My technique advances once a day

In front of the gambling house, not all young masters can ignore the large notice board with black letters on yellow paper, and even make a few jokes casually.

There were also people passing by who looked a little uneasy after seeing the notice.

"Does the young master owe the Jinya Gang money?" The elderly martial artist noticed something was wrong with his young master and asked softly.

"Um."

When asked by the old martial arts master at home, Lin Changfeng did not hide anything, "I came here with Master Zhao and the others to play and borrow some in the past few months."

He immediately added: "I thought I could win and subsidize my family's expenses."

"I believe what you say, young master, but why don't you understand the principle of losing nine out of ten bets!" The old martial artist shook his head with a sigh in his words.

Lin Changfeng remained silent and regretted it when he thought about it now, but when he heard the people around him making fun of the Qingliu Gang, he asked:

"Old Zhang, do you really think you can do what these guys said without paying back the Qingliu Gang's money?"

"No! You absolutely must not, Master!"

Lao Zhangtou's expression tightened and he immediately dissuaded him and began to explain the pros and cons:

"The Qingliu Gang may have been just a small gang in the city in the past, but now it is the figure who unifies the eight gangs! Even if it is not the Qingliu Gang or the Golden Teeth Gang, they may not give face to the current Lin family! "

"Now that the Qingliu Gang can sit in the position of the Gold Teeth Gang, it must have been after ten or twenty years of accumulation and forbearance that it has such unfathomable strength!"

As he said this, the martial artist Lao Zhang narrowed his eyes:

"Even if the Qingliu Gang is just a puppet, and it is not his ability to be in this position now, then there must be someone behind it to add fuel to the flames!"

"But no matter which one it is, it proves that the strength of the Qingliu Gang is extremely terrifying! If the young master doesn't treat it carefully, I'm afraid there will be a disaster of family destruction and death!"

Every time Old Zhangtou said something, Lin Changfeng's face became uglier, and by the end of the sentence, there was no color left on his face.

Seeing that his young master remained silent, fearing that he would not take him seriously, Lao Zhangtou continued:

"Sir, it may have taken the Qingliu Gang from a small gang to the unified eight gangs in ten or twenty years, from behind the scenes to the front."

"But who dares to say that ten or twenty years later, the big businessmen in this city will not be in a different situation?"

"It's not that I'm old and careless. I've lived for more than fifty years now, and I've seen a lot of tall buildings rising and falling."

"And these families are often not knocked down by big events. In the final analysis, it's all inconspicuous little things!"

Speaking of this, Lao Zhangtou softened his tone:

"I wonder how much the young master borrowed this gold tooth... How much did the Qingliu Gang cost? When is the return date? Old Zhangtou, I still have some silver here that I can use to top it off."

This old Zhangtou has been with Lin Changfeng for twenty years, and Lin Changfeng still knows the importance of what he says.

But these words were indeed serious. Lin Changfeng's lips were pale, and he mumbled a few times before making a sound:

"One thousand taels of silver with interest, return it today!"

"What!" Lao Zhangtou took out the broken silver cloth bag from his arms and waved his hand, making him unable to stand still.

This thousand taels of silver, given the current situation of the Lin family, it took two years of hard work and hard work to earn it back!

Where can I afford it!

"Old Zhangtou, what do you think I should do?" Lin Changfeng was a little confused and looked at his old martial artist with dull eyes.

Lao Zhangtou frowned, and then his brows opened, and he already had a solution:

"Let's go back to the master immediately. Even if the family is poor now, as the master, there are always some old friends. Even if it doesn't work, it is a good thing that the master can at least reduce the interest rate!"

"No, absolutely not! My father will beat me to death if he knows this!" Lin Changfeng was extremely reluctant when he heard that he wanted to go back to find his father.

Lao Zhang said confidently: "Don't worry, sir, I will never beat you to death!"

Lin Changfeng was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because you are the only one in your family, I will beat you half to death at most!"

Lin Changfeng: "..."

Even though he was reluctant, one thousand taels of silver was too much and the matter was so important that Lin Changfeng could only rush home.

As soon as he got home, the servant standing at the door of the house hurriedly said that the master was sending people to look for him everywhere, and when he was found, he asked him to go to the reception hall.

Lin Changfeng knew something was wrong. He knew that a debt collector was coming to his door.

But now that the matter has come to this, he can only go through with it.

"After all, I am also the eighth level of inner strength! I can still withstand the beating!"

He was thinking this in his mind, but Lao Zhangtou seemed to have seen through his thoughts and floated over:

"I am at the ninth level of internal strength. It will still hurt to hit you!"

When Lin Changfeng heard this, his body swayed, and he almost didn't fall on the spot. He turned around and glanced at Lao Zhangtou resentfully, and then looked at the living room a few steps away. He simply gave up on his knees and crawled in.

As soon as he entered the room, Lin Changfeng saw the middle-aged man sitting in the main seat, whose face was ashen, dark and filled with anger.

Sitting on a chair on one side was a gentle-looking young man who looked harmless.

Feeling its strength, it is as if you have just entered the inner state of strength.

However, Lin Changfeng did not dare to underestimate him. If a weak person from the Qinglin Gang came to settle the debt, he might be giving face to the Lin family.

How could a gang that could unify eight gangs not have a few masters in charge?

"What did you do with the money?" Lin Yue looked at the figure climbing into the house from the main seat, with his fingers splayed on the armrest, wishing he could kill the traitor on the spot.

"Gambling." Lin Changfeng did not dare to hide it and told the truth. He did not quibble or explain and buried his head even lower.

"Great! You have become more capable and even got involved in gambling!" Lin Yue's tone was fierce, but there was more disappointment in his eyes.

He said nothing more and looked at the yellow paper IOU beside him. When he saw the debt of one thousand taels of silver, he aged more than ten years in an instant.

If it were in previous years, the one thousand taels of silver would just be sent to the steward to get it. Why call back this rebellious son?

But... now the Lin family is struggling to make ends meet, and all relatives and friends have cut off their ties and no longer have any contact. Let alone one thousand taels of silver, it is difficult for the whole family to squeeze out one hundred taels of silver today.

What's more, this rebellious son is addicted to gambling, so even if there is ten thousand gold, it will not be enough!

For a while, the hall fell into silence.

Shen Yuan was not in a hurry. He quietly tasted the tea with no taste and fragrance, and saw what rules the father and son came up with.

Since he entered the Lin Mansion, he felt that the population was sparse and the place was in a state of desolation.

He also knew that the Lin Mansion was probably in trouble.

But no matter what, the money had to be received today, even if it was less!

Otherwise, once the beginning was made, the money later would be even more difficult to get.

After a moment of silence, Lin Changfeng, who was kneeling in the hall, broke the silence first.

"Brother, I wonder if you can use something to pay off these debts?"

Lin Changfeng raised his head, his eyes inexplicably brightened, as if he had made some kind of determination.

Lin Yue, who was sitting on the main seat, kept silent and did not interrupt, but watched what his son was going to say.

"It depends on what it is." Shen Yuan responded lightly.

"Martial arts." Lin Changfeng said.

"What realm martial arts?"

"Tongmai realm!"

"Okay!" Hearing that it was a martial arts technique of Tongmai realm, Shen Yuan nodded without changing his expression, but in fact, he was already overjoyed in his heart.

You know, after he defeated the Jin Ya Gang, he didn't see a single martial art of Tongmai Realm! You can imagine how difficult it is to obtain this martial art of Tongmai Realm.

I think these are all family heirlooms. If you have one, and your realm matches, you are already qualified to open a school in the city!

Shen Yuan thinks it is worth it to get one copy of such martial arts with one thousand taels of silver!

And when Shen Yuan nodded in agreement, Lin Changfeng's eyes, who was kneeling on the ground, became brighter.

He hurriedly got up and quickly took out a blue booklet and handed it over with both hands.

"Bone-penetrating Grabbing Hands"

Shen Yuan glanced at the cover, and then began to read the second martial art of Tongmai Realm he had obtained eagerly.