Life Simulation: Add Entries Starting From Health Preservation Skills

five days later.

The "bad news" came out-the Fuyuan Escort Bureau was attacked when it was escorting the bodyguards to Yuanchang Fucheng.

There were more than 30 bodyguards in the entire bodyguard team, including the two masters of blood training, Cheng Shan and Han Lin, the second master, and none of them survived.

In the past few days, apart from practicing the formula of health preservation, Han Zhao would go to the inner city whenever he had time to see what news the Fuyuan Escort had.

Being hit hard by this, the Fuyuan Escort suddenly lost its backbone. In addition to facing compensation for the failure of the escort, other forces in the inner city also took action one after another to carve up the interests of the Fuyuan Escort.

When Han Zhao went to the Fuyuan Escort in the afternoon, the rest of the people had handed over all their property and territory, and were about to pack up and move out of Black Rock City. Obviously, some forces in the city had received the news in advance.

He stood not far from the gate of the escort agency, looking at the magnificent facade of the escort agency, and the escorts who looked like bereaved dogs, and sighed in his heart.

Back in Xinqiaofang, Han Zhao obviously felt that the attitude of the people who greeted him had changed, and some people even followed him.

After breaking through the health regimen, Han Zhao's hearing became much sharper, and the footsteps not far behind kept a rhythm, clearly following him.

‘The news is really well-informed! '

Han Zhao directly changed his route and rushed towards the most prosperous Yihefang in the outer city.

Shaking Mountain Boxing Academy is there.

Han Zhao walked out of the alley, facing a big house.

I saw two stone lions more than one meter high standing at the door, and the plaque on the door said the four characters of "Shaking Mountain Boxing Academy", so angry!

He patted his face, then pinched the flesh on the inner thigh, twisted it hard, tears welled up in his eyes, then wiped away the tears with his sleeve, and walked towards the opposite 'Mountain Boxing Academy'.

Walking to the door, you can hear shouts coming from the courtyard wall.

Han Zhao went up and knocked on the door.

Squeak!

The door opened, and a dark, tall and strong bald young man leaned out his upper body, and then stepped over the threshold, "Are you here to learn boxing?"

[This is a young man suffering from hair loss at a young age, bald is a taboo word. 】

Han Zhao almost laughed out loud at the prompt message in his sight.

It's just that he didn't dare.

He was only 1.7 meters tall, and the opponent was a head taller than him, at least 1.9 meters. Standing in front of him felt like a wall.

"I want to learn sword skills." Han Zhao clasped his fists and said.

"Learning sword skills?" The young man was obviously stunned for a moment, looked Han Zhao up and down, and then said: "Learn boxing for one or two months, and learn sword skills for three or two months. You have to pay for three months first. Is that enough?"

"Yes."

"Come in." Hearing this, the young man gave up his position and signaled Han Zhao to go in.

Han Zhao nodded, straightened his neckline, took a breath, and stepped over the threshold.

After entering the door, there is a large open space in front of you, which is divided into two parts, one left and one right.

The apprentice on the right is either holding a stone lock to practice strength, or punching a sandbag. It looks like he is laying the groundwork. From time to time, someone is sneaking towards the left.

The apprentices on the left are training in groups of two and two. The boxing movements are much faster, and they obviously have a method.

There may be forty or fifty people in the entire yard, all wearing black training uniforms, black trousers, and a pair of black mille-soled cloth shoes, with a fist-sized word 'Lu' embroidered on the left chest.

Seeing Han Zhao's appearance as a powerless scholar, the men who were resting on the right pointed at him, as if saying: 'This kid will definitely not be able to hold on. '

On the aisle between the front yard and the back yard was a rattan chair, on which lay an old man with beard and gray beard.

At this moment, the old man squinted his eyes slightly, basking in the sun leisurely, shaking his legs while nibbling melon seeds, a piece of melon seed skin was still stuck on the beard of his right chin, he did not look like a master at all, he was clearly a retired man enjoying life the old man.

【A martial artist who trains strength, protects the body with strength, stimulates strength at will, easily possesses a thousand catties of strength, and can crush you to death with one finger. It is recommended to hug your thighs, which is good for making money. 】

The reminder message in sight made Han Zhao not underestimate the old man in the slightest.

The bald young man trotted to the wicker chair of the old man, squatted down respectfully, whispered something in the old man's ear, and pointed at Han Zhao standing in the middle of the yard.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Han Zhao.

Seeing this, the strong black youth waved at Han Zhao: "Come here and meet Master Lu!"

Han Zhao stepped forward.

Lu Yi looked Han Zhao up and down, and said, "You want to learn Duanyue Saber Technique?"

Han Zhao nodded, and said respectfully, "Student Han Zhao, I met Mr. Lu."

Lu Yi stood up, reached out and gently squeezed Han Zhao's right arm.

Han Zhao felt as if the numb tendon had been rubbed repeatedly, and the whole right side of his body was numb.

'Is this strength? '

Then, Lu Yi pinched Han Zhao's left arm, then his ribs, and finally his spine and shoulder bones.

"The bones are a bit weak." Lu Yi frowned slightly, and sat back on the wicker chair again, "Go over there and pay the money, and learn for three months first."

Hearing this, Han Zhao reached into his clothes, took out a white booklet, and offered it with both hands, saying, "The student has no money with him, but he is willing to use this 'Qiansiyin' exercise as a tuition fee. Is it possible?"

"He uses a book of exercises as tuition? Does it hurt to have too much money?"

"Qiansi Yin? Isn't that the martial arts of 'Qiansi Hand' Han Lin? This kid is"

"It should be Han Lin's youngest son. It's the medicine jar that took thousands of taels of silver."

"A martial arts that can be cultivated to the level of blood training can be sold for a hundred and eighty taels of silver even if it is put on the black market. Is it such a prodigal?"

"You don't know yet, Han Lin and Fuyuan Escort are all over! I'm here today."

Han Zhao's behavior caught the attention of the apprentices, and they began to whisper to each other. Some well-informed people already knew the inside story.

"Oh?!" Lu Yi was stunned for a moment, and said, "Boy Han, are you Han Lin's youngest son?"

Han Zhao responded, "Yes, Master Lu."

Lu Yi took the white booklet, flipped through it casually, and said, "It's pretty good, but it's a pity that I don't have the most critical visualization diagram, otherwise the price can be doubled at least a hundred times, and now it's worth seven or eighty taels of silver at most. But I don’t want to spend money on it, it’s okay to pay for tuition.”

"Thank you, Master Lu." Han Zhao cupped his fists and said, what he wanted was to let everyone know that he had given Lu Yi the 'Qiansi Yin'.

"Smart boy." Lu Yi chuckled. He heard about Han Lin, so he understood Han Zhao's situation.

He went on to say: "I don't take advantage of you, this old man. You should try to learn the saber technique for half a year first. If you can't break through the level of skin training, you should switch to Shaking Mountain Fist as soon as possible, so that there will be no delay. In addition, you will be provided with lunch for half a year. If you have meat, you will be full."

"It's all up to Master Lu to make the decision." Han Zhao bowed and said, although Lu Yi still got at least 50/50, but for him, gaining time to practice safely is invaluable.

This wave is a win-win.

"Well, not bad. Although your roots are a little weaker, it is also very important to practice swordsmanship comprehension. Maybe you can really break through in half a year. Practice hard."

Lu Yi was in a good mood and encouraged Han Zhao a few words.

"Students must practice hard and strive for an early breakthrough." Han Zhao said sternly, even if he had the sword qualification bonus of [Sword and Sword], he would not slack off in the slightest.

"Okay." Lu Yi clapped his hands, "How about this, if you can really learn the first level of saber skills and break through the leather refining realm within half a year, four months, four months, I will give you the one I used in the early years. How about a spare saber?"

"Thank you, Master Lu!" Han Zhao's eyes lit up. Is there such a good thing?

A good saber costs seven to eight taels. As a martial artist who refines strength, even if it is a spare saber, the price has to be doubled, right?

Even if he sells the iron, earns another 10 taels of silver to simulate, and then uses attribute points to add points, he still has to break through within four months.

What's more, if you practice with all your strength, you may not be unable to break through in four months.

It took him five months to break through in the last simulation to practice Shaking Mountain Fist.

The Duanyue Saber Technique is naturally more difficult than the Shaking Mountain Fist, but the three times the extra qualification of the Saber Dao is not a decoration.

"Don't worry, this old man never breaks his word." Seeing Han Zhao's surprised look, Lu Yi stretched out his hand to stroke the beard of his chin. of melon seeds.

He withdrew his smile and pinched the melon seeds.

"Thank you, Master Lu!" Han Zhao lowered his head, pretending not to see it.

Lu Yi pointed to the bald young man beside him and said, "This dark guy is called Zhao Yuantu, he is your elder brother, he will teach you the most basic things for beginners. In addition, I will teach you the sword technique personally, and come early in the afternoon a little."

"Yes, Master Lu."

"I have seen the big brother."

"Hey, Junior Brother Han. Come with me. I'll take you to practice clothes, and then teach you the basic exercise methods. You can start practicing now." Although Zhao Yuantu looks fierce, his laughter is a bit honest.

"Thank you, senior brother." Han Zhao followed.

"Boy Han."

Lu Yi suddenly stopped Han Zhao.

"Master Lu?" Han Zhao turned around.

Lu Yi looked at Han Zhao's reddened eyes, and lowered his voice, "Life and death are fate, and wealth depends on people. Only by becoming stronger can we change our destiny in this troubled world."

"Thank you, Master Lu, for teaching me, students, please remember."

"Go."

"Students leave."

"besides."

"Master Lu?" Han Zhao paused again.

Lu Yi grabbed a handful of melon seeds: "Don't speak so politely."

"okay."