Hedao

Chapter 7 Cold Iron Palm Courtyard
The city wall of Fangchao County is 20 meters high, majestic and tall, like a giant beast crouching at the foot of Wuyang Mountain.

The city walls and gates are patrolled and guarded by soldiers in armor and armed with swords and halberds, looking awe-inspiring.

The sun was just rising from the distant horizon at this time.

A large number of people from outside the city who wanted to enter the city had already gathered outside the city gate. Although these people were poorly dressed, they were much better than the fleeing refugees who cowered and gathered by the official road, who wanted to come forward but did not dare to come forward.

Those fleeing refugees were all in ragged clothes, unkempt, sallow and emaciated, looking like they were tossed and displaced and malnourished.

Qin Ziling even saw several corpses of refugees lying on the side of the road outside the city, and a yamen servant was instructing people to load those corpses onto a rack cart, and then creakingly pulled them towards the chaotic graves outside the city.

"Hey, when will this kind of world be a head!"

"That's right, it is said that now Nanding Prefecture Mu Wanglang has made himself king, and those who don't obey will be killed and blood will flow like a river. Maybe one day they will be killed in our Xiyun Prefecture!"

"It is said that the Luodian Kingdom in the southwest has also rebelled. It invaded the border many times, burned, killed and looted, and committed all kinds of crimes. Many people fled Heya County."

"In Jiugao County, I heard that the floods and locust plagues have caused the people in many places to have no crops. However, the government not only did not open the granary and distributed relief items, but also continued to increase taxes. Now in Jiugao County, it is said that the bones of the dead are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, that is miserable."

"Hmph, how good is our Fangli County? Who dares to go out for ordinary people now? There are horse thieves and gangsters everywhere, and it seems that the surrounding area of ​​the city is still calm, and there are some people. It is more than ten miles away. Take a look. How many other families are there? Those officials only know how to fight for power in the city, have fun, oppress the people, and collect money, but no one is willing to lead troops to wipe out the bandits."

"Hush! It's not easy to talk nonsense!"

"Oh, this world is not peaceful!"

"..."

Qin Ziling stood in the crowd, looked at the scene in front of him, and heard the people whispering, he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

In the past, he only saw descriptions of suffering in troubled times, life as worthless, and even eating children in history books, but that was too far away after all. Living in a prosperous and prosperous age, Qin Ziling's imagination was beyond his imagination. is very pale.

It wasn't until ten days ago that he was reborn in a feudal chaotic world that was very similar to the history books, that he truly realized what suffering is in troubled times, and that life in troubled times is worthless.

In such a chaotic world, there is no power, no power, a poor family, the house is located outside the city, and there is only a village protected by a dilapidated low wall. He has no achievements in martial arts. He can only deal with three or five big men who have not practiced martial arts. Once the war spreads to the county, or horse thieves flee to this area, it will be difficult for him to protect himself, let alone protect his family and save the common people. a joke.

So, a few days ago, after Qin Ziling recognized his situation, he was really desperate.

It wasn't until yesterday that Qin Ziling's heart was lit with hope.

The thumb and index finger of his right hand lightly pinched a faint black skin pattern on the little finger of his left hand, and Qin Ziling entered the city gate boldly.

The county city is divided into inner city and outer city.

There are also walls and moats in the inner city, and the people living in it are all the rich and famous families and dignitaries of the county.

Four streets from east to west and six streets from north to south divide the whole city into lifangs of different sizes.

After Qin Ziling entered the West City Gate, he crossed two streets and came to the big house with two stone lions in front of a gate in Xianyuanfang, XC District.

There is a plaque on the lintel of the vermilion gate of the mansion, with four vigorous characters written, "Han Tie Zhang Yuan".

Qin Ziling pushed open the vermilion door, and what appeared in front of him was a spacious training ground.

The martial arts training ground has gathered about twenty people, some men and some women, more men than women.

These twenty or so people are very young, some are practicing fist and palm, some are holding stone locks to practice strength, and some are surrounding wooden dummy posts...

Under a big tree in the corner of the training ground, a man was sitting.

Although his temples were a little gray, and his body was a little stooped and thin, his frame was huge, especially his two palms were much bigger than ordinary people, giving him a majestic and majestic feeling.

He is Zuo Le, the master of the "Han Tie Zhangyuan" martial arts gym.

"Master, Ziling greets you." Qin Ziling entered the martial arts gym, and bowed to Zuo Le first.

Zuo Le drank tea on his own, waved his hands without raising his head, and signaled him to practice by himself.

Qin Ziling was not at all surprised by Zuo Le's indifferent reaction.

An apprentice like him who is still training his muscles is just a target for Zuo Le to make a living and make money. One batch will come today and another group will leave tomorrow, so they cannot be regarded as his real disciples.

Only those who have achieved the ability to practice skin membrane can enter his eyes and become his disciples and key cultivation targets. Only they are qualified to call Zuo Le a master, and those like Qin Ziling can only be called the owner of the hall.

Just as Qin Ziling turned around and stepped back, a young man wearing a high-quality exercise suit, with slender eyes and thin lips, walked towards him, exuding a cold and ruthless temperament.

"Zi Ling, practice with me later." The young man walked up to Qin Ziling and stomped his feet, looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes with a hint of playfulness and contempt, and said in a tone that could not resist.

"Okay, senior brother Nangong." Qin Ziling bowed slightly and replied with a calm expression, but there was a cold light in the depths of his eyes that no one else could notice.

Seeing that Qin Ziling didn't show any anger or panic, Nangong Yue couldn't help but be surprised by his slightly squinted eyes, but soon a contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he brushed past Qin Ziling.

"Master Zuo, good morning!" Nangong Yue quickly came to Zuo Le, the cold and arrogant expression on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by Gongqian.

"You're here!" Zuo Le's attitude towards Nangong Yue was obviously different, seeing him coming to say hello, not only put down the teacup in his hand, nodded at him with a smile, but also looked him up and down sharply.

"The blood is surging like a tide, and it is powerful. It seems that your father broke his fortune again yesterday. But with your talent and your current age, all of this is worth it. As long as you can continue to seal the blood with the membrane and keep compressing it If you temper it and practice diligently, you will have a lot of hope to develop strength. Only by practicing strength can you truly display the power of the cold iron palm, and you can be regarded as entering the martial arts world, and you can become a martial arts teacher and stand alone , can barely be regarded as a character in our Fangqiang City." Zuo Le's sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through Nangong Yue's internal organs, and soon said with a hint of joy on his face.

Seeing that Master praised him and said that he had great hope to develop strength, Nangong Yue couldn't help but show a smug look on his face, but Nangong Yue quickly put away his smug expression, and bowed humbly again: "It's all thanks to Master Zuo's careful teaching that this disciple is what he is today."

"Haha!" Zuo Le couldn't help laughing heartily when he heard the words, the more he looked at Nangong, the more he liked it, so he beckoned him to sit on the side, and started a small stove for him in a low voice.

……

"Why, Nangong Yue wants to practice with you again?" On the other side, a big man who was holding a stone lock to practice his strength, who was as strong as a cow, and whose open dark chest was like an iron hammer, threw a stone lock to him. Qin Ziling, who was walking, glanced far away at Nangong who was talking to Zuo Le under the big tree, with a look of disdain and disgust.

This person's name is Liu Xiaoqiang, and he is an apprentice who has a good relationship with Qin Ziling in the martial arts hall.

"En." Qin Ziling responded, while quickly stepping forward to catch Shi Suo.

It's just that the stone lock was heavy, although he caught it, his footsteps were a little unsteady, and he took a step back to stabilize.

"He is deliberately trying to give you a hard time!" Liu Xiaoqiang said with an indignant expression on his face.

"I know!" Qin Ziling smiled bitterly, and glanced at the young woman who was practicing boxing and kicking on the other side of the martial arts field.

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