Staying in the Wilderness, Wanwu Returns to Hide

He traveled through time and became the poorest boy in the border wilderness. He was covered in injuries. His family had thirteen copper coins and he owed thirty taels of loan sharks abroad. The bully said: I'll collect the debt in a few days. If you don't pay, I'll use your fiancée to pay off the debt. Gu Qingshan lived for forty years in his previous life, was unemployed, in debt, and died on the cold floor of a rental house. In this life, he doesn't plan to die again. He observed calmly and made plans secretly. Using lime, wet firewood and a rain, he made the bully walk into the pit by himself. Then he took his fiancée to the county town and entered Zhenshan Martial Arts Hall, starting from the lowest level as a registered disciple of Pichai. I peeped through the crack of the door for three breaths and wrote down a pose. Stealing all twenty-four boxing techniques from core disciples in ten days. An ancient book slowly opened in my mind—— Any martial arts knowledge can be included. If there are broken pieces, you can follow the traces to fill in the gaps. All martial arts prove each other, and low-level people can advance to high-level ones. While others practiced one set of exercises, he practiced three sets, deducing each other, and the more he practiced, the stronger he became. Named disciple Xiao Bi, first. Outer disciple Xiao Bi, ranked first. From being a handyman chopping firewood to becoming the number one in the outer sect, he only did one thing—— Hang on, then crush. And all this has just begun. The Beidi cavalry are pressing down on the territory, the Blackstone Gang is watching with eager eyes, and the undercurrent of the martial arts hall is surging. Gu Qingshan looked up at the sky. "Martial Saint... Should not be far away."