jin's mouth twitched.

The secret medicine of Mantis Boxing is fifty taels per portion. He took three portions that year and developed three iron tendons.

But he still didn't get into the martial arts academy.

"no!"

Chu Qing said sincerely: "You have already invested dozens of taels in my entry fee. If you invest another few dozen taels, if I am lucky enough to be admitted to the martial arts academy, it will be of great benefit to you."

"Even if you don't pass the exam, I can still do a lot for you with the help of Mantis Fist."

Fatty Jin sneered: "There are many people in the gang who know Mantis Boxing, and even more of them do things for me."

Chu Qing whispered: "But Hall Master, the money belongs to the gang, and I belong to you."

Fatty Jin meditated, calculating gains and losses.

Chu Qing decided to add fuel to his fire.

"Quan has been wandering for half his life, and I only regret that he has never met his master. If the master of the hall does not give up, Quan is willing to be his adoptive father!" (Lv Bu's famous saying, all gentlemen know it)

Fatty Jin’s body was trembling with fat, and he sighed:

“What I want is not an adopted son.”

"That's all, you don't have to call me foster father. The gang will lend you this money."

Chu Qing was happy.

"But this is the last loan."

"Next time you want to borrow money, pay off the debt first."

Chu Qing cupped her fists and said, "Yes!"

Pay off the debt first next time?

What a joke.

Why should I pay back the money I borrowed based on my ability?

I'll let you know next time what it means: sunk cost.