“Which level?”

Shi Lei felt like laughing a little. He had only practiced the Zhengyang Stance; it just made his Physique better than ordinary people. Which level?

What an ignorant kid.

However, he didn't dare to directly mock him, so he thought about his words and said, “Let's put it this way, both the Zhengyang Stance and the Hunyuan Zhengyang Stance are just for building a foundation for the body. To become a Martial Artist, you need to Master at least one fighting technique.”

“Fighting technique?”

“Exactly. Martial arts are divided into practice methods and fighting techniques. Practice methods are for individual refinement, tempering oneself, and strengthening oneself. Fighting techniques are for sparring with opponents, finding weaknesses, and weakening the enemy.”

Speaking of this, Shi Lei said earnestly, “Zhang Lingshan, with your talent, you will eventually enter the backyard and officially become Master's Disciple. As for the specifics, let Master explain it to you. I can't explain it clearly to you in a few words.”

“Okay. I'm home. Senior Brother, do you want to come in and sit for a bit?”

“No need. See you around.”

Shi Lei left in a hurry.

If he had known that sending Zhang Lingshan home required passing through this section of Qinghe Road, he wouldn't have sent him.

That was an ominous place where the Zhao Family tragedy occurred.

Who knew if the yamen had completely dealt with the evil spirits? What if he got 'lucky'?

Therefore, from now on, he would absolutely not send him again.

Even if he had to send him, he would hurry his steps and rush back home before dark.

People living in Jin City, at the cost of the lives of those before them, had summarized a rule: as long as you closed your doors and windows tightly when returning home at night, the probability of encountering evil spirits seeking your life would significantly decrease.

If you wanted to court death, then you could wander around at night.

Therefore, the night in Jin City was a peaceful night.

The existence of evil spirits, in a way, didn't seem to be entirely a bad thing.

“Shan.”

Before Zhang Lingshan could enter the door, the elderly neighbor next door suddenly called out.

“Hey, Fu Bo.” Zhang Lingshan greeted him.

Fu Bo rubbed his hands, looking a bit awkward, and said, “My family made roasted goose today, and we can't finish it in one meal. Have your mother and sister come over to eat.”

His expression was a little unnatural; he seemed to want to put on the airs of an elder in front of a fifteen-year-old child, yet he also seemed somewhat humble.

‘Roasted goose?’

Zhang Lingshan was slightly surprised.

Although Fu Bo's family wasn't short on money, they weren't wealthy either. Today wasn't a big occasion, so why make roasted goose?

And he even wanted to invite them over to eat for no reason.

That stingy old man suddenly changed his tune for no reason; it must not be for anything good!

So Zhang Lingshan smiled and declined, saying, “No need, Fu Bo. We've all had upset stomachs these past few days, so we won't bother you.”

Saying this, with a creak, he pushed open his own courtyard gate.

“Upset stomachs? I happen to know a doctor who specializes in upset stomachs.”

Fu Bo followed him in, shouting, “Sister Zhang, I heard Xiao Shan has joined Hong's Martial Arts School. This is great news that should be celebrated. My family just made roasted goose today, let's go over and eat together.”

“Ah, it's Brother Li.”

Mother Zhang walked out from the kitchen, extremely surprised. She hadn't expected Li Fu, that stingy old man, to actually invite them for dinner for the first time.

And he even rushed into their house to invite them.

Unbelievable.

“Sister Zhang, you look very energetic! This child, Xiao Shan, said you had an upset stomach. Hurry up, don't cook anymore. Bring the two children over to eat, otherwise the roasted goose will get cold later.”

Li Fu urged.

Mother Zhang glanced at Zhang Lingshan, feeling a bit undecided.

Free roasted goose was truly tempting; it was a waste not to eat it.

But something felt off.

Zhang Lingshan was the only man in the family now, and her child had been quite thoughtful in the past six months. It was time for him to make decisions.

“Sigh, Fu Bo, just tell me what's going on.”

Zhang Lingshan was helpless.

This old man kept standing in his house and wouldn't leave. He was still waiting to take medicine and practice the stance to replenish energy, he didn't have time to waste with him.

Seeing Zhang Lingshan get straight to the point, a hint of embarrassment immediately appeared on Li Fu's Face. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Xiao Shan, you've really grown up. Sister Zhang, you are truly blessed.

“It's a shame my child is such a disappointment and doesn't learn anything good. He was caught cheating at the Sanjiang Gambling House.

“Now they want me to pay twenty taels of silver, or they'll chop off my child's hand!

“But where do I have that much money?

“Xiao Shan, you've now joined Hong's Martial Arts School, you have capability.

“Can you help me out? Go to the Sanjiang Gambling House and mediate. With the Face of Hong's Martial Arts School, they will definitely release Xiao Dong.”

Zhang Lingshan frowned upon hearing this.

He had no 'Face' at all.

Hong's Martial Arts School was Hong's Martial Arts School, and he was him.

He was just a registered Disciple now, not even qualified to wear Hong's Martial Arts School uniform. He was going to mediate? Where did he get such a big 'Face'?

Moreover, as the saying goes,

Don't be an intermediary, don't be a guarantor, and don't be a matchmaker for three generations' well-being.

Asking him to be an intermediary for such a thankless task, he would only do it if his head was messed up.

“Fu Bo, you really think too highly of me. I just joined Hong's Martial Arts School, my status is low, and any Hong's Disciple can bully me. I really don't have that ability. Please go back.”

Zhang Lingshan opened the door to see him out.

Thump!

Li Fu suddenly knelt on the ground, grabbed Zhang Lingshan's feet, and cried, “Xiao Shan, I really have no other way! Please, please save my Xiao Dong. Xiao Dong is a good child, you even played together when you were young.”

“Sorry, I really don't have that ability.”

“Save Xiao Dong, save Xiao Dong! I'll kowtow to you. That Hong's Disciple just personally sent you back, I saw it! You don't have a low status, you can definitely save Xiao Dong.”

Li Fu shouted while kowtowing.

In the blink of an eye, people from the surrounding four neighbors gathered around, discussing in hushed tones.

“That man just now was wearing Hong's Martial Arts School's training uniform, he must be a formal Disciple.”

“A formal Disciple actually sent Xiao Shan home? So close! Xiao Shan is doing well now.”

“The Zhang family couple gave birth to a good son, they can enjoy their blessings now.”

“Mainly, Xiao Shan is determined. He made up his mind to learn martial arts and can endure the hardship of training. That blockhead of mine doesn't have that idea.”

“What's going on with Old Li again?”

“It's that unlucky son of his again.”

“Xiao Shan is so capable now, he has the ability. We're neighbors, we should help out.”

“Yes, yes, we should help out. Old Li even helped your family carry water back then.”

The crowd chattered away, giving Zhang Lingshan a headache. He wished he could chase them all away with a stick.

However, this was not outside the city.

If things really got messy, it would definitely not be a good thing. There would be trouble, and it would also affect his training.

He thought for a moment and decided to play along, saying, “Fu Bo, please stand up first.”

“You agreed?”

Li Fu cried out in surprise.

Zhang Lingshan shook his head: “Let me think of a way first. I can't make any promises to you. I'll ask Senior Brother Shi tomorrow.”

“Good, good, good, that's great! Xiao Shan, Sister Zhang, I'll bring the roasted goose over for you right away.”

Li Fu's Face was full of eagerness and excitement.

Zhang Lingshan