"It can't be done, it can't be done."

"Sir, you helped me find my long-lost son. I cannot repay you for your kindness. I must accept the money."

After saying that, the middle-aged man knelt down with a plop.

"Oh, why bother? It's just a little effort. Okay, okay, I'll just take it. Get up quickly."

Lin Yuan had a look of helplessness on his face and quickly accepted the several copper coins in the man's hand.

The man then smiled, saluted Lin Yuan again, and then left happily.

"Mr. Lin is really a kind man."

"Who says it's not the case? Since Mr. Lin came to Chihe City, many people have received favors."

"The wife of the Zhang family in the north of the city has been mad for many years and there is no cure. When the husband came, he just slapped her on the forehead and the lady recognized her husband on the spot."

"The Xu family's cows were also found with the help of my husband."

"And my dog..."

The people onlookers talked a lot and praised Lin Yuan for his kindness.

"Oh, it's so annoying to be so popular." Lin Yuan pretended to sigh, picked up the buns and silver coins, and returned to his residence.

It has been one year since Lin Yuan came to this world.

When he first woke up, he found that he had become a refugee.

Fortunately, after one year of hard work, Lin Yuan successfully transformed into a homeowner in Chihe City.

But this is not enough, because this is a world of martial arts.

Warriors are real!

If I become a warrior, then when I return to reality, I can escape danger.

Lin Yuan thought, and a translucent interface appeared in Lin Yuan's mind.

[Cheap Finger Loaded: Destined Person]

"Looking at the time, the relationship between master and apprentice I have formed should be about to begin, right?"

Some time ago, Lin Yuan decided to become a disciple of the master of Pishan Zhangwang in the city. He wandered around the martial arts hall for a month and was almost beaten as a gangster.

Finally one day, Lin Yuan triggered the "destined person" condition and successfully formed a master-disciple relationship with Wang Zhong.

Bang bang bang

The sound of knocking on the door knocker came.

Lin Yuan felt something in his heart.

"Is Mr. Lin at home?" A rich voice sounded.

"Wait a minute, we're here!" Lin Yuan hurried to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a strong man and a woman appeared in front of Lin Yuan.

There are three large red characters floating on the strong man's head that only Lin Yuan can see.

Destined person.

"Master Wang? Miss Wang?"

"Haha, I'm here to bother you sir. This is little Queen Rou. Thanks to your generous intervention the day before yesterday, my daughter was safe and sound."

The strong man cupped his fists and saluted in thanks.

"Thank you sir for helping me that day."

Wang Rou looked at Lin Yuan who opened the door, blushing, and couldn't help lowering her head shyly.

My charm has nowhere to go.

Lin Yuan lamented Shuai's sin in his heart without any ambiguity.

"When you see a woman falling into the water, it is your duty to rescue her. Unexpectedly, Miss Wang is actually the daughter of the owner of the palace."

"By the way, you two please come inside. It's cold outside."

After the two entered the room, Wang Zhong placed the box he was carrying in his right hand on the table and opened the lid.

Suddenly there was a white light.

"Sir, I must accept these five hundred taels of silver as a small thank you gift."

"In addition, if anything happens in the future, sir, you can come to Pishan Martial Arts School. Wang will definitely help."

"I can't help it, Master Wang is too polite. I have heard of the name of Pishan Martial Arts School for a long time, and I have always longed for it."

Lin Yuan waved his hands, with a look of longing on his face.

"Those who have little reputation are all praised by everyone."

Hearing Lin Yuan's praise, Wang Zhong also had a smile on his face, and pushed the box deeper into the table with his palm.

"Speaking of which, Lin Yuan does have something to ask of the Pavilion Master. In Chihe City, Pavilion Master Wang's Mountain Splitting Palm is so powerful that it has protected the safety of many villages."

"In the past few days, I have often heard that strange beasts have attacked the village. Many people have been killed and no bodies have been left. Unfortunately, I don't have the power to restrain the chicken. Therefore, I beg to come under the door of the owner."

After saying that, Lin Yuan clasped his fists in salute, knelt down on one knee, and looked sincerely.

"This... Well, Mr. Lin is really kind-hearted. It's just that it's best to start practicing martial arts from a young age in order to achieve success. How old is Mr. Lin this year?"

"23 years old."

"The foundation has been laid."

Wang Zhong shook his head and sighed.

"Dad~" Wang Rou tugged at the corner of Wang Zhong's clothes and called softly.

Wang Zhong originally wanted to refuse. He started to train his apprentices from a young age, and there was no precedent for accepting "big disciples".

But my heart was suddenly touched by Lin Yuan's sincere eyes, and then I thought of my daughter's life-saving grace.

"That's okay, that's okay. Start practicing martial arts now. As long as you are diligent and willing to study, you can still protect yourself. I agree."

"Meet the master." Lin Yuan was overjoyed.

This world is actually very dangerous, and there are alien beasts in the wilderness. Even two or three strong men cannot resist the attack of an ordinary alien beast.

Fortunately, there are still warriors among humans. They can break open monuments, crack rocks, hit water from a distance, and even tear apart tigers and leopards with their strength.

There are warriors stationed in every village, and the cities are guarded by powerful men who are above the warriors. The status of each warrior is very respected.

To become a warrior, in addition to having a teacher, you also need to have strong talent or abundant funds.

Lin Yuan is not worried at all about whether he can become a warrior. According to his understanding, as long as there are enough resources, one can become a warrior by taking medicine.

Wang Zhong was very tall, and Lin Yuan, who was 1.8 meters tall, was a head lower than him. On the way back to the martial arts hall, everyone consciously avoided him.

Soon, they stopped in front of two large stone lions.

On the red-brown door made of fine wood, a gold-rimmed plaque hangs in the center, with the words "Pishan Martial Arts School" written casually.

The two disciples on duty at the door saw the crowd and immediately stepped forward to greet them respectfully.

"I've met Master Wang!"

"Let's go in. The official apprenticeship ceremony will be held later. By the way, I'll introduce you to your two senior brothers."

Wang Zhong put his right hand on Lin Yuan's shoulder and said.

"Okay." Lin Yuan began to look forward to it.

Walking into the gate, in the square paved with bluestones, there are twenty or thirty teenagers wearing white martial arts robes, pairs of two, feeding each other moves.

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At the edge, various weapon racks are displayed, with some people wielding machetes and others lifting stone locks.

The atmosphere was warm.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and followed Wang Zhong closely.

"After the ceremony, you will be my third disciple. You started late, and the people in the hall are prone to martial arts. Don't accept their challenges impulsively, but learn to be patient."

Wang Zhong warned carefully.

"Disciple, I remember." Lin Yuan responded seriously.

The ceremony will be held in the martial arts hall.

Lin Yuan held the red wooden box and stood quietly at the door.

In the center of the hall, under the solemn statue of the Patriarch, Wang Zhong stood on the right, followed closely by two men in their 20s.

"Worship the ancestor!"

Wang Zhong held the incense in both hands, bowed deeply to the statue, then inserted the incense into the incense burner and sat on the chair under the statue of the Patriarch.

"Worship, Master!"
To be continued...