I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 13 Change of nationality, single martial arts (for collection, for further reading)

The next day.

Wei Tu got up early in the morning, and went to the gate of the county government office with his luggage on his back to wait.

When it was almost noon, the gate of the county government was pushed open by a few Li Ding.

The front of the county government office and the rear mansion, the front mansion has not been repaired for many years, it looks very dilapidated, but after Weitu bypassed the screen wall, passed through the Yimen, and came to Jieshifang, he saw the tall three-story wooden attic of the inner mansion through the courtyard wall.

The attic is exquisitely built, with upright eaves and ridges, and auspicious patterns such as carps transforming into dragons and flying cranes are embedded in the structure of the attic.

Wei Tu was very surprised. He had already come to the main room with the "Household" hanging on it. There was no one around, only a young official in soap robes was writing official documents on the case in the room, and he had no time to look over to him, so he boldly stood on the pedestal and looked into the courtyard wall.

Slate floor, white walls and black tiles...

pavilions...

The architecture of the inner mansion is very different from that of the Qianya.

"A man should be like this." Wei Tu thought of this sentence in his heart.

Although Li's and Huang's were rich, but he was living in a humble place at that time, and he didn't dare to look more. Now that he has redeemed himself, he is in a different state of mind. Seeing this antique building, he doesn't feel bored or disgusted, but admires and desires more.

In the previous life, although there were differences between high-rise buildings and flat-story houses, the status difference between people was not that big, and no strange emotions would arise.

The status in this life is different, and the houses we live in are also different, and we need to conform to the etiquette system, so we feel differently.

After reading it, Wei Tu calmed down, took out the identity deed and certification letter from his pocket, and then gently knocked on the door of the household.

"What's the matter?" the household official stopped writing, looked up at Wei Tu outside the door, and asked.

Wei Tu spoke briefly and to the point, and told about his escape from slavery.

"Retire from slavery?" The official Zao let out a surprise, put the pen in his hand diagonally on the pen stand, and took a good look at Weitu.

Although Hufang manages household registration and has the business of handling slaves' redemption, since he inherited his father's business and became a subordinate, he has never seen a servant come to Hufang to get rid of his slave status once.

"Do you have a deed? A letter from the master?" Zao Li's tone was softer.

Although he didn't know Weitu, but Weitu was able to redeem himself at this age, no matter how he looked at it, he was still a character, and he deserved some attention.

"Yes!" Wei Tu didn't talk nonsense, walked into the house, bowed slightly, and presented the body deed and letter to the official in front of him with both hands.

"Hmm... 19 years old?" Zao Li raised his eyebrows slightly.

When he saw Weitu for the first time, he thought Weitu was a strong man of 30 years old, but he didn't expect that he was only a young man under [-] years old.

The official memorized Weitu's name, surname, and place of origin, then opened the identity deed and letters, and carefully compared the handwriting and stamps with the archives of the household.

When it was correct, Zao Li took out the booklet with the words "Min Ji" written on the cover, and added Wei Tu's name on the last page.

"After becoming a citizen, you will have to pay a fixed amount of land tax every year in the future. If you have land, you also need to pay land tax... In addition, if you don't want to serve the corvee every year, you have to pay surrogate silver."

The soap official said one by one.

listen to this.

Weitu nodded, indicating that he understood.

Being a commoner is only temporary.

As long as he wins the martial arts examinations and obtains fame, he can go from "civilian registration" to "martial arts registration" or even "official registration".

At that time.

He doesn't need to pay tax and commission silver.

"After three years of becoming a citizen, if there is no outstanding tax and commission money, and the family has no land property, the Yamen will distribute Yongye land to you at its discretion. You need to remember this."

The soap official reminded me.

"Thank you sir."

Wei Tu bowed his thanks.

……

Leave the county government.

Wei Tu didn't stay in the county for a long time. After eating a noodle cake baked by Xinghua yesterday, he followed the flow of people and left the county.

For safety's sake, Wei Tu didn't take a passport and traveled day and night. Instead, he found an inn to rest on the way and waited until the next day before continuing on his way.

The next day, I walked for half a day.

After bypassing a hill, Weitu finally saw a village with "Shanjiazhai" written on it near the river downhill.

After asking the villagers, Weitu came to the only blue brick mansion in Shanjiazhai Village that had three horse-holding posts left.

"Li Yaozu? I saw something strange." Shan Wuju sat on the stone mill in front of the house. He had a thin and long face, and he was wearing a brown and purple romaine cotton summer dress, with a brass hookah pinned to his waist.

After reading the letter, Shan Wuju shook the ash from the hookah, said "come in" to Wei Tu, and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

Shan's house has three yards, and the first yard has several fine horses, each of them screaming when they see Shan Wuju come in.

When he arrived at the main room of the Erjin courtyard, Shan Wuju sat down and said, "I'll accept you as a long-term worker. As for teaching boxing and kicking martial arts, it depends on my mood and whether you have this material."

"Also, after taking part in martial arts and gaining fame, you have to honor me every year and give me seasonal gifts. Can you do this?"

Shan Wuju said.

"If it succeeds, Master Shan will be my benefactor, and it is the right thing for apprentices to respect their master." Wei Tu thought for a moment, and said this slightly tactful sentence.

"Good."

When Shan Wuju heard this, he didn't refute, and a smile appeared on his face.

"There are stone locks and hard bows for strength training outside the house. Try them all to see if you are a good material."

Shan Wuju pointed out the door.

Weitu nodded and walked outside the house.

Just now when he entered the house, he saw Shan Wujuer's display in the yard, the Eighteenth Squad had all kinds of weapons, there were quite a few bronze statues and wooden dummy posts.

After a while, Wei Tu came to the corner of the courtyard, pumped up his right arm, and lifted up a stone lock marked "three hundred catties".

After more than a year of practice, his health-preserving skills have improved again. Although he has not yet reached the Great Accomplishment, it has surpassed the Minor Accomplishment by a lot.

His strength also went from [-] jin with one arm to [-] jin with one arm.

"The root is good." Shan Wuju nodded slightly, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Practicing martial arts has always paid attention to the fundamentals.

If the root is not good, no matter how much you practice, it will be difficult to get started.

Being able to lift a [-]-jin stone lock with one arm, in the eyes of Shan Wuju, Wei Tu can be regarded as a gifted generation among ordinary people.

however.

When it was time to draw the bow, Wei Tu shook his head and sincerely told the fact that he was not good at bow shooting.

"Can't bow and shoot?" Shan Wuju frowned, strength alone is far from enough to gain fame in the martial arts examination.

But for this, Shan Wuju didn't take it too seriously, he didn't pass the current subject, so he just had to take the test next time.

Bow and shoot skills can be practiced again.

Anyway, Wei Tu is not very old.

"What kind of fists and kicks have you learned? Sword skills?" Shan Wuju asked with a deep groan.

The fists and feet he mentioned are not fancy fists and embroidered legs, but the serious inheritance of fists and feet. There are various skills, which are the basis of foreign martial arts.

These punches can be practiced for a lifetime.

Most of the various sword techniques among martial artists are also derived from the practice of these fist and foot kung fu.

"Only... Turtle Breath Nourishing Qi Gong."

Wei Tu said truthfully.

"Turtle's breath nourishing qigong? That one is a body-cultivating exercise? What is this thing?"

Shan Wuju had obviously heard the name of "Turtle Breath Nourishing Qi Gong", and soon expressed his disdain for this health-preserving exercise in words.

　Recommended tonight, please read more this week...

　　


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