"Dad, shouldn't I start with twenty kilograms of iron clothing? How come it's fifty kilograms at the beginning?"
Su Qiulian's upper body was bare and wet, and the sweat flowed along the skin to the hollow iron clothes, seeping into the iron sand, adding a bit of weight. When the iron sand was full of sweat, the rest dripped on the wooden stakes, and he stepped on it.
Moving quickly while holding the wooden stakes increases the risk of slipping.
According to the records in the yellow book, this 'iron-clad plum blossom pile' was not practiced by beginners like him. It was a step in the third stage of practice.
Su Bin was tinkering with something with a stone bowl and seemed not to hear.
Seeing this, Su Qiulian had no choice but to grit his teeth and persist.
However, what Su Qiulian didn't know was that Su Bin's heart was actually not as peaceful as he seemed on the surface.
Initially, Su Bin really planned to start with a 20-pound iron suit, step by step to let Su Qiu adapt to it, and then gradually increase the weight and do plum blossom pile training. But after just a simple test, the result was beyond Su Bin's expectation. His son,
His strength far exceeds that of ordinary adults, his skills are even more vigorous and agile, and his breath is long.
I climbed up the mountain without blushing or out of breath, crossed the single-plank bridge without swaying, jumped among the trees, and swam under the river.
The few tests were actually the methods Su Bin learned from the secret department to select ‘martial arts training materials’. With the participation of the elite sergeants in the mansion, it would take several months of training to achieve results, and they could barely meet the requirements for practicing Xiang Di Kung Fu.
In Su Bin's initial vision, his unconventional son, although he had practiced martial arts for several years, learned a few kung fu, and had his own occasional guidance and corrections, at most, his foundation was more solid than ordinary martial arts, and he was not yet an adult yet.
, The body is not strong, and the strength cannot be strong. There is still a gap between me and an adult. Wearing a twenty-pound iron suit for training is barely enough.
For this reason, Su Bin took out the medicinal materials that had been hidden for many years and prepared to nourish the body with medicinal food, medicinal wine to activate the muscles and collaterals, and medicinal bath to nourish the body...
But in the end, it seems that my son... is of little use!?
Sure enough, when Su Bin put a 50-pound iron suit on Su Qiulian and then performed the 'iron suit plum blossom pile', he found that his son was really talented, and he was a little strange to be outstanding.
Is it because I usually pay too little attention to this brat?
Su Bin couldn't help but reflect.
After reflection, he overturned all previous preparations, skipped the early 'foundation building' stage, and went directly to the real training method of 'tempering the body'.
Practice is the real core of "Xiang Di Gong".
The iron-clad plum-blossom pile is just the simplest task in it.
Starting from this lesson, some secret medicine must be concocted, otherwise, people will be trained to death.
Su Qiulian practiced the iron suit plum blossom pile for another half an hour. She felt that her toes were no longer her own, and her pants were several kilograms heavier. The fifty-pound iron suit collided with her body as she moved, causing the body surface to turn red and bruises visible on her shoulders.
"Dad, are you okay?" Su Qiulian stopped and asked as if he was dying.
Su Bin was tinkering with another medicinal material at this time. Hearing this, he paused with his hands, nodded and said, "That's it. Drink some water and rest for a while."
Su Qiulian was overjoyed and quickly took off his heavy iron clothes and jumped off the wooden stake.
After about a meal, Su Qiulian was bored and scraping the "mud" off his body with his fingers. He was about to tell his father to take a bath when Su Bin said: "Get some rest. Let's start after we've rested."
"Huh? Start with what?"
"Mountain climbing." Su Bin stood up, took a water bag and threw it on Su Qiulian, "Do you still remember the mountain yesterday? Put on the iron clothes, climb up, and then climb down. Once completed, today's homework is over.
"
Su Qiulian immediately burst into tears, and Su Bin struck mercilessly: "Today is just for you to adapt. From tomorrow on, in addition to wearing plum blossoms, climbing mountains, and swimming against the current, you will have to swim against the current."
"But, I still have to work for the gang..." Su Qiulian said.
"From tomorrow on, you don't have to go to Heyang to help. Yesterday, my father asked for personal leave on the grounds that he was terminally ill and was not going to die soon, so he needed you to accompany him on his last journey." Su Bin coughed a few times at the right time.
"Of course, you are still a disciple of the Heyang Gang, but you will not receive your monthly salary during this period."
Su Qiulian opened his mouth slightly, looking a little confused.
"Let's go hiking together."
Su Bin showed a fatherly smile: "It just so happens that Dad may not have moved for a long time."
"Dad, aren't you in poor health...?" Su Qiulian couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
"I know my body best, so relax." Su Bin opened the door and walked out.
Seeing this, Su Qiulian had no choice but to pick up the water bag, put on his iron clothes, and put on a coat to block it, and then chased after him covered in stinking sweat.
…
At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and there were two figures climbing on a steep peak that was rarely visited.
One of them was as strong as an ape. With one grasp and one push, his body climbed up a long distance. The other one was slow and timid. From time to time, gravel and soil fell from his side, which frightened him.
He clung to the mountain wall and did not dare to move.
In a short time, the former had reached the top of the peak and looked into the distance.
And the latter is still crawling slowly in the middle and lower part of the mountain.
Looking at the figure that had disappeared from sight, Su Qiulian was not surprised. Although his father was ill, his abilities were not comparable to those of ordinary people. He thought that his strength was not bad, but compared to his father who was from the 'Secret Ministry'
, it’s still a lot worse.
Perhaps, when he reaches the second level of Xiang Earth Kung Fu, he will be able to catch up with his father.
Su Qiulian was thinking, but his eyes were searching for the concave and convex parts of the mountain.
The reason why he climbed slowly was not because of his own incompetence, but because his body suddenly gained fifty kilograms. Some seemingly stable rock pits may not be able to withstand his current weight.
Putting on the iron suit, he now weighs no less than his father, perhaps even heavier.
The dangerous peak is extremely high, and there are several higher peaks around it. It was originally called Wuzhi Mountain, but now only four fingers are left. The missing Index Finger Mountain is said to have suddenly collapsed one day, and a village
So it was buried, and no one has come here since.
At this time, what Su Qiulian was climbing was Wei Zhi Mountain among the Wuzhi Mountains.
Although Wei Zhi Mountain is the shortest of the four mountains, it is still scary high.
Su Qiu practiced for an hour and finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Not long after, he followed his father down the mountain.
Then go to the river and swim upstream in the rapids.
In water, your body is like being filled with lead. Every move you make is subject to great resistance, making it difficult to move. The physical exertion is much greater than climbing a mountain. You can still stand and rest when climbing a mountain, but in water, you are moving all the time, because if you don't advance, you will retreat.
When the sun turned to the west and was about to disappear on the horizon, the father and son returned to the city.
They bought some vegetables on the street and meat at the butcher stall, and then walked towards home. However, not far from home, they both stopped at the same time and turned to look at the people gathered on the right.
Together, they seemed to be watching some lively group of people.
If it were a normal bustle, neither father nor son would pay attention. At most, they would glance at it from a distance without stopping.