Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Chapter 392

"Leaving so soon? Brother Zheng is really smart. He didn't forget to settle the account before leaving."

In the restaurant, Capt. Qian looked at the brocade box containing spiritual herbs on the table, as well as half the table of unfinished delicacies and wine.

The guest sitting opposite him, surnamed Zheng, is a businessman in the herbal medicine business from out of town. It is said that his backstage is related to the uprising King Nan.

Mr. Qian didn't pay much attention to it. Most people doing business in these troubled times have to have some kind of backstage protection. Even if they really don't have one, they have to pretend to have one.

After thinking carefully for a moment, Mr. Qian took out the food box from his arms, pulled the half-eaten dishes in on the half table, and then stood up and left.

"Qian Qian seems to be used to being poor. He is still the same as before." In the corner of the restaurant lobby, Qiao Mu glanced at Qian Captou's back.

He didn't come forward to recognize him.

Although the two parties have worked together before, they actually have little friendship.

On the contrary, Qian Lao, who was in prison in Heyang Fucheng, got along better with Qiao Mu verbally.

"Mr. Qian passed away two years ago." Qiao Mu rubbed the head of the fat cat next to him and narrowed his eyes.

One thousand taels of silver is an extremely huge amount for a headhunter who is not even an official.

At the same time, it also happens to be the "ransom" paid by the robber Qian Lao.

It seems that without the pressure of the ransom, the money for the headhunter seems to be still tight. Even because of the decline in vitality after middle age, the situation is worse than two years ago.

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Qian Datou's home is in the north of the city, on the street next to the Taoist temple.

After entering the door, before he could put down the brocade box and food box in his hand, a little girl threw herself at his thigh.

"Nanny, stop making trouble, dad has brought you something delicious again this time."

The little girl was happy at first, but when Qian Qiantou opened the food box and placed it on the table, she wrinkled her little nose:

"It's leftovers again..."

Mr. Qian was slightly embarrassed, then scolded him with a straight face:

"What do you dislike? Who knows that every piece of food on the plate is hard work..."

When he just opened his mouth, the little girl had already blocked her ears and ran away.

"This kid..." Qian Captou shook his head slightly.

Children all grow up very fast, one size at a time, and now they already know what leftovers are...

"You are quite clever. You should really start preparing to practice martial arts."

There are two martial arts passed down from Qian's family. One is the light kung fu "Hidden Shadow Step" and the other is the hard kung fu "Golden Bell".

Over the years, when I was a police officer, I also relied on this hard skill to save several lives.

"The Golden Bell" is actually more important to Mr. Qian than the family's Qinggong "Hidden Shadow Step".

It's just hard work. Firstly, you have to work hard to practice and get beaten. Secondly, the hidden wounds accumulated on your body are difficult to heal. He was still able to withstand it in his prime, but at the age of Ruqian Capantou, he was already suffering from hidden diseases, and his Qi and blood had declined significantly.

Naturally, I don’t want my daughter to go through the pits I have stepped on again. Although this hard skill is not weak, it is not easy to pass it on to my daughter.

If you want to put this together, you will naturally have to find another martial artist to practice martial arts...

"Forget it." Qian Captou put away the food box without hesitation, only opened the brocade box containing the spiritual grass, and looked at it carefully.

This is a thousand taels... He couldn't help but like to see it.

In the two years since Qian's father died in prison, his money actually did not become much richer. After two years, he had saved a total of less than a hundred taels of silver.

There are seven leaves and nine grasses in the brocade box, but one plant is only a thousand taels, which is indeed a bit hot to hold.

"Brother Zheng is right, this is indeed an opportunity to change his life..." Qian Captou said to himself.

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Huajin Grandmaster Qiao Jinyin, although he is just a foreign martial artist, he has not been in Heyang Fucheng for a long time.

But his reputation was so great that the courtyard where he lived became a temporary boxing gym where Qiao Jinyin taught boxing. The number of people who were attracted by the Qiao family's reputation and came to become his disciples almost crossed the threshold.

Today, Qian Captou is also one of them.

"I, Qian Qian, am a six-door catcher in the city..." Qian Qian thought for a moment and said with a smile:

"I am an old friend of the same colleague as Joe Piff in the past. The reason why I came to visit today is actually..."

"You're bringing your children to become apprentices, right?" A powerful boxer in the yard led Qian Qian in, glanced at the little daughter beside Qian Captou, and said calmly:

"Our old master Qiao teaches boxing here. He only cares about sincerity and nothing else. It doesn't matter that you are an old friend of Qiao Pif. You don't have to deal with this with me."

Sincerity...Qian Captou froze slightly.

He originally prepared a bunch of words to build friendship with Qiao Jinyin, but the other party didn't take him seriously at all. He thought for a moment and handed over the wallet in his hand.

"A hundred taels of silver?" The strong boxer shook his head:

"Although you are sincere, it is not enough."

Qian Captou was startled:

"I heard, is this the price?"

One hundred taels of silver is actually not a small amount, it is enough for an ordinary family of three to live for several years...Qian Captou was once an eighth-level martial artist. If he taught martial arts to others, he would probably only have a maximum of ten taels of silver.

"There are so many martial arts in this world, and naturally there are superior and inferior ones. You get what you pay for." The strong boxer said:

"It was this price three days ago, but it's not now. Haven't you heard?" the strong boxer said:

"Master Qiao has joined the Southern Army to support the Nine Provinces. This great cause of supporting the Nine Provinces is not something that can be accomplished by just shouting slogans..."

"I understand." Captain Qian then hurriedly handed over the brocade box in his hand:

"Master Qiao is so righteous! I admire you. This is a small token of my appreciation for the great cause of supporting the Nine Provinces..."

The strong boxer was also a man who knew what he was talking about. He took a closer look and immediately showed a look of surprise. He led Captain Qian inside.

When they arrived at the lobby, they saw a gray-haired old man surrounded by the crowd.

The old man was still energetic, with gray hair. He looked like a man in his seventies or eighties. He was neither fat nor thin, and his face was solemn. He was teaching boxing in front of many disciples.

"Our Qiao family martial arts is about transforming strength."

"What is transforming strength? To transform strength, you must first listen to strength."

"Come, join hands." He nodded and motioned a strong boxer standing next to him who was as burly as an ox to come forward.

Both parties extended their hands, put their arms together and touched each other.

"The so-called listening to the power is not to listen with your ears, but to use your own body to feel the opponent's body force."

The old man and the strong martial artist put their hands together in the lobby, and their arms swayed and moved up and down.

"And the so-called dissolving power is to dissolve the opponent's power after understanding the opponent's power."

As the old man explained, the strong boxer roared and pressed forward suddenly.

However, he met the old man's seemingly thin arm and swung it, and his burly body like an ox suddenly tilted, stumbling to the side and stepping back seven or eight steps.

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