Ding Hao smiled and said, “I can only teach them two hours a day. You, the profiteer, should be responsible for the remaining ti. Hey, you’re a bone eater who sucks up bone marrow, aren’t you doing good for free? You must have collected the parents’ tuition fees, right? ”
The profiteer’s face suddenly collapsed.
“Mr. Tianshu collects ten copper coins a month.” Huan Huan’s face was still covered with tears. Pulling Ding Hao’s clothes, Huan Huan disclosed the old man’s dirty tricks with laughing.
Ten copper coins were not much, and according to the previous observation, this obscene profiteer was not half-hearted about his work, he did seriously train the children. Although the thod was a bit old-fashioned, it definitely worked.
Ding Hao looked at the wretched old man and smiled, “Not bad, this ti you have conscience as a profiteer.”
“Fuck, I have always had a good conscience, right?” The profiteer showed the whites of his eyes.
Ding Hao ignored his protest and laughed, “Well, that’s settled then. From tomorrow on, two hours before sunrise, I will co here to teach the children. You will be responsible for training at the remaining ti. As for the tuition fee...” Ding Hao pondered and said, “Aren’t you collecting ten copper coins a month? I pay 20 copper coins for each of them every month, and you take good care of them for .”
The profiteer wanted to say sothing more. His eyes glistened when he heard the last words. “20 copper coins? Haha, good, good, no problem at all. Don’t worry, Mr. Ding, I will take good care of them and treat them as my own grandchildren.”
Ding Hao nodded.
At this ti, more than 20 children were already so happy that they did not know what to say. Those little ones surrounded Ding Hao, shouting and jumping, and were excited as if to fly.
After a short stay in the fenced yard, Ding Hao got up to leave and left the slum amid the children’s reluctant farewell.
...
By the ti Ding Hao got back to the martial house in the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts, the disciples’ morning exercises had ended.
In the morning, there was a basic course of herbs by Xin Qianxue.
Ding Hao put the adorable little cat back to his place and wanted to feed him so milk he had bought. Unexpectedly the adorable little cat was actually a bit sick. Although he looked hungry, he shrugged off milk and refused to take a drink. Ding Hao had no choice but left him in his place and took the ti to go to class.
In class, Ding Hao found that this beautiful domineering lady really no longer cared about him. She didn’t even look at him in class. She seed still angry.
Ding Hao was also happy and relaxed, and began to learn all kinds of herbal dicine and knowledge about immortality pills with the Saber Master in his mind.
To outsiders, Ding Hao began to pay no attention to Madam’s lecture and was absent-minded in one way or the other.
The ti of a class ended in an instant.
When leaving the martial house after class, Xin Qianxue snorted coldly as she passed by Ding Hao. She left lightly with cold face.
“Hey, Senior Brother Ding, you won’t be doing anything to Ms. Xin Qianxue? Or did you reject the courtship of Xin Qianxue? Why has the attitude of Qianxue to you suddenly changed?” Wang Xiaoqi stealthily leaned in and asked with a face of gossip.
“Refused Ms. Xin Qianxue?” Ding Hao slapped the gossip man on the forehead.
Other disciples laughed gloatingly.
Li Lan glanced at Ding Hao outside the crowd. His eyes were strange and nobody knew what he was thinking about.
The day passed quickly.
In the afternoon’s practical combat class, Ding Hao was targeted to fight by Wang Juefeng, the teacher-in-chief, the cynical man under the shaful excuse that “my fists itch and others are vulnerable”, and so Ding Hao was severely beaten.
With a tired body, Ding Hao ca back to the residence, and he found that the adorable little cat was quietly lying on his clothes, curling up into a small snowball and falling asleep.
The bright moonlight shined on the adorable little cat through the window lattice, reflecting the glittering and translucent white light. It looked mysterious and holy, as if it made the whole room more comfortable and fresh.
Ding Hao looked at it for a mont, then he went back to the living room, sitting cross-legged on the rush cushion and began to do his howork as every night.
First, he applied his strength of martial arts to treat bruises. Then, with the ntal cultivation thod of Taixuan Sword-seeking Scripture, he ran ice and snow Qi in the lower dantian. Blood Qi circulated for 36 circles of vital energy in the five apertures, continuously consolidating the existing realm, purifying Qi and cleaning apertures again and again.
Only when the ridian channels and apertures reached the level of “clean without dirt and crystal clear”, laying a solid foundation would he strive to fight for Six Apertures Apertured Martial Disciple Realm .
By the ti this series of cultivation were finished, it was already the ti of the moon in the midheaven.
Ding Hao, carrying the rusted sword, ca to the courtyard and began to practice tactical moves. For martial artists, cultivation thods and moves were equally important and indispensable.
After practising the Dragon King’s Water-Splitting Style, he soon entered a state of emptiness and brightness. Today, Ding Hao was in a particularly good state. Unconsciously, he practised completely the five moves of the nine-move sword techniques, naly, “Dragon King Erging”, “Dragon King Flying over the Sky”, “Dragon King Stretching Claws”, “Dragon King Absorbing Water” and “Dragon King Spurting out of the Sea”.
“Birr!”
Ding Hao put up his sword and stood upright, with blood Qi rolling in his body and his strength gathering without exploring. He only felt a burst of incomparable joy.
An idea ca to Ding Hao and Ding Hao put the rusted sword into the Storage Ring. Then he began to practice the “Smoke Billow Blurry Technique”.
In this light initial approach, Ding Hao had mastered the “Yan (smoke) Tactic” and “Tao (billows) Tactic”, reaching the state of being as fast as smoke, as light as water droplets, and as shadowy as waves. The following were the “Mi (mystery) Tactic” and the “Li (separation) Tactic”. Having mastered these two tactics, he would achieve the state of body movent like illusion and incarnation of leaving the body. He could be in an invincible position in practical fight.
Very soon, another four hours had passed.
The shadow of Ding Hao was as unpredictable as illusionary in the moonlight. It was beyond the scope that different people can capture in their sight. It spread a series of ghosting images from east to west, south to north, like unfathomable riddles. It made people absolutely unable to guess the answer to the riddle and distinguish his real body from the shadow.
He had reached the Basic level of “Mi (mystery) Tactic”!
As soon as Ding Hao took back his figure, he stood erect in the courtyard and nodded with satisfaction.
In situ he used his strength Qi to regulate his breath for a while, he felt refreshed. Ding Hao began to pose as “the third ice type”, absorbing the real coldest Genuine Qi, which was free between heaven and earth and practicing the third level of “Nine Levels of Golden Body Building with Ice and Fire”. Last night, in the mysterious cave, Ding Hao completed the practice of “the third fire type” with “burning fla Qi”. At that ti, it was the coldest ti of the night, and it was also the best ti to practice “the third ice type”.
Ti passed slowly, and it could be seen that Ding Hao’s bare skin slightly swollen, the silver frost with a little chill constantly condensed and lted on the surface of his skin, and he repeated such actions.
Ding Hao’s face gradually showed a trace of pain.
Ice and fire Body Tempering, and the average person could not endure such pain.
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