Shift change early in the morning. Lu Datou, excited after a long night of fighting, put his arm around Chen Guanlou's shoulders, took out a tael of silver and stuffed it into his hand. "Good brother!" Last night, after Chen Guanlou helped Lu Datou recover his money, Lu Datou seemed to be possessed by the God of Gamblers and killed everyone. Chen Guanlou did not refuse, and accepted the money generously, saying by the way, "Nine out of ten bets will result in loss!" Gamblers will not end well. "Don't worry, I'm measured." Lu Datou didn't care much. When I went out, I met several other gamblers. They all had gray faces, and it was obvious at a glance that they had lost everything. When the two parties met, they both disliked Lu Datou and were full of resentment for losing money. One of them looked at Chen Guanlou twice, and was very dissatisfied with him. He obviously hated him for helping Lu Datou recover his money. According to the rules, the winner gets a drink. Lu Datou laughed loudly and happily agreed, agreeing to treat him to a drink at Guanmei Building today. After deciding the matter, everyone dispersed and went home to rest. Chen Guanlou returned to his home near the Hou Mansion. When he entered the small house, he had three main halls, one east and west wing, a kitchen, a side room, and a washroom outside. It can be said that although a sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.
After drinking water, he began to practice martial arts. Tianlei Kung Fu is an external martial arts practice, focusing on boxing. Following the tips Luo Jingtian said, he began to explore carefully and understand it alone. After practicing for three hours, I vaguely touched the threshold of entry. At the appointed time, he came to Guanmei Tower for the banquet. Lu Datou is the host and invites everyone to a banquet. Because he had to work on errands at night, he did not dare to drink. It doesn't matter to you old fritters, as long as you don't get drunk, drinking a little wine doesn't matter. Officials also have to enjoy life at night. Unless something big happens, they will not raid the prison at night. Everyone was drunk for three minutes, and they were worried about the time difference. Fortunately, they didn't delay anything. Unexpectedly, when I entered the Yamen, I met Jailer Zhang, who was still on duty at such a late hour. "Asshole!" Jailer Zhang looked at the drunken and half-drunk jailers and cursed in anger. "Do you still look like an errand?" "Your Majesty, you must be aware that when you are on duty at night, your room will be dark and humid. If you don't drink some wine to counteract the cold, even a strong man will collapse in less than three years." "Please, sir, please forgive us this time for the sake of our hard work as errands on weekdays!" "Sir, it's not that I'm unruly. It's just that we don't have enough money for food this month, and we're eating too poorly. I've lost three pounds from hunger, and I have to make up for it." The old fritters relied on their seniority and talked all over the place, trying to get through. Chen Guanlou stood at the back of the team, not daring to come forward. He has no role to speak here, he just needs to follow everyone's actions. Prisoner Zhang was tempted, but he also knew that this was not the right time. Let’s put this account down for the time being. There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with a few jailers, so there is no rush at this time. He waved his hand in disgust, "Gungun, hurry up and go to work as a errand. If you don't do it again, I won't be lenient." "Thank you for your forgiveness, sir!" Jailer Zhang is just a subordinate of a yamen, so naturally he is not qualified to be called an adult. The jailers called him this, which was considered a sign of respect. If Jailer Zhang pursues the matter because of drinking, he is not following the rules. If you don't follow the rules, don't blame us for messing around!
The jailer wants to cause trouble for Shangguan, and he has many ways. When digging a hole to bury someone, dig it accurately. Who will lose his head then? Hehe, it's hard to say. Fortunately, Prisoner Zhang was still clear-headed and did not really pursue the case. The jailers resigned from jailer Zhang and went to work in the Tianlao. During the night inspection of Cell B, Chen Guanlou took the initiative to take responsibility. When he came to the door of the cell where Luo Jingtian was imprisoned, he handed him a bottle of wine and a piece of braised pork wrapped in oil paper. "There's no roast chicken, so let's make do with the braised pork." Why does Luo Jingtian care about this? It's good to have food. After taking the wine and meat, he started to devour it and poured wine into his mouth. After eating five minutes full in one breath, he slowed down and said, "His grandma's, he hasn't had a drink in a long time. Those black-hearted jailers are not good. Brother Chen, you are still kind. But, this braised pork The meat doesn’t taste like the one I mentioned.” Of course, Chen Guanlou could not go to the restaurant introduced by Luo Jingtian to buy wine and meat, in case he was taken advantage of and suspected of collusion between internal and external parties. "When I came here, I bought the wine and meat from a street shop." Luo Jingtian moved his hands for a moment, then continued to eat as if nothing had happened, "Brother Chen, don't worry, I know the rules. I won't let you talk, it's taboo." So very good. Chen Guanlou was very satisfied with the other party's knowledge, and then asked what he was concerned about, "How long does it take to get started with Tianlei Kung Fu? How long does it take to practice it to the first level?" Luo Jingtian said while eating: "Most people need at least seven or eight days to get started, and some people are even less qualified than ten days and a half. For example, it only took me three days to get started and two months to reach the first level." There was a smile on his face, and he was obviously very satisfied with his martial arts talent. Chen Guanlou was heartbroken when he heard this. It only took me three hours to reach the threshold of entry. What kind of speed is this? Gifted? A martial arts prodigy? What the hell. If he is a martial arts prodigy, why doesn't he have martial arts, can't practice internal skills, and can't step into the martial arts and become a warrior? He is not convinced! Is God really wise? He spared no food for such a big martial arts prodigy, but favored some crooked melons and jujubes. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. You can't really give up just because others say that you don't have a martial vein and can't practice internal skills. You must practice it yourself. "Do you have an internal skill?" Luo Jingtian was stunned, then put down the wine and meat, wiped the oil from his mouth, and said earnestly, "Brother Chen, I know you are unwilling. There are countless ordinary people like you who are unwilling to be just a boxing master and try to break through the limitations of martial veins and practice internal skills. But without exception, all failed. In serious cases, forced practice eventually exploded and died. I have the internal skill, but if I give it to you, it will harm you! Forced practice is the way to death, and life will not exceed thirty. This is a lesson summed up by countless predecessors with blood and tears, and you must listen to it." Hearing the end, Chen Guanlou's originally gloomy mood suddenly became extremely excited. He asked hurriedly: "You mean, it will damage your life span?" "Not only will it damage your life span, it is clearly exchanging your life for a martial arts technique, a life for no life. Only those who have martial veins can practice internal skills and increase their life span. This is an eternal fact. Brother Chen, I know you are unwilling, but I still want to say, give up!" "You don't need to persuade me, I have my own ideas. Just teach me the internal skills." "This...you..." Luo Jingtian couldn't figure it out. He had explained the truth clearly, why didn't Brother Chen listen to his advice. This is the way to death. What a pity, it's rare to meet a jailer who is not polluted, and then he will have to watch him die.