Chapter 322: Winning over, People From Taiping County

Shen Qing's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect Wu Sheng to see through his thoughts so quickly.

After a moment of silence, he asked directly: "What martial arts do you want?"

Wu Sheng said: "The Wu family once had a martial arts called Tongming Fist, which is said to be from the official martial arts. I have never had the opportunity to practice in the Wu family. If possible, I would like to learn related martial arts. I wonder if you have any?"

Shen Qing couldn't help but smile.

What a coincidence. He remembered that there was such a martial arts in the martial arts hall of the county city, and even the names were very similar.

"There is a martial arts called Tongming Moving Mountain Fist. It mainly emphasizes moving mountains with internal force and condensing the fist strength to the extreme. Once it is performed, it is like a mountain collapse, indestructible. I wonder if it is similar to the Tongming Fist you mentioned?"

Wu Sheng's face was slightly stunned. He just wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect Shen Qing to actually have it and speak it out directly.

He said in surprise: "These two boxing techniques sound the same."

Shen Qing was not a person who liked to procrastinate, he said directly: "That's good, I will give you a copy later, you can study it here first, and return it to be burned after you learn it."

Wu Sheng knelt on one knee and thanked: "Thank you for your help, sir."

As for why Shen Qing had this martial arts book and was so familiar with it, he was actually a little curious in his heart, but he just thought that Shen Qing had some magical powers, and didn't think about it in the direction of spiritual consciousness and photographic memory.

After all, as martial artists, they have always practiced martial arts only to practice qi and body, not brain.

"Wait outside the door for a while."

"Yes." Wu Sheng didn't know what Shen Qing was going to do. He thought that there were other valuables hidden in his study, which was inconvenient to show to others, and he didn't think much about it. He turned around and walked out of the study and closed the door with his backhand.

He stood at the door, looking at the snowflakes falling all over the world, his heart was surging, and he had some expectations and some worries about his future fate.

The martial arts book he got today was essentially what Shen Qing wanted to give him, and he could guess that Shen Qing did this just to keep him, win people's hearts, and make him work for him.

It would be impossible for him to get away in the future.

In the study, after Wu Sheng left, Shen Qing took down the four treasures of the study from the sandalwood shelf.

He took out a piece of the best rice paper, spread it on the table, and pressed one side with a paperweight like white jade.

Shen Qing slowly ground the ink, and the ink on the inkstone gradually became thicker.

In the process of grinding the ink, he closed his eyes and concentrated, constantly recalling the details of the martial arts of Tongming Moving Mountain Fist.

After a while, he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and held the pen on the paper. His eyes became extremely focused at this moment.

He began to copy Tongming Moving Mountain Fist.

In the study, the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper sounded.

Time passed little by little, and when the last stroke was completed, Shen Qing waved his sleeves lightly, and a hot spiritual power overflowed from his palm and wrapped the papers.

Instantly, the ink was dried by this spiritual power.

He aligned the papers with his bare hands, pinched them with his fingers, and used spiritual power to make a book.

"Come in."

Standing at the door, Wu Sheng felt that some time had passed. He gently pushed the door open and his eyes fell on Shen Qing's figure.

Shen Qing was not vague. He gently picked up the bound Tongming Banshan Fist secret book on the table and handed it to Wu Sheng, and told him: "The martial arts are ready. You will practice in the mansion in the future. Don't take this martial arts out of the mansion, and don't spread it outside."

Wu Sheng took the martial arts secret book, and his eyes showed strange emotions.

Those martial arts that were difficult to obtain in the past appeared in front of him so easily, which made him feel unreal.

Now that he has this martial arts, the panacea and the wish beads will be useful to him. In the future, he can find an opportunity to break through the Qi Hai realm and make further progress.

He said nothing more, and solemnly said, "Wu Sheng thanks you, sir."

After saying that, Wu Sheng did not hesitate. He found a quiet corner in the study, sat cross-legged, opened the secret book, and began to practice seriously.

The study returned to silence again, with only Wu Sheng's occasional low exhalation due to his comprehension of new moves, and the subtle sound of his spiritual power flowing in his body.

Shen Qing watched silently from the side, and could not help but have some expectations for Wu Sheng.

Now, among the people he trusts most, Tian Xiaohu and Xiao Zhi are the ones he trusts most.

It's a pity that their foundation is too poor. Even with the support of the official martial arts resources, they have only reached the level of stretching and training bones, and are still one step away from the state of nourishing qi.

It will take some time to continue to improve their cultivation.

Therefore, there are not many people around him who can be used.

Wu Sheng is knowledgeable and, according to his observation, his character is also acceptable. He is a person who can be cultivated and won over.

As long as he helps, and they will be blessed with cultivation resources in the future, both he and the people around him will have a promising future.

…

Outside the gate of Yongzhou, a beggar approached the city with a broken bowl and a polished bamboo stick.

It was obviously winter, but he was wearing thin clothes, and his thin body shivered in the cold wind.

The beggar staggered and stopped at the gate with difficulty. He looked up at the mottled city wall, and a light flashed in his eyes. He muttered to himself: "Finally I have reached Yongzhou..."

Before he finished speaking, two lines of tears had quietly slipped down.

He wiped away his tears. Although his clothes were already tattered, he still tidied them up and walked towards the city gate with others.

Yongzhou did not charge an entrance fee, so the old beggar entered the city without any hindrance.

When he entered the city, he saw the rows of shops and noisy people, and he couldn't help but sigh: "It is indeed a county town, far from a small place like Taiping County. I will definitely be able to settle down here."

He walked forward and asked everyone he met along the way: "Excuse me, is there anyone here who needs to write letters or do accounts?"

However, passers-by either hurried past or cast disdainful eyes, and no one responded.

He was kicked out of some shops before he even entered, let alone giving him a chance.

Just when he was about to give up, a pedestrian passed by and the conversation between the two could not help but drift into his ears.

"I heard that Lord Shen's house is looking for servants, and the requirements are quite high. Do you want to give it a try?"

"Of course I should give it a try. Everyone knows that the Shen family is in its heyday now. Lord Shen is still young, and his future is bound to be limitless. If I can get in now, I will definitely be able to make a living and won't starve to death."

"Shen family?"

The old beggar's heart was quickened when he heard this, and for some reason he thought of the family in the village before.

"Go and try your luck. Even if I can't become an accountant, I can become an old servant and eat some leftover rice soup. I have fallen to this point, and I can't care about being polite."

After thinking for a while, the old beggar put the broken bowl in his pocket, asked for the direction of the Shen family's mansion, and walked quickly.