Chapter 8: The Profound and Mysterious Body Technique, Cultivation

  The east end of the village.

  Chui Da Pao set up an old wooden table with a big sign that read: High Price Buy Back Old Coins.

  Many villagers lined up, each holding a few old coins in their hands.

  Su Wen and Xiao Yu ran over, looking at Cui Da Pao who was busy. Su Wen squeezed in with a bowl: "Hey, Cui Da Pao, when did you start the coin recycling business?"

  "Just earning some small money, just earning some small money." Cui Dapao said with a smile.

  "A small amount of money?" Su Wen shook his head, "The villagers' money, earning too much will bring heavenly condemnation."

  Hearing this, Cui Dapao sneered: "So you're here to stir up trouble, you stinky brat. I'm doing a favor for the villagers by increasing their income, and it's not even profitable. If you keep spouting nonsense, be careful or I'll get someone to deal with you."

  "Give it a try!" Su Wen was furious in his heart, I suffered outside, can't I still suffer from your second-hand goods at home? Thinking of this, he turned to the villagers and said: "Everyone listen to me, this old coin has been purchased in the city, with thousands or tens of dollars. According to the market purchase price three months ago, a 61-year-old one-cent coin is as high as 2900 yuan, a 65-year-old one-cent coin is as high as 1800 yuan... A 69-year-old two-cent coin is as high as 2300 yuan, and a 69-year-old five-cent coin is as high as 2100 yuan... It can be said that old coins are very valuable."

  Su Wen mentioned the price of a coin, and someone below would shout in surprise. At the same time, Cui's face would become even more unsightly. When Su Wen finished speaking, many people held their coins tightly and didn't dare to let go.

  "Is this for real? I have a 1961 one-fen coin here, and two 1960 five-fen coins, these are worth several thousand yuan."

  "I'm also, I'm also. I have three 1966 one-fen coins, plus a few two-fen and five-fen coins, which add up to tens of thousands."

  "If it's true, then I'm rich. Haha, my old man seems to have stored a dozen or so 1969 five-fen coins, which are worth tens of thousands of yuan."

  ……

  Many people were excited beyond measure, but those who had just sold their coins to Choi Dae-bong were not pleased.

  "Chui Da Pao, return my old coins quickly, I'm not selling them."

  "Chui Dapao you bastard, how can you be so conscienceless and swindle our money like this."

  "Chui dapao, your mother is a match, we used to be isolated from the world, every family had some of these old things, you just died and fooled us, I'm going to kill you."

  ……

  Looking at the crowd's indignation, someone picked up a brick, Cui Dapao's face turned pale, he jumped onto the table and shouted: "Everyone don't listen to this little rascal's nonsense, if you think this old coin is so valuable, let him sell it for you. I'm telling you, there's no way, you can't even sell it for tens of dollars."

  Su Wen heard this and immediately said: "Everyone can rest assured, I'm not familiar with the county, but there must be a store in Jiangning City that collects old coins. If everyone really wants to sell these coins, I can help contact them. If you don't want to sell them to the city, you can also sell the old coins to me. The price may be lower than the market collection, but it's definitely more than what Cui Dapao offered."

  "Good, Xiaowen did well."

  "It's no wonder you've been to college, you understand things."

  "Xiao Wen, we'll listen to you, uncle and aunt. We won't sell the coins in town anymore, just sell them to you."

  ……

  Cui Dapao knew that things couldn't be taken back, and with a disheveled appearance, he crawled down from the table. Looking at him, it seemed like he wanted to slip away quietly, but Xiao Yu was sharp-eyed and immediately shouted: "Can't let Cui Dapao run away, he still hasn't returned the old coins!"

  "Stop Choi Daepo quickly!"

  A group of villagers went up, directly pressed Cui Dapao to the ground, then pulled down the purse containing old coins from his body. Later, the crowd was still unsatisfied and beat him with fists and kicks again.

  "Come back to our village again and see if we don't beat you to death." Someone even threatened Cui with a swollen nose and bruised face.

  ……

  After dinner.

  Many fellow villagers found their way to Su Wen's home, waiting for him to buy their old coins.

  The gate was almost surrounded by water and couldn't be passed through, mother was anxious to death.

  "Dad, Mom, I just don't want our fellow villagers to be cheated. These old coins are really valuable. Since they're willing to sell them to me, maybe I can even make a profit." Su Wen thought for a moment.

  "If that's really the case, then it doesn't matter, but buying these old coins will cost a lot of money." Father frowned, the key is that his family couldn't afford to pay so much money all at once.

  "Dad, don't worry, I have money." Su Wen's card had 150,000 yuan, which was almost enough to collect the old coins from the villagers. However, he would still need to go to the county to withdraw the cash, as the villagers didn't understand online transfers.

  "Where did you get the money from? The old coins of our fellow villagers are not a few, and I want to buy them all. It's necessary to spend at least 100,000 yuan." Father frowned.

  Su Wen immediately came up with an excuse: "I bought an antique in Kyoto and sold it for over a million. The money is now in my card, I'll withdraw it this afternoon."

  "It's like that... you handle it yourself." Father looked at Su Wen with a hint of profundity, a kind of trust, feeling that Su Wen had grown up and didn't need others to say anything anymore.

  "Alright." Su Wen smiled and replied.

  He explained the situation to his fellow villagers, and they all went back.

  In the afternoon, Qian came back.

  Su Wen put a table outside his door and placed his price list on it.

  "Xiao Wen's price is reasonable, unlike Cui Dapao, that black-hearted devil."

  "Come one by one, don't rush!"

  Su Wen's coin collection is very popular.

  By the time it got dark, he had collected several hundred old coins. The money was all spent, 130,000 yuan. Seeing his fellow villagers happily returning home, he felt inexplicably happy.

  Evening.

  Su Wen searched the entire Shixiu Village, first collecting all the unowned coins, then spent 0.5 of his life force to collect a somewhat damaged jade Ruyi, which was probably abandoned by someone's ancestors, but it was still valuable. He felt that weakness again and knew he should cultivate now.

  A new day begins with a hint of dawn.

  Su Wen went out of the back door of his home and spent half an hour climbing up to the Jawazi Mountain behind Shixiu Village. This was a place he often came to play when he was young, it's bare and not very big, looking down from above, it looks like a foot sole, many villagers also climb Jawazi Mountain sometimes, as a way of exercising their bodies.

  This is exactly where he chose to cultivate.

  As soon as he came up, he found that there was actually a person not far away, and he walked over unconsciously.

  This man was practicing Tai Chi, he didn't see Su Wen, but when Su Wen approached, he slowly withdrew his moves: "I said who is it, turns out to be the young master of Donghe."

  Donghe River, also known as Sutong East River.

  Su Wen's father.

  "Grandpa Yang." Su Wen recognized this person.

  Grandpa Yang's full name is Yang Xiao, he is not a native of Shixiu Village.

  About thirty years ago, Yang Xiao came to Shixiu Village with a wounded body. Several honest old men in the village took Yang Xiao home and treated him well. After his injuries healed, Yang Xiao did not leave. He built a house at the west end of the village and settled down in Shixiu Village from then on.

  "What are you doing getting up so early, young man from the East River? And why have you come to Mount Paozu?" Yang Xiao was already seventy years old, but when he spoke, his voice was still full of energy. Especially with his long hair flowing in the morning breeze, he looked like a true immortal."

  Many people say Yang Xiao is a martial arts master's son.

  Before Su Wen's father went to be a soldier, Yang Xiao taught him a set of fist techniques, but whether he used them or not is unknown.

  "I came to exercise." Su Wen naturally wouldn't say he was here to cultivate.

  "That's good. Young people should exercise more, nowadays young people are all like sickly weaklings." Yang Xiao burst out laughing, "This place is not bad, when the sun rises, the first ray of sunlight shines here, I practice boxing here every day, in the future you can also exercise here!"

  "Thank you, Grandpa Yang." Su Wen also discovered this and thought it was the flattest place around.

  Yang Xiao was practicing Tai Chi, while Su Wen had closed her eyes.

  When he obtained the Great Heavenly Dao Retrieval System, he also obtained a set of specialized training methods.

  This set of training methods is called Ti Shu, a system specially designed for him, which can effectively enhance a person's vitality.

  The technique is divided into 108 extreme movements, with every 36 movements forming a large layer and 12 movements forming a small layer. As long as you can complete all 108 movements within one minute, it's considered a great success. The first movement of the technique appeared in Su Wen's mind, which was a 90-degree body bend, with one hand stretched forward and one foot lifted. It looked like a golden rooster standing on one leg, but the position of the hands and feet were slightly different. Su Wen couldn't care less about that and started to learn this movement.

  Actually.

  He had tried this move several times in school, but each time he gave up halfway.

  In Su Wen's mind.

  "It's been so many days, and the master hasn't even completed the first move. The cultivation is too slow. It seems that I still need to help the master." Xiao Tian muttered to himself, and in front of him appeared Su Wen's practicing image. Seeing Su Wen struggling to make the first move, he thought for a moment, his small face with a smile, "Good, let's do it this way, this will definitely help the master."

  Su Wen struggled for half a day, and although he had some success, it was clearly far from satisfactory.

  "Why can't this hand be stretched properly?" Su Wen was very depressed.

  At this moment, a numbness spread through his body, and his hand involuntarily stretched forward, the muscles on his arm bulging, his entire being tensed to the extreme. Looking at his movements now, whether it was his posture or aura, everything was perfect to the extreme, but the person himself seemed to be in great discomfort, his face twisted in pain.

  "Huh, interesting!" Yang Xiao suddenly paused, as if he had discovered something fascinating.

  P.S: Old coins are indeed valuable. When I was at home, I saw people collecting them several times. Some of them were not to be thrown away.