Start from the Martial Arts

"I have to find a way to make money..."

The joy of breaking through the skin barrier gradually faded, and Fang Xiu began to worry about how to make money.

A safer way is to get money from prisoners, but there are not many prisoners with money.

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The second is to go to the shops in the city to register your name, and you can get a few taels of silver every month as a contribution.

You can also join a gang and get more money, but the risks are higher and you can easily offend people.

The last step is to go to the ruined temple in the west of the city to find the property hidden by Zhao Daqiang. However, he is still under the surveillance of Ji Xing and it is too dangerous to leave the city.

"In terms of strength, I am no worse than the average meat-refining realm warrior."

Fang Xiu waited for the disciples in the front yard to leave one after another, and secretly tested the strength with the stone lock.

He found that it was not very strenuous to lift a stone lock weighing more than three hundred kilograms with one arm.

The arm strength should be over 400 kilograms, comparable to a meat-refining realm warrior.

Every time a warrior clears a level, he will gain significant improvement.

The skin of a warrior in the dermabrasion realm is tougher and thicker than that of ordinary people. Although they are not afraid of swords, their defense power is indeed greatly improved. It's no problem to deal with three or five ordinary people.

If not, due to the interaction of forces, a warrior would hit someone with a punch of hundreds of kilograms, and he would soon be injured.

After Fang Xiu broke through the skin barrier, the pain from hitting the wooden stakes and sandbags with his fists was no longer the same as before.

As for meat-refining realm warriors, the skin will be tougher, and after the muscles are strengthened, they will be more powerful and explode more violently.

"In terms of strength alone, I won't suffer a loss against the Fourth Master of the Money Gang, whose energy and blood are beginning to decline in the meat-refining realm. I may even have an advantage."

Fang Xiu pondered in his heart.

For warriors who have not developed Ming Jin, their Qi and blood will decline significantly after the age of thirty-five.

This is the drawback of practicing external skills.

Jiang Ming is already over fifty years old. Even if he has mastered meat refining, his energy and blood have long since declined and are no longer at their peak.

Fang Xiu would probably punch the old master to death.

After all, boxing is afraid of young people.

However, the battle between warriors is not a competition of strength values, but also depends on actual combat experience and martial arts moves.

Fang Xiu has basically no actual combat experience.

Before Ben Lei Quan is developed into Ming Jin, it is not considered a superior martial art.

"It seems that we have to find ways to improve our strength in other aspects."

Fang Xiu thought to himself.

On the surface, he was in the light and Jiang Ming was in the dark, but in fact it was the other way around.

...

After leaving the martial arts hall, Fang Xiu walked quickly towards the county jail.

He is now an official warrior and his status in the county prison will be greatly improved.

For most people, a sixteen-year-old official warrior is already pretty good.

For Ma Sandao to become a prison officer, apart from his connections, the most important thing is that he has the cultivation level of the Flesh Refining Realm.

Fang Xiu was going to ask him if there was any way to make money.

He prepared to leave the city with stronger strength.

"In addition, there is fate..."

Fang Xiu's eyes were filled with coldness.

A few days ago, a gambler was imprisoned in prison.

This man was a bad gambler, lost everything, and sold his wife and daughter to Goulan.

Later, the creditor came to the door, but he accidentally hacked to death with a kitchen knife. Now he is in prison.

For such a scumbag, Fang Xiu doesn't mind giving him a ride.

...

Late at night.

County Jail, basement level.

Fang Xiu caught the gambler into the execution room and tightly strangled the opponent's neck with his iron-like hands.

"Hey...what are you doing..." The gambler struggled violently.

Fang Xiu's expression was cold, and his right palm suddenly swelled.

There was only a click, and the gambler's neck bones were easily crushed by him.

As the opponent lost his breath, a black light group the size of a fist appeared above his head.

The light ball entered his body with a whoosh, and then appeared around the Book of Destiny.

The revolving door begins.

【......】

[Borrowing the fate of ‘nine out of ten bets will lead to losing’]

"The conditions for promotion have been met!"

Fang Xiu felt happy.

He disposed of the gambler's body and returned to the lounge on the ground floor.

"Sacrifice two black lives..."

"Promoted to first-level life master!"

Fang Xiu thought silently in his heart.

The [Frail and Sick] and [Nine Losers in Ten Gambles] floating around the Book of Destiny were sucked into it.

The next moment, Fang Xiu's spirit became dazed again.

As if returning to the nine heavens, the sky and the earth are completely white. Deep in the clouds and mist, two rays of rays merge into the Book of Destiny.

The first page of the Book of Destiny was opened, followed by the second and third pages.

[Lord: Fang Xiu (First Level)]

[Talent replacement interval: forty-five days]

[Maximum storage limit of talent life: 2/8]

Fang Xiu was successfully promoted to the first level life master.

There are two extra blank pages.

This means that he can obtain the effect blessings of three talents or destiny at the same time!

“Let me see what effect [dying young] has!”

Fang Xiu couldn't wait to open the Book of Destiny and merged the floating green light group into the second page.

Soon, a faint green light glowed on the second page, and lines of text appeared.

[Lord: Fang Xiu (First Level)]

[Borrower: Zhang Xun]

[Fate: Die young]

[Grade: Green·Second Grade]

[Effect: Starting from the age of ten, your learning ability and comprehension ability will be greatly improved, reaching its peak by the age of twenty. But after the age of 20, your body will age rapidly, and the limit is 30 years old. You will definitely die by then, and you cannot extend your life in any way (it cannot be improved)]

[Died Young] Fate was integrated into the Book of Destiny, and Fang Xiu suddenly felt as if some magical change had occurred in his body, and his brain became extremely clear-headed.

It's like a transparent feeling like glasses fogging up and then being wiped clean.

The world changed before his eyes.

"Died young! It's really..."

Fang Xiu was surprised and happy.

The effects of this horoscope are amazing, whether positive or negative.

However, with the Book of Destiny in hand, he could give up this destiny before he was twenty years old.

Only enjoy the buff effects and are not affected by the negative effects.

"It doesn't matter if my bones are different, it won't affect my genius-like understanding!"

Fang Xiu's eyes lit up.

There are still fifteen taels of silver he got from Ji Bo, which is enough for him to practice for another month, just in time to see the effect of [die young].

If the effect is significant, leave the city later.

...

After dawn, he learned that the gambler had been tortured to death by Fang Xiu, and Ma Sandao called him into the small room.

"My dear nephew, you have broken through the skin barrier at such a young age. You are expected to break through the flesh barrier in the future and be transferred to the capital. Don't follow the example of other jailers. They only enjoy torturing people when they have no hope."

Ma Sandao warned that after Fang Xiu broke through the skin barrier, he valued him even more.

"Uncle Ma, you misunderstood. I really couldn't understand this person's behavior. In addition, there were people outside who wanted me to give him a little pain, so I took action. I didn't expect that this person's mouth was too dirty. I was too harsh. I didn't Be careful to kill him."

Fang Xiu knew that Ma Sandao had good intentions, so he made up an excuse.

"That's good." Ma Sandao nodded and continued.

"You are already an official warrior, so you have to be more careful with your attacks in the future. Remember, the prisoners named above cannot be killed easily, otherwise I won't be able to protect you."

"Don't worry, Uncle Ma, I'll remember it." Fang Xiu nodded.

"By the way, you asked me before about any way to make money... How about I arrange a marriage for you? You have an outstanding appearance and you are a formal warrior at a young age. Girls from rich families in the city will definitely like you. ”

Ma Sandao changed the subject.

"Uncle Ma, this..." Fang Xiu was stunned. Isn't this just getting married and eating soft food?

"Don't worry, I will definitely find you someone who is dignified, gentle and virtuous. When the time comes, I will meet a few more and there will always be someone who suits your liking." Ma Sandao agreed, regardless of whether Fang Xiutong agreed or not.

"Okay..." Fang Xiu couldn't help but brushed off Ma Sandao's thoughts, but he didn't have any hope in this matter.

After all, not many good families are willing to marry their daughters to jailers, executioners, or stitchers.

Not for Fang Xiu himself, but for the entire industry.

People who work in lowly professions cannot take the imperial examination to obtain scholars. The only way to advance is the "martial arts examination", but the cost of practicing martial arts is more than ten times that of studying.

There is an age limit for the martial arts examination. You must have the cultivation level of the meat refining realm before the age of twenty at least before you can hope to achieve a good ranking in the martial arts examination.

Moreover, the current imperial court values ​​civility over martial arts, and the martial arts examination is ultimately inferior to the imperial examination.

Fang Xiu had the Book of Destiny with him, how could he give up his waist for five buckets of rice and marry into a married woman and live under someone else's roof.

If he is married into a wife, his son will not be able to inherit the jailer position in the future, and he will have to go through decades of detours.

...

After the break, Fang Xiu walked out of the county jail gate.

"Xiao Fang, Lao Li's daughter gave birth to a big fat boy last night, weighing seven pounds and sixty ounces! Let's go to his house for a couple of wedding drinks?"

Several colleagues smiled and invited him to go to Li Han's house for a wedding banquet.

Being an executioner, a sewer, or a jailer is a profession that is detrimental to one's morality. Not only will it be difficult for one to die well, but it will also affect future generations.

Having a healthy offspring is a great joy for many jailers, and everyone is willing to be happy.

"Okay!" Fang Xiu nodded in agreement.

Ever since the news of his breakthrough came out, it felt like the jailer's attitude towards him had become much closer.

"First of all, let's make it clear that today is a family dinner and no gifts are allowed!"

Li Han was smiling all over his face. He was over forty years old, his hair was gray and his face was weathered.

...

At night.

Fang Xiu returned home drunk.

When he first entered the yard and came to the door of the bedroom, Fang Xiu found that the two hairs sandwiched between the door were missing, and he was so drunk that he woke up in an instant.

He circulated the energy and blood in his chest, adjusted his breathing, and listened.

After confirming that no one was in the room, Fang Xiu still didn't dare to be careless. He put his hand into his arms, held a paper bag tightly, and gently opened the door.

There were signs of being turned over in the room.

Seeing this, he rushed towards the study.

"Come...come! Drink...drink more!"

Fang Xiu pretended to be drunk, and when he came to the corridor outside the study, he vaguely heard faint breathing coming from the nearest study.

Judging from the opponent's breathing rhythm, he should not be a warrior.

Fang Xiu staggered to the door of the study, and found that the other party was hiding behind the window. He pretended to push the door open with his left hand, made a fist with his right hand, and punched out suddenly as his fist was swollen with blood.

"Crack!"

The dull sound of explosion was accompanied by the crisp sound of broken bones.

Fang Xiu punched through the wooden window and hit the person behind the door on the shoulder. The person fell down screaming.

Bang!

Fang Xiu kicked the door open.

A thin, wretched-looking young man was lying on the ground, holding his shoulder, his face twisted in pain.

"Master Fang! Spare my life! Little...ah!"

Fang Xiu stepped forward, and when the other party got up, he hit him hard in the chest with a thunderbolt.

The thin young man screamed and fell to the ground, blood oozing from his mouth, and there was an obvious dent in his left chest.

Fang Xiu punched him with all his strength, breaking his ribs and piercing his heart.

"Huh...huh..." The thin young man stared at Fang Xiu with his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief, as if he didn't expect Fang Xiu to be so cruel, and didn't give him any chance to beg for mercy or explain.

"I don't want to kill anyone either." When the thin young man lost his life, Fang Xiu sighed.

He walked forward, picked up the dagger that the other party had dropped, then squatted down and pried open the other party's tightly clenched fingers.

In his palm was a handful of lime.