"Scholars have six arts, bowing, warding, swordsmanship, elixirs, numerology, literature and history, and six arts are all ready to travel all over the world, and they are indiscriminate. The bowing is the first weapon to conquer and kill on the battlefield, and the warding technique is the method of chariots and riders. Mastering the warding technique is no problem. Whether on the battlefield or under the battlefield, if you don't know how to control the technique, it is difficult to move in a short step. Swordsmanship is the way to fight. The so-called "no sword" is not a soldier. A warrior masters a weapon that can kill enemies and defend themselves from nearby areas. It is the most basic requirement. Of course, here, swordsmanship is just a general reference, and almost everyone has practiced it. Some people practice Qimen weapons, and they are also listed here..."

On the podium of the large classroom of the National Museum of Martial Arts, a museum teacher was frosting on the podium and explaining today's course. The podium was in the middle of the classroom, and around the podium, there were rows of seats. The entire large classroom of the National Museum of Martial Arts was like a huge concert stage, which could easily accommodate thousands of people.

The museum manager of this National Museum is an old man wearing a blue cloth. He is not unfamiliar with this old man, because this old man is the shopkeeper of Fu Yuanxiang, the largest pharmacy on Sanyuan Street. In the past two months, Yan Liqiang has seen this old man on Sanyuan Street more than once.

Many of the many museum teachers in the National Museum have other business careers and professions in addition to the identity of this museum teacher. For example, Song Tianhao, although the salary of the museum teacher is not low, which is enough for ordinary people to live, many people, especially those with abilities, naturally will not satisfy the lives of ordinary people. People need money to live in the world, and they need to spend money everywhere. They don’t need money to buy a house or a family, and they need to practice more. The museum teachers are not gods who are not a god in the world, but also have to live. It is normal to have other ways to make money and make money.

Even Shi Changfeng, who is as casual as a man, works part-time as a private teacher for children from several wealthy families in Pingxi City outside the National Museum, not to mention others.

Yan Liqiang sat at the end of the classroom, with no one around, and next to it was the window of the classroom. Yan Liqiang was half focused on the podium, listening to the lecturer of the library teacher, while the other half was floating outside the window.

At this moment, snowflakes began to float outside the window!

This was the first snow that Yan Liqiang had when he came to this world. When he got up this morning, he saw that the entire Wansong Mountain was white and a thick layer of snow had accumulated in the yard he rented.

Before I knew it, I had been in the National Museum of War for more than two months. Compared to the situation where all the freshmen were sitting in full every lecture a month ago, starting from last month, freshmen began to choose courses, and their study and practice were more targeted. No longer all courses, they would come all over the place. For example, in this class today, many freshmen who already had experience in this area or knew what the museum teacher was going to say, did not come. There were only more than 500 people sitting in the classroom. Among these more than 500 people, there were still a few faces, who were students who had entered the National Museum of War for the past.

"How about we go to Jukeloon to eat mutton at noon today? In this weather, it's just right to have a mutton soup pot, so I'll treat you..." Shi Dafeng, wearing a gorgeous silver fox fur coat, sat next to Yan Liqiang, whispering to Yan Liqiang, and was not completely in class.

"I'm going to the Governor's Mansion this afternoon..." Yan Liqiang replied in a low voice.

"Ah, I almost forgot..." Shi Dafeng patted his head, then looked at Yan Liqiang with envious eyes, stretched out a hand and poked Yan Liqiang's armpit, salivating his face, "I remember if the general will recruit his own soldiers next time, I will recommend it to me, I'm not bad..."

"I haven't seen the Governor in a month. Do you think I, a young follower, can speak in front of the Governor in a horse, work?"

"Anyway, you've said it's better than not..."

"Listen to the class, listen to the class..." Yan Liqiang smiled, and stopped talking, and listened to the class attentively.

In the past two months, he often stayed with Shi Dafeng. He went to the Governor's Mansion every seven days. He did not hide Shi Dafeng from being recruited by the Governor as a personal soldier. Shi Dafeng already knew the causes and consequences. Shi Dafeng was envious of Yan Liqiang's encounter. It was also in the past two months that Yan Liqiang's daily life was simple and fulfilling, and he basically lived a two-point and one-line life between the National Museum and the Rental Courtyard every day. He never saw the revenge of Shatu people, and Yan Liqiang had to gradually put this matter behind his mind.

When practicing Yijin and Marrow Cleansing Meridian this morning, Yan Liqiang felt that the joints and joints of his body began to heat up, and the veins in his body felt like electricity. This sign means that it was not far from passing the level of stretching the tendons and pulling the bones.

"...What we are going to talk about in today's lesson is a simple way to save ourselves in the Six Arts elixirs. When you are traumatized in the wild and bleeding from the wounds, you do not have the corresponding medicine on your body. Even if you bring money but can't buy our Fu Yuanxiang's bleeding-stopping pill, what should you do!"

When I heard that the old man did not forget to advertise his pharmacy at this time, the students who were listening to the lectures made a burst of kind laughter.

The old man on the stage said, then he picked up a pot of plants placed on the ground and put them on the podium, explaining to everyone, "First remember this grass. This grass can be seen in many places in the wild. It is called leek, and some places are also called baizhu, fern, rock cypress, and cocktail grass. Its name has various names, but its appearance remains unchanged. This grass is usually about one foot tall, with short rhizomes and walking horizontally, with reddish-brown scales on its leaves, which often grow in clusters.

The petioles are a bit like rice stalks. This kind of thing grows in tidal places, such as streams, grasses, or rock cracks. Generally, there are more at the foot of the mountain. If you are injured, you can pick this black leek, take the part above the rhizome, chew it in your mouth, apply it to the wound, bandage it with a cloth, and instantly stop bleeding. It has miraculous effects on all traumatic bleeding. Many golden sore medicines and hemostatic medicines use it as the main raw materials..."

...

The class was very time-consuming, almost an hour. After the library teacher finished teaching several herbs, many people rushed over and carefully observed the herbs on the podium.

Yan Liqiang and Shi Dafeng also surrounded him. After remembering the appearance of those herbs, they left the classroom. Although the content of today's class is not deep, it is also very useful.

Walking out of the classroom, the mountains outside the classroom were snow-white and the snow was still falling.

"Liqiang Where are you going now?"

"I'm going to go back to the yard, and I'm going to be a groom!" Yan Liqiang replied.

"Then let's go back together. It's too cold today. I don't want to make trouble anymore, otherwise I'll be sweating all over. It's so uncomfortable. Chen Teng, I don't know where to start a small meal today. He is trying to catch up with you..."

Yan Liqiang smiled and shook his head. Last month, Chen Teng took the initiative to ask him for a discussion. He and Shen Teng fought again on a ring in the National Museum of War. After the second fight a few months later, Chen Teng was fully prepared. He made great progress and his body movements became more flexible and changeable. However, he still lost to Yan Liqiang and was defeated by Yan Liqiang again on the ring. Since then, Yan Liqiang has not seen Chen Teng for several days.

I heard that the Shen family has a house in Pingxi City, so Chen Teng did not live near Sanyuan Street, but lived in the house of the Shen family. He only occasionally saw it. Yan Liqiang and Shi Dafeng were not as close to each other on weekdays.

As the two of them said, they were about to walk down the mountain, but before they could walk a few steps, Yan Liqiang saw seven people in the pavilion not far away, one of whom pointed at him, and then the seven people walked out of the pavilion together and walked towards him.

These seven people are all innocent to Yan Liqiang, but they are a little older, each of them at least 18,900 and 20 years old. They seem to be old students from the National Museum of War.

The mountain road in the National Museum was not wide at first, but it could allow four or five people to walk side by side without affecting each other. However, when the seven people came over, they completely blocked the road ahead of Yan Liqiang and the others. Moreover, the few people had their eyes fixed on Yan Liqiang's face, looking fierce.

Based on his feelings, Yan Liqiang knew that these people came for him and had a bad intention.

"Be careful..." Shi Dafeng next to him reminded him gently, and walked towards the people with Yan Liqiang.

The two sides stopped two meters away.

"Please let me..." Yan Liqiang said calmly.

"Are you Yan Liqiang?" A young man in his twenties who was standing among the seven people sneered, then looked at Yan Liqiang from head to toe with a picky and contemptuous look. "It turns out to be the same as the rumor, it's very arrogant!"

"No one from such a small place has ever seen any world. I guess he could make a name for himself in Pingxi County National Museum and finally advance to warriors. After returning to the countryside, he could show off his power in front of a group of rural neighbors, and then get a small public office in the yamen. He would reach the peak of his life!" Another young man next to him said coldly, and then several others laughed.
Chapter completed!