From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

50, the wise man

Buying land is your real business...

Ren Qingshan thought to himself, sat down opposite her, and poured a cup of tea: "What important matter is it?"

Lu Qingyi had already prepared a reason and said softly, "It's still about killing bandits. I wonder what kind of weapon Senior Ren prefers? I'll go and prepare it for you."

An inch longer means an inch stronger; in a fight to the death, weapons are naturally more lethal.

She had never seen Ren Qingshan carry weapons, which suggested that his family was poor and he couldn't afford expensive weapons.

Moreover, ordinary weapons cannot withstand the power of true qi and are often easily broken, so a good one is necessary.

Ren Qingshan seemed to be deep in thought.

For some reason, I thought of Zhao Qianfeng, who is practically a mobile arsenal and is exceptionally effective at boosting combat power.

At the same time, I thought of the Qingyun boots; these shoes are also extremely comfortable to wear.

"Range weapons should be bows."

"Close combat with a sword."

"It would be best to also bring some concealed weapons, instant-cast and poisoned."

"Bring me another good horse."

"Give me a set of each of the following: sleeping potion, lime powder, and a small dagger."

"Do you have any soft armor for protection? If so, something lightweight would be best."

Ren Qingshan looked at her with a smile, appearing thoughtful and considerate.

Let's not talk about whether the girl is pretty or not...

Don't even think about dating me if you don't have money.

Lu Qingyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze froze, and her smile stiffened. She truly hadn't expected him... he would ask for such an outrageous amount.

Originally, I just wanted to prepare a weapon for him.

This whole setup must have cost several thousand taels of silver.

Even I would feel the pinch.

This wasn't funded by his family; it was his own personal savings.

After all, I didn't tell my mother that I had run away from home today.

At this moment, Lu Qingyi truly felt the treacherous nature of the martial world and the unpredictability of human hearts.

Weiwei felt like crying.

"good!"

"I... will prepare it for you, but I can't guarantee that I can buy hidden weapons and soft armor. Everything else should be fine."

Lu Qingyi's mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, but she gritted her teeth and agreed.

Ultimately, it was all for family matters.

Besides, I've already said it, don't I have any pride?

"Alright, then I'll trouble you to spend more money. Write down how much silver you need, and consider it a debt I owe you."

"I can't pay it back right now, but I will definitely pay it back in a year or two."

Ren Qingshan noticed her slight embarrassment and tried to salvage the situation.

This girl is indeed very open-minded, but she doesn't engage in pig butchering scams herself.

Lu Qingyi stared at him blankly, then suddenly realized that he had been teasing her.

—He was so kind and righteous in buying land, how could he be so greedy as to bully me?

A sense of shame and indignation arose in my heart, but I also felt a bit amused and exasperated.

snort!

Bad guy!

"Okay, then I'll go to a few weapon shops to look for something suitable. Come find me at the same time tomorrow, okay?"

She spoke softly, her eyes hazy.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"I need to prepare for the Martial Virtue Academy's classes tonight. Classes start tomorrow, and I want to give my disciples a little surprise. I'll be going now."

Ren Qingshan stood up, smiled, and took his leave.

Lu Qingyi hadn't expected him to leave so soon, and so abruptly at that. She immediately stood up, her lips moving, "Okay, you...you go ahead with your work. I'll sit for a while longer."

I had originally planned to have a meal with him; I had even booked a restaurant.

Of course, business is more important.

……

The next day.

Ren Qingshan went to find Pang Ziqian again early in the morning.

They fought over twenty rounds with fists, kicks, and wooden swords, but each time the fight ended with a point being drawn.

Although they were still defeated in every match, each exchange lasted more than a hundred moves.

The competition is over.

It was visibly exhausting for Jue Wu, as if his body had been hollowed out.

Although Ren Qingshan was somewhat tired, he praised him even more enthusiastically before leaving happily.

……

Last night, while chatting with Xiaohui, I asked Pang Qingyun again and learned that after taking the Silver Blood Pill, he had advanced to the Silver Blood rank and become a prominent figure in the Fuhu Martial Arts School, highly sought after among his fellow disciples.

Pang Ziqian is Pang Qingyun's uncle, but he has been away practicing martial arts for many years and only recently returned. He should be unaware of his nephew's scheme against others.

Ren Qingshan had no intention of troubling him with this matter.

He never intended to bully the weak and personally go looking for trouble with Pang Qingyun.

One yard owned by a yard.

Ren Yaohui's revenge should naturally be taken by him personally.

This is both a knot in my heart and a driving force.

As an uncle, I can support him as long as I have the means. I will provide him with fine rice and meat, and guide him in martial arts. At most, I will prepare a Silver Blood Pill for him when he has accumulated enough strength... That will be enough, more than enough.

If you have to do everything for me...

He should stop practicing martial arts and go home to farm.

……

in the afternoon.

Wude Academy.

All the disciples have arrived.

Ren Qingshan stood with his hands behind his back, as upright as a spear.

"Today is my first day teaching you all, and I'm thinking about what I can teach you."

"In terms of martial arts skills, I am no match for Pang Gongfeng, who has studied diligently for many years."

"In terms of killing skills, I am no match for Zhao Gongfeng, who has been through countless battles."

Upon hearing this, the group of disciples widened their eyes, looking at each other with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

This Master Ren made some startling remarks, yet he was remarkably candid.

at this time.

In a room some distance away, Master Zhou and Fang Yanping stood behind the window, both looking towards the drill ground.

"The first test for Ren Qingshan by the master officially begins today."

Zhou Jinwen couldn't hear the sounds from the drill ground, but just chuckled softly.

When serving in office, an official should not only bring benefits to the region, but also select trusted and capable people for future use.

Fang Yanping's ears twitched: "He's quite frank, admitting his moves aren't as good as Pang's, and his killing skills aren't as good as Zhao's. What can he teach?"

Zhou Jinwen's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not respond, continuing to wait for what would happen next.

Fang Yanping listened attentively and repeated Ren Qingshan's words: "After much thought, I can only teach you some things that I have figured out myself. Please listen to them for now."

"A martial artist must first set his mind on something."

"Setting goals doesn't mean just making empty promises like 'I want to pass the martial arts exam,' 'I want to become the top martial arts scholar,' or 'I want to be the best in the world.' Rather, it means combining your family background, aptitude, abilities, and current resources to first set a grand goal, then set smaller goals in five-year increments, and so on, achieving them one by one."

Fang Yanping relayed the words, glancing back at Zhou Jinwen.

Both of them had a thoughtful look in their eyes.

"This person has some insightful views; one cannot gain such understanding without experiencing the world. I just wonder if these children will be able to heed his advice."

Zhou Jinwen said solemnly.

These words were unheard of, but upon reflection, they made perfect sense and could serve as a guiding light.

This is especially true for these young martial artists.

"A teacher's job is simply to impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts. How much a student can comprehend is up to their ability."

"This Ren Qingshan has given me a big surprise."

Fang Yanping commented, his ears perked up, and continued to relay the words verbatim: "This is the first step."

Oh?

Zhou Jinwen couldn't help but feel curious; was this only the first step?

"The second step is to observe yourself."

"I observe that you all have learned the same set of techniques, but different people are born from the same grain of rice. Where does your individual advantage lie?"

"Some people have long legs, some have big hands, some have sharp eyes, some are smart, some come from wealthy families, some are handsome, some are shameless and ruthless... All of these are talents, which can be turned into advantages in martial arts. We should play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses."

"Furthermore, some people are greedy for money, some are lustful, some love power, some are bloodthirsty, some are weak, and some are suspicious... Observe your own weaknesses and be vigilant every day, so as not to be schemed against in the future and lose everything."

As Zhou Jinwen listened to these words, he observed Fang Daren's expression and saw a glint in Fang Daren's eyes. He immediately picked up his inkstone and began to write down all of these words.

He smiled bitterly to himself—this Ren Qingshan was actually a wise man, his words carrying profound meaning in a few words.

Is this...is this someone trying to steal my job?

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