C3 Alternate trap

After running for a few days, the travel worn Mu Tu finally left Ku Hai City, arriving at the second city he had seen in his entire life, Guangyuan City.

Before he left, his master had told him about all the dangers of the martial arts world, but he had forgotten to give him more. Thinking back to his master's unfathomable smile, Mu Tu had a kind of intuition that his master should have done it on purpose. He touched his pocket that only had three coins, and his stomach that was starting to churn again. He couldn't help but mutter a few words in his heart.

The setting sun shrouded the desolate ancient city. The two bailiffs guarding the city were yawning as they leaned against the city gate, dozing off.

Just as Mu Tu wanted to sneak into the city, he saw a wrinkled hand mercilessly extending out in front of him, blocking his path. A cold and emotionless voice floated past his ears, "Entering the city fee, four coins."

"Holy sh * t, you're robbing money!" Mu Tu angrily raised his little finger and pointed at the yamen runner who was asking for money and roared.

"Being an outsider is a high risk job. The walk of Mster Jin has caused chaos in the martial arts world, and many new recruits have been called home for dinner by their mother. "My brother and I have been boasting about the northwest wind for a whole day, so you only need four cents for it, right?" The yamen runner looked at Mu Tu indifferently and waved his hand to signal him to hurry up.

"But I only have three coins, and I haven't eaten since I ran." Mu Tu's face flushed red. He desperately squeezed out two tears, trying to get the sympathy of the yamen runners.

"Then why don't you go home and show off? "The brat obediently turned back, don't make mom wait anymore." The yamen runner patted Mu Tu's face and teased.

Mu Tu angrily opened up the Twilight Blade that was wrapped behind him. Before he could do anything, the yamen runner grabbed his small hand, baring his yellow teeth, he looked at him with anticipation and said: "Little brother, you have come to mix in martial arts with us! "Why didn't you say so earlier? If you lack the money, you should take a look at this. Can you read it?"

"Yes," Mu Tu nodded blankly.

The yamen runner led Mu Tu to the notice board at the side. From where did they start to sell, where did they start to rent and where did they start to sell? In the colorful notice, there was a line of small characters at the end of the line. Recruitment, speed, food, pay … two taels per month.

"Do you want to do it?" The bailiff's eyes narrowed as he repressed his voice with anticipation.

"Done." Mu Tu rubbed his stomach that was still churning, and nodded his head resolutely.

"Hmm, I'll bring this little brother …"

"Mu Tu."

"Brother Mu Tu, please take responsibility while you go and report!" The bailiff shouted excitedly at him.

"Got it, remember to treat me to wine later." The bailiff waved his hand at the bailiff in envy.

The Guangyuan yamen was different from the unified frame structure houses on the side streets of the city. The yamen could be said to be decorated in splendor, with fake mountains and circular ponds, small bridges and flowing water, and lush clusters of flowers.

The yamen runner led Mu Tu through the side door and went straight to the recruitment area of the yamen. There was a man sitting in the recruitment office reading a book while holding a teacup. The man hurriedly swallowed the tea in his mouth as he saw the bailiff come in. He put down the teacup and asked: "Xiao A, did you recruit this new constable?" The old man glared at the bailiff in displeasure.

"Sir, even though this kid is young, he's still a man with a saber." Besides, we are in urgent need of people! " As he spoke, he gestured to the old man with four fingers and secretly winked at him.

The old man quietly spread out his right hand on the book and pressed down on it. Seeing the bailiff nodding his head in pain, Fang Xing smiled as he took out two flat forms from the book and gave it to Mu Tu. "Young hero, fill in the last two copies and remember to press the last handprint."

Name: Mu Tu

Family: Martial Family

The purpose of being a constable: make money

The old man frowned and used his pen to erase the word "earn" that Mu Tu had written. After a moment of thought, he dipped his finger in the tea and wrote on the table: To promote stability in the martial arts world, to realize the prosperity of the country's economy, and to ensure a harmonious and stable life of prosperity for all.

"Here, make two copies of this." The old man kindly patted Mu Tu's shoulders and encouraged him.

Mu Tu thought that it was not that important anyway, the size of everyone's space was up to them. As long as he was hungry, it was fine, he just needed to write down the words in front of the old man, then dipped his brush in the red mud and pressed down on his small handprint.

"It's done, brat. Hurry up and thank the lord. From today onwards, you will be a substitute constable for this yamen."

Mu Tu immediately cupped his hands in thanks.

"No need for all these formalities, my little armor, lead Mu Tu to meet his boss, Head Constable Cai. Young Heroic Assassin, here is your identity card and your room key. You have been walking around for a long time now, so there's a room left for you to stay in at the yamen. "

The guard bowed and agreed, then led Mu Tu to a room. When he pushed the door open and entered, he saw Head Constable Cai sitting on a chair and looking at a bunch of documents.

When the Head Constable Cai saw the guard, his face was filled with impatience. He waved his hand and dismissed him, then turned to Mu Tu and said: "Are you the new deputy constable? Why are you so young? My surname is Cai, and I'm the Chief Constable of Guangyuan City. In this line of work, once you stepped into the martial world, you would have to listen to the imperial government and sleep half your body in a coffin. It was definitely impossible for you to not use punches and kicks. Show me the form you just filled out. "

"Yes," Mu Tu respectfully handed over the application form that he had just placed in his bosom to Head Constable Cai.

"Martial Lin Family?" Head Constable Cai slightly swept his eyes over the table. In truth, he was only looking at the second item. His tone was somewhat surprised, as if he found it hard to believe.

He reached out to pinch Mu Tu's muscles that had yet to grow. "The basics are quite good indeed. However, since you have joined the Guangyuan yamen, you should learn to use my technique. This way, you can avoid trouble with your family. "Oh right, what cultivation technique are you studying now?"

"Saber art." Mu Tu hurriedly said, but he was curious, what kind of technique would this Guangyuan yamen teach? After all, he only knew the Twilight Knife that his master had just taught him, and his internal energy was too shallow, so he could not use many of his techniques.

"Saber technique!" Sabers are so called, they are so powerful that they are considered the tyrants of weapons, and their killing power is often extremely high. You and I are considered to be destined for this, and my skills just so happen to be related to sabresmanship. Since that's the case, I will teach you the Eight Trigram Knife Technique s that are suitable for your age to learn. " Then, Head Constable Cai took out a Eight Trigram Knife Technique from a pile of books beside the table and handed it to Mu Tu.

"This is a very simple and practical blade technique in the martial arts world. You don't need to learn it with your status as a martial family, but if you want to be a good constable, don't underestimate it. Practice it well for me." During your time at the Guangyuan yamen, try to use as little of your aristocratic cultivation technique as possible unless you have no other choice, so as to avoid bringing unnecessary trouble to our Guangyuan yamen. Alright, that's it for today. "Go out and take a left turn to pay a visit to the county magistrate before going to eat and rest."

Mu Tu was a little confused. He kept his Eight Trigram Knife Technique and bid farewell to the Head Constable Cai. He then proceeded to the main hall to look for the county magistrate.

"Under my leadership, this Guangyuan City can't be closed at night." The county magistrate was in the midst of enjoying the shoulder pinching service of his servant girl, boasting about himself as he watched Mu Tu knock on the door and enter.

"You're the new deputy constable?" The county magistrate stroked his white beard as he sized Mu Tu up from head to toe. Not bad, not bad. He looks pretty good at such a young age, but I wonder how he is capable. Coincidentally, the bailiff had just reported that a group of bandits had appeared in a mountain cave in the southern part of the city. You go and clean them up tomorrow. "It's already late. Let's go eat and rest!"

After Mu Tu finished dinner, he returned back to his dorm to rest. He had been away from home for several days, and this was the first time he was finally full. As he laid on the bed, Mu Tu opened the Eight Trigram Knife Technique full of yearning.

The thick manual only recorded two simple saber moves. The first form of the Eight Trigram Knife Technique: Blind Elephant, Mu Tu picked up the Twilight Knife and walked out of the house. This blade technique was practiced according to the pictures of the small figures in the books. It swayed left and right. It was said that it was an extremely exquisite technique that combined the five elements. But in reality, when Mu Tu danced, the sword play was extremely tight and the sound of wind blowing could be heard. He could compete with some of the craftsmen on the streets.

The second move of the Eight Trigram Knife Technique, Immortal Shows the Way, was a simple horizontal slash on the complicated foundation of the first move.

After dancing for two rounds, Mu Tu finally found out that this blade technique, hmm, was indeed quite lively. The corner of his eyes twitched as he tried his best to conceal the awkwardness in his heart.