Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he took Jiang Weichen to a bookshelf and said, "This bookshelf is full of martial arts secrets."

Jiang Weichen looked at the bookshelf filled with martial arts manuals, then looked at the shopkeeper.

I'm afraid you have misunderstood the martial arts secrets.

Your martial arts secrets are richer than the Shaolin Scripture Library.

Could it be that the outer shell has the name of the martial arts printed on it, but the inside is blank?

Jiang Weichen casually pulled out a copy of the Five Tigers Breaking Door Sword.

If Jiang Weichen remembered correctly, this was the Qin Family Village's unique martial art, with a total of sixty-four moves, and it seemed that six of them had been lost.

Turn to the first page.

Well, the painting is well done, with illustrations and text.

I looked at a few illustrations carefully, and damn, they don't make sense.

Although Jiang Weichen did not have much knowledge of martial arts, he had at least practiced the basic eight sword techniques.

Whether it is sword skills or knife skills, they all evolved from basic moves.

However, this Five Tigers Breaking Door Sword is seriously inconsistent.

I flipped through it quickly and found that there were still sixty-four moves. Qinjiazhai had lost six of them. Do you have the complete version?

Jiang Weichen read several books in succession and even learned all 72 Shaolin unique skills.

"You're selling fake secret manuals here. Aren't you afraid that Shaolin Temple will cause trouble for you?"

Jiang Weichen asked doubtfully.

The shopkeeper knew he couldn’t hide it, so he said, “This is just a branch, there are Wenxin Bookstores in many places.

Do you think we have no backers? Our backers are the imperial court."

Jiang Weichen understood that this was the court's idea, which was to deliberately sell fake secret books.

I bought a fake secret book, went home and spent a lot of time and energy practicing it, but found that I couldn't do anything.

Then the enthusiasm for practicing martial arts will be reduced to a lower level.

Furthermore, these martial arts names are also the inheritance of various sects, and they also bring discredit to those sects.

The martial arts sects knew that this was the imperial court's intention, but they could only swallow their anger.

Jiang Weichen immediately lost interest and asked to find me some enlightenment books with more complete texts.

Jiang Weichen looked at the Taizu Changquan in his hand, turned it over and took a look. It looked quite similar to the original, so he was about to put it back.

It suddenly occurred to me that this might be true.

Taizu Changquan is the martial art of Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty.

The court's smearing of martial arts sects was an act of suppressing martial arts people, but smearing Zhao Kuangyin was unjustifiable.

Taizu Changquan should either not be placed here, or if it is placed here, it should be true.

Jiang Weichen didn't expect to get a copy at a discount.

The shopkeeper looked at the Taizu Changquan in Jiang Weichen's hand and said with a smile: "You have good taste."

There are only a few real secret books on the entire bookshelf, and even if there are real ones, they are a mixture of true and false.

And this Taizu Changquan is one of the few true secret books.

In order to discredit the martial arts sects, it is natural to publicize Taizu's martial arts.

However, it is impossible to become a master with just a copy of Taizu Changquan, as it lacks the most important internal skills.

Only the Zhao royal family can practice that internal skill.

Chapter 28 Studying (I)

After paying the silver, Jiang Weichen took the enlightenment books and followed the little beggar to the school in the east of the city.

In the school, the teacher was giving a lecture to the students, explaining "The Great Learning".

The school in the town teaches elementary literacy and does not cover the Four Books and Five Classics.

After waiting for half an hour, the teacher asked the student to rest for half a quarter of an hour.

Jiang Weichen then went in and explained his purpose. The teacher asked without even looking up, "Do you have a letter of recommendation?"

Still need a letter of recommendation?

"No."

After Jiang Weichen finished speaking, the teacher looked up and said, "You can't enter without a letter of recommendation..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the knife in Jiang Weichen's hand, pointing directly at the door and shouting: "Get out, you martial artists, do you think you can come in here?

You are so young and don't learn well. School is sacred, how can you desecrate it?"

Jiang Weichen was stunned for a moment, then turned and left. Looking at his angry expression, one could tell that there was no hope.

Fortunately, there are many literate people in this city, and I don’t necessarily need you.

I just think that you are more knowledgeable and can not only teach words but also interpret their meanings.

After all, the books of this era were written in classical Chinese rather than vernacular Chinese, so it was still a bit difficult to understand them just by knowing the characters.

After leaving the school, Jiang Weichen took advantage of the time to visit various medical clinics one by one, including Huichuntang in East City, Jishiditang in North City, Changchuntang in West City, and Hua's Medical Clinic in South City.

As a result, except Huichuntang, the other several schools refused to accept apprentices.

However, Huichuntang would take six years to conduct an inspection, so Jiang Weichen naturally did not want to waste six years.

He expressed his willingness to pay, but did not want to learn medical skills, and only wanted him to teach him the meridians and acupoints.

If you don’t know the meridians and acupoints, you can’t practice internal energy.

The result was a direct scolding: "Am I such a superficial person? Do you care about your dirty money?"

Jiang Weichen was speechless. Seeing that it was almost dark, he handed the little beggar a tael of silver and said, "Go ahead. If possible, you should leave the Beggars' Sect as soon as possible."

Although the little beggar was intact, after an afternoon, Jiang Weichen noticed that he was only a minority.

Begging is not a good option for young people like them. Even selling themselves into slavery is better than that.

You are a helpless little beggar. You will either be "dismembered alive" by the beggar leader, or be captured by human traffickers and sold to landlords like the Liu family.

Rather than being sold by others later, it is better to choose someone with a good reputation to sell yourself now.

The little beggar happily took the silver, and it was unknown whether he took Jiang Weichen's words to heart.

At the end of the day, I am either rejected or verbally abused. It is really difficult to learn anything in this era.

Jiang Weichen was ready to give up and was planning to join the gang first.

When I have the strength and subordinates, I will capture you and see if you will teach me a lesson.

If you don't accept my toast, I'll have to drink the penalty wine for you.

The little beggar turned around and was about to leave, then turned back and said, "Actually, there's a clinic in South City called Yangshengtang. Would you like to go there? I can take you there."

"Health clinic? Aren't there only four clinics in the city?"

Jiang Weichen asked the waiter and found out that there were only four medical clinics, but no health care center.

"I heard that clinic once caused a death in someone's life, and it gradually declined after that."

The little beggar explained.

When Jiang Weichen heard this, he thought, "Is this a quack doctor?"

But you should still go and have a look, it may not be the clinic's responsibility.

After all, even in the future, with the help of high technology, there is no guarantee that the patient can be cured 100%.

Not to mention this era where everything depends on the doctor's experience.

……

At the entrance of the health center!

Jiang Weichen looked up at the crooked plaque at the door.

The center of the lobby was cluttered with furnishings. Next to the counter, an old man with messy hair and beard, half gray and half white, was lying on a recliner.

He held a wine gourd in his right hand and kept drinking wine.

Next to him, a little girl was writing and drawing on the ground.

Jiang Weichen was speechless. No wonder he fell into decline. Was he starting to give up?

But looking at the plaque, it seems to be quite old.

A clinic that has been running for so long must have some real skills.

Jiang Weichen said to the little beggar, "Your mission is complete. Thank you very much today. You can go back now."

Jiang Weichen did not go in directly to state his purpose, but went to the side and bought two strings of candied haws.

People have already started to give up, so why would they have the energy to teach others?

If you go in directly and state your purpose, you will definitely be driven away.

"Little sister, brother will treat you to candied haws!"

Jiang Weichen handed the string of candied haws to the little girl.

The little girl looked at Jiang Weichen with her big watery eyes, then looked at the candied haws in Jiang Weichen's hand and swallowed subconsciously.

"Grandpa said we shouldn't eat anything given by strangers."

Jiang Weichen said, "My name is Jiang Weichen. What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Shuyu, my grandfather calls me Xiaoyu, and my big brother can also call me Xiaoyu."

"Look, you know my name, and I know yours, and you call me big brother, so am I not a stranger anymore?"

The little girl was a little confused and thought for a long time before she said, "It shouldn't be!"

"Your grandfather only said not to eat food from strangers. Now that we know each other, we can eat candied haws. Here you go."