Chapter 27: Martial Arts School Sparring Partners, A, B, C, D!
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, 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 exercises, 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.
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The 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 skills 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 build 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 uncle, 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 bill clearly?"
"No!" Wei Honggong cupped his hands and said, "I just heard that your gym hires people as training partners and I 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."
"There are four types of sparring partners in the martial arts hall, A, B, C, and D. If the disciples are willing to spend money, even the hall master and deputy hall master can come to the field."
"Brother Wei, you are new here, but your blood and qi are much stronger than ordinary people, and you are a butcher in the butcher shop, so you should be treated as a C-level sparring partner."
As they talked, the two arrived at a small martial arts training ground.
There were 20 to 30 people practicing boxing.
From their clothes, it can be seen that they should belong to three classes.
The first is naturally the sponsor class!
They are gorgeously dressed and have a great demeanor. At first glance, they are disciples from relatively wealthy families in the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall. When they practice with others, they are often the ones who attack crazily.
The second type of people wear the training clothes of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall, but they are beaten black and blue. Obviously, they are civilian disciples from poorer families.
There are also a few people who wear simple linen short coats like Wei Hong, and they can be seen at a glance that they are hired foreign warriors.
"Brother Lu, how do you assess the four levels of A, B, C, and D in your hall?" Wei Hong asked with interest: "Also, how are they treated?"
Lu Ming introduced eloquently: "Let's talk about the treatment first! A D-level sparring partner gets 50 wen for a cup of tea, a C-level sparring partner gets 100 wen for a cup of tea, a B-level sparring partner gets 500 wen for a cup of tea, and an A-level sparring partner gets 2 taels of silver for a cup of tea!"
"So much?" Wei Hong was secretly shocked.
"Of course!" Lu Ming chuckled and explained: "For us common people, this is definitely a sky-high price, but for these rich children, a few taels of silver is just a meal. And it's not easy to persist for a cup of tea in high-intensity sparring. Once there is a disability, the other party will not be held responsible. This is selling life money, so it's naturally not cheap."
"No wonder, this is using life as a sandbag to make money!" Wei Hong suddenly realized.
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