Martial Arts Master

The pedestrian street is brightly lit, all the shops are still open, and the passers-by are full of youthful vigor and vitality.

Lou Cheng carried the paper bag containing the shoebox and dangled slowly inside, his mind settled, and he looked around with great interest from the perspective of a bystander, um, did that male student not eat, and devoured the sausage... The couple probably It's a senior brother and a senior sister. If you find a secluded corner, you dare to kiss until the dark...

From time to time, he took out his mobile phone, replied to Yan Zheke's messages, and heard the girl complain about her sufferings, and only then did he know that there was a professional course that had to be handed in in advance.

When Lou Cheng returned to the dormitory in such a leisurely state, Cai Zongming, Qiu Zhigao and others had not yet returned, and the small dormitory was silent, with a bit of tranquility.

Pulling out the shoe box, he looked at it gently for a while, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously drew an obvious arc.

Yan Zheke gave me a gift... a gift for me!

Smiling for a moment, he rummaged through the receipt, fearing that the girl had spent too much money, but neither the paper bag nor the shoe box contained any extra items, which had obviously been carefully taken away by Yan Zheke.

But it doesn't bother me! Lou Cheng smiled, turned on the computer, searched for this brand and this series, and found the official website and corresponding pages.

"It's so expensive...Even if there is a discount, it must be seven or eight hundred?" He looked at the screen and murmured to himself.

Martial arts shoes are pure consumables for professional martial artists. No matter how good the material is, as long as it is not black technology, and after a few fierce battles, it will be bad or bad. Therefore, the price of normal-use martial arts shoes is relatively low. One hundred is already considered pretty good, most fighters can at most use a pair of better and more comfortable shoes for daily training, which can last for a long time.

With a little warmth and happiness in his eyes, Lou Cheng looked at the pair of martial arts shoes fondly, and suddenly had a thought in his heart:

I have to get her a present too!

As a first gift from boyfriend!

This thought repeated all his life, no matter how hard it was to stop, he fell into deep thought facing the screen, thinking about what gift he should give Yan Zheke.

She doesn't seem to be missing anything...

You can't consult the mouth king, the first gift has to have your own mind...

Thinking about it, as a young man in the Internet age, he subconsciously opened the search page, entered words such as gift to girlfriend, and observed and studied earnestly in order to inspire inspiration.

At this moment, there was the sound of a key being twisted outside, the door was opened, and a burst of noisy footsteps came from far to near.

Lou Cheng withdrew his gaze, looked at the door, and saw Zhao Qiang pushing the door open, followed by Cai Zongming and Qiu Zhigao supporting Zhang Jingye, all four faces were as red as boiled crabs, and the smell of wine was strong and tangy .

"Drink a lot?" Lou Cheng laughed.

Zhao Qiang shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, you don't know, those girls can drink better than the other! If they didn't know how to restrain themselves, I would be under the table today!"

"It's not that they are restrained, it's that they are smart. Drinking with a few boys they don't know well really got them all drunk. Who is responsible for sending them back? Don't they have to trouble themselves." Cai Zongming sneered, his face turned red, Not very drunk, quite sober.

Lou Cheng laughed and said, "So the model worker was set on fire?"

"Isn't that nonsense? He's the protagonist today!" Cai Zongming and Qiu Zhigao helped Zhang Jingye to sit on the chair, and then brought Zhang Jingye a footbath for fear that he couldn't help throwing up. Wet the towel and helped to apply it on the face.

After a lot of tossing, Zhang Jingye managed to slow down, and said with a wry smile: "I always thought that I, a big man in the northwest, could drink enough to deal with four little girls, but in the end, the result was a little better than Wu Qian."

"Your family is also drunk? Why don't they just send you into the bridal chamber?" Lou Cheng joked.

Qiu Zhigao said helplessly: "Because we were also a little dizzy from being force-fed..."

After teasing and laughing for a while, Zhao Qiang looked at Lou Cheng suddenly, and asked curiously: "Chengzi, with your current skills, can you be worth 10,000 monthly salary?"

Lou Cheng thought for a while and said, "Almost."

According to the relevant posts he saw in the Dragon Tiger Club forum, the monthly salary of a professional ninth-rank warrior is almost 10,000, plus the bonus share obtained from playing group arena, the share of various competitions, etc., with good luck, the annual salary There are 300,000 to 400,000 yuan, and there are hundreds of thousands less. This is not counting the part that has no martial arts industry or entanglements with interest groups such as the underworld.

Of course, for those like Jiang Guosheng and Fang Tong, because they are in their own master's martial arts gym, their salaries will be greatly discounted, but correspondingly, the consumption required for martial arts training is basically borne by the martial arts gym.

And when you step into the alchemy realm and cross the threshold of the ninth-rank occupation, your income will increase sharply. However, since this realm covers the eighth to fourth-rank occupations, the gap in strength between them is not small, and the same is true for income. Professional fighters may earn five or six million a year with an additional one, but it is not surprising that senior fourth ranks have six or seven million. kind of split.

As for the strong outsiders, they can't be measured by money alone. The annual salary they get from their own power is probably just pocket money, and it's still the same. This part of the income is at least tens of millions.

Because of this, the bonus set for the Little Martial Saint Competition was able to effectively isolate the strong ones, and only the nearby professional ninth rank or those who urgently needed money would participate.

For a child like Lou Cheng who has endured hardships, every time he thinks of these incomes, his motivation to practice martial arts becomes stronger.

When Zhao Qiang heard the affirmative answer, he couldn't help sighing: "I always feel that I am no longer from the same world as you. I can only say, Gou..."

"Ah?" Lou Cheng was puzzled by his pause.

Zhao Qiang turned back and said with a smile:

"If you are rich, don't forget each other!"

"Sure, who are we to follow? In the future, if you master the technology, succeed in starting a business, and become a big boss, you can't forget about us!" Lou Cheng joked.

After teasing each other for a while, they "sent" Zhang Jingye to bed, and each went to wash their faces and sober up.

When Lou Cheng walked to the living room, he saw Cai Zongming standing by the glass door leading to the balcony, staring out in a daze.

"King of Zui, why did you talk so little just now? It's not like you!" He said with concern.

Cai Zongming smiled and said, "It's a bit embarrassing to be told by you."

"What the hell are you sobbing about?" Lou Cheng laughed puzzledly.

Cai Zongming sighed and said: "I said before that I like martial arts, and I want to try to see if I can take this path. I am telling the truth. My dad always wants me to go back to our small city to help manage his company, but this Not what I want."

"Wow, you really are a big dog!" Lou Cheng said in disdain, "Why don't you want it? How many people are looking forward to such a good thing!"

Cai Zongming shook his head and laughed:

"Do you think this is good? If you always follow your parents to do things, you will feel that you have not grown up, and you will definitely not be able to be independent financially. How much money you earn is in their eyes. It is under their control. When it is not enough, it is okay. Ask them, but don't you feel aggrieved? There is really a disagreement on any issue. Thinking of this, I have no confidence to argue, unless my dad retires, but he is only in his forties, and he is in great health. Ten years is fine."

"Moreover, when I think about what I will be like and what kind of life I will live in the next few or ten years, I can clearly predict it now, and I feel scared, afraid that I will finally accept the reality and return to our small broken city like a pool of stagnant water. .”

"So, I have to take advantage of the current strength to toss and try to see if I can find my own way in martial arts. If not, I will consider starting a business in the future, and I will not be exhausted or accept the reality."

Speaking of this, he looked sideways at Lou Cheng, showed a bright smile and said, "Cheng Zi, I really envy you, so please continue to make me envious!"

Lou Cheng was quite touched when he heard it, he clenched his fist and hit Cai Zongming on the shoulder:

"come on!"

Cai Zongming also gave him a thump:

"Damn it!"

Lou Cheng's expression was suddenly dull, he felt that all the atmosphere was destroyed by the mouth king, he gritted his teeth and said:

"roll!"

…………

In the early morning of the next day, Lou Cheng practiced more and more focused. Combining with the inner vision brought by the golden elixir, he slowly expanded his senses outwards, comprehended every bit of the ice mirror visualization, and completely faded away the anxiety caused by being unable to enter the door.

After Lei Yin shook Zen, he gradually touched the edge.

Old man Shi looked at it and sighed: "I thought you bastard would be addicted to beauty, and you would relax your requirements in a short time. I didn't expect you to be more attentive."

"She is my motivation." Lou Cheng replied seriously and sincerely.

Old man Shi nodded in satisfaction:

"Then I'm relieved, how about this, I will set a small goal for you."

"What small target?" Lou Cheng asked in astonishment.

Old man Shi chuckled:

"In the match against Team Fearless, I don't expect you to win the whole match, but if you and Lin Que face Wei Shengtian, the professional eighth-rank one, in the best condition, I want you to take him down with a wheel battle!"

It is not something to be ashamed to admit that there is a huge gap between himself and his alchemy state, but when he thinks that he and Lin Que will challenge Wei Shengtian again and again, and try to defeat each other with their strength, Lou Cheng's blood boils and he is full of anticipation.

Why dare not think about it?

Why dare not give it a try?

Who is afraid of whom!

He nodded vigorously and answered his master:

"good!"

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In the Martial Arts Hall of Yimo City, Wei Shengtian's upper body was bare, revealing the well-defined muscles, and his skin was slightly black, as if cast in stone.

"Are you okay?" He asked the slightly annoyed older boy in front of him.

Qiu Yang looked fair and fresh, and looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. He said sullenly, "I can't use my left hand, but if I really want to fight next time, I can barely use it."

Wei Shengtian sighed and said: "I knew I wouldn't let you be the vanguard. Once you fight two games in a row, your style of play is too easy to hurt yourself. In the next match against Songda Martial Arts Club, you won't be able to play. Take care of your wounds. Old Dong and I can get it right, no problem."

Thinking that the Songda Martial Arts Club only had two occupations of the ninth rank, Qiu Yang did not insist, and agreed:

"That's fine, Brother Wei, I'll be your cheerleader!"

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