Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Refining skin

It is a process of destruction and repair!

Wei Hong felt deeply about this the first time he made skin. He clearly noticed that his skin was getting stronger. This feeling was both painful and enjoyable. It was really addictive.

More than half an hour passed in a flash.

The vitality on the attribute board was consumed at an alarming rate.

In the end, his realm column changed, from blank to - "1/100" in the early stage of skin refining realm!

"100 points of vitality can only guarantee half an hour of skin refining and repair. After that, I can only refining skin for an hour every day!"

"And after practicing for so long, I have made a little progress. If you calculate it this way, wouldn't it take 100 days to reach the middle stage of the Skin Refining Realm?"

"No wonder people in the world say that it takes three years to refine the skin and ten years to refine the blood. It's really a waste of time."

Wei Hong thought about it for a while, then stopped with a wry smile.

At this moment, the skin of his upper body was already red and black.

There are also many scarred marks, as if they had been cut open and healed again and again with a knife.

At the same time, there is also a lot of dead skin on the skin!

At first glance, it looks like the product of new skin being shed after it is produced.

Compared with other skins that have not been tempered, they have become tougher and stronger, not only the pain is greatly reduced, but also become as thick as cowhide.

A punch hitting it felt like hitting cowhide.

"Not bad!"

Wei Hong smiled with satisfaction.

With the craziness of his cultivation, plus the assistance of vitality.

It shouldn’t be a problem for one day of cultivation to be comparable to an ordinary person’s one month.

It's just that practicing in Uncle Lu's yard is a bit inconvenient after all. He can be shirtless when doing the upper body, but what about other places?

He subconsciously looked at his crotch and felt a pain in his balls.

"You still have to rent a yard yourself. It's not very convenient to practice here after all."

"And the city has become increasingly chaotic recently, and the slums are no longer suitable for living."

"It's freezing cold and there's draft everywhere in the shack. Although I can bear it, Grandpa can't..."

Think about it!

Wei Hong gradually had the idea of ​​​​moving.

In fact, he had already had the idea of ​​moving since the last time shopkeeper Lin of Xinghua Pavilion wanted to rent the yard for free, but he was too poor to afford prostitution at the time.

Now he has been promoted to swordsman and has three to two months of money every month.

If you can make some extra money, it won't be difficult to rent a yard and move out.

……

Second day

Take advantage of the two days of vacation left!

After Wei Hong had breakfast early in the morning, he went straight to East Street.

There are three martial arts gyms here, the largest of which is called Iron Fist Gym. It is said that the owner of the gym once fought all over Cangzhou and Xuzhou with his iron fists. He only came to Shendu to open his own business in middle age. Now he has been established for more than 20 years!

This place is not far from the slums and Zhuji Butcher Shop!

Wei Hong, who usually delivers goods, also comes here and knows the details of this martial arts gym.

They recruit disciples all year round to teach martial arts, and the minimum tuition fee is 10 taels of silver per month. Although the disciples are mixed, the worst who can practice martial arts here are from well-off families.

Wei Hong came to a martial arts school to make money, not to learn from his master.

Therefore, he doesn't care whether the Iron Fist Martial Arts School has real skills or not, as long as the disciples have money.

The martial arts gym covers an area of ​​about two to three acres. There are two domineering bronze lions at the entrance, and there is an archway with carved dragons and phoenixes at the entrance. The facade is very impressive.

As soon as I walked to the door, I could hear shouts and shouts.

When I walked in, I saw a training ground paved with bluestone slabs.

Seventy or eighty boys and girls wearing plain white training uniforms are practicing sweating profusely.

Further back, there are several small martial arts training grounds!

The martial arts disciples here are older and stronger.

"Quick, quick, quick, punch fast, use your waist to exert force..."

"The basic boxing techniques of our martial arts school can not only fight and kill, but also have the effect of strengthening the body and cultivating the body. If you want to get ahead, practice hard with me!"

A tall, middle-aged man was patrolling and supervising.

Once they see someone with improper posture, they will immediately whip him.

The Zhou Dynasty relied on martial arts to establish the country, and almost everyone practiced martial arts. Therefore, even if these young girls spent money here, they could not enjoy the treatment of the uncles, and some were only treated harshly.

"Little brother, are you here to learn from a teacher?"

As soon as Wei Hong walked in, a young man immediately came forward to greet him.

The middle-aged man who was walking around glanced at him and couldn't help but cursed: "You're just learning shitty skills. This is someone from Zhu Ji's butcher shop. What's wrong? Our martial arts studio didn't settle the meat money clearly?"

"No!" Wei Honggong cupped his hands and said, "I just heard that your gym hires people to accompany you as trainers. I just want to make some hard money. Coach Luo shouldn't mind, right?"

"Sparring partner?" The middle-aged man glanced up and down and praised with a smile: "Your boy has a strong body and plenty of energy and blood. Are you just starting to refine your skin? Not bad, not bad! Lu Ming, take him to try it out. Test the waters.”

"Yes!"

The young man who just spoke respectfully agreed.

He made a gesture of invitation and said, "This way, little brother."

"Thank you very much, I'm Wei Hong."

"I am Lu Ming, an official disciple of the martial arts school. I usually do some errands and odd jobs. Just call me by my name."

Lu Ming is obviously a talkative person.

While leading Wei Hong inside, he explained: "Most of the sparring partners in our martial arts gym are disciples from civilian backgrounds, but if anyone wants to come and earn some hard money, we also welcome them."

"The martial arts gym has four types of sparring partners: A, B, C and D. If the disciples are willing to spend money, even the gym owner and deputy gym master can be dismissed."

"Brother Wei, you are new here, but your energy and blood are much stronger than ordinary people, and you are a butcher in a butcher's shop. You should be able to evaluate the treatment of a C-level sparring partner."

While talking, the two arrived at a small martial arts training ground.

There are twenty or thirty people here who are sparring and practicing boxing.

It can be seen from their clothes that they should belong to three classes.

The first one is naturally the financial owner class!

They are dressed gorgeously and have great bearing. At first glance, they are disciples from relatively privileged families in the Iron Fist Gym. They are often the ones who attack crazily when they are sparring with others.

The second type of person was wearing a training uniform from the Iron Fist Martial Arts School, but his nose and face were bruised and swollen after being beaten. He was obviously a civilian disciple from a relatively poor family.

There were also a few others, like Wei Hong, who wore simple linen clothes and short coats, and it was obvious at a glance that they were hired foreign warriors.

"Brother Lu, how should you rate the four levels of your hotel: A, B, C and D?" Wei Hong asked with interest: "In addition, how are they treated?"

Lu Ming introduced eloquently: "Let's talk about the treatment first! A cup of tea for a D-level sparring partner is 50 cents, a cup of tea for a C-level sparring partner is 100 cents, a cup of tea for a B-level sparring partner is 500 cents, and a cup of tea for a grade-A sparring partner is 2 Two pieces of silver!"

"So many?" Wei Hong was secretly shocked.

"Of course!" Lu Ming explained with a chuckle: "For us common people, this is absolutely a sky-high price, but for these rich people, a few taels of silver is just the price of a meal. And it has to be in high-intensity sparring. It is not easy to insist on a cup of tea. Once someone becomes disabled, the other party will not take any responsibility. This is life-saving money, and naturally it will not be cheap."

"No wonder, you are risking your life as a sandbag to make money!" Wei Hong suddenly realized.

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