The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

The sun was blazing.

The heat was so unbearable that it was hard to breathe.

When I walked into the yard, I saw about fifty or sixty people sweating profusely. Each of them was chopping hard with a wooden sword or stick in their hands, and their mouths were not idle either.

"Hum..."

"Ha ha……"

"Humph..."

"........."

It's not random fighting, but there is a certain rhythm to it.

Cui Meng walked around, pointed his finger, and then looked around again, frowning slightly. He grabbed a person and asked, "Monkey, why don't the five newcomers practice martial arts here?"

The monkey was of average height, about 1.7 meters tall, and looked quite strong. He was just performing a set of stick techniques, which were flexible, varied, and powerful, and quite famous.

What did he have to do with the new guys? His six months were almost over, and now he just wanted to master this set of stick techniques so that he wouldn't die in the mouth of a ferocious beast or under someone else's knife.

"Coach Cui, I don't know!"

“Yeah.” Cui Meng responded, patted his shoulder, and said, “Practice hard, and strive to break through the third level of body training after you get out, and reach the level of mastery of the Monkey Stick Technique.”

Martial arts realms: Nine levels of body refining, three levels of true qi, innate realm, nine levels of flying, five qi convergence realm, three flowers realm, free and easy heaven realm, holy realm...

The depth of Qi and blood in each martial arts realm is divided into four small realms: early, middle, late, and peak.

The practice of cultivation is divided into several levels according to the level of proficiency.

Getting started, minor success, mastery, major success, perfection...

There is no end to martial arts. After the skills are perfected, there are other realms. It's just that Cui Meng's cultivation is too low and his vision is not high, so he naturally can't know.

Cui Meng was at the peak of the ninth level of physical training. He had already mastered the Monkey Stick Technique and the Swift Wind Knife in the physical training realm, and was only one step away from the third level of true Qi.

Chen Hou was talented and willing to work hard. He came from a poor family and sold himself to Baicaotang in order to save his sister's life.

"Thank you for your concern, Coach! I will continue to practice my stick skills."

"go Go."

Chen Hou continued to practice his Monkey Stick Technique and ignored everything else. Cui Meng led Huang Feng to the room in the west courtyard.

"Ta-ta..."

There were footsteps in the room, disorderly and obviously a little panicked.

"Bang bang..."

The door was pushed open, and five young men came out, their clothes in disarray and haphazardly draped.

Damn, these people are actually sleeping, and such a good time is wasted.

Cui Meng suddenly became furious, picked up a bamboo stick nearby and hit everyone with it.

"Clap clap..."

"Coach, stop fighting. We won't dare to do it again!"

"I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore!"

"........."

Seeing that they were still behaving well, Cui Meng stopped and asked sternly, "Why don't you go practice instead of lying on the bed and sleeping? Are you thinking of being lazy now that I'm not around?"

"no!"

One of the rather strong guys immediately replied: "Coach, we have only been learning for two or three days, how can we learn it? Instead of wasting our energy, we should keep our spirits up and wait for the coach to come back and teach us."

"Liu Xiong, you are a bad boy, how can you hide it from me? Others' kung fu is also good, why don't you go and ask for their advice? If I am gone one day, will you no longer need to practice martial arts?"

Facing Cui Meng's repeated questions, Liu Xiong smiled and said, "Coach, that's not the case. We did ask them, but they all ignored us. We had no choice but to come back."

"Is there really such a thing?"

"Absolutely true!"

The five people said in unison, and it didn't seem to be fake. Cui Meng's anger also dissipated a lot. This matter is very likely true. Why would others help you practice martial arts when they are not related to you?

For half a year, their food and drink were provided by Baicaotang, and everyone had a certain limit on food and drink. People with high kung fu ate well, and people with low kung fu ate poorly. There was one thing in common: they all had no money.

"This is Huang Feng, from Huangtang Village. You two should get to know each other better, and support each other in the future to escape slavery."

"I'm going to get him two sets of clothes and come back later. Liu Xiong, don't let me do anything bad to you!"

Hearing this, Liu Xiong scratched the back of his head and said honestly, "Don't worry, Coach. I am an honest person and I definitely don't have any bad intentions."

Liu Xiong, be honest and upright?

He only looks honest on the outside, but he is actually full of bad intentions. When Cui Meng brought him here, he tried every means to escape, but in the end he was beaten up. Later he found that Baicaotang was not bad, so he gave up the idea of escaping.

The four people who came later were all beaten by Liu Xiong. They all had bruises on their faces, and the wounds on their faces have not yet subsided. However, judging from their attitudes, they were probably submissive to Liu Xiong's tyranny.

There is no prohibition on fighting among the herbal servants of Baicaotang. As long as no one is killed, they can do whatever they want. How can warriors not fight? If you don't even dare to fight, how can you dare to fight with others, or even kill them.

Baicaotang needs to raise a group of cannon fodder who dare to fight and kill.

Older people think too much and dare not kill. Young people have no strength and it is useless. Teenagers around 15 or 16 years old are just starting to gain strength. As long as they learn one or two skills, they are not afraid of anything. They can do anything.

Cui Meng gave an order and then left.

At this time, the look in Liu Xiong and the other four's eyes when they looked at Huang Feng changed, and something was not right.

"Your name is Huang Feng, right? I'm tired of standing. Come over here and rub my shoulders!"

Huang Feng just found it funny listening to Liu Xiong's unscrupulous shouting.

"What the hell is barking in front of me?"

Hey!

Hearing this, Liu Xiong straightened his tall body and looked down at Huang Feng, anger rising in his eyes.

"What are you talking about? Do you dare to say it again?"

Ah.

Interesting.

Liu Xiong was a big, strong man, probably about 1.75 meters tall. Huang Feng, on the other hand, was only about 1.6 meters tall, a little thin, and looked like a weakling.

Unexpectedly, he said another word and almost made Liu Xiong faint on the spot.

"I said you are a dog, you are a dog thing, don't dogs understand human language? Have you gotten used to it?"

"Ah!" Liu Xiong screamed in anger, the three corpses in the corners of his eyes twitching wildly, his eyes were filled with anger, and he seemed to be about to lose his mind.

"I want you to die!"

From childhood to adulthood, no one dared to say this to him. He had never been insulted like this. He attacked without any scruples, took a step forward, and his fist was already in sight, pointing directly at Huang Feng's forehead.

Call ~

Liu Xiong was quite strong and actually created a gust of wind with his fists.

Facing this punch, Huang Feng did not retreat but advanced. He lowered his center of gravity, lowered his body, and rushed forward at the same speed.

"boom!"

The two men collided and each took four or five steps back. Huang Feng rubbed his shoulder and thought to himself: This guy is so strong, but he actually hurt his arm.

At this time, Liu Xiong's face turned blue and white. He pointed at Huang Feng with one hand and covered his stomach with the other hand. He rolled on the ground in pain.

Just imagine what would happen if a hard bone pressed against a soft abdomen, and you will understand the pain Liu Xiong would feel.

Huang Feng walked over slowly, and the other four people dispersed when they saw him. He stepped on Liu Xiong's forehead with one foot and kicked Liu Xiong's abdomen with the other foot.

"Ah ah ah..."

The screams continued and were very satisfying.

"Are you a bitch?"