The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

West courtyard.

There were constant wails in the courtyard.

Coming to this world for no reason, all I encountered was shit. Huang Feng was already furious, and Liu Xiong had actually run into the crossfire.

"You are talking!"

"You are a dog! Are you?"

Liu Xiong was a tough guy. He rolled on the ground in pain and wailed in pain, but that didn't stop him.

Ah.

Seeing this, Huang Feng raised his foot again and was about to kick a few more times. He heard a voice coming from outside the yard.

"stop fighting!"

"If you hit like this, someone will die."

Cui Meng went to get two sets of clothes, and on the way back he heard wailing, probably because the fight had started again. He ran over quickly and saw Huang Feng beating Liu Xiong violently, kicking him hard in the stomach.

He was really ruthless and showed no mercy.

These people were bought by Baicaotang with money. Sometimes people are also treasures and cannot be damaged at will.

Fighting is not prohibited, but no one must die. Otherwise, life must be exchanged for life, so that these fearless guys will be a little afraid.

Hearing this, Huang Feng whispered, "Liu Xiong, right? You're lucky, I'll take care of you next time!"

Then he laughed and said, "Coach Cui, we were just joking. It's nothing serious. How could someone get killed?"

"Humph!" Cui Meng snorted coldly.

"You better behave yourself! Here are two sets of clothes for you, take them carefully."

Handing the item over, he looked it up and down, then asked, "Have you practiced it?"

"no!"

Tsk.

Cui Meng could not help but gasp. Neither of them had practiced martial arts, but Liu Xiong was tall and strong. He was more than a circle bigger than Huang Feng. Normally, Huang Feng would definitely not be his opponent. Unexpectedly, it was Liu Xiong who fell to the ground.

good! good!

Perhaps he was not mistaken. Huang Feng was indeed a good candidate for martial arts.

"Starting tomorrow, you will go get a bowl of Qi and Blood Soup every morning. I will explain everything to Old Hu."

Qi and blood soup?

Is it a decoction to replenish qi and blood? Not a decoction to strengthen yang?

When the others heard the words "Qi Xue Tang", their eyes were filled with burning desire. This thing is really good. I heard that it costs a hundred copper coins to buy a bowl, and most people can't afford it.

One hundred copper coins equaled one hundred coins, or one penny of silver. One tael of silver equaled one thousand coins, and ten taels of silver equaled one tael of gold.

Only when these medicine servants become true warriors, that is, when their cultivation reaches the body refining realm, will they be qualified to be rewarded with a bowl of qi and blood soup.

Of course, this only applies in Baicaotang. Slaves from other forces do not receive such treatment.

Although Huang Feng didn't know what Qi and Blood Soup was, he guessed something after hearing these three words. It didn't look like a bad thing, so he replied respectfully, "Thank you, Master!"

"Nothing!" Cui Meng waved his hand and replied.

"This is what you deserve. But you all must know clearly that you must be sensible when dealing with your own people and never kill them, otherwise you will pay with your life."

"Today, you can take a rest. Tomorrow, I will teach you martial arts again."

After saying this, Cui Meng left.

Liu Xiong was seriously injured, and the other four were scared out of their wits. Huang Feng had just arrived and had been tied up all night. He was already mentally exhausted, and forcing himself to practice martial arts would only result in half the effort and twice the results, and would also hurt his body.

After taking a quick glance, Huang Feng said coldly, "Why don't you guys take me in?"

Hearing this, the four of them shuddered all over, and ran over in a hurry.

"Boss Huang, let us help you get your clothes."

"Yes, yes, it's too small for Boss Huang to do it himself. Leave it to us, leave it to us."

"........."

When I opened the door, a strong stench of sweat hit me.

Ouch! Holy shit!

There was a large bunk bed inside, and the weather was hot, and these people had no regard for hygiene. It was really a pigsty.

"Open the door. You guys should wash up before coming in."

"Boss Huang, water is very precious right now, and there is nothing we can do."

This is true.

In a year of severe drought, even drinking water is a problem, how can it be used for bathing? Baicaotang is a big family with a lot of wealth, and it is impossible for them to enjoy it. They are not qualified.

Huang Feng had no choice but to accept it. He chose a seat by the window, which was originally where Liu Xiong slept, but now it belonged to him.

As for Liu Xiong, he is still lying on the ground, but he no longer cries out in pain, and no one goes to see him.

The strong prey on the weak, and the strong are respected. This sentence has long been deeply rooted in people's minds. This is the way of the world, and it has never changed.

After a while, Huang Feng changed his clothes and shoes, and changed everything from head to toe. He threw away the torn clothes and straw sandals.

"It's time for dinner. Tell me so I can take a nap."

He was indeed tired, physically exhausted and couldn't stop himself from feeling tired.

Hearing this, the four of them hurried over and said respectfully, "Don't worry, Boss Huang. It will probably take another hour."

Then he found a tattered palm leaf fan from somewhere and stood aside to fan himself. The breeze was quite refreshing. However, Huang Feng was not very used to being served by others.

"Go wherever you feel cool. Don't disturb my sleep."

After saying that, he closed his eyes. After a few breaths, he began to snore like thunder. The four of them looked at each other and tiptoed out of the room.

In such a hot day, who would be willing to serve others? Who would really want to be a slave?

After arriving at the door, they saw Liu Xiong still lying on the ground, and they felt extremely happy. None of them had practiced martial arts, but Liu Xiong was born with supernatural power, and the four of them tied together could not beat Liu Xiong.

Hey.

Unexpectedly, Huang Feng knocked him down so easily that he couldn't get up until now. It seems that it's not just about who has more strength that counts, sometimes the means of fighting are also important.

A means of fighting!

Then they could only practice martial arts. Perhaps if they practiced diligently, they might be able to defeat Liu Xiong one day. When that happened, they would also let Liu Xiong serve them tea and water and fan them to keep them cool.

The four ignored Liu Xiong and found a cool place to close their eyes and rest. They would practice martial arts seriously tomorrow and beat Liu Xiong half to death with their own hands.

They didn't have this idea at first, until they saw Huang Feng's methods, then this thought arose in their minds.

The sun is like fire.

From a distance, there was actually steam floating on the stone slabs. It was really hot and unbearable. Huang Feng was also very tired. Occasionally, hot wind blew by the window, but he still slept soundly.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard voices calling out and someone shaking his body.

"Boss Huang, Boss Huang, it's time for dinner."

Huang Feng opened his eyes and came to his senses after a few breaths.

"go!"

"Let's go eat!"

He stood up neatly. He had to say that his young body was good. After only an hour's rest, his energy and spirit had been restored to almost the same level. His appetite increased greatly, his stomach was rumbling, and he couldn't wait any longer.

When he walked out of the door, Liu Xiong was lying on his back under the eaves, still unable to move.

Tsk.

He has a good physique. Huang Feng felt that he had hit him hard. Most people would have to lie down for at least half a day. Liu Xiong had recovered a lot, and it would be estimated that he would be able to get up soon.

He just took a quick glance and didn't take it seriously.

The sky is big and the earth is big, dry rice is the biggest.

He walked quickly out of the house, and the other four followed closely behind him. They didn't care about Liu Xiong's condition, but instead seemed quite happy.