My life of martial arts training

"I didn't expect the Lin family to have such a far-reaching layout. It is worthy of being a family that has stood in Qinghu City for two hundred years." Kong Lesheng couldn't help but sigh.

Unfortunately, such a family was destroyed in an instant under the wheel of history.

Not to mention their martial arts school, which has a shallow foundation. Any disaster can destroy a lot of them.

"Hehe, for such a small foundation, the Lin family has to spend a lot of resources every year to maintain it." Lin Zhifeng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"It's late now. If you don't mind, you can go to my place to squeeze in."

Kong Lesheng and Bai Hongan cast their eyes on Shen Yuan.

"Don't look at me, I don't care." Shen Yuan waved his hand. He was alone and could just find an inn to deal with it, but the others had families with them, so it was not so easy to deal with.

"Then excuse me." Bai Hongan bowed.

The team began to move forward slowly.

Qingyun Mansion is worthy of being a prefecture city. It is dozens of times more prosperous than Qinghu City. The streets paved with bluestone are as wide as nine feet.

On both sides of the road, four- or five-story attics can be seen everywhere, and the buildings are neat and tidy.

A pole similar to a street lamp stands beside the road, emitting milky white flames.

The team marched for a quarter of an hour and came to a remote area.

"This is located in the mountainous area of ​​the prefecture city, which is in the middle of the four major districts." Lin Zhifeng explained.

"It's just ahead."

A simple and elegant house came into view.

The vermilion gate was ordinary, with a black nanmu plaque hanging on the top, with two big characters on it: Lin Mansion.

Lin Zhifeng said it was not big, but this yard could accommodate a hundred people.

But compared with the Lin Mansion in Qinghu City, it was indeed much smaller.

With the presence of warriors, things were quickly packed up and everyone moved into the Lin Mansion.

"Everyone is tired all day, rest early, and if there is anything, we will talk about it tomorrow." Lin Zhifeng saw Bai Hongan and Kong Lesheng hesitated to speak, and said softly.

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The next day.

"Where is Brother Shen?" Cen Qianrou asked.

"He just went out. Is there anything for Sister Qianrou?" Cui Chengwu replied.

"No." A trace of disappointment flashed in Cen Qianrou's eyes.

On a certain street.

"I hope there is a solution here." Shen Yuan, wearing a black robe that completely covered his entire body, murmured.

He looked up at the strange building in front of him. The overall shape was like a black tower, seven stories high, and each floor was engraved with various patterns.

Shen Yuan strode into the attic.

A slender maid came forward and saluted; "Welcome to Qianji Pavilion, what kind of information do you want to buy?"

"Martial arts." Shen Yuan said lightly.

"Please go to the third floor." The maid moved aside and stretched out her slender palm.

Shen Yuan followed the maid and came to the third floor.

"Please come in." The maid opened the door. There was only a table and chair in the room, and an oil lamp hung on the wall.

After Shen Yuan walked in, the maid closed the door. The room was dim with only the oil lamp on the wall providing a little light.

The room was smaller than expected. In front of the table and chairs was a small window, so small that even a hand could not be inserted.

"Dear guest, please sit down." A hoarse, old voice came from the window.

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes, sat down, and asked; "I want to know the information of Zhiyang Warrior."

The old voice was silent for a moment, and said; "The information of Zhiyang Warrior is too extensive, can you be more precise."

"Oh, then I want to know what price I need to pay for all the information." Shen Yuan's eyes lit up and asked.

"Dear guest can't afford that price."

"If you don't say it, how do you know I can't afford it."

"No one in the entire Qingyun Mansion can afford this price." The old voice replied.

"I want to know the consequences of practicing Juyang Gong and whether there is a solution." Shen Yuan took a deep breath and said.

"Three thousand taels."

Shen Yuan's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself; it's really expensive.

But he still took out the banknotes and handed them in through the window.

Although he made a lot of money in Qinghu City, he saved as much as possible when he was in a strange place.

"Wait a minute."

After half a cup of tea, a yellowish paper stretched out from the window.

Shen Yuan opened it and saw that it said;

"Juyang Gong has become one of the basic skills of Zhiyang warriors. After practicing it, the temperament is prone to rage. As the realm becomes higher, the rage becomes more serious. If this negative situation cannot be resolved, there is a high probability of death.

Temporary solution: Use Hanyuhua or Bingji Yuzu to relieve the rage, or practice spiritual skills to suppress the sequelae of rage.

Complete solution: Practice the advanced skills of Zhiyang warriors."

"Advanced skills, can Qingyun Mansion buy it?" Shen Yuan frowned and asked.

"Five hundred taels." The old voice said.

Shen Yuan handed in the banknotes.

"Qingyun Mansion doesn't have it. If the distinguished guest wants to get it, he can go to Qingzhou City." This time, no note was handed out, and the old voice said directly.

"Qingzhou City." Shen Yuan sighed in his heart and asked.

"Does Qianji Pavilion have a map to Qingzhou City?"

"Yes, but if you want to go to Qingzhou City, you can ride the Bixiao Qingyun Eagle, which is much faster."

"Bixiao Qingyun Eagle?"

"It is a fierce beast captured by the City Lord's Mansion from the Qinghuang Mountains. It was artificially cultivated later and can be ridden by twelve people."

"How about safety, speed, and price?"

"It is more than twice as safe as traveling by land. The Qingyun Eagle can travel a thousand miles a day, and it can arrive in three days at most. The price is 50,000 taels." The old voice said with a hint of joy.

"50,000 taels..." Shen Yuan's eyes twitched fiercely. No wonder the other party was so easy to talk to. It turned out that there was a routine in it.

In fact, it is not impossible to take out 50,000 taels, but once it is taken out, it will really become a pauper.

The Li family, the Zhou family, plus his previous savings, and yesterday's "extra income" are about 70,000 taels.

"Qingyun Mansion is 3,000 miles away from Qingzhou City. If you go by land, it will not only take a month, but also face various dangers."

Seeing Shen Yuan in hesitation, the old voice reminded.

"When does the Qingyun Eagle leave?" Shen Yuan asked.

"Every half a month, the next trip is in mid-May. If you want to take it, please go to this location." The old voice replied, and handed out a piece of white paper from the window.

"Well." Shen Yuan spread out the white paper, remembered the location, and then walked out of the room.

After leaving Qianji Pavilion.

Shen Yuan walked aimlessly on the street, thinking back to the information just now.

"Practicing spiritual skills can alleviate sequelae. No wonder I can suppress the sequelae. It turns out that I have enhanced my spiritual attributes before. However, this is only a temporary solution. It seems that I must find an advanced skill.

Whether it is to break through the body tempering realm or to solve the sequelae, I have to go to Qingzhou City."

As for using other medicinal materials to suppress it, Shen Yuan has never considered it. He can still suppress the sequelae now, so there is no need to use Hanyuhua, and the price of the two materials is also very high.

"Silver."

Shen Yuan sighed in his heart, if he could encounter one or two more house raids, it would be great.