I prove immortality through human relations and sophistication

Chapter 3 Fist Strength
"If I can't stay in the martial arts school, I can still collect clothes and wash them at home, and I can make some money. If your uncle can't stay in the brick factory, we won't be able to pay the taxes next year, and your two cousins ​​won't be able to go to school either. Private school.”

Zhang Chu said helplessly.

Chu Linguang was at a loss for words. The Yuan Dynasty had strict taxes. After paying the taxes, the common people had very little food left in their hands. The second aunt's family had three children, and two cousins ​​were in private schools. The reason why they were able to survive was mainly because of Zhang. The big job in my hands, and the extra work from my second aunt.

If Zhang Da is fired from the brick factory, the second aunt's family will lose their source of income.

"Don't worry about me. I will explain it clearly to Master Guo tomorrow. Let's go home with my second aunt for dinner."

Zhang Chu said softly, she didn't want to affect Chu Linguang.

"No need, Second Aunt. I cooked half a pot of porridge this morning. It will go rancid if I don't go back to eat it. I'm leaving now."

Chu Linguang found an excuse to slip away.

Zhang Chu's family was not well-off to begin with, and life would only become more difficult after losing his job. What's more, having multiple pairs of chopsticks spread out at the dinner table would not make him look good.

"Guang'er..."

Zhang Chu shouted from behind, and only gave up after seeing Chu Linguang walking further and further away.

"The world is difficult. I can't survive alone, let alone my second aunt and his family."

Chu Linguang was sitting in the kitchen and found that the brown rice in the jar was only enough for another seven days at most. Since he had the feeling of qi, his appetite increased and he would eat several bowls of rice each time, two or three times more than usual.

"If I pass the martial arts examination and gain fame, I will be exempted from taxes. Then I may be able to help my second aunt. If I pass the martial arts examination and have an official position in the future, I can even be exempted from taxes for my second aunt and his family."

Chu Linguang thought.

He sold his land and had to pay taxes as usual every year. Part of the silver earned was given to Guo Wei and part was used to pay taxes. After spending this year and the recent increase in food intake, the remaining money was already stretched thin.

The only way before him was to practice his boxing skills, become a disciple of Guo Wei, and be recommended by Guo Wei to successfully participate in the Taoist examination. Regardless of whether he could pass the examination as a martial arts scholar, he would not have to worry about officials coming to collect taxes for the next two years while he became a candidate.

The martial arts studio can also be responsible for food.

Thinking of this, Chu Linguang looked at the progress of Tieshan Fist and basic breathing techniques.

Iron Mountain Fist (22-100)

Basic breathing techniques (25-100)

Since he mastered the basic breathing method and gained the sense of Qi, Chu Linguang's practice is no longer in vain. Both the Iron Mountain Fist and the basic breathing method have progress bars.

At present, the speed of practicing basic breathing techniques is much faster than that of Iron Mountain Fist.

And every time Chu Linguang finished practicing boxing and practiced basic breathing techniques again, the physical energy consumed could be quickly recovered. Since receiving the blessing of breathing techniques, he has been full of energy and high morale every day.

Of course, Chu Linguang's condition would be better if nourished by flesh and blood.

After a while, smoke began to rise from the kitchen chimney.

Chu Linguang cooked a large pot of rice with brown rice, paired it with a bowl of vegetable leaf soup, and then mixed half a spoonful of lard with the brown rice.

He stirred it back and forth with his chopsticks.

It wasn't until the brown rice in the pot became shiny that I started eating it.

When the inside of the iron pot became shiny, Chu Linguang poured a large bowl of vegetable leaf soup into it. Seeing a little oily sheen on the soup, Chu Linguang was satisfied and drank the entire bowl of vegetable leaf soup.

"belch!"

Chu Linguang burped loudly.

In fact, he was not full at all, but when he saw that there was not a single grain of rice left in the pot, and that there was no grease at all, he felt like he had to burp in response.

Then he reluctantly practiced the basic call-out technique.

This technique can help him restore his physical strength, strengthen his qi and blood, and also help with digestion. If he keeps practicing, he will soon feel hungry.

But in order to practice his punching power, Chu Linguang could only endure it.

An hour later, Chu Linguang got up and went to the yard to box.The aura felt like blood circulating in Chu Linguang's body. Chu Linguang had never felt so clearly that there was a force in his body that traveled throughout his body along with his boxing skills.

He punched his fists faster and faster, and gradually the sound of breaking wind appeared in the yard. Chu Linguang felt that there was a barrier in front of his eyes. As long as he was faster and stronger, he could pierce that barrier and successfully practice his punching power.

Slowly, Chu Linguang felt as if there was an extra stream of heat between his waist and abdomen.

This heat flow followed the blood veins and came to the fist.

Chu Linguang punched out.

It is the uphill pose of Iron Mountain Fist.

"boom!"

An explosive sound resounded in the courtyard. It was midnight, and there were only stars and candles in the surrounding courtyards. This roar of fist power seemed particularly deafening.

Swish!
The starlight candles in the surrounding courtyards were extinguished in an instant. It seemed that someone was robbing the house, and for fear of causing trouble, they extinguished the candles and closed the doors and windows tightly.

"I finally developed my punching strength."

Chu Linguang's breathing was rapid, and he had the urge to look up to the sky and roar, until he realized that the surroundings were plunged into darkness, with the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking everywhere. Then he returned to the house dumbfounded, and closed the doors and windows tightly and extinguished the candles like his neighbors did.

The next day, Chu Linguang got up early to boil water for cooking.

Seeing that the brown rice in the tank could only be eaten for a few more days, he hesitated and poured out the food for the past two days.

Now his appetite has increased greatly, and every meal is two or three times as much as before.

In addition, he would have to go to the martial arts gym later and punch hard in front of everyone. To be on the safe side, Chu Linguang ate more this morning than he had during this time.

After a large pot of brown rice was cooked, he took out the bowl of lard that Zhang Chu gave him, scraped a large spoonful of it, and mixed it with the brown rice.

He wanted to ensure that nothing went wrong and he successfully became Guo Wei's disciple.

After emptying the rice, he poured half a ladle of boiled water into the pot and drank the oily water in one gulp.

"belch!"

Only then did he burp in a real sense.

Seeing that it was still early, he sat in the kitchen and practiced basic breathing techniques, converting the brown rice he ate into the power of qi and blood.

When the time came, Chu Linguang came to the martial arts gym.

"Brother Hu, my mother cooked her elbows at home all night, so I asked you to come and have a drink at home tonight."

"Didn't you say you don't need it? Why are you asking your mother to spend money?"

"My mother also wants us brothers to get together more. I'll go to the wine street to buy some good wine first. Brother Hu remembers to bring the brothers to drink in the evening."

"Okay, see you tonight."

At the entrance of the martial arts hall, Li Yang stood guard here early in the morning. Finally, when Hei Hu came over, he said enthusiastically that he left with satisfaction after receiving Hei Hu's promise.

He didn't take more than two steps when he met Zhang Chu, who was holding a large basin of clothes and going to the river to wash them and take them to the martial arts gym to dry.

"Humph!"

Li Yang didn't give Zhang Chu a good look, snorted coldly, and walked away.

Zhang Chu's expression was neither happy nor sad. She was hugging the wooden basin. When she saw Hei Hu still standing at the door, she stopped and bowed her head slightly to Hei Hu.

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