Alienated Martial Arts

Chapter 1
The dark clouds are low, and the mountains and rain are about to come.

A gust of whirlwind blew past, rolled up a large cloud of dust, and added a layer of dim yellow mask to the entire long street.

The air was filled with a strong stench of corruption, and in this sultry and oppressive weather, it rushed straight to the forehead, making people want to vomit.

Vendors on the side of the road began to pack up their stalls, trying to get back home before the heavy rain came.

Putting away the unsold herbs, Wei Tao looked up at the increasingly dark sky, and quickly left with the package on his back.

He was just over 1.6 meters tall, with a thin and thin body. He was wearing an obviously large coarse cloth, which looked like he was wearing a sack from a distance.

Leave the long street, turn into an alley, and you can go home a few hundred meters away.

Surrounded by dilapidated low-rise bungalows, they are in stark contrast to the red bricks and green tiles on both sides of the long street.
Not to mention the deep mansions where the nobles live in the inner city, they are two completely different worlds.

Across the puddle of sewage on the ground, Wei Tao frowned slightly, his eyes fell on a severed finger that was soaked and rotted, and he quickened his pace, which was not slow at all.

The silence around him made him a little nervous.

If it wasn't for the fear of getting wet from the herbs he worked so hard to pick and dry, he wouldn't want to take shortcuts and cross these gloomy and narrow alleys.

I heard that the Wuyi Gang, which was originally entrenched nearby, provoked a certain nobleman in the inner city. The leader and several gang backbones evaporated directly, and no one was alive or dead.

It immediately caused chaos in this area, and the flames of several forces will not continue until the dust of the territory is settled.

This is a common phenomenon in the outer city. Various gangs are popular, each occupying a territory, or monopolizing a certain business, forming a fragile dynamic balance in the fighting.

Even the poor who collect medicines and firewood for a living, there are brave and ruthless people who have established a medicine gang.

Although the Yaobang has no territory in the city, it runs rampant in the mountains outside the city. Yaonong has to hand in a certain amount of offerings every month, otherwise there is no guarantee of personal safety in the mountains.

This is the Great Zhou Dynasty, the second year of Qianfu.

A chaotic era in which imperial power declined, Jiedu envoys supported themselves, wars continued, and the people were in dire straits.

It has been nearly half a year since Wei Tao came to Cangyuan City. From being helpless at the beginning to accepting helplessly later, he still has to work hard to survive, and he no longer sees the shadow of the former [-] programmer.

He sighed secretly, tightened the burden on his back, and suddenly stopped in front of a pile of rubbish.

Two figures, one tall and one short, jumped down from the wall, blocking his way one after the other.

Each of them held a wooden stick in their hands, and the rusty iron nails inlaid on the top were clearly visible.

"Brother, borrow two copper coins to spend."

"We are members of the Hidden Sword Society, so we can be regarded as making friends."

He doesn't even have a real knife, and he still has the face to say that he is a member of the Hidden Sword Society.

Wei Tao was silent for a while, but still took off the burden on his back, and at the same time spread his palms, revealing two blackened copper coins.

"Squatting in the market all afternoon, I sold it for such a small amount of money. If the two elder brothers don't dislike it, they will take away the herbs in the bag."

"If you borrow two coppers, you only have two coppers, bad luck!"

The tall man cursed in a low voice, turned around and took a few steps, but turned back, took the two copper plates from his hand, and spat heavily on the ground.

After the two of them left, Wei Tao's tense body slowly relaxed, let go of the medicine spatula hidden in his sleeve, and reached out to catch a drop of rainwater.

Fortunately, these two people just took the copper coins and left, and did not get angry at him.

If he really wanted to do it, he might be able to kill one with the spatula hidden in his sleeve, but as long as he was hit by a wooden stick, even if he missed the vital point, that rusty nail would kill him. life.

The heavy rain poured down, and everyone and their burdens were drenched in an instant.

The dried herbs are still wet.

After a few days of hard work, it was just like that.

Wei Tao carried the ticking package dripping down the water, but he didn't feel too sad.

Because life is so difficult, when you find it difficult to accept or even understand, you can only calm down and hold on, looking forward to the turnaround.

He thought his turning point was always there.

But haven't been able to find a way to use it.

It was a golden rune that came along with him through time travel.

Only he can perceive it when he concentrates his mind, and the golden symbol is completely undetectable to others.

It has been rotating slowly, and will give itself a gold coin every once in a while.

In half a year, he has accumulated six gold coins, which is one gold coin per month on average.

However, gold coins are also illusory, so there is no possibility of using them at all.

Otherwise, as long as you can take out one, your life will be greatly improved, and you may even get the opportunity to go to the inner city to seek life, and escape from the outer city, which is a big quagmire full of danger and oppression.

Drenched in the rain for a while, he waded through the muddy sewage, crossed this alley, turned two more turns, and finally returned home.

This is a small narrow courtyard. The stone house that has been in disrepair for a long time is leaking, and several small puddles have accumulated on the ground.

Before the rest of the family came back, Wei Tao put down the drenched package, turned around and started a fire by the stove.

Pour water, boil the pot, put a few handfuls of old rice on it, and cut some wild vegetables dug up while picking herbs, even if it solves the dinner for the night.

It is impossible to eat dry rice. In this kind of night that does not require work, being able to have a bowl of rice soup to fill the stomach is already the result of the joint efforts of the whole family.

When the aroma of rice began to permeate, the courtyard door outside creaked.

A middle-aged couple walked in with a young girl.

They are Wei Tao's parents and elder sister. Wei's father and mother mainly make a living as carpenters. When they can't find work, they can only go to the mountains to chop firewood and collect herbs, struggling to maintain the daily expenses of the family.

But recently, my elder sister Wei Hong found a job in a jade workshop through her relationship. After calculation, she can earn a lot more money than collecting medicines, and it is more stable.

Today was her monthly rest, and her parents were worried that it would be dangerous for her to come back alone, so they allocated half a day early to take her back home from the jade workshop near the inner city.

"The dried herbs are soaked through." Wei Tao arranged the dishes on the table and lit the only oil lamp at home.

Father Wei was slightly taken aback, and then showed a gentle smile, "It's fine to dry it after getting wet, as long as people don't catch cold."

Sister Wei Hong took out an oiled paper bag from the coarse cloth pocket, and took out an earthen pot, which exuded a faint aroma of wine.

"Little brother, I got paid for the first time today, and I bought a pig's head meat specially for you, which weighs half a catty."

Mother Wei washed two wine cups, handed one to Wei Rongxing, and placed the other in front of Wei Tao.

"Drink shochu to warm up your body, or you'll catch a cold."

Brown rice porridge, mixed with wild vegetables, a mouthful of stewed meat and a mouthful of wine.

These seemingly ordinary things in the previous life looked so delicious on this cold rainy night.

Halfway through the meal, Father Wei, who doesn't drink much, turned red.

For the first time, he picked up half a piece of pork head and put it into his mouth to chew carefully. After a long silence, he suddenly said, "All the money the family has saved over the years has been put together, and it is already enough for brother Tao to go to the martial arts school to pay for his apprenticeship."

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