Chapter 12 Decline
"Sit down." Zuo Le pointed to a wooden bench beside him and said.
"Thank you, Master." Qin Ziling bowed slightly, then sat down calmly, his humbleness revealing a hint of steadiness and neither servility nor arrogance.
"I really didn't expect this boy to have such a talent in fighting. It's a pity that he has been practicing martial arts for nearly three years but hasn't even touched the membrane threshold. He is doomed to have no hope of reaching the realm of strength. Without reaching the realm of strength, no matter how good his fighting skills are, he can't enter the realm of martial arts. He's just a martial artist. Otherwise, why not give him a helping hand even if I pay out of my own pocket?" Zuo Le looked at Qin Ziling, his eyes revealing a complex mixture of appreciation and regret.
"You've been in the martial arts gym for almost three years, right?" Zuo Le asked.
"Master, it will be three years in two months." Qin Ziling replied.
"You have been practicing martial arts for nearly three years. Your family must be under a heavy burden. They must be anxious for you to earn money to support the family as soon as possible, right?" Zuo Le said.
"Yes." Qin Ziling replied.
"You should have heard of the Xingchang Escort Agency, one of the four major escort agencies in our county. I have a deep friendship with Song Haichuan, the chief escort of the Xingchang Escort Agency. I can recommend you to work as an escort at the Xingchang Escort Agency." Zuo Le said.
Qin Ziling couldn't help but look surprised and shocked when he heard this.
A martial artist like him who has trained his muscles usually has to start as a porter when he joins the escort agency. Only martial artists at the membrane level can directly serve as escorts.
Besides, Zuo Le was a serious person, especially to martial artists like them who came from poor families and had little hope of entering the membrane realm. Apart from some pointers when they first got started, he basically left everything else to the teaching of the several membrane realm disciples who had been following him.
In the past, Qin Ziling had nothing but fear towards the gym owner Zuo Le, and did not have much affection or respect for him. He thought that he was a cold-blooded martial artist who only cared about money.
He didn't expect that such a museum owner would care about his future today and even use his connections to help him get a bodyguard position.
"As a bodyguard, you must not only have strong strength to protect the objects you are escorting, but you must also be good at dealing with people, understand the ways of the world, and be good at dealing with people. Your combat ability is comparable to that of a martial artist at the membrane level, and you have been educated and are quite smart. As long as you have someone to guide you, you should be able to be a bodyguard very quickly. Unlike Liu Xiaoqiang, although he is naturally strong and powerful, and his strength is comparable to that of a martial artist at the cowhide level, he has never been educated and has a simple and strong temperament. He can be a guard or a fierce general who charges into battle and seizes territory in a gang, but the position of bodyguard is probably not suitable for him."
"Of course, although the income of an escort is not low, this is a time of chaos and the escort industry is quite dangerous. You should consider it carefully. If you are interested, Xingchang Escort Agency will definitely give you a bodyguard position on my behalf." Seeing Qin Ziling's surprised expression, Zuo Le smiled slightly and continued.
If it were in the past, Qin Ziling would have agreed without hesitation.
With his martial arts skills, he would never be able to get the job of a bodyguard even if he worked as a porter for three to five years. Moreover, although the job of a bodyguard was dangerous, the income was also high. A few trips would be enough to cover their family's living expenses for a year.
But the Qin Ziling now is no longer the same Qin Ziling.
Although he still lacks money to buy meat and medicinal herbs for nourishment, he has a trump card that can help him obtain meat and medicinal herbs.
However, these trump cards can only be used secretly and cannot be revealed in front of others. The only thing he can show in front of others is martial arts.
Therefore, for Qin Ziling now, the most urgent task is not to make money, but to improve his martial arts and break through to the membrane realm, or even the strength realm, as soon as possible.
If you want to break through as quickly as possible, staying in the martial arts gym is obviously the best choice.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I don't want to give up martial arts. I want to keep going." Qin Ziling quickly stood up and bowed in response.
Zuo Le raised his head and looked at Qin Ziling, with surprise in his eyes, and a hint of ridicule for his overestimation of his own abilities and his ignorance.
"In that case, go ahead!" Zuo Le waved his hand, then continued to drink tea from the cup.
This world is cruel and realistic. Zuo Le has done his best by doing this. If Qin Ziling doesn't appreciate it, it is naturally impossible for him to persuade him with all his heart.
"Zi Ling, great! I haven't practiced with you for a while. I didn't expect that you suddenly got the hang of it and can fight on equal terms with Nangong Yue!" As soon as Qin Zi Ling returned, Liu Xiaoqiang stepped forward and punched , while the other martial artists who were practicing muscles avoided him intentionally or unintentionally.
Anyone could see that Nangong Yue suffered a setback this time and must be full of hatred towards Qin Ziling. They were different from Liu Xiaoqiang and wanted to continue training here, but they didn't want to be targeted by Nangong Yue.
As for the martial artists at the membrane realm, even if they were a little uncomfortable with Nangong Yue's behavior, they were all disciples of Zuo Le after all. At this time, they had a feeling of "prosperity and adversity together". Naturally, it was impossible for them to come forward to praise Qin Ziling. Of course, Zuo Le had just lost his temper and specially called Qin Ziling to have a chat. Under such circumstances, they would definitely not be stupid enough to stand up for Nangong Yue.
"I just dodged faster." Qin Ziling replied modestly, not mentioning that if Zuo Le hadn't called for a stop, he would have stabbed Nangong Yue with a palm knife, making him lose the ability to fight again.
"That's also amazing!" Liu Xiaoqiang praised Qin Ziling again, then lowered his voice and asked, "By the way, what did the owner tell you to do?"
"The owner of the hall said he would introduce me to the Xingchang Escort Agency as an escort, but I still want to continue practicing martial arts." Qin Ziling replied.
Liu Xiaoqiang's eyes widened when he heard this, and he stared at Qin Ziling as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. After a long while, he patted his shoulder speechlessly and said, "You must be out of your mind!"
After saying that, Liu Xiaoqiang stopped talking and started hitting the sandbag.
The iron sand bag does not contain ordinary iron sand, but fine iron sand mixed with medicinal mud made from a secret recipe.
When you pat, you don't do it randomly. Each time you pat, you should release the energy from your Dantian and focus all your strength on your palms.
He stopped only after his palms became red and swollen, then soaked them in the martial arts school's secret potion to disinfect, reduce swelling, and strengthen the muscles and bones.
Qin Ziling did not argue when he saw this. He smiled and began to hit the iron sandbag with his palms.
In the past, when Qin Ziling hit the iron sandbag, he didn't feel much except pain. But today, he could feel a trace of medicinal power penetrating into his skin with the hitting, constantly repairing and stimulating the skin, muscles and bones of his palms.
When he soaked his swollen hands in the secret potion, the feeling became even clearer and more obvious. He could even feel that the blood in his palms was stimulated, as if the water was boiling and constantly surging inside .
"The Zuo family's secret recipe is indeed remarkable. No wonder they were able to open a martial arts school in the county city to teach disciples. In the past, I had ordinary talent and a poor foundation, so I couldn't feel the wonders of this secret recipe. Otherwise, even if I didn't have meat and medicinal herbs to nourish myself, if I had the same feeling as today, after two or three years, with the help of the repair and stimulation of this secret recipe potion, I should be able to break through to the membrane realm." Qin Ziling carefully felt the medicinal power seeping into his palms, secretly marveling at the magic of the potion.
Immersed in martial arts training, the sun quickly set.
The world has been unstable in recent years, and the county town would close its gates before sunset.
So when Qin Ziling saw the sun setting, he said goodbye to Liu Xiaoqiang and left the martial arts gym.
Qin Ziling had not gone far from the martial arts gym when a horse-drawn carriage caught up with him from behind.
The curtain of the carriage opened, revealing Nangong Yue's gloomy face.
