Start from the Martial Arts

"My fate...has changed?!" Fang Xiu looked at the Book of Destiny.

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The first page was originally shrouded in black air, full of ominous breath.

At this time, the white light ball slowly merged into it, and the black air was "squeezed" out, turning into a black light ball, floating around the Book of Destiny.

A faint white mist appeared on the first page, and the text also changed.

[Owner of fate: Fang Xiu (not in the rank)]

[Borrower of fate: Zhao Daqiang]

[Fate: Strong and strong]

[Rank: White · First rank]

[Effect: Your body will be stronger than ordinary people without exercise, and your arm strength will be 200 kilograms. Exercise the body, the effect is significant (can be improved)]

[Innate fate replacement interval: 60 days]

[Innate fate storage limit: 2/4]

"This feeling..." Fang Xiu widened his eyes.

The body that was originally weak and cold, now became full and strong, and a warm current surged throughout the body.

The cold was cured without medicine.

Fang Xiu found that the originally thin limbs seemed to have become stronger, but not obviously.

The appearance did not change much, but the body burst out with powerful strength.

In the previous life, the arm strength of an ordinary adult with one hand was between 60 kilograms and 120 kilograms.

An arm strength of 200 kilograms is close to the world record.

"The Book of Destiny... Change your fate against the will of heaven?!"

Fang Xiu seemed to understand the function of the Book of Destiny.

It can change your original talent or fate.

"I'm afraid it can only be borrowed, not returned..."

Looking at Zhao Daqiang who had already died in the cell, Fang Xiu felt touched.

Recalling the process of triggering the Book of Destiny.

"Could it be that... the premise is to kill someone?!"

Fang Xiu was suddenly shocked by this idea.

"It's called 'borrowing', but it's actually 'robbing'. Or... there are other conditions."

Fang Xiu pondered in his heart.

Not long after, Fang Xiu came back to his senses from the joy of changing his fate.

He thought of Zhao Daqiang's life.

"Normally, a family extermination case would be investigated in detail. Someone above acquiesced. Could it be that he colluded with the fourth leader of the Money Gang?"

Fang Xiu recalled based on the fragments in his memory.

After Zhao Daqiang was arrested, he "confessed" to the extermination of the Zhou family. No matter how he was tortured, he did not admit that he had an accomplice.

He was obviously worried that his younger brother and sister who were still outside would be retaliated by Jiang Ming, the fourth leader of the Money Gang.

"It seems that the water here is deeper than I thought." Fang Xiu frowned.

However, Zhao Daqiang hid some of the Zhou family's property in a dilapidated temple in the west of the city.

If he could get it, he could meet the expenses of practicing martial arts in the future.

Without martial arts, there is always no sense of security.

"It's too tense now, let's talk about it later."

Fang Xiu had been weak and sick since childhood. His father's salary and the money he got from prisoners were all used to treat his illness and buy medicine for him, so there was no extra money in the family.

Relying on his fate of [strong and healthy], he can get rid of the "medicine jar" in the future and have the capital to practice martial arts.

This time, he poisoned Zhao Daqiang and got five taels of cash, which was just right for him to find a martial arts hall in the county and learn some boxing and self-defense.

"It's time to call someone."

Fang Xiu reached out to pick up the wooden barrel on the ground, and suddenly stumbled and almost fell.

"Good guy!"

Before, he had difficulty even carrying an empty wooden barrel. When he lifted the barrel just now, he subconsciously exerted force, and it felt like he was hitting cotton with all his strength, and he almost fell to the ground.

Fang Xiu just walked to the entrance of the underground floor and ran into Ma Sandao head-on.

"How is it?" Ma Sandao lowered his voice.

"It's done." Fang Xiu looked calm. As a jailer, he was used to seeing life and death. Killing prisoners was nothing. Some perverts took pleasure in torturing people and their minds were completely twisted.

"Leave the rest to me." Ma Sandao nodded, took out a silver ingot from his arms and stuffed it into Fang Xiu's hand.

"Thank you, Uncle Ma."

"Go back and rest first."

......

After delivering the meal, Fang Xiu didn't have to work the night and left work early.

"Hiss~"

After leaving the county jail gate, the biting cold wind went straight into Fang Xiu's collar, but apart from the normal chill, his body temperature was not low.

It was obvious that the [strong and healthy] fate enhanced his physique. Before, his cold would definitely be aggravated.

Several colleagues invited Fang Xiu to go to Chunjiang Tower to watch the courtesan get married.

Fang Xiu declined politely.

As jailers, their monthly salary was only two coins of silver, which was two hundred coins.

The total salary for a year is only enough to listen to the courtesan sing a little song, and even her hand cannot be touched.

Even the jailer in the Tianlao of the capital of Yan State is said to have a monthly salary of only six coins of silver.

Of course, the main source of income for the jailers comes from the prisoners and their families.

From the moment the prisoners enter the prison, no matter what the crime is, the jailers will beat the prisoners, the means are very cruel, and sometimes even seriously injure the prisoners.

In order to avoid physical pain, those prisoners from wealthy families will ask their families to send a large sum of silver to bribe the jailers, and even those prisoners from poor families will try their best to collect the silver to give to the jailers.

As for those poor prisoners who really can't collect the money, in addition to being beaten, they have to squeeze six or seven people into an old cell of less than five square meters.

The old prison cell is located on the underground floor. It never sees sunlight all year round. It is cold and damp. There are old, weak, sick and disabled people in it. They eat, drink, defecate and urinate on the spot, so the environment is worse than a pigsty.

In such an environment, not to mention the prisoners who were beaten, even the healthy young people are very easy to get sick, and once they get sick, they can only wait to die.

There are also clean and tidy single cells in the prison. If you want to live in a single cell, you need to bribe the jailer with a large sum of silver.

The dignitaries and wealthy families who come in will not only not be tortured by the jailers, but can enjoy everything in the outside world, including clean clothes, fine wine and delicious food.

As long as the silver is enough, the jailers can even bring in the courtesan of Chunjiang Tower to play the piano and flute, so that the prisoners can enjoy the special style of the prison's fun suite.

However, most of the prisoners in the big prison are from poor families.

Even if they are not guilty of a serious crime, they will suffer endless torture if they are detained for a period of time without silver.

In this process, eight out of ten people get sick, and three out of ten people die.

"Forget it! With Xiu'er's small body, even if we raise money to send him to Miss Hanyan's room, I'm afraid his work will be useless!"

"Don't die in Miss Hanyan's belly and cause a death!"

Several old hands made jokes.

Miss Hanyan was the former courtesan of Chunjiang Tower. Although she was nearly thirty years old, she was still charming. It cost ten taels of silver to stay overnight.

Ten taels of silver is something that ordinary farmers can't save up even if they farm for a lifetime.

Faced with the teasing of several people, Fang Xiu didn't take it to heart.

He clenched his fists in his sleeves, feeling the abundant physical strength and power bursting out of his body.

......

The county prison is located on the edge of the inner city. After leaving the county prison gate, you can feel the prosperity and noise of the night market across several streets.

These have nothing to do with Fang Xiu.

All the money his father had plundered from the prisoners went to the pharmacy, and the house left for him was located in the corner of the outer city.

Fang Xiu left the gate of the inner city, spent fifty coins, bought a roast chicken, four buns, and a pot of rice wine at a shop on the street, and returned to Shiqiaofang in the east.

Near the moat, there is a row of single-family houses with courtyards.

Fang Xiu came to the first house on the left, unlocked the door on the black lacquered door, entered the cobblestone step, passed through the gatehouse, and there was a small courtyard inside.

There are two trees planted on both sides of the courtyard.

The one on the left is a loquat tree, symbolizing the prosperity of offspring, health and longevity.

As for the one on the right, it is also a loquat tree.

There is a small pond next to it, with a bamboo tube water drop timer, but because of the cold weather and the frozen water surface, the water drop timer can't be moved.

The courtyard is not big, but the layout is very elegant.

It is said that the original owner was a scholar. Later, because he offended the former prefect by writing poems, he was arrested and sent to the capital prison, so the yard was left vacant.

Fang Xiu's father was different from other jailers. He loved reading since he was a child and was quite talented. It was a pity that jailers were menial jobs. If someone engaged in this menial job within three generations, he would not be allowed to take the imperial examination to become an official.

Fang Xiu's father bought this yard, probably thinking of making up for some regrets.

The yard faces the main house, with two side rooms on each side.

Fang Xiu and his father both lived in the side room on the right. As for the two side rooms on the left, one was a guest room, and the other was used as a study by Fang Xiu's father, where he usually read and wrote.

There is also a backyard behind the side room. The toilet is on the far left, the kitchen is on the far right, and a small vegetable garden is opened up next to it.

Growing vegetables is also one of Fang Xiu's father's hobbies.

Fang Xiu came to the study and found a few travel books on the bookshelf to read.

I have become accustomed to watching short videos while eating. There are no mobile phones in this world, so I can only use travel notes instead.

It's just right to understand the local customs and practices of this place.

Fang Xiu didn't like reading before. If his father hadn't forced him with a stick, he might not have been able to read.

Fang Xiu was soon attracted by a miscellaneous book called "Xianjin Travel Notes".

"Dajin Xian Dynasty? Immortals?!"

It is said that in the far east, there is a country composed of immortals, called Dajin Xian Dynasty, where the immortals can fly, move mountains and seas, and do everything.

However, the author of Xianjin Travel Notes did not go to Dajin Xian Dynasty in person, but heard it from his ancestors.

The travel notes mentioned that his ancestors also passed down a profound breathing method. Among more than ten generations, only three people practiced it, but each of them became a martial arts master and was famous.

It's a pity that the descendants of later generations were unfilial and pawned the method.

"The so-called immortals, could they be immortal cultivators..." Fang Xiu's eyes lit up, and his heart was agitated.

There must be some exaggeration in the book, but since there are martial arts masters in this world, there may not be no immortal cultivators.

"If there are really immortal cultivators, as long as you practice martial arts to a high level, you will meet them sooner or later."

Fang Xiu was certain.

Among mortals, reaching the upper level, or even the top level, there is definitely hope to contact the world of immortal cultivators.

According to the "Xianjin Travel Notes", the strongest in martial arts can be on par with immortals, which shows that martial arts training is not without a future.

Compared with cultivating immortals, ensuring your own safety and improving your quality of life are the top priorities.

"There are many martial arts halls in the county, and the ones with higher strength requirements are the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall and the Tieyi Martial Arts Hall."

Fang Xiu recalled from memory.