Qingfeng Village.

Tang Dalong brought Ren Zhanbiao to Qingfeng Village and said to him sincerely: "Zhanbiao, from now on, this will be your home. Because you are still young, you can follow me and be regarded as my personal soldier. However, I and I

You said that the cottage has its own rules. You are not allowed to violate them, especially those who are sexually immoral and want to kill. No matter which rule you break, you will be beheaded. Do you remember that?"

"Brother Tang, I've written it down."

"Then repeat it to me." Tang Dalong said.

"Do not commit sexual misconduct or kill recklessly."

"Well, you must remember," Tang Dalong repeatedly warned, "Starting from tomorrow, I will teach you some basic skills. However, let me make it clear to you that we learn Kung Fu for physical fitness and self-defense, not for self-defense.

Fights are fought in order to show off one's strength, not to rob homes, kill people and set fires, do you understand?"

"I understand." Ren Zhanbiao said.

"If one day I find you killing innocent people indiscriminately, I won't be able to spare you even if you run away to the ends of the earth."

"Brother Tang, don't worry, I will never do that kind of thing."

"Well, it is said that only by enduring hardship can one become a master. If you want to practice real kung fu, you have to endure a lot of hardship. Are you afraid of hardship?" Tang Dalong asked.

"No matter how hard it is, I'm not afraid."

"However, the way I teach martial arts may be different from others, and it will be even more painful. You must be mentally prepared," Tang Dalong said. "If you feel it is too painful and can't stand it, you can give up."

"Brother Tang, since I want to learn Kung Fu from you, I will definitely stick to it and never give up."

"Then you wait for me at the canteen of the village at four o'clock tomorrow morning. I have already prepared everything you need to practice there." Tang Dalong said.

"Yes." Ren Zhanbiao was very happy. He didn't expect that Brother Tang was so thoughtful and had prepared all the things for him to practice in advance. He had no idea that Brother Tang had prepared all the things for him.

Nothing, but he had some doubts in his heart. He didn't understand why he wanted to go to the cafeteria, and he didn't dare to ask.

At around four o'clock the next morning, it was already bright. Tang Dalong came to the canteen of the village. There were about a dozen chefs working there. When they saw Tang Dalong coming, they all took the initiative to say hello to him. Tang Dalong nodded one by one.

When Tang Dalong saw that Ren Zhanbiao had already arrived, he was very impressed.

"Brother Tang, you are here." Ren Zhanbiao bowed and saluted.

"Well," Tang Dalong looked at him and nodded, "come with me."

Tang Dalong took him to the kitchen behind the canteen. He saw ten large water tanks placed here, only two of them had water in them, and the others were empty.

"Zhan Biao, have you seen that there are ten water tanks here. There are hundreds of people in our village. They eat and drink from the water here. There is not enough water every day. From today on, the water tankers will

The task is left to you. Each water tank can hold ten buckets of water. Ten water tanks means at least one hundred barrels of water every day. I don’t care how many buckets of water are used in the village every day. In short, at night, I have to

I saw that all the water tanks are full. Do you understand?" Tang Dalong said.

"I understand." Ren Zhanbiao said.

"Also, let me tell you, you have to go to the foot of the West Mountain to pick up this water. There is a pavilion there called Jiuweng Pavilion. About a hundred meters to the right of the pavilion there is a well called Dufu Well. Although

It's a bit far from here, but the water in that well is clear and sweet, and everyone likes to drink the water from that well, so you should work hard."

"No problem." Ren Zhanbiao said.

"Very good!" Tang Dalong said, taking out a pole and two buckets. Ren Zhanbiao took a look and was dumbfounded.

It turns out that this pole is not a bamboo pole, but an iron pole. It is narrow at both ends and wide in the middle. It feels heavy in my hand. Then I look at the two buckets. They are not wooden. They are all made of iron. The walls of the buckets have an inch.

It's so thick that the bottom of the barrel weighs more than ten pounds.

This outfit, not to mention filled with water, the pole alone plus two empty buckets weighs at least fifty or sixty pounds.

"Can you provoke it? The weather is so hot, and the water is carried from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, or the way up the mountain." Tang Dalong said.

"Yes, Brother Tang, don't worry, I promise to complete the task." Ren Zhanbiao said.

"As I say, if you really can't persist, you can give up."

"Without ifs, I will definitely be able to persevere."

"That's good." After Tang Dalong said that, he turned and left.

The chefs all looked on and laughed, thinking that the child was young and weak, so he would not be able to endure this hardship no matter what.

Thirteen-year-old Ren Zhanbiao didn't care about this. He packed up his clothes, picked up the pole and two buckets, and went down the mountain.

Following the direction pointed by Tang Dalong, he found the wine pavilion at the foot of the Western Mountain and the well on the right side of the pavilion. There was an iron frame on the wellhead with a rope wrapped around it.

Ren Zhanbiao fetched two buckets of water. The fruit was indeed crystal clear and sweet in the mouth.

Since he had gained the foundation to carry dung at Qian Guizi's house, Ren Zhanbiao really picked up a load of water and walked slowly up the mountain.

From four o'clock in the morning to the evening, Ren Zhanbiao saw that there were still two tanks of water left to pick up. He was sweating all over, his feet had blisters, his shoulders were red and swollen, and the pain was unbearable. He couldn't even put the pole up, until

Later, every time he picked it up, he gritted his teeth and put the pole up.

Ren Zhanbiao drank the ladle of water, wiped his mouth with his hand, picked up the pole, picked up the bucket, and walked towards the foot of the mountain. He made up his mind to fill ten water jars today.

After picking until midnight, Ren Zhanbiao finally filled all ten water tanks. He was so exhausted that his whole body ached, so he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

At four o'clock the next morning, Tang Dalong came to the kitchen to take a look and nodded with satisfaction.

"Zhanbiao, what do you think? Are you tired?" Tang Dalong asked.

"I'm not tired." Ren Zhanbiao arrived early again.

"If you feel tired, you can take a day off." Tang Dalong said.

"Need not."

Just one breakfast for the brothers at the village used four tanks of water, so Ren Zhanbiao began to go down the mountain to fetch water non-stop.

In short, at night, if he doesn't fill all the water tanks, he won't sleep.

Just like this, day after day, in the blink of an eye, a year passed.

Ren Zhanbiao's steps in carrying water have gone from being difficult at first to walking on flat ground now. He has changed from being heavier than Mount Tai to being as light as a feather. Now he is carrying a load of water on his shoulders, and he doesn't feel anything at all, as if he is.

He is as light as a swallow even though he is not carrying water.

Unconsciously, his leg skills have improved greatly.

"Zhan Biao, from today on, you don't have to carry water anymore. Let's move on to the next step." On this day, Tang Dalong said to Ren Zhanbiao.

"Brother Tang, what is the next step?"

"Peel the rice." Tang Dalong said.

"Peel the rice?" Ren Zhanbiao didn't know what he meant.

"You will understand if you come with me."

Tang Dalong took him to a threshing floor, where there was a large iron pot with half a pot of golden rice in it.

"Zhan Biao, starting from today, we will practice this. Put your hands into the rice in the pot, take it out, and then insert it again." Tang Dalong demonstrated to him and explained, "Use the resistance between the hands and the rice.

And friction, gradually remove the outer skin on the rice."

"Is this okay?"

"As the saying goes, as long as you work hard and grind an iron pestle into a needle, it will work naturally after a long time." Tang Dalong said.

So Ren Zhanbiao came over and gave it a try. However, every time he put his hand into the rice, the outer shell of the rice was very rough and pricked his hand. After a few strokes, the surface of his hand was pierced.

He gritted his teeth and persisted.

By night, his hands were almost unrecognizable.

On the second day, Ren Zhanbiao got up early and continued practicing.

With continuous practice every day, thick calluses grew on the palms and backs of Ren Zhanbiao's hands, and his hands gradually became thicker and more powerful, even more powerful than the legendary iron sand palm. If that punch hit someone

Who can bear it?

One year has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Ren Zhanbiao continued to practice on the threshing floor. Tang Dalong came. I don't know where he collected some red bricks and stacked them on the ground, which meant that he wanted to test Ren Zhanbiao's palm power.

Ren Zhanbiao understood what he meant.

He walked to the bricks, picked up a red brick with his left hand, stood directly in front of him, and hit it with the palm of his right hand. Lian Renzhanbiao did not expect that the brick immediately broke. This happened several times in a row.

Ren Zhanbiao was ecstatic.

A few days later, Tang Dalong carried another long wooden board, which was about four or five inches thick. He also took out a dozen iron nails from his pocket, each of which was about three inches long.

"Zhanbiao, come here." Tang Dalong said.

"Brother Tang, what are you doing?" Ren Zhanbiao came over and asked.

"Try again and see if you can use your fist as a hammer to drive these nails into this wooden board."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, right?" Ren Zhanbiao was unsure, "The nails are made of iron, the hammer is also iron, but this fist is made of flesh. Can this fist replace the hammer?"

"Just give it a try and then talk about it."

So, Ren Zhanbiao took out an iron nail, pointed the pointed end against the board, and pointed the big end upward. He held it with his left hand, raised his right hand, and punched the tail of the iron nail.

What I didn't expect was that all the iron nails were sunk into the board at once, all the way to the end, ten of them in a row.

At this point, Tang Dalong knew that Ren Zhanbiao had mastered the iron sand palm.

After this fight, Tang Dalong taught him some boxing and kicking skills and moves, such as Wing Chun, Huo Jia Quan, Mizong Quan, Shaolin Vajra Palm, Drunken Fist, etc. Since Ren Zhanbiao's basic skills were very solid, it was easy to learn.

, handy.

After studying like this for another year, Ren Zhanbiao's understanding was very high, and before he knew it, he had become a martial arts master.

In the fourth year, Tang Dalong began to teach him how to shoot.
Chapter completed!