Chaos Dao Master

The city wall of Fanghua County is twenty meters high, majestic and tall, like a giant beast crouching at the foot of the Wuyang Mountain Range.

The walls and gates were guarded by soldiers wearing armor and armed with swords and halberds, which looked solemn and awe-inspiring.

At this time, the sun had just risen over the distant horizon.

A large number of people from outside the city who were about to enter the city had gathered outside the city gates, and although these people were dressed shabbyly, they were much better than the fleeing refugees who gathered on the side of the official road and wanted to come forward but did not dare to come forward.

Those refugees were ragged, unkempt, yellow-skinned, bumpy, and malnourished.

Even Qin Ziling saw several corpses of refugees lying on the side of the road outside the city, and a government official was directing people to carry those corpses onto the cart, and then creaked and pulled them in the direction of the mass graves outside the city.

"Alas, when will such a world be the head!"

"Yes, it is said that now Nandingzhou Prefecture Shepherd Lang has set himself up as the king, and those who can't be killed are rolling to the ground, and the blood is flowing like a river, maybe one day we will be killed in Xiyun Prefecture!"

It is said that the southwestern vassal kingdom of Luodian also rebelled, repeatedly invaded the border, burned, killed, plundered, and did all kinds of evil, and many people fled from Heya County.

"I heard that the people in Jiugao County have been flooded and locust plagues for many years, and the people in many places have not harvested their grains, but the government not only did not open the granaries and distribute relief materials, but also continued to increase taxes, making the people's livelihood miserable. Now Jiugao County is said to be exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, which is miserable.

"Hmph, how good is our Fangqi County? Now who dares to go out of the ordinary people? There are horse thieves and bandits everywhere making trouble, and the surrounding area of the city seems to be quite calm, some people are stolen, and they are more than ten miles away, do you see how many families are there? Those officials only know how to compete for power and power in the city, seek pleasure, oppress the people, and collect money, but no one is willing to lead troops to exterminate the bandits.

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Qin Ziling stood in the crowd, looking at the scene in front of him, listening to the whispers of the people, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

In the past, he only saw in the history books the description of the suffering of the troubled times, human life is like a mustard, and even the food of the child, but that is too far away after all, and any imagination of Qin Ziling, who is in the era of prosperity and prosperity, and the high development of civilization and science and technology, is very pale.

It wasn't until ten days ago that he was reborn in a world very similar to the feudal troubled times described in the history books, that he truly realized what it means to be suffering in troubled times, and human life in troubled times is like mustard.

In such a troubled world, there is no power and powerless, the family is poor, the house is located outside the city, only a village protected by a broken low wall, and there is no achievement in his own martial arts, just an ordinary martial artist who practices the realm of muscles and muscles, and can only deal with three or five big men who have not practiced martial arts.

Therefore, a few days ago, after Qin Ziling recognized his situation, he was really desperate.

It wasn't until yesterday that hope was ignited in Qin Ziling's heart.

The thumb and index finger of his right hand gently pinched and twisted on a faint black skin line on the little finger of his left hand, and Qin Ziling entered the city gate proudly.

The county seat is divided into an inner city and an outer city.

The inner city has other walls and moats, and the people living in it are all wealthy families and dignitaries in the county town.

The four main streets in the east and west and the six main streets in the north and south divide the whole city into alleys of different sizes.

After Qin Ziling entered the West City Gate, he crossed the two main streets and came to a large mansion with two stone lions in front of the gate of Xianyuan Square in the XC District.

There is a plaque hanging on the lintel of the vermilion gate of the mansion, which reads four vigorous and powerful characters, "Cold Iron Palm Courtyard".

Qin Ziling pushed open the vermilion door, and what appeared in front of him was a spacious martial arts training ground.

There are already more than 20 people gathered in the martial arts training ground, some men and women, more men and fewer women.

These twenty or so people are all very young, some are practicing their fists, some are holding stone locks to practice strength, and some are surrounding wooden stakes...

Under a big tree in the corner of the martial arts training ground, a man sit.

Although his temples are already a little white, and his body is a little rickety and thin, his skeleton is very large, especially the two palms are much larger than ordinary people, giving people a sense of majesty.

He is Zuo Le, the owner of the martial arts hall of the "Cold Iron Palm Academy".

"Pavilion master, Ziling has given you a greeting. Qin Ziling entered the martial arts hall and bowed to Zuo Le first.

Zuo Le drank tea by himself, waved his hand without raising his head, and motioned for him to practice by himself.

Qin Ziling was not surprised at all by Zuo Le's ignorant reaction.

He's an apprentice who is still practicing muscles, but he is just an object for Zuo Le to make money, and he can't be regarded as his real disciple if he comes in a group today and leaves a group tomorrow.

Only those who have reached the level of skin practice can enter his Dharma eyes and become his disciples and the objects of key cultivation, and only they are qualified to call Zuo Le a master, and a person like Qin Ziling can only be called a hall master.

Qin Ziling had just turned around and retreated, and a young man wearing a high-quality fabric practice uniform, with slender eyes and thin lips, faintly revealing a trace of cold and thin temperament.

"Ziling, come and practice with me later. The young man walked up to Qin Ziling and paused, looked at him with a hint of playful contempt with slightly narrowed eyes, and said in a tone that could not be resisted.

"Okay, Senior Brother Nangong. Qin Ziling bowed slightly and replied, his expression was calm, but a cold glow flashed in the depths of his eyes that others could not detect.

Nangong Yue saw that Qin Ziling didn't show anger or panic on his face, and his slightly narrowed eyes couldn't help but flash a look of surprise, but soon the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer of contempt and disdain, and he passed by Qin Ziling.

"Zuo Shi, good morning!" Nangong Yue quickly came to Zuo Le, the cold arrogance on his face had long since disappeared, and was replaced by courtesy.

"You're here!" Zuo Le's attitude towards Nangong Yue was obviously different, seeing him come to greet him, he not only put down the teacup in his hand, smiled at him and nodded, but also looked him up and down sharply.

"The blood is surging and powerful, and it seems that yesterday your father broke his fortune again. But with your talent, at your current age, it's all worth it. As long as you can continue to seal your blood with a membrane, keep compressing and tempering it, and practice diligently, you will have a lot of hope to develop your strength. Only by practicing strength can we truly exert the power of the cold iron palm, and only then can we be regarded as entering the hall in the martial arts, and only then can we become a martial arts teacher, and we can barely be regarded as a character in Fang Licheng. Zuo Le's sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through Nangong Yue's internal organs, and he quickly said with a hint of joy on his face.

Nangong Yue saw that the master praised him, and said that he had a lot of hope to practice strength, and his face couldn't help but show a touch of pride, but Nangong Yue quickly put away his smug expression, and bowed down again and said: "All this is thanks to the careful teaching of Master Zuo, so that there are disciples today."

"Haha!" Zuo Le couldn't help laughing when he heard this, the more he looked at Nangong, the more he liked it, so he beckoned him to sit on the side, and opened a small stove for him alone in a low voice.

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"What's the matter, Nangong Yue is looking for you to practice again?" On the other side, a big man who was holding a stone lock to practice his strength, looking as strong as a cow, and his open dark chest was like an iron beatingThrowing a stone lock to Qin Ziling, who was walking over, he glanced at Nangong Yue, who was talking to Zuo Le under the big tree, with a hint of disdain and disgust.

This person's name is Liu Xiaoqiang, and he is an apprentice in the martial arts hall who has a good relationship with Qin Ziling.

"Hmm" Qin Ziling responded as he quickly stepped forward to catch the stone lock.

It's just that the stone lock is heavy, and although he catches it, his footsteps are a little unsteady, and he takes a step back to stabilize.

"He deliberately wants to give you a hard time!" Liu Xiaoqiang said with a look of injustice.

"I know!" Qin Ziling smiled bitterly as he glanced at the young woman who was practicing her fists and feet on the other side of the martial arts training ground.