Reversal of Qi and Blood

"Buy sword techniques?"

The disciple guarding the martial arts school looked surprised when he heard Zhong Xuan's words.

Many people come to the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School to buy martial arts skills, but this old man looks to be at least fifty or sixty years old, which is quite rare.

The gatekeeper quickly understood.

Zhong Xuan probably came to the martial arts school for his grandson.

"please."

Seeing that a customer had come to the martial arts school, the disciples politely led Zhong Xuan into the school.

If the county schools outside the city are considered official schools, then the martial arts schools of all sizes inside the city can be called private schools. The threshold for becoming a disciple of a martial arts school is relatively low, but the tuition is extremely high. Martial arts schools not only recruit apprentices, but also sell some of their techniques to the public.

of course.

These martial arts techniques are mostly basic. The truly advanced techniques are beyond the reach of outsiders like Zhong Xuan, and even formal disciples of martial arts schools cannot learn them.

Only those personally taught by the head of a martial arts school are qualified.

soon.

Zhong Xuan was led to the front yard by the martial arts school disciples.

There is a huge training ground here, where many martial arts students are practicing together, creating a vibrant and energetic scene.

Entering a martial arts school doesn't guarantee a lifelong learning experience for these young apprentices. If they fail the assessment, they can no longer continue learning martial arts, even if they pay more money.

At this moment, among a group of disciples.

Zhong Xuan saw a familiar figure.

"The second young master of the Zhang family?"

Several outstanding young men were seen sparring with a middle-aged man in the martial arts arena.

"Those are several students from the prefectural academy, who have been sparring with the vice-master for half a month."

"I heard the oldest one is only twenty-three."

"It's truly enviable."

When the martial arts disciple guarding the gate saw Zhong Xuan looking over, he casually started talking.

The requirements of the prefectural school were strict, not only regarding physical fitness but also age.

Once someone is over thirty years old, the prefectural school will no longer accept them.

Therefore, an old scholar like Zhong Xuan had no chance of entering the prefectural school.

With high requirements comes extremely high compensation.

The martial arts techniques taught at the prefectural academy are far superior to those taught at martial arts schools, and only some long-established lineages can compare.

"Indeed impressive."

Zhong Xuan was also slightly surprised.

Flying Eagle Martial Arts School is one of the top three martial arts schools in White Sand City. Its master, Flying Eagle Hero Qian Hong, is renowned for his prowess, so one would expect the deputy master to be equally formidable. Yet, Zhang Linchuan is now able to hold his own against the deputy master of Flying Eagle Martial Arts School.

It should be noted that Zhang Linchun has only just reached adulthood this year.

No wonder Master Zhang values ​​his son so highly; he might actually become a successful candidate in the imperial examinations or even a Jinshi in the future.

Just as Zhong Xuan was looking towards the martial arts arena.

Cui Yi, a young girl from the academy who was watching the battle, was also looking at Zhong Xuan, who was standing under the corridor.

"His footsteps are as light as skimming the water on a lake... Does he possess the physique of a crane?"

Cui Yi's eyes flashed with surprise.

She comes from a distinguished family with a long tradition of learning. Two months ago, she began to learn the art of bone reading and has been practicing it in secret ever since.

Unexpectedly, an ordinary old man from Baisha County had a remarkable physical appearance.

"I think I've seen this person before at Brother Zhang's residence."

Cui Yi has a good memory and recalled the scene from Zhang's library a month ago.

"Junior Sister Cui, what's wrong?"

Zhang Linchun had just finished his match with the deputy master and noticed that Cui Yi was in a daze, so he asked her what was wrong.

"Senior Brother Zhang, is that someone from your household?"

Cui Yi simply asked the question that had been bothering her.

Zhang Linchun looked at Zhong Xuan, who was standing in the distance on the connecting corridor and looking in this direction, and frowned slightly. He did not recognize the old man opposite him.

"Perhaps she is a servant hired by the manor. Why does Junior Sister Cui ask such a question?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Yi stopped thinking about it: "I just feel that he looks familiar. I should have seen him at Senior Brother Zhang's residence."

Crane bones are not commonly seen.

The Cui clan happens to possess a cultivation method suitable for cultivating crane bones, and the old master is currently worried about finding a successor.

Her purpose in coming to Baisha County this time was to find a successor.

Unfortunately, the old man looked to be at least fifty or sixty years old, making him completely unsuitable for the task of passing on the mantle.

When Zhong Xuan saw the young men and women of the academy looking in his direction, he turned his gaze away and followed the martial arts school disciples to the backyard.

I entered a room.

This is where the martial arts school sells martial arts techniques.

An old accountant flipped through his ledger without looking up and asked, "What kind of cultivation technique do you want to buy?"

Zhong Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The old accountant's breathing was so deep and drawn out that it gave one a feeling of unease, like a thorn in one's back.

"He knows martial arts too?"

Unexpectedly, the old accountant of a martial arts school also had remarkable martial arts skills.

Could it be that the library truly harbors many masters?

Zhong Xuan cleared his mind of these random thoughts and said, "I want a sword technique."

The old accountant paused in his work, looked up at Zhong Xuan.

He then lowered his head and continued flipping through the account book: "How much silver did you bring?"

"Eight taels."

"Go and fetch the first part of the Eagle Strike Sword Technique."

Another young man in the room responded and then took a cultivation manual from the bookshelf.

"Sir, that's six taels in total."

Zhong Xuan had no intention of inspecting the goods.

Flying Eagle Martial Arts School wouldn't risk ruining its reputation for a beginner's swordsmanship manual.

He handed over six taels of silver.

Zhong Xuan felt a pang of heartache.

No wonder martial arts schools all make a living selling martial arts manuals. They only need to pay for a copy of the book to make a profit of several taels of silver. It's a sure way to make a fortune.

of course.

This is a business that ordinary people cannot do.

All martial arts techniques have a lineage.

If the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School finds out that someone is privately selling their martial arts techniques, even the deputy headmaster will personally take action.

Having learned the sword technique, Zhong Xuan did not linger at the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School for long.

Before leaving.

He also glanced specifically in the direction of the training ground.

Zhang Linchun and the others have already left.

"With good physique, a good family background, and even the deputy head of the martial arts school personally sparring with them, it's hard to make slow progress."

Zhong Xuan thought to himself.

Those who think that rich kids are all all talk and no action are sorely mistaken. When it comes to basic skills, they are miles ahead of those from humble backgrounds, especially in the imperial examinations where the difference is even more obvious.

Therefore, whether it was the civil service examination or the military examination, it was difficult for children from poor families to achieve success.

As for Zhong Xuan... he doesn't even qualify as a poor scholar.

It was midday.

Zhong Xuan returned to his hut and opened the book he had bought for six taels of silver, "An Introduction to Eagle Strike Sword Technique".

"In the first year of Yuanping, the patriarch created a sword technique and a grappling technique in Yongning Prefecture, which became famous for miles around. This technique is based on the Flying Eagle Nine Strikes sword technique and is passed on to the world, paving the way for martial artists..."

The initial solution is divided into three parts.

"Eagle flies, eagle falls, eagle strikes."

"..."

In addition to the characters, the manual also contains many drawings of little figures practicing the exercises.

Zhong Xuan used a bamboo stick as a sword.

The first time I practiced it, it felt strangely familiar.

"Is this what sword bones feel like?"

Zhong Xuan somewhat understood the feeling of the great swordsman from Sichuan that Pei Yong had mentioned.

If the cultivation method is compatible with one's physical constitution, the cultivation process will be much smoother.

His choice of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School was based on the idea that eagles and cranes, both birds of prey, should be more compatible.

Looking at it now...

His idea is correct.

Zhong Xuan quickly became engrossed in it.

I practiced swordsmanship for seven days.

At noon on a certain day.

Zhong Xuan suddenly felt his blood and qi surge up, and a heat flow converged at the top of his head.