Simulation of all things: starting with copper skin and iron bones

Chapter 6

"Well, try my strength."

Wei An glanced at the room. The heaviest thing should be his own bed. He raised his hand and lifted it up easily.

So easy, as if that bed was air.

"This bed weighs only a few dozen kilograms."

Wei An didn't feel satisfied, and couldn't help thinking of some knowledge points in his previous life.

For example, the world's highest record for human weightlifting is a snatch of 263 kilograms, and the fastest running speed is 12.43 meters per second.

"By the way, I remember that there is a broken mill outside the door, which weighs at least seven or eight hundred catties."

Wei An hurriedly opened the door, looked outside, it was quiet and there was no one around.

The broken millstone, only half of it to be precise, was leaning against the wall outside the house.

Wei An went out quickly, took a deep breath, hugged half of the millstone with both hands, and lifted it up violently, a little bit above his head, and finally stretched his two arms completely.

"good……"

Wei An's face was flushed with suffocation, and he slowly put down half of the millstone, took a deep breath, and almost figured out the limit of his strength, and snatching 400 kilograms should be no problem.

Then, he found another hourglass, and by running back and forth, he calculated how fast he could run.

The result is also quite amazing, about 15 meters per second.

"I haven't entered yet, so I can't be considered a real martial artist." Wei An clicked his tongue, and once again refreshed his understanding of martial arts in this world.

Get a basin of water and take a cold shower.

Unknowingly, at sunset and dusk, Wei An went to bed early.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't help calling out the panel again to check the results of the third simulation.

"Seven years later, Song Qingsong also died at the hands of Yan Xingkong, and his son Song Dahai was frightened stupid."

Wei An couldn't help but sighed softly.

People are like ants and lives are worthless. The strong in this world can really kill at will and do whatever they want.

However, Wei An just felt a little more emotional, without any panic.

At this time, he is already a great Hunyuan Zhuang, and he has quietly improved his strength, so how strong will he be after seven years?

Hehe, he couldn't even imagine it himself.

"Step by step, develop insignificantly, and become invincible."

Wei An is very clear about the path of practice he wants to take. People like him who have cheats can't walk the usual path.

Once the cheating is exposed, in the eyes of others, it will be like a monstrous existence, and it will definitely be targeted everywhere.

"Never let anyone know my secret."

Thinking about it, Wei An slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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……

The next day, it was cloudy and rainy.

The autumn rain is dense and worrying, and the cold wind is bleak.

Wei An changed into an autumn outfit, the very common blue-gray linen robe, the style of the poor, which is extra wide and can cover the whole body.

It's cold, and it's very reasonable to wear an autumn outfit.

In this way, the changes in Wei An's figure were completely concealed. As long as you don't pay close attention to the fact that he has grown two centimeters taller, you won't be able to see how much he has changed.

After breakfast, enter the forging room.

"Morning!"

"Have you eaten?"

Wei An glanced at the other guys, nodded in greeting, the others also nodded at him, and then went about their business.

No one noticed any changes in Wei An at all.

"It seems that I think too much."

The corners of Wei An's mouth curled up slightly, and he walked to the workbench to process the blank left over from yesterday.

Soon, Lu Ping also came.

The old master drank too much yesterday, and it seems that he has not sobered up to now. His eyes were blurred and he yawned. He looked down at Wei An who was working, greeted him casually, and started working on his own.

Seeing this, Wei An was completely relieved.

What to do, pull the bellows, repeatedly fold and forge rough iron, it looks the same as usual.

After working all morning, Wei An didn't feel any fatigue, he was still alive and well with plenty of energy.

Blink of an eye to the afternoon.

Wei An first assigned Zhang Mingzhu homework and asked her to practice calligraphy alone. Then he sat down at the desk, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write and draw.

The written content and the action pictures of the characters depicted are exactly the Hunyuan Pile of Gongfa.

Wei An had already thought about it.

Since there is no place selling exercises locally, he wrote them himself.

The paper and the ink cost him nothing, only his time and effort.

"With skills and money, we can continue to imitate." Wei An became more and more excited as he thought about it, and wrote quickly.

In a flash it was three days later.

Wei An is worthy of being a calligraphy master, he writes quickly, and quickly wrote the full text of the Hunyuan pile exercise, page after page, with both pictures and texts.

Immediately afterwards, he cut out a piece of red paper, made a cover, and bound it into a book with needle and thread.

"You're done!"

Wei An let out a foul breath, looked at the exercise book in his hand, and showed a satisfied smile.

With the foundation of a calligraphy master, the exercise books he made will naturally not be far behind.

At noon this day, while having lunch, Wei An sat across from another clerk. The other guy was called Lao Lu. The exact name was unclear, and he was also an old craftsman in the blacksmith shop.

Lao Lu has two sons. The eldest son learned blacksmithing from him. He has already become a skilled worker and works in the blacksmith shop.

The youngest son is stubborn by nature, he doesn't like to be a blacksmith, but he likes to practice martial arts, and he always clamors to go to the rivers and lakes.

Old Lu had nothing to do with him, so he sent his youngest son to Wan Yunhe to learn martial arts, and he has practiced for more than a year and a half.

"Uncle Lu, there is something I want to discuss with you." Wei An said with a smile on his face.

When Lao Lu heard this, his heart suddenly became vigilant, and he shouted: "Wei An, you are young, don't learn badly, I have no money to lend you."

Wei An was speechless, waved his hands and said, "I'm not asking you to borrow money."

Lao Lu breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled, nodded and said, "It's easy to talk about not borrowing money, what's the matter?"

Wei An lowered his voice and said, "Last time when I went to Wan Yunhe's house, I saw many children practicing martial arts, but they didn't have the secrets of exercises, so I thought, maybe I can copy some secrets of exercises and sell them to them. .”

As he said, Wei An took out the Hunyuan pile from his arms, "This is the secret book of exercises taught by Wan Yunhe, and I can keep copying it. The problem is, it's not convenient for me to sell it."

Lao Lu understood, and said, "You want my little son to sell books for you?"

Wei An nodded and said, "Wan Yunhe should have no problem with selling your youngest son, but if I were an outsider, Wan Yunhe would definitely not be happy."

Old Lu thought about it too, and asked tentatively, "How much do you want to sell?"

Wei An said in succession: "A secret book of exercises can sell at least 20 low-grade rough stones."

Hearing this, Lao Lu immediately shook his head and said, "If it's too expensive, they might not be willing to waste so much money."

"Then sell it for 10 yuan!"

"10 yuan is also expensive. You are using straw paper, and the cost price is 3 yuan. I suggest selling it at the highest price of 5 yuan."

"Okay, listen to you!"

"Wait, how to divide the account?"

"How about I give you a commission of 1 yuan for every copy sold?"

"……it is good!"

The two settled down quickly.

When he got home at night, Lao Lu called his youngest son over and taught him how to sell the secrets of exercises.

(End of this chapter)