Want me to give you a job?

Little brother...

Zhong Xuan was speechless.

Since he turned sixty, few people have addressed him that way anymore.

After all, most of those who can be addressed in this way are already in their graves.

He couldn't figure out why the old accountant was asking this question, but considering that the old accountant must have a high status in the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School, he answered truthfully: "A scholar from the west of the city, currently without official rank, who makes a living by copying books for others."

"So he was a scholar after all."

The old accountant was somewhat surprised.

In the Qing Kingdom, there was no age limit for the imperial examinations. While those taking the military examinations were generally not too old, those taking the civil examinations were not uncommon.

Every year, one can see elderly students with gray hair in the examination halls for the provincial examinations.

I never expected to actually run into him today.

The old accountant said with some regret, "You only practiced the introductory chapter of the Flying Eagle Nine Strikes and grasped some of its essence. It's just a pity you're too old. If you were thirty years younger, I would have considered taking you back and closing the door on this art."

Zhong Xuan was taken aback.

He never imagined that, at almost sixty years old, someone would still be interested in taking him on as a disciple.

But as the old accountant said.

No martial arts school would accept a sixty-year-old apprentice.

Just as Zhong Xuan was pondering how to end the conversation as soon as possible and leave this place of trouble.

The old accountant suddenly spoke up: "Young man, I've got a job for you, what do you want?"

"A job?"

Zhong Xuan was puzzled.

The old accountant explained, "My junior brother Qian Hong is the head of the school. Since he has set a rule that no one will become a disciple after thirty, I, as the senior brother, cannot break the rule. However, my shop that sells martial arts techniques is still short of a mentor."

"Given your talent in the Eagle Style Sword Technique, this position is just right for you."

That's all.

A sly glint flashed in the old accountant's eyes.

The rules of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School only state that one cannot become a disciple at the age of thirty, but do not state that one cannot become an instructor at the age of sixty.

"My master passed on the grappling techniques to my junior brother and the swordsmanship to me. It's just a pity that the Nine Strikes of the Flying Eagle are too dependent on innate talent and comprehension. No one in such a large martial arts school can grasp its essence."

For a martial artist, passing on the martial arts of his master is of paramount importance.

That day, seeing Zhong Xuan's light and agile movements, he sold his initial understanding of the Eagle Strike Sword Technique, never expecting that Zhong Xuan would actually master it.

We've finally found someone who's stepped through the door, how can we give up so easily?

It doesn't matter if you're too old.

There are advantages to being old.

Inviting someone to teach apprentices is just right.

The old accountant continued, "There's no need to do too much. Just give those apprentices who have practiced the Nine Strikes of the Flying Eagle a little guidance. It won't delay your exam preparation."

As he spoke, the old accountant held up another finger:

"One tael of silver per month."

Zhong Xuan was secretly alarmed.

He had considered finding a job at a martial arts school in the city before, but the schools had high entry requirements, and even his own family's direct disciples might not be able to stay.

Moreover, the martial arts schools in White Sand City also have their own circles.

Without an introduction, it's difficult to even get in the door.

But now, the old accountant's words are as insightful as those of a half-instructor, and he is incredibly generous.

Old Accountant: "Also, if you can select two or three good talents for my lineage, I might as well give you the complete Flying Eagle Nine Strikes."

Zhong Xuan took a deep breath.

No more hesitation.

He cupped his hands in greeting to the old accountant and said, "I am honored by your high regard, brother. I would be impolite to refuse."

"good."

The old accountant nodded in satisfaction when he saw that Zhong Xuan readily agreed.

Everyone says it's hard to find a good master.

In fact, finding a disciple who can inherit the martial arts lineage is not easy either.

In the entire Flying Eagle Martial Arts School, he was the only one who had mastered the essence of the Flying Eagle Nine Strikes.

He was not the master of the school. The lineage of swordsmanship was already weak. Although he had a few disciples, none of them were of any use. So much so that if he were to pass away one day, there was a great possibility that the lineage would be cut off.

Although Zhong Xuan is quite old, he is calm and composed. With his Eagle Flight technique, he can guide the new students in the martial arts school. At least one more person can pass on the sword technique.

One tael of silver a month can buy the hope of inheriting a martial arts lineage... It's worth it!

"Come find me at Flying Eagle Martial Arts School tomorrow."

The old accountant finished speaking.

The job was settled in just a few words.

Zhong Xuan could see it clearly; what he called guidance was actually just half an instruction.

They were no less capable than the teachers in private schools.

Originally, his initial skill level as a beginner in the Skin Refining stage wasn't enough to qualify him; it was only because of the Eagle Strike Sword Technique that the old accountant was willing to put in the effort.

After the old accountant finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the alley with his hands behind his back.

"By the way, my name is Zheng Yue."

"Let's go, we still have a karmic debt to settle."

......

......

"Sir..."

In the pharmacy.

The middle-aged shopkeeper's smile had just begun when he saw someone enter, but it quickly turned to surprise: "Mr. Zheng... Mr. Zheng, why have you come in person?"

Zheng Yue glanced at the middle-aged shopkeeper.

"If I hadn't come soon, you would have completely disgraced the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School!"

"They've raised a traitor who doesn't even realize it; there's no need to keep him around."

The middle-aged pharmacy owner was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Mr. Zheng, what does this mean?"

Simultaneously.

The young shop assistant, hiding behind the curtain at the back of the pharmacy, was also thrown into a panic by Zheng Yue's sudden appearance.

"How could it be him??"

The young shop assistant recognized the old man behind Old Zheng as Zhong Xuan, who had just bought the medicine.

The middle-aged man had not brought any news, and now that Zhong Xuan had appeared here, the outcome was self-evident.

They've probably failed.

"Oh no!"

They realized that their scheme had been exposed.

The young clerk knew he couldn't stay at the pharmacy any longer and immediately tried to escape.

But he had only just turned his body.

Zheng Yue, standing in the center of the pharmacy, twitched his ears slightly, sensing the movement behind the curtain in advance. He strode out, his arms outstretched like an eagle's.

Zhong Xuan and the middle-aged shopkeeper both felt a blur before their eyes.

A moment later.

Zheng Yue then returned, carrying the unconscious young man back to the main hall.

"So strong!"

Zhong Xuan was secretly surprised.

Although Zheng Yue did not use a sword just now, he did use the Flying Eagle Nine Strikes.

"Little beast!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper stared at the young worker in Zheng Yue's hands, and vaguely guessed what was going on. His eyes blazed with anger, and his face turned extremely ugly.

He was really ruined by this young guy.

Almost every pharmacy in Baisha City has a powerful backer.

His pharmacy was actually the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School.

Now that Zheng Yue has come to his door in person, he has to give an explanation.

Zheng Yue casually tossed the young man, who resembled a lump of soft mud, onto the ground: "Tell me, how did this go?"

A ruthless glint flashed across the middle-aged shopkeeper's face.

next moment.

He actually used two fingers like swords to pierce his own right eye.

"Elder Zheng, I was blind and tarnished the reputation of our Flying Eagle Martial Arts School. Please give me another chance."

Looking at the middle-aged shopkeeper's dark, still bleeding eye sockets.

Zheng Yue's face remained completely expressionless; he simply nodded slightly.

"You've settled my matter."

"But there's still his debt to settle..."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhong Xuan beside him.

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at Zhong Xuan with his remaining left eye:

"According to the rules of Baisha County, it's a tenfold compensation for any amount taken!"