Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

"For ordinary people, ten cents a day for food is enough for one person. But I am a Qi and Blood Realm warrior. Even though I am only at the first level, I still have to maintain enough flesh and blood every day. I need at least thirty cents a day."

"At this rate, it's one tael of silver a month, plus one tael of rent for the house, and half a tael of protection fee from the Flying Eagle Gang, and you'll have to spend at least two and a half taels of silver a month."

Lin Bei calculated his consumption level and felt a headache.

Twenty taels of silver is enough to live on for more than half a year. During this period, you have to ensure that there are no accidents and no more expenses.

The rent in Changsheng Town is really not that expensive!

In addition to rent and food expenses, they also have to face gang exploitation.

Being poor in literature and rich in martial arts is really not just a matter of words.

If he were an ordinary person living in an ordinary town, this money would be enough for him to live comfortably for several years.

"If you can go to Changyin Mountain a few times, you might be able to gain something..."

Lin Bei picked up the "Ginseng Picker's Manual" and flipped through it. It contained many precautions.

"No, with my current level of cultivation, it's too dangerous to go into the mountains to collect ginseng!"

"I still have to wait. When my cultivation level improves, I will be more secure. Anyway, I can still last for more than half a year."

Closing the book with a snap, Lin Bei suddenly stood up and took a long breath, "I'm still not strong enough, keep practicing the sword!"

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Time flies, and the years pass.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

"Drawing the Sword Technique!"

With a soft drink, he sheathed his sword. Lin Bei wiped the large beads of sweat on his forehead, exhaled a breath, and brought up the attribute panel.

Name: Lin Bei (14 years old)

Lifespan: 61

Potential: 1

Kung Fu: Sword Drawing Technique (1% for entering the room at level 2)

"Finally a breakthrough in the sword-drawing technique!"

Lin Bei looked happy, feeling like he had finally finished the game he had been playing for a long time.

No, it's better than this!

With a smile on his face, Lin Bei held the long sword in his hand and held it casually with a sword flower. The blade of the sword instantly cut the air, and the whistling sound flashed with cold light. The trajectory was hard to find, giving people a sharp and dangerous aura.

"This is what it feels like to truly become stronger!"

Lin Bei closed his eyes and felt it for a while, and found that his understanding and use of swords had reached a higher level, and he had vaguely stepped into the door of swordsmanship.

"Are you breaking into the house..."

Lin Bei knew that this feeling was the feeling of entering a palace, and his sword-drawing skills were truly lethal at this moment!

"However, it is still too weak!"

"I need to become stronger so that I can gain a firm foothold in Changsheng Town!"

Lin Bei did not slack off because of his breakthrough in swordsmanship proficiency, he would continue to practice hard.

Just as he was about to continue practicing, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Lin Bei raised his sword and asked warily.

For the past half month, he has been living in seclusion every day, practicing swordsmanship at home. Unless necessary, he will not go out easily, and naturally he has not made many friends.

"Is it Uncle Pan?"

A short and stocky figure immediately appeared in Lin Bei's mind.

But it was quickly rejected, because an arrogant and impatient voice came from outside the door: "You are the boss of the Flying Eagle Gang, please open the door quickly and pay this month's protection fee!"

"Flying Eagle Gang!"

Lin Bei's heart trembled, he clenched the sword in his hand and hurried to open the door.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Changsheng Town is a place where martial arts warriors take root and gather. It can be said that there are all kinds of monsters, ghosts and snakes. Naturally, the formation of gangs is inevitable!

The Flying Eagle Gang is a small gang in the inner city. Most of the gang members are warriors at level four or above of the Qi and Blood Realm, but they do not have the ability to cause trouble in the inner city.

Therefore, they turned their target to the outer city and squeezed those casual cultivators who were lower in strength than them.

They rule several streets and alleys and make a fortune by collecting protection fees!

The alleyway where Lin Bei is located is within the scope of their management, and each household needs to pay half a tael of silver in protection fees every month.

Squeak!

The courtyard door opened, and two figures, one fat and one thin, stood at the door.

The fat man at the head was all fat and fat, like a big round ball. His little eyes were wide open as much as he could, with a vaguely cunning and fierce look. He was holding a roasted, sizzling and oily leg of lamb in one hand. As he spoke, Then he took a bite of the leg of lamb and made a chewing sound.

Looking at the fat man with a shiny mouth, Lin Bei frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

He knew that the people from the Flying Eagle Gang were definitely not too low in cultivation, at least they were not characters he could provoke at the moment.

"Boy, what are you looking at? Hurry up and pay the protection fee. Be quick. I have to hurry you up!"

Seeing Lin Bei's slow reaction, the thin man on the side urged him impatiently. He had two mustaches, and when he spoke, his mustache was trembling and flying, making him look a little funny.

Lin Bei showed no expression as he took out half a tael of silver and paid.

The two of them didn't stay long. They walked to the next house with a swaggering pace and continued to knock on the door. They didn't look like gangsters collecting protection fees, but more like rent collectors.

"This group of bullies are afraid of the strong!"

Lin Bei shook his head, closed the door, cursed in his heart, and prepared to continue practicing the "Sword Drawing Technique".

At this moment, the "dong dong dong" knock on the door sounded again.

Lin Bei was suddenly shocked, "Did Feiying help those two people come back to find trouble?"

"Xiao Bei, your Uncle Pan is here to see you again."

The sound coming from outside the door made Lin Bei breathe a sigh of relief.

"It turns out to be Uncle Pan!"

After opening the door, Pan Ga waved a pheasant in front of Lin Bei's eyes.

"Oh, I have been unlucky during this period. I didn't even see a single tender ginseng, but I killed a lot of pheasants. There was almost no room to put them in the house, so I had to pickle them all. During this period, Uncle Pan I almost vomited after eating chicken..."

Uncle Pan was nagging and complaining.

Lin Bei listened to his complaints with a smile and chimed in a few words from time to time.

During this period, Panga came two or three times, and each time he would bring some game to him, which can be said to be a great care for him.

As for the bad luck he mentioned, I'm afraid that's not necessarily the case.

According to the frequency with which he came to see him, he might have gone up to the mountain three or four times in half a month. Based on this time, he probably did not go deep into Changyin Mountain, but wandered around the outside for a few days at most.

Almost all the spiritual ginseng in the outermost part of Changyin Mountain has been harvested. Even tender ginseng that is two or three years old is difficult to find. It is normal that there is no harvest.

But seeing that he can come back with game every time, at least it seems that he has no losses. This kind of luck is not bad compared to those who can only pick some mushrooms and wild vegetables to go home.

Of course, Lin Bei didn't know whether Pan Ga really didn't collect the blood spirit ginseng.

After all, just like pretending to be cool, pretending to be poor is often a kind of fun.

"Uncle Pan, why don't you come in and sit down?"

Lin Bei saw that he was still chattering, so he simply invited him.

"No, no, it's getting late. My uncle still has something to do. He has to go home early. You have to take care of yourself..."

Pan Ga waved his hand and rejected Lin Bei's invitation, and then muttered a few words before leaving.

After seeing Pan Ga off, Lin Bei shook his head and went to the West Market again, selling pheasants and buying some daily necessities.

Then, he immersed himself in cultivation again!