499: Collecting Rent

Collecting Rent

She dragged her numb legs to the stone steps and sat down. Jian Ai felt her legs were no longer hers.0

She knocked and kneaded them hard before recovering some senses.

Twenty minutes later, everyone had finished standing. With no rest, they started running with weights.

Martial artists did not carry weights on their backs or shoulders. Instead, they tied sandbags to their calves for training.

This training method can strengthen one's jumping ability and body's lightness.

Jian Ai was still different from the others. She only had five kilograms of sandbags tied to her legs, while the others had ten kilograms. Yang Xiaowen's were twenty kilograms!

They only needed to run one round around the spacious martial arts arena and frog-jump one round. They had to alternate five times, which was to say, ten rounds to complete it. Jian Ai only needed to alternate thrice, which was six rounds.

It was not that Yang Jie was lenient with Jian Ai, but because things would backfire when pushed to the extreme. It was enough to stimulate her to the limit of her current body load, which had no foundation. If she was forced to overload, it would be harmful to her body.

Running was easy for Jian Ai, but frog jumps with weights were tiring. The sandbag was only five kilograms, but it was as heavy as lead when tied to her legs. She wondered how her eldest senior brother had trained with twenty kilograms!

After six rounds, Jian Ai's physical fitness had reached its limit. She held onto an apricot tree in the yard and panted heavily. Her chest felt like it was on fire, and her face was red. Sweat had drenched her martial arts clothes.

"How do you feel?" Yang Jie walked forward and then asked Jian Ai.

Jian Ai took a few deep breaths and straightened her body. "I'm so tired! But I feel relaxed and my mind is exceptionally clear!"

"This is the benefit of practicing martial arts in the morning!" Yang Jie said slowly, "In ancient times, people who practiced martial arts paid attention to 'starting to dance' when they heard the chickens. This is because when the sun rises and the moon sets every day, the air is at its purest. You will achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

Jian Ai nodded. "Master, compared to my senior brothers and sister, am I too weak at the moment? I can't even breathe at this level!"

Hearing this, Yang Jie couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. "You don't have to worry. When they first came, they were like you. Zexuan's legs trembled after standing for five minutes. But now, isn't he able to complete his daily morning exercises easily, no?"

"As long as you persevere, there's nothing you can't do!"

Jian Ai: "I understand, Master. I'll persevere."

It was almost seven in the morning after the weight runs and frog jumps. The martial arts school had prepared breakfast for the disciples to replenish their energy. After breakfast, there were other training sessions waiting for them.

Longxing Martial Arts School's learning time was in the morning. This was also a traditional Chinese martial arts tradition. It was also different from other martial arts schools that only opened at noon.

As they were eating, they saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man who turned up in the yard, talking to Yang Jie.

"Isn't it still a month away? He's so hardworking at collecting rent!" Ning Zexuan looked at the middle-aged man in the yard and curled his lips in disdain.

That person was the landlord of this martial arts school. It was obvious that he was here for the rent.

Qi Wei said, "He's probably worried that we won't be able to pay our rent next year, so he came in advance to ask the Master. If we close the school, he can recruit new tenants in advance."

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