[Comprehensive martial arts] Dad Qin wants to be the master

What Mu Zhangmen plays is not the piano, but loneliness.

Because his qin can only produce one Deng sound.

He is also the only one in his sect.

When this person Yiqin walked on the streets of Songyang Town, no one knew that he was the new head of Songshan.

The great monk from the Shaolin Temple next door dug the wall in front of him.

"Shu Mo waited. The Songshan School's thirteen Taibaos, twelve of them belonged to our Shaolin. Don't say that the medical center can't be opened, his entire sect is dead!"

The old man stretched out his hand to touch the sore on his back, his brows were wrinkled in pain, the Songshan Medical Center is still closed at dusk today, maybe something really happened to the Songshan School.

He sighed, and went to the queue outside the door of the opposite Shaolin Medical Center.

Unexpectedly, the monk stopped him and said, "Hey, uncle, you have to pay three hundred cash for the consultation if you want to stand in this line."

The uncle's expression changed suddenly: "I usually pay ten cents for seeing a doctor!"

"Uncle will also say that it was in the past, and now there is only one medical clinic in Shaolin in the town." The monk smiled, pointing to another long line that can line up from the street to the end of the street, "If you don't pay the money, you have to wait in another line. Whether you can see the disease or not, depends on your life."

The old man was so angry and irritable, the sore on his back became more and more painful, he gritted his teeth and prepared to go home and spend more than half a month's living expenses to see a doctor.

Only the sound of a light came from the Songshan Medical Center.

The sound is crisp and sweet, making the Lingtai clear.

The old man loosened his back, and then stretched out his hand to touch it, the sore had deflated.

The player who played the piano was a handsome young man in plain clothes, with red spots on his brows, he didn't look like an ordinary person at first glance.

Fungus is really not from this world.

He was originally a new disciple of the Changge Sect. He was very happy when he first entered the sect.

There is no Changge, no Chunyang, no Wanhua in the New World, and Shaolin is not that Shaolin. The monks in it all fall into the money pit, trying to cut leeks from the people at the bottom of the mountain all day long.

In order to make their own medical center the only one in the town, Shaolin Temple coerced and lured them to use various means to hollow out the masters of the Songshan School next door.

As soon as the fungus crossed over, he caught up with the old head Zuo Lengchan and was dying of anger. Before he could react, he put on the ring of the head to inherit the mantle.

The master ring is the carrier of the system. It reminds the host that as long as he can build the Songshan faction into the largest faction in the Jianghu, he will be able to accumulate enough luck to reverse time and space and help him return to the original world.

To build a sect, you must have money. This world is not like the original world where you can hunt monsters everywhere to collect money. The head master Mu had no choice but to carry his piano and go to the medical clinic opened by the sect at the foot of the mountain to make a living.

The old man ran back to the Songshan Medical Center excitedly, and took out five copper coins for the head Mu.

"Five Wen?" the fungus complained, "Didn't you say ten Wen just now?"

The ring in his hand comes with a martial arts character correction system, which blocks his words in the air wall, and then imitates his voice to forcibly modify the lines: "Xing Chivalry is righteous, I have a duty in my generation, and I don't want to repay."

The old man was so grateful that he rushed outside and yelled: "Songshan Medical Center is open, five cents per person, and it can be cured immediately!"

The queue at the entrance of the Shaolin Medical Center dispersed abruptly, and they all gathered at the Songshan Medical Center to line up.

No matter men, women, old or young, no matter how sick or not, no matter how rich or poor, everyone will leave five copper coins.

The wooden head, who is framed by the human system, can't take the initiative to ask others for money, and has to rely on them to set the price by themselves.

The fungus uses the method of knowing each other, and it takes nearly six seconds to make a "gong" sound. The mildly ill take a sip of milk, and the seriously ill have a few more sips. In less than an hour, all the diseases of 700 people have been cured.

No medication, no injection, no surgery, no sequelae, this price is definitely good news for patients, and the people in the city have loudly cursed the Shaolin Medical Center for cheating money.

The great monk who fooled the patient was so angry that his teeth itch, but he claimed to be a decent family in Shaolin, so he didn't want to smash Songshan in broad daylight, so he had to hold back for the time being.

After seeing off the last patient, the wooden head yawned boredly.

Playing only one Gong Yin for most of the day, no wonder I feel lonely.

The fungus doesn't know other moves, the system says that he can gradually comprehend as the sect upgrades.

Only counting money is not lonely.

Today's income: 3800 texts.

The wooden head swept all the copper coins that the patient put on the table into his purse.

The same style as Jisan, a magical money bag that cannot be filled no matter how many copper coins are thrown in, and a magical money bag that can automatically convert one hundred copper coins into one tael of silver.

Rub the master ring to display sect data.

[Songshan School

Grade: Blossoms and Fruits

Buildings: 1/3 (medical hall, to be constructed, to be constructed)

Assets: **/20 gold (requires an accountant)]

Head Mu scratched his head, he couldn't do the bookkeeping by himself, so he had to recruit disciples who knew how to keep books in order to decipher Songshan's existing assets.

It's all the fault of the damn people who set up the system, otherwise how can they only make a little money a day?

The wooden head is still quite optimistic.The silver in his hand is far from 20 gold, but it is enough for him to eat and drink in the new world of martial arts and occasionally show off his wealth.

I heard that the braised salmon in Xianhe Tower in the town is good.

The fungus was about to move its chopsticks, and with a "snap", someone threw a small package on the ground.

The sound of heavy silver hitting the floor.

"This is the deposit. Your Excellency, please come over immediately to treat my young master."

It's so easy to meet a generous local tyrant, but it's a pity that the head of Mu doesn't want to take the money.

He didn't even look at the man and ate the fish.

The man arrogantly shouted: "My son is kind enough to invite you, why doesn't Sect Master Mu know what is good?"

The fungus replied coldly: "Your young master, please learn what is called please first."

The visitor walked away angrily, swearing and waiting and seeing.

The fungus secretly switched his mentality to Mo Wen.

Milk people use mutual acquaintances, beat people use don't ask.

Sure enough, before the meal was finished, two old men came to pick things up.

They wore robes, one cherry red and one banana green.

They carried swords behind their backs, daggers without sheaths, and the cold light was threatening.

They come up and ask and answer themselves.

The red-robed old man said: "You must be Songshan's new wooden head."

Without waiting for the fungus to answer, the green-robed old man took over: "It's not wrong, you are, Manager Xu said you ate braised salmon."

The red-robed old man said: "Don't think that we dare not kill you because you are the head of the sect."

The old man in green robe continued: "Don't you think that if you ask you to rule people, you won't be killed."

The red-robed old man said again: "Do you know that Songshan's martial arts can't compare to ours?"

The old man in green robe didn't give the fungus a chance to speak, and he grabbed the conversation again: "Your former left master saw us and walked around."

The red-robed old man said: "Should you know who we are?"

The green-robed patriarch echoed: "You must know, now we want you to speak out!"

The more the two talked, the more excited they became, and their faces became more and more frightening. The drinkers and diners around retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected by the fight.

The fungus took a sip of the wine, bah, the wine is not good, and by the way, he used this expression to tell them that we don't know each other well, and I really don't know who you are.

The old man in green robe was furious: "I am Yang Luliu."

The red-robed old man also reported himself: "I am Li Hongying."

Seeing that the fungus was unmoved, the two became more anxious, and shouted in unison: "Red cherry and green willow, killing people like hemp, attacking with two swords, invincible in the world!"

How does the fungus think the two of them look like idiots.

The crowd of onlookers was already in a mess. These two killers were the most murderous monsters in the Jianghu.Three years ago, Liu Yuanwai in Songyang Town offended the two of them, and his family of more than [-] people was killed overnight.

The diners scrambled and squeezed out of the gate of Songhe Tower, fearing that they would suffer.

Yang Luliu wants to use passers-by to make an example of others.In his right hand, there is a shiny black gold silk thread, and the end of the silk thread is tied with the dagger behind his back. With a wave of his hand, the dagger flew out from behind as if it had eyes, and galloped towards the forehead of a young man. .

deng!

Yang Luliu and her sword were blown out of the window by the powerful shock wave of the piano sound.

Li Hongying, who hadn't drawn her sword yet, was dumbfounded.

You know, it was Xiao Shishilang who was famous in the world back then, and he couldn't defeat them within three moves.

This young man only used one move!

A move that is calm and breezy, a move with great power!

When did the Songshan School produce such a character?

The author has something to say:

I didn't remember the time of skill cooling and breath adjustment so accurately, so I probably fell down.

The currency is 1 gold = 100 silver = 1w copper.

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