Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 02 I am a Martial Arts Master
Shen Zhimo, whose courtesy name is Jingshan, was born in the first year of Tianqi in the Ming Dynasty. He is twenty-five years old and is from Hangzhou. He is eight feet long (according to: the ancient unit of measurement, one foot is approximately equal to the current seven inches. Eight feet is the current
(5 feet 6 inches (about 1.86 meters)). He came from a poor family since he was a child, and he studied poetry and books diligently in pursuit of fame. When he was sixteen, his parents were persecuted and killed by the government. His dream of becoming an official was shattered, and he has traveled around the world ever since.
Traveling all over the country, I have experienced countless human experiences.
At the age of eighteen, he joined Fujian Fuwei Escort Bureau as a waiter to earn a living. Within three months, Fuwei Escort Agency encountered a massacre caused by the Qingcheng Sect in the martial arts who wanted to steal secret books. Shen Zhimo became homeless. After half a year, he sneaked into the Songshan Sect.
He worked as a sweeper and doorman to be bossed around. Soon, the Songshan sect was merged in the Wuyue Alliance, and he was kicked out by the new leader. Another half a year later, Shen Zhimo appeared at the Changle Gang, the largest gang in the capital, to collect protection fees for others.
, within a few days, the order to reward good and punish evil came, which everyone in the world heard about. The gang leader went to Xiake Island and did not come back. The Changle Gang was disbanded.
At Heimuya of the Sun and Moon God Sect, he flattered General Manager Yang, and happened to encounter the restoration of the old leader, so he fled in a hurry. As a disciple in the Shaolin Temple, he was found eating dog meat by the head of the Discipline Hall, and was kicked out of the temple with a hundred and eight sticks. In Wudang Mountain
When he was a Taoist boy, he accidentally learned of the adultery between Master Yuxu and Master Jingxin of the Hengshan School. He was worried about being silenced, so he chose a night with no breeze and bright moon to sneak away. He crashed into an ancient tomb in Zhongnan Mountain and was trapped for several days.
It took me a month to find a secret road and leave. In the end, I had no choice but to go to the streets to beg for food, and actually joined a gang called "Beggars Gang".
During this period, Shen Zhimo stayed in countless places and relied on the right time and place to obtain a large number of martial arts secrets that people in the martial arts world were crazy about. He carefully selected some suitable secrets for practice. After four years, he made rapid progress and achieved a small amount of internal strength.
He is proficient in all martial arts schools and can perform five hundred moves in one go, each of which is a different boxing technique. He has made a name for himself in the martial arts world.
A few months ago, Shen Zhimo began to have inexplicable hallucinations. He always felt that there was a buzzing in his ears, as if someone was calling. As time went by, the call became clearer, as if he was being asked to go somewhere, and the language seemed to be understandable but not understandable.
, after waking up for a while, the sound disappeared, which was puzzling.
Later, the sounds became more and more frequent, as if someone was holding a file to torture Shen Zhimo's nerves.
Just imagine if you heard someone calling you all day long, day and night, whether you were sleeping or awake, but you couldn't see the other person or even didn't know who the other person was, would you collapse?
Half a year ago, he was about to find a quiet place to think about countermeasures to his hallucinations, but he suddenly lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself in a foreign port city, surrounded by blond and blue-eyed people, speaking incomprehensible bird language.
, I couldn't help but be frightened and inexplicable, and I was at a loss. In all likelihood, my internal strength was completely gone, and I was like a useless person.
Fortunately, the kind-hearted blacksmith Hamal took him in, and he was able to survive. After half a year, he slowly learned some simple local language, and then understood the situation he was in.
This magic-based world called Eredar is beyond Shen Zhimo's cognitive scope. It is divided into two very wide continents, one is the Samur continent and the other is the Illida continent, separated by the vast endless land.
Sea. The Kuzeskar Port where he is located is located in the Broken Bay in the west of the Elida continent. Because the Eredar world civilization originated from the Samur continent, most of the residents speak the common language of Samur.
There are sixteen countries in the vast Exodar River Basin in the western region of the Elida continent, and the most powerful one is the Senian Empire.
Due to Shen Zhimo's limited understanding, he did not know the political relations between these countries.
The Port of Kuzeskal belongs to the Senian Empire, but in fact it has become a neutral area due to its unique geographical location. It is filled with a large number of people from various countries and regions, and advocates violence. Whoever has a strong fist has the last word.
The lord, Earl Walter, had nothing to do with all this. After filling his private treasury with tax gold coins every month, he hid in the manor and lived and drank.
Shen Zhimo had seen the so-called magician. He was not the Persian who he imagined would blow out flames and perform jugglers for entertainment at the magistrate's banquet, but a man with extraordinary bearing wearing a strange cloak, surrounded by countless people fighting for him.
While slapping his horse, Hamar said that a magician could kill a person easily, and his power was astonishing.
There are also green-skinned orcs with fangs, dwarves less than four feet tall, and elves with long pointed ears at the port. Shen Zhimo was frightened at first, but as time went by, he gradually got used to these human beings who looked like monsters and monsters. He was trying to adapt.
This new world.
The Blackstone Tower Mountain blacksmith shop is built with large stones and is not spacious. From the wall to the fireplace, there are unformed iron tools. There is also a large chimney that reaches the ceiling on the south wall, and there are piles of black coal next to it.
. Near the chimney is a furnace that spits flames out, causing the temperature of the house to suddenly rise ten degrees in summer. A little further away is a flat top with sharp-angled anvils, steel tongs, and large hammers on both sides.
There is also a back door. After entering, there is a patio. When you look up, you can see the blue sky. There is a pool with floating scum, and a small shed is built on the wall for stacking raw materials. At the end is the room where Hamal lives, which has no windows.
, the light was dim, the room exuded an unpleasant smell of rust, and the bed and rotten oak table took up most of the area. It was obvious that the old blacksmith lived a very poor life.
Two weeks had passed since the incident, and Hamal was on tenterhooks, but he never saw the gangsters coming to make trouble again, so he looked at Saga with a slightly strange look, maybe all barbarians were like this.
It was getting late, and the church in the distance rang eight dull bells. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the distant horizon was dyed blood red by the setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon. A few gulls flew past the clouds, and the scenery was beautiful and poignant.
Shen Zhimo dug out the dry, hard and rancid black bread from the musty cupboard and took a bite. He was surprised to see Hamal jumping in from the door with a brisk waltz. The old blacksmith's face was beaming with joy.
, the word "shuang" stretched out from every pore, he was neatly dressed, and even put on a hat. Even attending the banquet of the lord, Lord Walter, he was not so proud.
What was particularly surprising was that the blacksmith was carrying a ham in his left hand, two lace plaice weighing at least five kilograms in his right hand, and some rarely seen ale. He placed them heavily on the table and shouted: "Saga!"
!Why are you eating black bread? It’s so embarrassing. Come and see the good things I bought!”.
Two words came to Shen Zhimo's mind, one was bad luck, and the other was a villain who got his way. Without saying a word, he grabbed a wine bottle made of honey coconut shells, flicked off the lid with his thumb, and drank most of it in one breath.
Hamal hurriedly shouted: "Hey, hey, don't worry, I won't choke you to death, go and light the stove, I bought cheese, and we will have a sumptuous dinner together later."
Shen Zhimo saw that he was in high spirits and asked, "What holiday is today?"
"It's not a holiday." Hamar closed the door, lit a candle, and said, "The good days have finally come. I received an order worth five hundred silver coins. Mr. William asked us to make a batch of horseshoes for his family.
Stirrups, as well as kitchen knives, iron stoves, iron basins and many other household utensils, and I also paid one hundred and fifty silver coins in advance. He ***, I have never seen so much money in my life, Mr. William is really a good man."
"Oh." Shen Zhimo responded lightly, found a rusty kitchen knife, sharpened its edge, picked up the lace plaice and opened it up.
Hamar ignored his indifference and was still very interested: "Do you know who Mr. William is? The richest man in Kuzeskar Port! The emperor made him a lord. A person of such status is not worth meeting just once."
It's an honor. You can't imagine that the toilet in his house is ten times bigger than our shop. The water in the toilet is so clear that it can be used as a mirror to reflect people. And the servants are as proud as the royal guards. Hum,
If I hadn't had a relationship with Mr. William, would it be so easy for you to take orders?"
"Yeah." Shen Zhimo was still as unmoved as a piece of wood, as if he was just treated as a beggar and given some money and goods.
In fact, a lot of what the old blacksmith said was bragging. As a good port with a unique and superior geographical location, Kuzeskar has complex forces and many rich and powerful people. Lord William is just one of them who can speak.
Hamar has never seen anything in the world to be so exaggerated. And his so-called "relationship" is only because William's butler thinks that the price of the dwarf blacksmith shop is too high, and Hamar's bid is lower than everyone else, which is just enough to satisfy the butler's personal needs.
A small wish, nothing more.——The old blacksmith never saw the Lord again.
Hamar changed the subject and said mysteriously: "Just now I saw the guy who came to fight last time, the one with a pockmarked face. Guess what? To be honest, I was quite scared at the time. He actually took the initiative to say hello and even
Said Mr. Chibman sent me a message to say hello, holy light, what a miracle!"
Shen Zhimo was noncommittal, and with a matter-of-fact expression, he threw the plaice into the pan and fried it. No oil was found, and soon black smoke started to rise.
Hamar hurriedly took out the stove and said: "Don't fry it, let's bake it."
Two poor people got rich one day and talked about eating and drinking together. The atmosphere was very pleasant.
Hamar was very talkative today. He sliced the ham into thin slices and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and felt the taste carefully. He was full of praise: "It's wonderful. It tastes really good. Saga, how long has it been since we had meat? It makes me think."
I think, the pastor of the church gave me a dried fish on May 15th, although it was a bit spoiled..."
Shen Zhimo said: "Isn't Chebman's compensation a lot of money?"
"It's all used to pay off debts! Do you, a barbarian, know that life is very hard?" Hamar used a knife to scrape off the charred parts of the grilled fish.
As he was talking, there was a banging sound on the door. The frequency was so loud that it made people's ears numb. It was doubtful whether the nails fixing the door frame could withstand such a violent knocking. In the past, no one would come to visit at this time.
Yes, the blacksmith shop in Hamar is not a place that everyone likes to come to.
"Could it be that Mr. William sent someone here?" Hammar was delighted at first, and then thought: "It seems unlikely. Why would Mr. William care about a little person like me? Maybe the widow in the alley saw that I was getting rich and wanted to get close to me."
But how could a woman knock on the door so loudly? Hamal slowly opened the door, and was shocked by what he saw. A green arm as thick as a bucket stretched out horizontally and pushed him to the side.
He stumbled and almost fell into the stove.
This was a guy with green skin who was two meters tall. He had several braids on his head. His eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light. He had a slanted forehead, a protruding lower jaw, and two fangs exposed. He was extremely scary.
In Shen Zhimo's impression, this is a unique race in the eredar world, orcs, whose status is no different from humans. They are a symbol of roughness, stupidity, impulsiveness, and strength. Five adult humans are not necessarily an opponent of an orc. No one dares
It's easy to offend the orc's majesty, and unless you get impatient, his angry fists will turn your face into a pulpy tomato.
Then four sturdy men walked in, all with arrogant expressions and their nostrils pointing to the sky, as if the emperor was inspecting his back garden.