Chapter 693: Old Monk Sweeping the Floor

"Junior Brother Yuanbao, you have passed the test of the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation. There are not many people in the world who are stronger than you in martial arts. Maybe only Wudang Master Zhang can beat you. Then there are your two senior brothers, Yuantong and Yuantong. Zhongtong, ah no, it's Yuantong and Yuanzhen, they are also slightly stronger than you. As the head of the Bodhidharma academy, it is your duty to teach martial arts to your disciples. Dozens of new lay disciples They were all sent by rich people, so you should teach them too!"

The abbot spoke kindly to Wang Baoqiang, praising him as one of the best masters in the world, and entrusted him with the heavy responsibility of teaching, which made Wang Baoqiang anxious and looking forward to it.

In ancient times, martial arts sects made money. In addition to the Emei sect’s sideline businesses such as curing diseases and wounds, selling health-enhancing pills, and the main business such as incense money, the third way was to accept apprentices and collect tuition fees. Disciple, this is how the disciples of the outer sect came here. It is equivalent to modern times. Some universities always like to set up a certain branch college, charge a lot of tuition fees, issue a listed certificate, teach three tricks and two styles, and it is enough for self-defense. The real core of martial arts can only be taught by inner disciples, and it is absolutely impossible to leak out.

Wang Baoqiang is an honest boy, but no matter how honest he is, he can't stand the toss of the production team. It's funny as always.

Wang Baoqiang was dumbfounded when he saw a group of ordinary people of different heights, heights, fat, and thin, dressed in all kinds of clothes, surrounded him. How can this be taught? Does he teach well?

"What are you doing here? What do you want to do?"

Wang Baoqiang seemed to sense the malice of this group of people. Their eyes were full of suspicion and dissatisfaction. Someone took the lead and questioned them one after another.

"Are you good at martial arts?"

"With your shriveled and thin appearance, can you be the head of the Bodhidharma Academy?"

"Haha! You are so small, I can catch three with one hand!"

"Liar! Refund the money! They said they would invite the strongest abbot to teach us, but a short, skinny, unknown person came!"

In addition to questioning, there were also people who secretly pushed their hands. Wang Baoqiang fell into a crisis. This was the first division mission he received. How could he fail?

Wang Baoqiang shouted: "Stop! What are you trying to do? You don't trust me, do you? I just broke the Eighteenth Bronze Man Formation this morning..."

"Who would believe it? You have the ability to fight me!"

"You beat me first!"

"come!"

Several strong, muscular men stood up and looked at the towering flesh on their bodies, eight-pack abdominal muscles, two pectoralis major muscles, and arms thicker than his calves. Wang Baoqiang swallowed secretly. Drooling, not daring to look directly at these, he pointed to a child in the second row of the crowd: "Do you want to fight? Who is afraid of others! That child, come out for me!"

The child squeezed out of the crowd. Although he was only about 1.4 meters tall and about 10 years old, his body was muscular and the visual impact brought by his lines was no worse than that of the previous strong men!

Wang Baoqiang was stunned. He knew that there were such crazy people in the fitness industry. Children started exercising at the age of four or five, and their muscles were so strong and scary. What he saw with his own eyes today is really insightful!

"Go back, go back, not about you!"

Wang Baoqiang stared at another man, who looked like an adult, but his head was much shorter than him: "That short man, come out!"

This person stood up, he was at least two meters tall, and Wang Baoqiang was only 160, okay?

There is no way to fight this fight, he is so short because he is sitting, and when he stands up, he only supports Wang Baoqiang's head with one hand, even if Wang Baoqiang kicks, he can't touch his body!

You can’t fight this, you can’t fight that, Wang Baoqiang’s eyes searched in the crowd, suddenly, his face brightened: “That old man! The one with the white beard, he’s so old, what kind of martial arts are you still learning? Come out! Spend two days with me.” Trick! It's you!"

The crowd parted, and an old man appeared in front of Wang Baoqiang, holding a bamboo broom, stroking his beard and smiling: "Old man sweeping the floor, please be merciful, Master Yuanbao!"

Wang Baoqiang's expression froze, his knees softened, and he knelt down!

...

Let’s look at the mission of the Wudang sect, the protagonist Shen Teng,

It was Shen Teng again, and the unlucky Shen Teng again.

The incense of the Wudang sect is not strong, and the income is very meager, which is not enough to support the daily life of a large sect.

Zhenren Zhang is indeed famous, as are the Seven Heroes of Wudang, but the faction is not prosperous, they follow the elite route, unlike Shaolin Emei who recruit disciples widely, and Zhang Zhenren is too obsessed with martial arts, almost It's not fireworks on earth, no matter what, the life of the Wudang faction is actually very hard.

But the most important thing for martial arts practitioners is to have a good diet. Big fish and big meat are a must, and a large amount of protein consumed every day must be supplemented, as well as countless weapons and equipment. You have to have money to buy it, otherwise how can you carry forward Wudang culture? Could it be that they are allowed to use their bodies to compete with the Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber?

Shen Qingshu walked out of Wudang Mountain, came to Jianghu City, and patrolled his own territory in Wudang area. His goal was to collect a protection fee of 2 pennies within half a day!

When receiving this task, Shen Teng was shocked and refused: "Father...has our Wudang faction reduced to the point of collecting protection money?"

Shen Yuanqiao sighed and said: "Qingshu, you will also take over the Wudang sect in the future, so father will teach you how to run a sect. Let's start with the income first."

Not to mention incense money, most sects have them, and there are also businesses. For example, the Cao Gang is in the waterway business, and many sects engage in side businesses to make money.

Then there are tuition fees like Shaolin. Wang Baoqiang can receive the tuition fees. He must have been beaten to death by the sweeping monk. The Kunlun faction can rent out their own shops and fields and charge appropriate rents. These are the same as doing business with incense money. , are legitimate gains.

In addition, there are also improper methods, such as taking money from the yamen, which is to be the dog's leg of the yamen. Many sects disdain it, but some small sects rely on this to make a living.

There are also means of income that are both good and evil, such as collecting protection fees, attacking the Demon Cult, punishing rape and eliminating evil, taking the opportunity to carve up the money of the Demon Cult, eating black people, etc. In addition to obtaining a lot of money and equipment, you can also get Very good advertising effect, occupying the high point of morality, and increasing capital for one's reputation in the arena. This is one of the reasons why people in the arena like to fight.

The plot of black eating black hasn't arrived yet, so Shen Teng can only collect protection fees.

Each sect has fixed area restrictions. Wudang faction is responsible for the safety of the people within its range, ensuring that businesses are not harassed by bandits, not robbed by bandits, ensuring the personal safety of passers-by, and protecting ordinary people from being robbed by snitches. Violation, if there are villains in the area under its jurisdiction, the Wudang faction will send out masters to chase them down. In a word, the government will do security work on the surface, and the sect will clean up the underground world.

This is not alarmist talk, the world is like this, many sects are disdainful, or are not willing to contaminate the independent body of political power, they generally do not have relations with the imperial court, their methods of solving problems are fists and knives, according to The rivers and lakes follow their own rules, which is one of the reasons why the school will still be passed down for hundreds of years even if the dynasties change.

After Shen Teng understood this truth, he went to the street with peace of mind.

He holds a ledger in his left hand, and the token of the Wudang faction in his right, which is collected from one store to another.

The protection fee is not much, and the emphasis is on the steady flow of water, and more than a dozen stores did not pay much, and the distance from the 2nd pass is nowhere in sight.

Shen Teng was a little impatient. After walking out of an inn, he suddenly saw a person running wildly, followed by the Yuan army chasing soldiers, shouting to fight and kill.

"Should I help or not? Should I block or not? Am I pretending not to see, or really not seeing?"

Shen Teng was talking to himself, seeing this man running to his side, he couldn't run anymore, so he stretched out his hand to ask him for help: "Hero, save me~"

Looking at the miserable appearance of that person, his body was full of wounds, it was too horrible to look at, and it seemed that he couldn't last long.

It is impossible to avoid this kind of forced plot. Before Shen Teng could react, Yuan Bing chased after him. He could only watch the wounded man climb to Shen Teng's feet. hehe.

"Who are you?" Yuan Bing chief raised his knife and asked Shen Teng.

Seeing a group of scimitars surrounding him, Shen Teng could only bite the bullet and say, "I am Shen Teng...ah no, I am Shen Qingshu from the Wudang sect."

After saying this, Shen Teng also raised his Wudang badge and sword to prove that what he said was true.

hiss……

A group of Yuan soldiers took a step back in fright, and all gasped.

"The most outstanding disciple of the third generation of Wudang Sect?"

"So you are Shen Qingshu!"

"Your father is Song Yuanqiao, the chief of the Seven Heroes of Wudang? Oh no, Shen Yuanqiao?"

The man lying on the ground plucked up his last strength, stood up, hid behind Shen Teng, and supported his waist: "Mr. Shen, these Yuan soldiers will never dare to be your enemy..."

These Yuan soldiers seemed to be really afraid. Shen Teng felt relieved, and with a clang, he drew out his sword: "I'll protect this man! Why don't you get out of here?"

Yuan Bing was indeed very angry, but he didn't dare to go up, so he could only say harshly: "Mr. Shen, I advise you not to step into this muddy water! Don't think that relying on the Wudang faction can do anything wrong! Do you know who he is?"

Shen Teng lost his temper and shouted loudly: "I don't care who he is? I hate your government soldiers the most! I also know that an enemy's enemy is a friend!"

"well said!"

"That's right!"

A lot of onlookers applauded from afar as they didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement.

Yuan Bing had no choice but to leave behind his cruel words, Shen Teng was so proud that he took a few steps forward and swung his sword at Yuan Bing's back. When he turned around, the wounded man was gone!

"Strange, isn't he hiding behind me?"

Shen Teng turned around twice, but didn't see the injured person at all.

Then when he was about to give up, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and touched his arms again: "Oops! The money and account books are all gone!" To be continued. ...For those who read books, you can search for "Blue Book Bar", and you can find this site in the first time.