"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? It's not a short distance from there to Lanzhou. I see your shoes are almost worn out. Did you just walk here?"

"Um."

"What's going on? Is there something unexpected at home?"

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

"How pitiful...how old are you this year?"

"Nineteen years old."

"What's your name?"

"Chen Sheng Wu Guang's Chen, Sheng under the great reputation, Chen Sheng."

"You know a lot. Have you ever attended a private school?"

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

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

"Three days."

“Don’t you have any money on you?”

"Not even a copper coin."

"Stop lying down and 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 would like to ask, what year is it now?"

"You don't even know the year?"

"I don't know. I come from a remote rural area and I don't even know a few words."

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

"The fourteenth year of the Republic of China? Damn! 1920? Is this world "Fist of Fury" or "Shanghai Beach"?"

"What's going on?"

"No, it's nothing."

…

"There's a roar."

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

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

!”

"The bones are not bad. Chen Sheng, you have no friends and no place to go. Why don't you stay and learn Kung Fu from me?"

"Kung Fu, what Kung Fu?"

"Look at my hands."

"It's weird. You are a big man, but your hands are so white and tender. It's incredible."

"Have you never seen it before? I practice Iron Sand Palm."

"Isn't Iron Palm just the way to get around? Their hands seem thick and thick, almost like bricks."

"Hey, theirs is self-mutilation, mine is called kung fu, and it is the real secret that is not taught. Do you want to learn it?"

"Want to learn!"

"Okay, do you see the portrait on the altar table?"

"Saw it."

"Go over and kowtow, three times."

"Dongdongdong...Master, who is this?"

"He was a martial arts champion in the Ming Dynasty. His surname was Zhou, and his nickname was Shangjun, Xiashan, Zhou Junshan. Zhou Junshan was the originator of our 'Zhou style' iron sand palm. With a snap of his fingers in six hundred years, iron sand palm was passed down to me.

I have nineteen generations on my hands, and you are the twentieth."

"oh."

"When you enter my door, you become the 'Zhou family'. From now on, you must behave uprightly, sit uprightly, and are not allowed to bully the weak. You are not allowed to teach martial arts to others unless allowed to do so. Otherwise, even if you chase them to the end of the world, you will not be able to become a teacher."

I need to get your stuff back."

"Yes. Master, how long does it take to practice our iron sand palm?"

"At least five years. A small success in five years and a big success in ten years."

"How powerful will it be after it is completed?"

"Let's put it this way, you beat someone to death, and it can't be seen on the surface at all. 'The outer skin is intact, but the internal organs are all broken'!"

"It's amazing."

"Haha, of course, the real inheritance must be the real inheritance, how can it be compared with ordinary fake tricks?"

"Master, is such a hard yet soft blow effect generated by internal force?"

"Internal force? What is internal force?"

"There is a warm current in the Dantian. When it is mobilized, your power can explode instantly, and then increase to ten times or more than twenty times."

"Warm currents are stored in the Dantian? I have traveled all over the country and have lived for more than fifty years, and I have never heard of such ridiculous things!"

"Then, where does our strength come from?"

"blood."

"How to say it?"

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

"Understood."

…

"shoot."

"Pop!"

"cut."

"Bah bang bang!"

"print."

"Pah, pah, pah..."

"Stand your feet wide open and relax your shoulders. Your mind will be like a mirror, your ears and eyes will be clear. Rotate your hips and hips, and your energy and blood will flow through the rainbow. You have to find the feeling of 'crackling the whip', and use light force and don't be deliberate."

"Master, iron sand palm, iron sand palm, why don't we make iron sand, but start with sawdust?"

"You are overthinking. Kung fu should be practiced step by step, first with wood chips, then with mung beans, and finally with iron sand. When you have achieved some success, reverse the order, first with iron sand, then with mung beans, and finally with iron sand.

Beat back the sawdust. This is called shallow in and out, the cycle of yin and yang, do you understand?"

"Um."

"Each round of beating should not be too long, preferably ten minutes. After the beating, remember to come over and soak your hands. Wash your hands repeatedly and wash them thoroughly."

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

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

"What is Digupi?"

"It is the root bark of the wolfberry tree. It has the effect of removing steam and cooling blood, removing bone heat and replenishing qi."

"The root of wolfberry? It sounds like it is very good for kidneys. Can people drink it?"

"You can drink it, but it's best not to overdose. This stuff is poisonous and has cold medicinal properties. Drinking too much is bad for the spleen, stomach and heart."

"Um, ahem, 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 school now?"

"You can try it!"

…

"Chen Sheng."

"exist."

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

"How to check?"

"There is a blue brick here. You can show it to my teacher."

"Crack!"

"Good boy, it's been seven months and you can't even break a brick? I'll beat you to death!"

"Master, don't worry, you can take another look."

"Hiss... how is it possible? This blue brick looks intact, but it turns into crumbs when touched? You, in only seven months, you have actually mastered the iron sand palm to this extent?"

"Hey, maybe I am a genius."

"Genius must have a limit. Do you know how long it took to train to this level as a teacher?!"

"how long?"

"Seven years."

"..."

"A monster has appeared in the Zhou family. I don't know whether I'm happy or worried? Your progress is too fast. I can't understand it. Could it be that the ancestors showed up and reincarnated into you?"

"How is that possible? If your disciples learn well, it can only mean that you teach well. As the saying goes, a student is better than a master. You have to believe in your own teaching level."

"I don't believe I'm so capable."

"..."

"Okay, let's put aside the skills and stuff for now. We'll talk about it later. Now, let's do a set of tricks. Are you familiar with all the changes?"

"Proficient."

"You attack, I defend, and you have to use all your strength when attacking."

"oh."

"Crackling... bang, hey baby..."

"Master, why don't you speak?"

"The ancestors have appeared! The ancestors have appeared! Chen Sheng, your understanding and application of palm skills have far surpassed mine. I really can't be your master, so how about we treat each other as brothers?"

"..."

"Junior Brother Chen, I have nothing more to teach you. A good man who has learned martial arts will naturally go out and have a career. I also have a disciple who has settled in Jinmen. You might as well go and join her."

"Master..."

"Call me brother."

"No, no, how about we each discuss it separately? I call you master, and you call me junior brother?"

"Isn't that a mess? You must call me Senior Brother!"

"Okay, senior brother."

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

"Senior brother, how old is your disciple?"

"Twenty-four."

"Have you started a family yet?"

"No, she has high standards and she can't look down on ordinary men."

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

"right."

"What does she look like?"

"How should I put it? This child has been naturally beautiful since she was a child. She has big eyes and white skin. I think she is much prettier than the average female singer."

"Ahem, senior brother, can we discuss something?"

"What's up?"
Chapter completed!