My technique advances once a day

After finalizing the rules of each link, the few people stopped talking and started to act.

The Lin family father and son did not say much, and immediately rewrote the three volumes of ordinary boxing handouts and shuffled the page numbers.

After that, without any stop, the two of them each carried different parts of the handouts, jumped on the galloping horses, and headed straight for Taihe County, 200 miles away.

There, large-scale bookstores stood in rows, with professional capabilities for engraving and compiling.

In contrast, ordinary county towns like Qingyang City can only provide basic industries such as raw materials and paper, pens and ink, and cannot meet higher demands.

If it is handwritten, Shen Yuan thinks he can afford the huge labor cost.

But the speed of labor is there, even if it is to print 2,000 copies to test the water, it is unknown how many months it will take!

Lu Yang, the manager, was not idle either. He took the rare-level "Tiger Roaring Fang" and three sets of ordinary boxing to the Jiang's Chamber of Commerce in the city to discuss business cooperation.

This is easy.

The Jiang Chamber of Commerce has branches in various cities, but they are different in size and financial strength.

But purchasing a rare martial arts book or co-selling it is enough in Qingyang City.

Shen Yuan returned to the courtyard and began to write a pirated series of ordinary boxing handbooks.

He took off the black cloak that covered people's eyes, changed into a casual and plain wide-sleeved robe, and walked towards the door.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning fell, soft and bright, and inadvertently fell on Shen Yuan.

He stood in the courtyard, bathed in the golden light, as if surrounded by the warmth of peeing on the bed.

After a short rest, Shen Yuan walked to the stone table under the shade of the tree. The sunlight passed through the thick leaves and scattered on his plain robe, giving him a layer of mottled color.

The clothes swayed gently with his steps, making him reveal the gentle and elegant temperament of a Confucian scholar in his every move.

After placing the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the small stone table and eating some food, Shen Yuan started to pick up the pen and dip it in ink.

This writing took several hours.

Putting down the brush in his hand, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, kneaded his sore right arm, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Writing this is much more tiring than killing demons."

After all, his requirement is that even if you practice pirated copies, you must achieve the effect of strengthening your body, which is a test of a person's martial arts skills.

Otherwise, if there are mistakes and omissions, it will cause ambiguity, which will either make a person useless or turn him into a bloodthirsty demon.

Fortunately, Shen Yuan has the most basic skills, but it takes some time to write.

Of course, he can only guarantee that after reading this pirated copy, he will strengthen his body. As for whether anyone will become a demon through practice, he is not sure.

After all, he found that many martial artists only know some simple characters, or can't read at all, and dare to practice according to what others say.

Bufan practiced the words "Yan Yang Fist" according to "Huo Ri Hand".

It is normal in this world to practice after knowing half of the words.

Let alone "Yan Yan Fist" and "Long Hu Jin"...

In this way, who can guarantee what the final result will be?

He picked up the thick and heavy booklet and shook it in the wind to let the ink dry quickly.

Shen Yuan was bored, and his thoughts began to diverge during this gap:

"Maybe I should also open a printing factory, so that I can earn more and do more things."

"As long as I save enough money, I can avoid the current situation where I can only rely on fighting and killing to obtain more advanced martial arts."

Shen Yuan is not Chao Xiong, so he naturally doesn't like fighting and killing, and living on the edge of a knife.

But primitive accumulation always has to make a living on the edge of a knife.

But now he has gradually accumulated martial arts, and with the support of the Zhuxie Yamen, there are demons gathered in Hanyu City to send various martial arts skills.

With the collection of a large number of martial arts, it can be said that in the next year, the rare-level martial arts in his hands can be published at a terrifying speed of one volume per month.

At this time, it is particularly important to have his own printing factory and sales channels.

"But letting others sell may not be without benefits."

Shen Yuan knows the pros and cons. The rare-level martial arts are extraordinary. Once they appear and flow into the market, they will naturally attract people with ulterior motives to spy on them and explore their sources, thereby seeking greater benefits.

At this time, the middleman of the Jiang Chamber of Commerce plays the role of a moat.

At least it can allow the peepers to spend more time to investigate.

Of course, if the peepers come from the channel itself, Shen Yuan will not be angry.

However, Shen Yuan also believes that the Jiang Chamber of Commerce will not be so short-sighted, otherwise it would not be so crowded and stand in Fengguo for hundreds of years.

Let's talk about two things.

In the Jiang Chamber of Commerce, Lu Yang stepped into the luxurious hall early with four volumes of boxing.

People were coming and going in the Chamber of Commerce. Many of them were covered in dirt, and it seemed that they had done grave digging.

There were also many people covered in blood, and it seemed that they had done a business of killing people and were selling stolen goods here.

Lu Yang, who was innocent, became an extremely conspicuous existence here.

"Hey, Manager Lu! What big business are you going to do this time!"

The waiter who greeted and sent off saw Lu Yang and immediately came up to him enthusiastically.

He knew that the Qingliu Gang was behind the destruction of the Zhao family, which was so big in the city, and he could not afford to be careless.

"Would you like to take a look at the newly-released martial arts?" Lu Yang explained his purpose directly and handed over the bag behind him.

The boy wiped his sweat and said, "No, Manager Lu, we'd better let our shopkeeper take charge."

He has not forgotten the lesson he learned last time. He still vividly remembers the appearance of Patriarch Zhao, including his spine and scorpion.

Who knows if the Qingliu Gang has destroyed another family today and killed another family!

Lu Yang was a little disappointed when he saw the boy trotting into the inner hall.

After a few minutes, the curtain in the inner hall was raised, and an old man with gray hair walked out quickly.

"Manager Lu, nice to meet you!"

The shopkeeper clasped his fists politely towards Lu Yang, and Lu Yang returned the gesture with clasped fists: "I've met the shopkeeper."

"I heard that Manager Lu is here with some martial arts books this time. Can you let me check them first?"

"Of course you can, but the shopkeeper must not forget to protect his mind."

Inspection is a necessary process, so Lu Yang handed over the booklet generously.

Although he gave a kind reminder, seeing the shopkeeper smiling and not caring at all, Lu Yang could only tense up and put on a posture of preparing to help others.

Naturally, the shopkeeper didn't notice Lu Yang's movements. He was entirely focused on the martial arts books. He didn't avoid outsiders and read directly in the crowded hall.

He came here to sell martial arts. He didn't see a thousand people, but he also saw eight hundred. There was nothing surprising.

The most expensive martial arts in these people's hands is only a thousand taels of silver.

Is it possible that there is something strange about martial arts today?

The reason why he didn't dare to neglect and greet him personally was just because the person coming was involved in destroying the Zhao family.

"The roaring tiger's teeth..."

After looking at the name of the martial arts school on the cover, the shopkeeper nodded. It was undeniable that the writing was really good.

Even though he started working as a boy in the Chamber of Commerce and has been writing for sixty years now, he still cannot write such cold words!

But he quickly shook his head slightly and sighed, no longer paying much attention to this new booklet.

Regardless of whether this martial arts book is profound and precious or not, naturally only the original is often the most valuable, and what is recorded in it is the crystallization of the wisdom of the predecessors.

You have a handwritten book. Putting aside everything else, who can guarantee whether there are any deletions in it?

No matter how good the handwriting is, it won't add any value!

But in order to make Lu Yang look better, the shopkeeper still symbolically turned the page.

then……

"ah!"

A sharp and painful howl came out of the shopkeeper's throat, causing countless people in the hall to look over in confusion.

Those who didn't know, thought he was poked.

I saw the shopkeeper holding several books in his hands, his eyes dull, his face dazed, and his body swaying a little.

He opened the pages of the book in his arms, and before he could take a closer look, his eyes were occupied by a dazzling white light.

Then this white light filled his entire mind inexplicably, causing him to lose his mind briefly and couldn't help crying out in pain:

"Fuck, it turns out..."