At night, an oil lamp was lit in the house, and the lights were dim.

Tang Ye washed himself and sat on the bed in a daze. He was thinking about the paw that Yang Sanshou had on Mr. Song during the day.

"Three Tong Tiger" has three styles: fist, claw, legs, and moves are simple and rough. However, the claw skills that Yang Sandrive used are erratic and ghostly, and are different from normal routines.

Yes, Master once said that moves are dead, people live, and practice martial arts regularly, but when you really get to the actual combat, the moves have to follow the people and adapt to changes at any time.

This is the essence of "Three Tonghu". It is not confined or pedantic.

Some things, Yang Sanshou has not been taught to Tang Ye yet. After all, Tang Ye has just started and practiced martial arts, and he has instilled too much in one go, but he may not be able to chew too much. However, this does not prevent Tang Ye himself from seeing the subtleties through observation. Such experiences are often more profound than others' teachings.

This is called "understanding".

After thinking for a while, as if he gained something, he noticed that the little mute had his head hanging down, as if he had something to do, so he asked, "Little mute, what's wrong with you?"

There are extra rooms in the Tiger Roar Hall, but the little mute has long been used to living with Tang Ye, so he chose a larger room and made two beds.

After moving into the martial arts hall, the little mute returned to her original appearance. Although she still has short hair, her face is pretty, bright eyes and white teeth. She can tell that she is a daughter at a glance. Life is hard and tiring, but she is born with beauty and gradually she looks graceful.

The little mute raised his head and had tears on his face.

Tang Ye was stunned: "Why are you crying?"

"Brother, I'm worried about you."

The little mute's voice seemed hoarse, and he clearly hid in a hurry.

Tang Ye thought it was Mr. Song who brought people to the martial arts hall, so he scared her and comforted her: "It's okay for the Evil Wolf Gang, they dare not come again."

The little mute shook his head: "It's not that... the big senior brother died today and fell in front of me. I, I'm afraid the next one will be my brother..."

As he spoke, he burst into tears.

Tang Ye went up and hugged her, patted her back: "What do you think? I'm very good. I said that I'm different from them. My brother can learn this martial arts."

The little mute choked and said, "It's just that big senior brother looked like when he died, which was both pitiful and terrible. I don't even know his name. Brother, why do you think he is willing to come here to learn martial arts?"

Tang Ye smiled bitterly and said, "Life is forced to go to the point of desperation. If there is a way to go, who can care about anything else?"

He paused and said, "No wonder about this matter. The martial arts school just provides a choice. It is clearly stated in advance, without any deception and persecution. But life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. Besides, no one cares about the fate of us."

The little mute sighed: "Master Yang and the others are really kind enough. If they were unscrupulous, they would probably drive away the big senior brother and let him die outside. How could they raise waste people?"

Tang Ye nodded and said, "Master, Master, are all good people."

The little mute remembered something: "It's the fifth uncle who looked strange and a little scary."

Speaking of Zhao Wushou, Tang Ye smiled and said, "Although Uncle Fifth Master is not good at speaking and has a quirk of behavior, I believe he is not a bad person. As long as you have more contact, you can get along well."

The little mute said, "I hope so. But then again, now we have a place to live without fear of wind and rain. We can eat a full stomach every day, eat white rice and meat. Compared to before, I don't know how much it is, what else is not satisfied with."

She blinked her big eyes: "It's just like the martial arts school, and you don't have any money every day, will you lose money one day?"

He has a strong sense of crisis and has long had such concerns. If the Tiger Roar Hall is dilapidated, they will be displaced and have no support.

Tang Ye also thought about this question.

A normal martial arts school is actually a business. As long as you have good kung fu and have a reputation, someone will come to ask for advice. Tuition is an important source of wealth. Some big martial arts school still have many industries under its name, such as fields, restaurants, etc.; those who are worse, the masters in the museum can also go out to help others and stand, thereby getting a considerable reward.

However, these are basically insulated from the Tiger Roar Hall.

The Hu Xiao Pavilion accepts apprentices, not only does not have tuition fees, but also requires subsidies, so someone is willing to come. Some of the industries saved by the master were sold out early, but they were definitely not able to hold on because there was a problem with the martial arts hall. Since that is the case, it would be better to sell them for discounts. As for Wu Yishou and Yang Sanshou, with their current appearance, it is even harder to easily engage in people. Every time they do it, it will probably increase the load on their body and increase the consumption of their already small life span.

This means that the source of livelihood is cut off. However, the daily diet cannot be saved. With Wu Yishou's medicinal soup cost and the current production of the tiger soup for Tang Ye to practice boxing, the cost will be huge.

Tang Ye went to the medicine shop to get medicine today. He used a full five silver dollars for the five flavors of auxiliary medicine alone. The price of the main medicine can be imagined.

It's simply a bottomless pit.

If this continues, the Tiger Roar Hall will definitely not last long.

Yang Sanshou did not mention some things to Tang Ye, but Tang Ye could think clearly in his mind.

But what can I do?

Tang Ye was thinking about it, and suddenly thought of a way, and his eyes gradually brightened.

...

On the other side, Yang Sanshou came to Wu Yishou's room, and there was a strong smell of medicine in the room.

Looking at the senior brother sitting quietly on the bed, Yang Sanshou sighed in his heart: They looked at Feng Zhun's twilight years old, but they were actually less than forty years old. At this age, other warriors were in their prime.

Wu Yishou asked: "Last brother, we don't have much money anymore."

Yang Sanshou nodded: "There are not many."

Hand over the account book in his hand: "It's all here."

Wu took it with him, but did not look at it, but put it on the table: "What should I do?"

Yang Sanshou said: "Save some money and you can probably last until the beginning of winter. At that time, the national martial arts competition will begin. I think this matter is more important, and it is related to whether the brand of our Tiger Roar Hall can still be held."

Wu Yishou said slowly: "Not bad."

Yang Sanshou coughed dryly: "If it were before, there would be no hope in this assessment. But now, we have Tang Ye."

Wu Yishou reached out and touched his beard with a sparse chin: "Ono is indeed a good apprentice. His talent and understanding are all excellent. God opens his eyes and will not let us die."

Yang Sanshou said: "So, next we don't care about anything, just teach Ono and protect him. As long as he succeeds in his studies, he will have a chance."

Wu Yishou agreed and reminded: "But you can't be too hasty, you're careless. The medicinal power of Dahu Decoction is really domineering and fierce. After all, Ono is still a teenager and is in the stage of growing up. You should pay more attention. If something is wrong, stop in time."

Yang Sanshou said: "Don't worry, senior brother, I will be careful."

Wu Yishou asked again: "What's wrong with Lao Wu?"

Yang Sanshou smiled bitterly and said, "I still refuse to speak."

Wu Yishou sighed: "Let him do it. Although he was stunned, his body was much better than you and me, and there were gains and losses."

Yang Sanshou asked: "Senior Brother, do you think Lao Wu's martial arts are still there?"

Wu Yishou thought for a while: "It should be there, but it's not clear. I haven't seen him take action for several years, I hope he's still there."

When Yang Sanshou left and closed the door, Wu Yishou took out an object from the dark lattice in the corner with a serious expression. It looked like a book, which obviously belonged to an old object, neither paper nor silk, but like leather, I don’t know what kind of skin it was.

This is the treasure of the Tiger Roar Hall, which records the prescription for the tiger decoction and the method of "Santong Tiger".

But in fact, this secret book is incomplete. In the past, Wu Liu went up the mountain to collect herbs and encountered a storm. When looking for a place to shelter from a rainstorm, he unexpectedly obtained an ancient scroll from a hidden cave. He had a high understanding, and through reading comprehension, he actually figured out "Three Tong Tiger". He should have achieved higher achievements, but he suffered a backlash and died young in his prime. The things left behind were naturally passed to his son Wu Yishou.

Before his death, he had a last word saying that this ancient book has great mystery and that as long as you understand it, you will be able to enjoy it endlessly.

For many years, Wu Yishou has been trying to figure out the secret scroll, but unfortunately he has gained nothing. The secret scroll seems to be covered with a mysterious force. After watching it for a while, people will feel dizzy, even nauseous and retching, and they can no longer watch it.
Chapter completed!