Traveling through the Dacang Dynasty, Lin Xian had no money, so he rented a leaky woodshed to collect rent, picked up a piece of rotten wood and put it on the market - Supreme Martial Master Dojo.
He doesn't know any martial arts, he just wants to fool a few apprentices, earn enough money and run away overnight, and will never get involved in the disputes in the world and the chaos of the dynasty.
Picking up a handful of wild grass and applying it externally, a seriously injured hunter regarded it as a magical medicine for healing;
A set of middle school radio gymnastics to create a master of horizontal training;
After chatting a few words about health-preserving principles, the down-and-out general, who had lost his dantian, had an epiphany on the spot.
The news spread far and wide. Martial arts idiots and strong men from all walks of life stepped through the threshold of the small courtyard and knelt down devoutly, just asking for a few words from the master.
There is an endless stream of worshippers. But due to his reputation, the Liehu Martial Arts Hall, the martial arts houses in the county and city, and the black gates of Jianghu came one after another, and important criminals wanted by the court also came to his door.
Lin Xian looked at the martial arts masters kneeling all over the floor, and cried crazily in his heart: Don't come! I really don't know how to do martial arts! I can't run away if I keep doing this!
