Chapter 58: Poor in Literature and Rich in Martial Arts, a Banquet for the Second Generation

Soft power, also known as dark power.

It is an advanced use of power.

This effect can be achieved by finely controlling the power, concentrating it at one point, injecting it into the target's body and then exploding it.

Xue Jing punched with soft power, and all the power was applied to the fist pad of the dynamometer without touching the dynamometer itself, so the machine itself did not react at all, but the fist pad was torn into pieces by this soft power.

People who are good at using soft power, such as Meng Qingjiao, can even control it freely, and their punches are silent and light, and they can make Xue Jing fly more than ten meters away with a light touch of the palm, and they will not hurt him. All the power is used in "thrust".

Since Xue Jing's power reached Lv6 the day before yesterday, he quickly learned how to use soft power.

But he is not proficient yet. A punch will make a dull sound, and he cannot reach the state of silent and light.

"Junior brother, please go to the warehouse to get a boxing pad and put it on the dynamometer."

Xue Jing reached out and patted an ordinary disciple on the shoulder, smiling.

He suddenly felt a little strange, feeling like a leader who had caused trouble for others and had to ask others to clean up the mess...

But he didn't intend to do anything, but the disciples invited him enthusiastically, so he couldn't help but show off his skills. Even if the facts are not ignored, the boxing pad was definitely destroyed by the disciples who made trouble.

Not knowing that the junior brother in front of him was criticizing them, the disciple nodded quickly and said respectfully: "Yes, junior brother!"

He established his prestige intentionally or unintentionally...

Xue Jing smiled, said nothing more, and left the training hall slowly.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Chen Fuguang standing there, and Xue Jing immediately asked:

"Brother Chen, do you want to ask me something?"

Chen Fuguang put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile: "Just now, the dojo received a commission that is very suitable for you. Do you want to try it?"

Xue Jing heard this and showed a hint of interest on his face.

"Brother, please go ahead."

Since he started practicing Doujia Gong, he has deeply realized the meaning of the saying that the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts.

For example, the various secret medicines he needs to consume every day for practice now, on average, are equivalent to nearly 10,000 Zhuxia coins per day.

This is just the cost price! Only the raw material cost and processing fee are calculated, which is equivalent to the Canglong Dojo suffering a loss to support him.

Many of the raw materials for these secret medicines need to be obtained from the border area, and they have to be bought from those border companies with huge appetites, especially the materials related to "dragon seeds", which are even more expensive.

As the cultivation progresses, more and more medicines will be needed, and they will become more and more expensive...

This is why the direct disciples are very busy and often disappear without a trace. They have to make money.

Xue Jing's current daily income is only 200,000 yuan per month from the shelter company, and the bonus subsidy after completing the shelter mission... The latter is still an unstable income.

This will not be able to support his martial arts training needs.

Therefore, he has to start learning from other direct disciples and start taking some "commissions".

The Canglong Dojo is famous. Many things that need to be solved by martial artists in all walks of life will be commissioned here. The remuneration for these commissions is an important source of income for the Canglong Dojo, and it is even much more than the tuition paid by ordinary disciples.

As long as the commission is completed, Xue Jing can get a considerable commission from it. Therefore, he asked Chen Fuguang a few days ago to hand it over to him if there is a commission suitable for him.

Now there is finally news.

Chen Fuguang took out his mobile phone, operated it a few times, and handed it to Xue Jing.

There is an address on it.

[No. 617, Jinhai Street, Dongcheng District, Ruizhu Hotel, Tel: XXXXXXX]

After Xue Jing memorized it, he handed the phone back to Chen Fuguang, who took it and said, "The client is Ruizhu Hotel. According to them, one of their guests was mysteriously attacked last night."

"Mysterious attack?" Xue Jing looked puzzled.

Chen Fuguang nodded and pondered, "It was a young woman in her twenties who was on a business trip to Qingcheng from another place. She was staying in the room late last night and was suddenly killed. The body was gnawed into a mess. I don't know if it was done by a perverted killer or something else."

"The surveillance camera didn't capture any clues?" Xue Jing said.

"No, the surveillance cameras in the hotel corridors did not capture anyone coming to this floor in the hours before and after her death."

"Therefore, the perpetrator may have entered the room from other places, such as the window or balcony."

Xue Jing nodded and said, "I see, they suspect that the murderer may have practiced martial arts and used the means of flying over the eaves and walls to break into the room and kill people?"

Chen Fuguang hummed and said, "That's right... In fact, hotel murders are not uncommon. Generally, they just call the police and hand it over to the Public Security Bureau for investigation."

"It's just that unfortunately, Ruizhu Hotel has a banquet tomorrow... It is hosted by a group of second-generation people in North City District. The parents of these people are either ruling members or company bosses. None of them can be in trouble. Ruizhu Hotel has no choice but to entrust multiple dojos to strengthen on-site protection."

Xue Jing complained: "People have died, and these people don't mind the bad luck. Why don't they hold the banquet in another place?"

Chen Fuguang smiled helplessly and said: "Originally, Ruizhu Hotel also suggested that they change the place or change the day, but these second-generations heard that someone had died, but they were very excited. They said it was a thrilling feeling and they had to hold the banquet tomorrow."

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "You are just talking nonsense."

Once people have money and power, they will naturally lose a lot of things, such as troubles...

As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you pursue it. He is not surprised that these second-generations would look for troubles for themselves. This is quite normal.

"The commission this time is to protect these second-generations at the banquet. In addition to our Canglong Dojo, there will also be several disciples from other dojos."

Chen Fuguang patted Xue Jing on the shoulder.

"I don't think the murderer will come here to seek death. It's likely that he will just go through the motions to complete the commission. But you have to be careful. If you really encounter any danger that you can't handle, don't hesitate, run away immediately. Safety is the most important thing. Those second-generations will die."

Xue Jing smiled and nodded.

"Tomorrow night, someone from Ruizhu Hotel will drive over to pick you up. Just follow them, little brother."

"Okay, senior brother, I also have a commission to take care of, so I'll leave first. Call me anytime if you have anything."

After Chen Fuguang finished speaking, he gave a few more instructions and left the Canglong Dojo.

Xue Jing sent him to the door, then returned to the training hall to continue recording the disciples' test scores.

Unlike before, this time, all the disciples were honest and silent in the test, and no one teased him again.

The sponge debris on the floor had been cleaned up long ago, and the newly replaced boxing pad exuded a unique smell of leather just out of the factory.

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