Dream Journey from Shaolin

Chapter 30 Under the Three Great Jin Cultivation Systems

In Shi Jian's memory, Jiang Ming was indeed not in the village, he had heard someone talk about the martial art, and he hadn't seen anyone else practicing it.
It stands to reason that in such a world where the strong are respected, if you want to live better, becoming a martial artist should be the easiest, after all, it is so easy to get it by practicing exercises!
At this time, the middle-aged beard on the side shook his head, sighed, and solved Jiang Ming's doubts.

"Actually, this is quite normal. Although the imperial court has popularized martial arts, first of all, it is not free. The one tael of silver alone has made most poor families daunted.

In addition, the martial arts threshold is not as high as that of Taoists and Confucians, but it still requires talent. Even if the talent is poor, it will not achieve much even if it is practiced.
And light talent is not enough, because the cultivation of warrior skills needs to obtain strength from food and various expensive medicinal materials to strengthen one's body. If there is not enough money to buy food and medicinal materials, the progress of cultivation will be very slow. slow,
Look at our county, plus the towns and villages below, with such a large population, there are only a dozen or so martial artists who have reached the eighth-rank leather realm, and each of them has a pivotal position in the county.
Even we, if the master hadn't paid for us to provide us with resources, we would not have the ability to practice to the present level.
Therefore, most common people have no predestined relationship with cultivation. However, although few people practice in most villages, there should be some people who have heard of it. Brother Jiang, is your village relatively remote? ? "

"Uh, our village seems to be a bit out of the way!"

Jiang Ming covered his face, Dashi Village was not only remote, it was not ordinary, the nearest town to the village would take more than half a month on foot,

Moreover, the villagers in Dashi Village are still very homely. They usually go to the town only half a year, mainly to exchange for daily necessities, and they will not stay for a long time. It is no wonder that the Zhuge father and daughter who escaped from the pursuit chose Dashi Village as a place of seclusion.
"That's the end of the story, but Brother Jiang, you are born with supernatural power, and your aptitude is definitely not a problem. As long as you have enough money to buy food and medicinal materials, you can definitely break through to the eighth rank if you spend a few more years!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged beard, including the remaining guards, looked at Jiang Ming with envy,
"Hehe, you think it's so easy for me, but the pain I have suffered in the past three years is no less than you!"

Looking at the envious eyes of everyone, Jiang Ming shook his head secretly,

"Brother Jiang, you don't need to worry about food and medicinal materials. When you get back to the county, my Yan Mansion will provide you with everything you need for free. I have the right to show you a little thought for Brother Jiang's life-saving grace!"

Yan Wushuang acted as if money was a trivial matter,
"Sure enough, it is worthy of being the second generation of officials, it is Hao!"

At this time, Jiang Ming had to admire his foresight. He brought out a lot of gold, silver and jewelry from the world of Shaolin Temple. , why not prostitute?
A star in the previous life once said: "Spend less money and get things done, and you can do things without spending money. It's better to spend other people's money to do your own things!"

Jiang Ming has always regarded it as a golden sentence. At this time, he looked at Yan Wushuang with a kind face, silently raised his hand, and gave him a compliment.
"Brother Jiang, what is the meaning of this?"

Yan Wushuang looked at Jiang Ming giving him a thumbs up with a smirk on his face, always felt that something was wrong, and asked suspiciously,

"Um, um, this is our village, the unique gesture when thanking others, thank you for your generosity!"

Jiang Ming put away his thumb and replied calmly,
"Oh, then I also thank you for your life-saving grace!"

Yan Wushuang stretched out his hand and gave Jiang Ming a thumbs up, showing a pure smile,

Jiang Ming silently covered his face,

"Brother, you are so simple, I am too embarrassed to lie to you!"

Talking and walking like this for about two hours, Jiang Ming followed Yan Wushuang and others to a clear stream, and walked along the stream for another ten minutes.

An open space with a relatively wide field of vision appeared in the eyes of everyone. This open space was surrounded by a simple fence. There were some daily necessities such as pots and pans in the fence.
"This is a small base we simply built. During this time, when it gets dark, we will return to this base to rest!"

The middle-aged beard looked surprised at Jiang Ming, so he explained aloud,

When he arrived at the base, Jiang Ming threw the black bear to the guards to deal with by the creek, and then came to Yan Wushuang who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and packing his bags.
"By the way, I saw brother Yan in the afternoon that you can emit firelight out of thin air to attack Qinglang. Is that a legendary spell? Could it be that brother Yan, you are the Taoist or Confucianist that Uncle Wang said?"

In fact, Jiang Ming has always been very concerned about Yan Wushuang's ability to use spells. After all, spells are much more attractive to him than martial arts.

Just like if you ask any modern person to choose between magic and martial arts, he will definitely choose magic, because martial arts can still be seen in reality, and magic is something that only exists in legends.
It's just that asking at the beginning would seem too purposeful and a little presumptuous, so he kept holding back and didn't ask.

At this time, the relationship between the two should be familiar, and it would be natural to ask this question again.
Sure enough, the simple Yan Wushuang didn't hesitate, but nodded with a smile, and replied:
"I am a Taoist, not a Confucian. My father is a Confucian, and he is a seventh-rank Confucian. He is the only seventh-rank Confucian in the county. Unfortunately, he is sick now!"

When he said the last sentence, Yan Wushuang's tone suddenly dropped again,

"Young master, you are also the only Taoist in our county, no worse than the master!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged bearded man who was busy making a fire at the side quickly changed the topic,
"I'm no better than my father, my father is at the seventh rank, and I haven't even broken through the eighth rank!"

Yan Wushuang picked up his mood and smiled slowly,

"What? Are there very few Taoists and Confucians?"

Jiang Ming asked timely,
Yan Wushuang organized his words and replied:

"Well, how should I put it, there are actually very few Taoists, even in the county, because Taoists are not like warriors, as long as they buy exercises, they are rich and talented, and follow the above steps to practice step by step. OK,

The exercises of Taoists cannot be bought, and the exercises of each Taoist sect are different, and the spells practiced are also different, and most of the sects of Taoism are hidden in the mountains, so the Taoists that can be seen in the world not much,

Confucians are not rare, but Confucians have very high requirements for culture, because they cultivate righteousness, the more books they read, the better their talents, and the faster they can cultivate righteousness.
Moreover, once a Confucian gets the honor and becomes an official, his strength will be increased. For example, my father was originally an eighth-rank Confucian, but because he is a county magistrate, he can directly display the strength of the seventh-rank! "

(End of this chapter)