From the sword of the third master

Chapter 67 Introduction
"Hey, wake up, young man, what are you doing lying in front of my house?"

"..."

"Where are you from?"

"Stone Village, Zhangye County."

"From Zhangye? The distance from there to our Lanzhou is not close. I think your shoes are almost worn out. Did you come here?"

"Ah."

"What's the matter, is there something wrong at home?"

"There was a flood, and the whole village died. I was the only one who survived."

"It's so pitiful... How old are you this year?"

"19 is old."

"What is your name?"

"Chen Sheng, Wu Guang's Chen, Sheng under the fame, Chen Sheng."

"I know quite a lot, have you ever studied in a private school?"

"I haven't read it, I heard it from an opera singer."

"Oh, how many days have you been hungry?"

"Three days."

"You don't have any money with you?"

"Not even a penny."

"Don't lie down, come into the house with me, I'll find you something to fill your stomach. Look at you, you're as thin as a monkey."

"Thank you, uncle. I want to ask, what year is it now?"

"You don't even know the year?"

"I don't know, I came from a remote area, and I don't even know a few words."

"Then listen carefully, it is the 14th year of the Republic of China."

"The 14th year of the Republic of China? Fuck! How many years ago in [-]? Is this world "Jing Fu Men" or "Shanghai Bund"?"

"What are you mumbling about?"

"No, nothing."

……

"It's sputtering."

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

"Oh. Hey? Uncle? You... why are you touching me?!!!"

"The root is not bad. Chen Sheng, you have no relatives and nowhere to go, why don't you stay and learn kung fu from me?"

"Kung fu, what kind of kung fu?"

"Look at my hand."

"It's strange, you are a big man, it's unbelievable that your hands are so white and tender."

"Haven't you seen it? I practice iron sand palm."

"Isn't the iron sand palm just a way to run the world? Their hands seem to be thick and thick, and they look like bricks."

"Hey, theirs is self-mutilation, mine is called kung fu, and it's the real secret. Do you want to learn it?"

"Want to learn!"

"Okay, have you seen the portrait on the altar?"

"Saw."

"Kowtow in the past, kowtow three times."

"Dong dong dong...Master, who is this?"

"He is a champion of martial arts in the Ming Dynasty. His surname is Zhou. There have been nineteen generations in the world, and you are the No.600 generation."

"Oh."

"When you enter my door, you are the 'Zhou family'. From now on, you must behave uprightly, sit upright, and you are not allowed to bully the weak, and you are not allowed to spread martial arts outside, otherwise, even if you chase to the sky, you will be a teacher Get back what's on you."

"Yes. Master, how long will it take for us to practice the iron sand palm?"

"At least five years. Small successes in five years, great successes in ten years."

"How powerful is it after Dacheng?"

"Let's put it this way, you beat people to death, and you can't see it at all on the surface, 'the skin is intact, and the internal organs are all shattered'!"

"Amazing."

"Hehe, of course, the true teaching must be the real teaching, how can the general fake style compare?"

"Master, is such a strong yet soft blow effect produced by internal force?"

"Internal force? What is internal force?"

"It means that there is a warm current in the dantian's internal memory. When it is mobilized, it can make your strength explode instantly, and then increase to ten times, twenty times or more."

"Store warm currents in the dantian? I have traveled all over the country and lived for more than 50 years. I have never heard of such absurd things!"

"Then, where does our power come from?"

"blood."

"how to say?"

"Train your bones and skin openly, and practice your blood in secret. To put it bluntly, it is to use our unique movement skills to make your blood flow faster and stronger, and then integrate the inside and outside to release the lethality."

"understood."

……

"shoot."

"Clap!"

"cut."

"Clap clap clap!"

"print."

"Clap clap clap..."

"Stand up with your feet and shoulders to relax, your mind is like a mirror, your eyes and ears are clear, and you rotate your hips and hips, and your blood flows through the Changhong. You have to find the feeling of 'throwing the whip', and the force should be light, not deliberate."

"Master, iron sand palm, iron sand palm, why don't we forge iron sand, instead start with wood chips?"

"You think too much. Kung fu should be practiced step by step. First, wood chips, then mung beans, and finally iron sand. When you have achieved a small amount of practice, then reverse the order, first iron sand, then mung beans, and finally again. Beat back the sawdust. This is called shallow introduction, yin and yang reincarnation, understand?"

"Ah."

"Each round of beating should not be too long, preferably 10 minutes. After beating, remember to soak your hands, rub and wash repeatedly, and wash thoroughly."

"Master, what's the point of this recipe for washing hands?"

"Half a catty of ground bone skin, half a catty of salt, add three to four catties of water, and fry it in a casserole."

"What is the earth bone skin?"

"It's the root bark of the wolfberry tree. It has the effect of removing steam and cooling blood, removing bone fever, and nourishing Qi."

"The root of wolfberry? It sounds like it can nourish the kidney, can people drink it?"

"You can drink it, but it's best not to overdose. This stuff is poisonous, and the medicine is cold in nature. Drinking too much is not good for the spleen, stomach and heart."

"Uh, cough cough, what a pity."

"By the way, within the first year of practicing Qigong, you must control yourself and never get close to women."

"What? Can't get close to women? Is it too late for me to quit the division now?"

"You can try!"

……

"Chen Sheng."

"exist."

"You have been practicing Iron Sand Palm for seven months. Let me check your progress."

"How to check?"

"Here's a green brick, call me to see it."

"Snapped!"

"My boy, it's been seven months, and you can't even break a brick? I'll fucking kill you!"

"Master, don't worry, you can look again."

"Hiss... how is it possible? This green brick looks intact, but it turns into slag when touched? You, you have only seven months of work, and you have trained the iron sand palm to this level?"

"Hey, maybe I'm a genius."

"Genius also has a limit. Do you know how long it took for a teacher to reach this level?!"

"how long?"

"Seven years."

"..."

"There's a monstrosity coming out of the Zhou family. I don't know whether it's joy or sorrow? Your progress is so fast that I can't understand it as a teacher. Could it be that the ancestors appeared and reincarnated on you?"

"How is it possible? If you learn well, it can only show that you teach well. The so-called blue is better than blue. You have to believe in your teaching level."

"I don't believe I have such great ability."

"..."

"Okay, let's put aside the skills and so on, and talk about it later when you get confused. In this way, let's do a set of tricks. Have you practiced all the changes?"

"Practiced."

"You come to attack, I will defend, and you must do your best to make moves."

"Oh."

"Crackling... bang, whoops..."

"Master, why don't you speak?"

"The ancestors have manifested! The ancestors have manifested! Chen Sheng, your understanding and application of palm techniques have far surpassed mine. I really can't be your master. How about we call them brothers?"

"..."

"Junior Brother Chen, I have nothing more to teach you. A good man has learned martial arts, so he will naturally go out to make a living. I still have an apprentice who is staying in Jinmen. You might as well go and join her."

"Master..."

"Call me brother."

"No, no, why don't we talk about each other? I call you Master, you call me Junior Brother?"

"Isn't that messed up? You must call senior brother!"

"Okay, brother."

"Hey, that's right. It's better sooner rather than later. I'll write you a letter and you'll leave early tomorrow morning."

"Brother, how old is your disciple?"

"24."

"Are you married yet?"

"No, she has high eyesight, and she doesn't like ordinary men."

"Huh? Your apprentice is actually a woman?!"

"Correct."

"What does she look like?"

"How should I put it, this child has been born beautiful since she was a child, with big eyes and fair skin. I think she looks much better than ordinary female singers."

"Ahem, brother, can we discuss something?"

"what's up?"

"I still want to call you Master..."

(End of this chapter)