Fallen Genius

The morning came unexpectedly, the morning sun was burning, and the breeze was cool.In this charming morning, the mansion of Master Duoqian's family slowly woke up like a fat man with a bloated figure.

Led by Chunlan, the four beautiful maids arrived at the door of Master Bao's study with basins, breakfast, green tea and Yuxian mallet as usual.

"Hey, I don't know what's going on recently, the young master always spends the night in the study, he couldn't pull it in with two cows before." Xia Zhu muttered.

Chunlan smiled and said: "Our young master is called a prodigal son, he will not change his money, didn't he say last evening, what kind of boxing is he going to study?"

"I really don't remember it. It's the iron sand boxing score. I found that boxing score for the young master from the toilet." Dongmei was suspected of showing meritorious service.

"It's better not to chatter, our current job is to wait for the young master to get up early." Qiumei whispered.

At this time, the door of the study room opened with a creak, and Fu Shubao, who was stretching his waist, came out of the study room, squinted his eyes and glanced at Chaoyang, and then said: "You guys are chewing on the young master's again." Tongue?"

thump.As soon as Fu Shubao finished his joke, the four maids knelt down in front of him at the same time, and said in unison: "Slaves dare not..."

Fu Shubao smiled wryly and said, "What are you doing? I don't mean to blame you, you all get up, I'll be angry if you don't get up."

"Thank you, young master." The four maids spoke together again, crisp and tender, with a charming taste in this charming morning scene.

"Where's my master?" Fu Shubao asked casually after looking around.

Chunlan responded, "Master's master left early in the morning."

"Goed out early in the morning?" Fu Shubao said in a little astonishment, "Isn't he the kind of hardworking person? Didn't he say what he was doing when he went out?"

Chunlan replied: "Young master's master didn't say what he was doing, but these two days there are always a few beautiful women hanging around the mansion, he's probably going to hook up."

"Yes," Xia Zhu said suddenly and crisply: "Yesterday evening, I saw Master Ali walking behind a beautiful woman for a long way, and suddenly quickened his pace at the corner, bumping into her."

"It's really... dogs can't change eating shit!" Fu Shubao sighed, and he didn't bother to care about such things, and said again: "Go and hang the boxing scores I sorted out last night in the practice room. That animal skin scroll on the desk."

Dongmei obediently responded, went into the study and took out the animal skin scroll that Fu Shubao had mentioned.However, as soon as she stepped out of the study, a white figure suddenly descended from the sky. Before she could react, the man who descended from the sky snatched the animal skin scroll from her hand.

Snow-white elegant dress, beautiful mustache, glossy hair, and a faint scent of pollen on her body, only Master Bao's prostitute master can appear so coquettishly.

With a flick of his hand, the animal-skin boxing score about two feet square unfolded, and when he held it in his hands, Ali froze on the spot, and said for a while, "Boy, you worked all night in the study to make such a A broken thing?"

In one night, Fu Shubao condensed the original content of about [-] words into five formulas.

Base training with iron sand: Hands are like shovels, left and right, up and down, focus on the sand, from strong to hot.

Punching Fist: The deep hole in the tiger's plate, come out with concentrated intentions, roar to boost momentum, and no army can stop it.

Smashing Fist: The wind and thunder in the sky blow down, the body and arms are united, and the mountain is smashed.

Sweeping Fist: Standing on the nail, the fist goes horizontally, never returning, the wind sweeps away the sand and gravel.

Blocking style: the body is like a still lake, rocks come and move, stones pass and stop, and watch people freely.

In addition to these five formulas, he also added four boxing pictures, which corresponded to the four moves of Iron Sand Fist that he sorted out.However, that is not a boxing picture drawn by imagination, but a boxing picture drawn according to the source of power he created. There is a power transmission route on each boxing picture, which seems simple. But it's really complicated.In addition, he also borrowed the essence of no less than ten fighting skills in these five formulas and four boxing diagrams.However, Ali just took a cursory glance and denied his overnight achievements.

"Boy, why don't you talk?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you." Fu Shubao snatched back the iron sand boxing score in Ali's hand.

"Don't you think you can develop your real skills with these few general boxing formulas of yours and these shitty boxing pictures? Let me tell you, you'd better give it up and let your teacher guide your fighting Skills, I guarantee you... Hey! You kid, you slipped away before you finished speaking as a teacher, what's your attitude?"

Holding a bowl of porridge and chewing medium-rare beef, Fu Shubao had already come a long way.If the way is different, don't conspire with each other, and don't speculate in half a sentence.Instead of arguing about the pros and cons of fighting skills with a lecherous middle-aged uncle, it is better to enter the training of Iron Sand Fist early.

"I'm so mad, boy, if you can practice something with that broken boxing score, I will kowtow to you and call you master! What's your attitude?" the uncle who was playing the fan roared angrily, and slammed the fan away. The four maids let out a soft cry and ran away blushing.

Standing numbly for a while, looking at the direction Fu Shubao was leaving, Ali suddenly had a heart move, jumped onto the roof, and sneaked over without a sound.

In the practice room, Fu Shubao hung the iron sand boxing score on the front wall and returned to the side of the big iron pot.The legs were separated and squatted down, and after standing in a horse stance, he waved his palm and inserted it into the iron sand in the iron pot.

The young master has been thin-skinned and tender-skinned for more than ten years. Although he has cultivated his strength and physical fitness hard recently, there is not even a callus on his hands. When he inserted his palm, a piercing pain spread immediately. come up.Fu Shubao hurriedly pulled out his palm, but saw that the white and tender skin had been broken in several places, and the wound was still covered with rough iron sand, making it more and more painful.

Looking blankly at the broken palm, Fu Shubao's heart suddenly swayed, "If I can't even endure this bit of hard work, how can I survive in this world where power dominates everything? Fight!"

Waving his hand, Fu Shubao thrust his palm into the iron sand again.The excruciating pain still existed, but this time he had prepared himself mentally, and the pain was actually suppressed by his ruthless strength.Immediately, the third palm, the fourth palm...

Click, click, click...

He couldn't remember how many palms had been inserted, but Fu Shubao's hands had turned from pain to numbness, and those skinny and tender palms were already bloody, but they were like other people's palms, and he didn't feel any pain.

"Hands are like shovels, left and right, up and down, in the sand, strong to hot... left and right, up and down..." Fu Shubao was frantically practicing in the sand, and this formula suddenly appeared in Fu Shubao's mind. He sorted it out with his hands, how could he forget it?

Thinking of this, Fu Shubao suddenly understood something in his heart, and immediately inserted a palm into the iron sand.

Without any sound or pain, Ma Tie's palms were completely inserted into the iron sand.

"When a person jumps from a high place to the ground, his legs will instinctively bend up, and the moment they hit the ground, they will instinctively straighten again, and the impact force from the ground and the gravity of the fall will be eliminated by the buffer force of the bending and stretching of the legs. ... My palms are inserted into the hard iron sand. Although they are two completely different things, the principle is the same. My fingers should be bent into a small ball in the air and inserted into the iron sand with a little force In the middle, and then straighten it quickly when it comes into contact with the iron sand, which can not only reduce the damage of the iron sand to the opponent, but also play a role in strengthening the strength of the palm, yes, that's it!" Fu Shubao really understood, The movements of the hands are also faster.

Click, click, click...

Uncovering a piece of roof tiles, Ali happened to have a panoramic view of the scene in the practice room, and just when he saw clearly what Fu Shubao was doing and how crazy he was, his mouth opened slightly and could no longer close. Closed.At this moment, Fu Shubao seemed to be a different person in his eyes, and that ruthlessness made his heart tremble uncontrollably. I'm afraid, even a battle-tested warrior is nothing more than that?

"Bastard! It's so hard to practice a rubbish iron sand boxing that is only worth two or three copper coins. If you use one-tenth of the ruthlessness and determination of practicing iron sand boxing on the fighting secrets that I gave you when you contact the master, then Isn’t it a combination of strong and strong!” With a sigh, Ali suddenly thought of something, “Could it be... just like what those four little girls said in the video, this kid is really crazy?”

Fu Shubao didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching him from the roof of the practice room, and he didn't know what strange question the middle-aged uncle was thinking about at the moment. He only had one thing in mind, and that was practicing boxing, Boxing, practice boxing!

Inserting the sand with the palm not only trains the strength of the palm, but also the speed and accuracy of the hand.Slowly, Fu Shubao also tried to apply his pitiful little real power to the practice of inserting his palms into the sand. As a result, the pain in his palms decreased again, and his real power became more and more proficient.

Click, click, click...

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