Early morning came unexpectedly, the morning light was burning and the breeze was cooling. In this charming morning, the wealthy man's mansion was like a fat man slowly waking up.
Led by Chunlan, the four beautiful maids arrived at the door of Master Bao's study carrying basins, breakfast, tea and the mallet as usual.
"Hey, I don't know what's going on lately. The young master always spends the night in the study. He couldn't pull him in with two cows before." Xia Zhu muttered.
Chunlan said with a smile: "Our young master is called a prodigal son who can never change his fortune. Didn't he say last night that he wanted to study some boxing?"
"I really don't remember it. It's the Iron Sand Fist formula. I found that boxing formula for the young master from the toilet." Dongmei was suspected of showing off her skills.
"It's better to stop nagging. Our current task is to wait for the young master to get up early." Qiu Mei whispered.
At this time, the door of the study room opened with a creak, and a stretched Fu Shubao walked out of the study room. He glanced at Chaoyang with half-squinted eyes, and then said: "You guys are chewing on this young master's food again."
Tongue?"
Plop. 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: "I dare not..."
Fu Shubao suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "What are you doing? I don't mean to blame you. Get up. If you don't get up, I will be angry."
"Thank you, Master." The four maids said together again, crispy and tender, with a unique and charming taste in this charming morning scene.
"Where is my master?" Fu Shubao asked casually after looking around.
Chunlan responded: "The young master's master left early in the morning."
"He went out early in the morning?" Fu Shubao said with some surprise: "He is not the kind of hard-working person? Didn't he say what he was going out for?"
Chunlan responded: "The young master's master didn't say what he was going out for, but there have been a few beautiful women wandering around the mansion these two days. I'm afraid he went to hook up with her."
"Yes," Xia Zhu suddenly said crisply: "Yesterday evening, I saw Master Ali walking behind a beautiful woman for a long distance. When he came to the corner, he suddenly quickened his pace and bumped into her."
"It's true... a dog can't change its habit of eating shit!" Fu Shubao sighed and was too lazy to care about such things. He said instead: "Go and hang the boxing rules I compiled last night in the practice room. Just put them in the practice room."
That animal skin scroll on the desk."
Dongmei responded obediently, went into the study and took out the animal skin scroll Fu Shubao had mentioned. However, as soon as she stepped out of the study, a white figure suddenly fell from the sky, and she had not even reacted.
By that time, the man who descended from the sky had already snatched the animal skin scroll from her hand.
With snow-white elegant clothes, a beautiful mustache, sleek hair, and a faint scent of pollen, only Master Bao's client, Master, could appear so coquettishly.
With a flick of his hand, the animal skin boxing book about two feet square unfolded. When he held it and took a look, Ali was stunned on the spot. After a while, he said: "Boy, you have been busy in the study all night and you have done something like this."
A broken thing?"
In one night, Fu Shubao reduced the original content of about 3,000 words into five sentences.
Iron sand basic training: Use your hands like a shovel, move left, right, up and down, and focus on the sand until it becomes strong and hot.
Charging fist: The tiger is in a deep hole, gathers the intention and comes out, roars to boost the momentum, and a thousand troops can't stop it.
Smashing Fist: High-altitude wind and thunder, release down, body and arms unite, and split the mountain when encountering it.
Sweeping fist: The point is set as a nail, and the fist moves horizontally without returning, and the wind sweeps away the sand and gravel.
Blocking style: The body is like a still lake, moving when stones come and stopping when stones pass by, observing people at ease.
In addition to these five mantras, he also included four boxing pictures, which just corresponded to the four moves of the Iron Sand Fist he compiled. However, those were not boxing pictures drawn based on imagination, but based on the power he created.
Each of the boxing diagrams drawn from the source of the heart method has a route for power transmission. It seems simple, but it is actually extremely complicated. In addition, he also borrowed from no less than ten of these five mantras and four boxing diagrams.
The essence of this fighting skill can be said to be the improved Iron Sand Fist recipe that was carefully condensed by combining the strengths of many experts. However, Ali only took a cursory glance and rejected his overnight results.
"Boy, why don't you speak?"
"I'm too lazy to tell you." Fu Shubao snatched the iron sand boxing manual back from Ali's hand.
"Do you think you can develop real skills with these general boxing formulas and these bullshit boxing pictures? I tell you, you'd better give up and let your master guide you in fighting.
Skills, I guarantee you... Hey! You kid, you ran away before I even 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. He didn't agree with each other, and he didn't talk to each other for more than a few words. Instead of talking about his fighting skills with a lustful middle-aged uncle,
Short, then it is better to start training in Iron Sand Fist as early as possible.
"I'm so pissed off, kid. If you can do anything with that broken boxing manual, I'll kowtow to you and call you master! What kind of attitude do you have?" the uncle playing the fan roared angrily, flicking the fan away.
When they did, the four maids screamed softly and ran away with red faces.
Ali stood numbly for a while, looking at the direction Fu Shubao was leaving. Suddenly, Ali's heart moved. He jumped up to the ridge of the roof and sneaked over without making a sound.
In the practice room, Fu Shubao hung the Iron Sand Fist manual on the front wall and returned to the side of the big iron pot. He spread his legs slightly and squatted down, standing in a horse stance, then waved his palms and moved into the iron pot.
The iron sand was inserted into it.
The young master has had thin skin and tender flesh for more than ten years. Although he has worked hard to cultivate his strength and physical fitness recently, there is not even a callus on his hands. When this palm is inserted, a heartbreaking pain suddenly spreads.
Coming up, Fu Shubao hurriedly took out his palm, only to see that the white and tender skin had been broken in several places, and rough iron sand was still stuck to the wound, making it increasingly painful.
Looking blankly at the skinned palms, Fu Shubao's heart suddenly trembled, "If I can't endure this little bit of hard work, how can I survive in this world where power dominates everything? I'll fight!"
Waving his hand, Fu Shubao thrust his palm into the iron sand again. Although the heartbreaking pain was still there, but this time he was mentally prepared, and the pain was actually suppressed by his force. Immediately,
The third palm, the fourth palm...
Click, click, click...
He couldn't remember how many palms he had inserted. Fu Shubao's hands had turned from pain to numbness. Those thin-skinned and tender palms were already covered in blood, but they were just like other people's palms. He didn't feel any distress at all.
"Hands like shovels, left and right, up and down, focus on the sand, the strongest and hot... left and right, up and down..." Practicing in the sand almost crazily, this mantra suddenly appeared in Fu Shubao's mind. This mantra is still familiar.
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 his hand into the iron sand.
There was no sound or any 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 then straighten instinctively the moment after landing. The cushioning force of the legs bending and extending will eliminate the impact force from the earth and the gravity of the fall.
...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.
and then quickly straighten it when it comes into contact with the iron sand. This can not only reduce the damage to the iron sand opponent, but also play a training 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...
After uncovering a roof tile, Ali just had a panoramic view of the scene in the practice room. Just when he saw clearly what Fu Shubao was doing and how crazy he was, his mouth opened slightly and could no longer be closed.
Close. At this moment, Fu Shubao seemed to be a different person in his eyes, and his fierceness made his heart tremble uncontrollably. I am afraid that even a battle-hardened warrior can only do this.
?
"Asshole! You are working so hard to practice a piece of rubbish Iron Sand Fist worth only two or three copper coins. If you, kid, use one tenth of the ferocity and determination you put into practicing Iron Sand Fist on the fighting tips I gave you by contacting Master, then what will happen?
Isn’t it a powerful combination?” With a sigh, Ali suddenly thought of something, “Could it be that...as the four little girls said in the movie, this kid is really crazy?”
Fu Shubao had no idea that there was a pair of eyes watching him on the roof of the training room, nor did he know what strange questions the middle-aged uncle was thinking about at the moment. There was only one thing in his mind, and that was to practice boxing, practice
Boxing, practice boxing!
Using palms in the sand not only trains the strength of the palms, but also the speed and accuracy of the shot. Slowly, Fu Shubao also tried to apply his pitiful little strength to the practice of palms in the sand.
As a result, the pain in his palms was reduced again, and his true power became more and more proficient.