MTL - Master of Fist-Chapter 7 Occasionally

"Since Brother Heng, you have officially started to practice martial arts, then your third uncle and I can't hide our clumsiness. You should take this book! If you don't understand anything, you can ask me or the masters in the house!"

As he said that, the third uncle went back to the room and took a book that was a little wrinkled and handed it over.

After receiving the booklet, the first thing that caught my eye was the large characters "Bloodline Fist".

"What is recorded in this book is a first-rank martial art, "Blood Line Fist", which I obtained in the early years. Although it is only a first-rank martial art, if it is practiced to a great degree, it can hardly be compared with a second-rank martial art. And this boxing method The last move is a desperate and fierce move, even if it is an ordinary second-rank move, it is far inferior!"

When the third uncle talked about his unique skills, he was full of praise, and he was a little proud on his face. Although this boxing technique is only a first-rank boxing technique, he finally completed it by integrating dozens of first-tier boxing techniques based on the original foundation. This is also his stunt for survival in the darts.

"Brother Heng, since you have made up your mind, practice hard. Once you have practiced boxing, you can get twice the result with half the effort!"

Jiang Heng nodded, it turned out that this was the third uncle's unique skill. However, when I heard that it was a first-class product, I was still a little disappointed in my heart, but I didn't show it. After all, no matter what I did, I couldn't become a fat man with one bite, and everything had to be done slowly.

The third uncle explained some of his experience in boxing, and told Jiang Heng to study hard, and if he didn't understand, he could ask him.

After talking for a full hour, the teacups on the table next to the two changed again and again. It wasn't until Jiang Heng saw that Uncle San was at the end of his conversation that he said goodbye.

Back in the small courtyard outside his bedroom, Jiang Heng drank the medicinal meal under Xiaorou's service, and heaved a few long breaths of relief.

After practicing all morning, Jiang Heng felt that his condition was better than ever. The feeling of relief after the pain is very refreshing.

No wonder I read some people in the fitness circle in my previous life saying that ironing can be addictive.

Go back to your own room.

Flipping through the boxing book I just got in the room, I immediately remembered the calligraphy and painting I saw on the street. After pondering for a long time, Jiang Heng immediately moved towards Xiao Judo.

"Xiaorou, do you know where the calligraphy and paintings are sold in the city?"

"Young master, this slave and maidservant know that it's just in the south of the city, and the young master wants to learn calligraphy and painting?" The girl looked at her young master suspiciously, her big eyes seemed to say, young master, are you joking?

"No!" Jiang Heng shook his head, he didn't have enough time to practice martial arts, how could he have time to learn these arty things.

"Take me to see!"

As soon as Jiang Heng and Xiaorou went out, before they got into the carriage, the two Confucian scholars dressed as scholars were waving their fans and talking while walking.

"Brother Liu, are you still going to Miss Xiaoyan's painting boat today? Tsk tsk, I heard that Miss Xiaoyan is a master of both piano and piano!" The two scholars were rushing on the road, and one of them was chatting with a slightly shorter and more wretched scholar. with.

The Confucian scholar known as Brother Liu frowned upon hearing this, turned his head and said something strange to his companion.

"Brother Li, don't you know?"

"Know what?" Li Shusheng asked with some doubts.

"Didn't Miss Xiaoyan die of drowning in the middle of last month?"

"Dead...dead...dead?"

The scholar surnamed Liu was obviously frightened, and he trembled a little in disbelief.

"Brother Li, don't be joking! Brother Zhang, Brother Zhao and I were on a cruise with Miss Xiaoyan last night!" Seemingly remembering something, the scholar Liu quickly retorted.

"Brother Zhang? Brother Zhao?" The scholar surnamed Li looked at Brother Liu in front of him even more strangely.

"Brother Liu...the bodies of Brother Zhang and Brother Zhao were caught by the people in the yamen early this morning."

"what?!"

The scholar surnamed Liu was really frightened at this moment.

"Brother Li...are you lying to me? Yes! You...you are lying to me!"

The scholar surnamed Li shook his head slightly, "Brother Liu, you can go to the yamen to have a look at it. The body is still there. I just copied the documents for the yamen this morning, and that's where I came from."

The scholar surnamed Liu obviously knew the details of the scholar surnamed Li, and his complexion became even paler upon hearing this.

"Brother Li, I... I... I still have something to do... I'm leaving now!"

Talking about it, the scholar surnamed Liu turned around and left in a hurry.

"Oh, Brother Liu!"

The two left almost in tandem.

Looking at the two departing figures, Jiang Heng's face darkened already.

If it was a day ago, he would not have believed in these weird things, but after what happened last night, Jiang Heng no longer maintains 100% disbelief in this matter. But have doubts!

Suspicion is because after all, I haven't really seen Sneaky yet!

"I don't know if I can survive if I meet that kind of ghost."

Thinking secretly in his heart, Jiang Heng already had a sense of urgency in his heart.

Get stronger!

Must become stronger!

Thinking of this, Jiang Heng became more and more upset and irritable, but what he lacks most now is time, so he just kept urging the carriage to go faster.

Thinking that there might be something wrong with the world he may be in, the sense of urgency in Jiang Heng's heart gradually increased.

The calligraphy and painting shop in the south of the city is not small, it is a two-story store called "Yihuazhai". Because of the prosperity of Dayan's literary style, there are many literati, and naturally there are many arty things.

This "Yihuazhai" is in the city, and the business is pretty good. It is said that there are masterpieces of some famous masters in Cangzhou, including famous paintings of Danqing masters, and copybooks of calligraphy masters, but the price is also extremely high~www.novelbuddy.com ~ Ordinary people can only pay their respects.

Jiang Heng flicked his robe, and led Xiao Rou into the shop first, while Lai Fu waited outside.

Today, Jiang Heng's clothes are different from the past. Because of his martial arts practice, he no longer likes the clothes of the frail young man in the past. The clothes he wears now are more capable and concise, although the appearance of this handsome young man is still the same.

Jiang Heng's style has completely changed, and he has become leaner, and the temperament of the old son of Baobao is gone.

"Yo! Young master, do you want calligraphy and painting?" The shopkeeper saw that Jiang Heng came in and there was a maidservant behind him, thinking that the family had a lot of money, he rushed over and cupped his hands and smiled.

"Yeah!" Jiang Heng didn't waste time, and said directly: "Do you have famous paintings and masterpieces here? Let's take a look at them all. If they are genuine works, you won't lose the money!"

Hearing Jiang Heng's domineering words, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and a benefactor came to his heart and quickly showed a brighter smile: "Hey! You have come to the right place, I don't have much else in Art Painting Studio, just There are countless calligraphy and paintings of this famous artist!"

"My lord, just do a little work, and I'll fetch it for you. Wenzhi is quick to serve tea to the distinguished guests!"

Talking about the shopkeeper, he walked slowly to the second floor.

Jiang Heng was also bored sitting on the middle seat in the store, and Xiaorou was standing behind the young master in a lively manner. She actually didn't understand why the young master suddenly became interested in calligraphy and painting.

Jiang Heng looked around, but saw that there were a lot of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the first floor of the art studio, all of which looked good, at least for laymen, they all seemed to be very good masterpieces.

what!

When he saw a certain copybook, Jiang Heng was stunned, because he felt a faint warm breath flowing from his eyes into the dantian of his abdomen.