My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 13 Making Friends

Ping An Fang, Chen Residence.

Chen Mu stood in the middle of the courtyard.

The next moment, his figure swayed, rushing towards the door from left to right.

Suddenly, he stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.

Chen Mu got up, rubbing his knee and wincing in pain.

He was trying to practice the Red Falcon Formation Technique.

This leaping move excels at dodging and maneuvering; in addition to changes in body movement, it also has a set of accompanying fist techniques.

He doesn't aspire to master boxing techniques right now; he just wants to learn body movement first.

He staggered back to the center of the hospital, adjusted his breathing and posture slightly, and practiced again.

He had only run two or three steps when he suddenly gasped for breath, his whole body convulsed, and he collapsed to the ground like a wooden statue. It took him a long time to get up.

"I wasted all 100 taels of silver and didn't learn a single move!" Chen Mu said, looking dejected.

One hundred taels can only be used for seven days of study.

How many seven-day periods, how many hundred taels would it take to learn that?

It's a bottomless pit!

There are also secret medicines for body training.

Sheng Hong did provide the prescription, but he didn't tell us how to process the herbs for the best effect. We might have to buy them from him anyway.

Chen Mu finally understood that this was a trap; if you wanted to learn the Form Refining Technique, you had to get inside it!
That constable Lu is no good either.

Doesn't he know that the Form Refining Technique is difficult to learn? Doesn't he know that the rules at Sheng Hong's place are a trap?

And yet they still recommended that he learn martial arts.

Chen Mu even suspected that the two of them might be in cahoots.
No, the two of them are definitely in cahoots!

If you want to learn the art of form practice, you have to go.

I finally managed to earn some money, and those two took it all!

Even the money they earn in the future will have to be handed over to the two of them.

Chen Mu grew angrier and more frustrated as he thought about it, and stomped back to his room in a huff.

He walked up to a wall and stared intently at a painting on it.

On a sheet of paper as tall as a person, there were rows of tiny figures.

The little figure, dressed in shorts, is so lifelike it looks like a photograph, with clearly visible muscle definition. Next to it are densely packed text labels.

This is precisely the Red Falcon's Form Training Technique!

"I'm ashamed to say that Master Sheng Hong explained things in such detail and demonstrated the movements so perfectly that I couldn't resist drawing them myself." Chen Mu thought to himself, "I suppose Master Sheng Hong understands."

"At worst, I'll just sell the manual for a higher price." Chen Mu thought to himself, "I wonder if I can sell it for a hundred taels of silver."

"Why don't we sell a few more portions? That should bring in more than a hundred taels, right?" Thinking of this, Chen Mu's frustration finally subsided a bit.

Master Sheng himself makes money by selling martial arts techniques, and I learned from him to sell his secret manuals. It's a kind of filial piety between master and disciple. Even if he knew, he would definitely be very gratified.

Hmm, let's grind experience first, then sell it once it's leveled up!

Chen Mu focused his attention on the portrait with satisfaction.

……

The county jail of Qingshan County.

A constable stood outside a prison cell.

"Today is your big day."

"The main culprit in the Wang family massacre has been caught, you can all be released from prison!"

The group of thugs and hooligans in the cell immediately cheered.

Once the crowd had quieted down, the constables stepped forward to open the door and led the group of people out in a flurry.

Zhang Qing and Li Fan squeezed into the crowd, laughing and joking as they walked out.

If Chen Mu were here, he would recognize the two men as the same thugs who had ambushed him in the alley.

After leaving the government office, the two went into a small alley.

The smile on Zhang Qing's face vanished instantly, replaced by resentment. "These bailiffs are real beasts!"

"They took all the little money I had left."

"I've lost everything too." The burly man, Li Fan, also looked unwell.

"Never mind, it's a miracle we even got out," Zhang Qing sighed.

At the time, more than a hundred people were arrested because of the Wang family massacre, so why were only the people in their cell able to get out?

Because they paid them!
As for the other poor souls, they can just stay in there and suffer.

"Boss, where are we going? To get revenge on that scholar?" Li Fan asked.

"Of course, revenge must be taken," Zhang Qing said bitterly, touching his throbbing hand.

If it weren't for that scholar, he wouldn't have been beaten by Constable Lu, nor would he have been remembered by Constable Lu, and thus arrested, tortured, and punished.

"Let's go find Old Man Yan first; we can't lose our jobs."

...Anlefang Back Street

Zhang Qing and Li Fan were pushed and shoved out of a large house by two burly men.

The two burly men glanced at the two men with disdain, casually tossing them a few pieces of silver. They snorted coldly, turned around, and slammed the door shut.

Zhang Qing, who had just been all smiles, suddenly turned ashen-faced.

"Brother, we need to find a chance to cripple this old dog!" Li Fan was furious, his face trembling with anger, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“We used to run errands for him like grandsons, and now that we’ve lost power, he thinks he can just send us away with a few taels of silver?”

"I can't take this breath!"

"Of course we should cripple him!" Zhang Qing's eyes were filled with ruthlessness: "He's done two years of dirty work for us, it's not hard to get rid of him!"

"It's a pity the Hungry Tiger Gang is gone. We need to join a new gang as soon as possible, otherwise we'll have to suffer this humiliation again." Zhang Qing said, suppressing his anger.

"This time, we can't choose another short-lived gang like the Hungry Tigers," Li Fan said helplessly.

The small gangs in Qingshan County are simply changing too quickly.

Rise today, disappear tomorrow. They grew up on the streets, and the Hungry Tiger Gang is the third gang they've ever joined.

"No rush, let's make some money first. You can't get into a big gang without money." Zhang Qing came to see Painter Yan this time hoping to get a fee to pave the way for a gang affiliation later.

To their surprise, the old man was so stingy. He dismissed them with just a few taels of silver, saying, "We'll settle this score later."

"Let's go find that scholar and collect the debt. His portraits are amazing; even Old Man Yan couldn't resist wanting to cripple him. That means his paintings are valuable. We've been locked up for so long; he must have made a lot of money by now."

“I know where he lives.” Li Fan’s eyes lit up.

Touching his wounded scars, Zhang Qing's face turned sinister: "Let's go!"

A frail scholar almost crushed his hand – what a disgrace!
"Let's see who can save him this time."

"Don't worry, brother, I'll break his arms and legs for you." Li Fan laughed heartily, as if he could see piles of silver money beckoning to him.

Uh...

A low, whistling sound suddenly rang out.

Phew!

Blood splattered.

The burly man, Li Fan, turned pale and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

My left calf was hit by something, and blood was flowing freely.

He was about to reach out and press on the bleeding point.

Uh...

The roar resumed.

The area that had just been hit was struck again.

Click!

Scattered white bones, along with mottled bloodstains, splattered into the air.

Ow...

Li Fan screamed in agony.

His left shinbone was broken by a random attack, the bloodied bone protruding from his skin.

Zhang Qing's expression immediately changed: "Hero, spare me... Ouch!"

Uh...

Click!

Zhang Qing's right tibia was abruptly fractured, exposing the white bone fragments.

Boom!

Two clods of dirt struck the two men in the neck almost simultaneously.

With screams, the two men collapsed unconscious like ducks being choked.

Chen Mu emerged from the shadows at the street corner, looking at the two thugs with a complicated expression.

"People's hearts have turned bad."

Out of respect for the painter Yan, Chen Mu would take a walk around the vicinity of the painter Yan's house every day.

I don't mean anything by it, I just want to find an opportunity to talk to him alone and maybe give him a big gift or something.

Chen Mu had a pleasant conversation with him last time, and wanted to talk to him again.

I never expected to run into these two things.

With the idea that "no fight, no friendship" in mind, Chen Mu originally wanted to chat with the two brothers.

After all, he still needs to make a living in Qingshan County. If he can get along well with his friends, he might be able to turn enemies into friends and expand his business.

Of course, it's not good to arrive empty-handed on the first meeting.

There happened to be a few well-shaped pebbles on the ground, and thinking that they would be great to collect, I picked them up and silently followed...

"It's a pity that people's hearts are treacherous," Chen Mu said with a sigh.

"I originally intended to be friends with you, but you secretly plotted to harm me. It's true, I offered my heart to the bright moon, alas..." Chen Mu sighed and silently reached into the other person's inner sleeve pocket.

(End of this chapter)