Chapter 22 The black servant asks the adults to loosen the bones
Wang Dalu looked at the boxing book in his hand that he named the 'Heaven-defying Earth-defying Invincible Vajra Fist', and thought to himself that although Li Zhaocai was stupid, his boxing skills were pretty good, so he reluctantly learned from him.
Wait and see for a while.
He walked to Old Man Gui, ordered his servants to prepare tea and snacks, and drank tea with Old Man Gui indifferently, waiting for the black man Li Zhaocai to show up.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that there was a sound at the garden gate.
"Quick, quick, you guys lift these wood and stone instruments and put them there."
The one who walked in now was Li Zhaocai, who was wearing a brand new robe, followed closely by several soldiers from the Deacon's Palace.
They were carrying heavy objects such as wood, stone, ropes, etc.
According to Li Zhaocai's request, these soldiers placed the wood, stone and ropes heavily in the open space in the garden.
Wang Dalu was very curious. He got up and walked there, looking at the wood, stone and ropes and asked.
"What the hell are you doing, you black guy? It took you so long to change your robes and make all these messy things?"
Li Zhaocai showed an innocent look and said with a smile.
"Aren't I looking for equipment for you to exercise your body, sir?"
Li Zhaocai held an object about two meters long with two sides in the shape of a bow in his hand, and said.
"This is something my brother and I have been using to keep our bodies healthy since we were young. As this is my first time as a martial arts master, of course I can't keep it secret, so I've been busy these two days letting the craftsmen build it for your use."
Wang Dalu looked at the object, which always felt like a torture instrument used on prisoners in a prison, and asked.
"Is the master who taught you Li Zhaocai the prison chief in the yamen? Why did you think of using this kind of thing to torture your body?"
"This is too confusing!"
Li Zhaocai ignored Wang Dalu's sarcasm.
"Sir, please don't look at this object as ordinary. I always feel that learning martial arts requires the use of something exquisite and gorgeous."
"I would say that the most important thing in martial arts is to lay a solid foundation for oneself, and how to lay a solid foundation requires help from these basic equipment."
"Don't think I'm down and out in Heifeng Village. I used to be a young master from an aristocratic family, and then I fell into this kind of downfall."
Wang Dalu did not expect that Li Zhaocai and Li Jinbao had such an experience, and was very surprised.
Brothers Li Zhaocai and Li Jinbao were born in a family called Ye Mo, and they were considered a small force at the time.
Everyone in the family practices the wild elixir of the ancient wild beast.
But later, when he was involved in a family dispute, a traitor appeared in the family, causing most of the people to be killed or captured, except for the two brothers who escaped.
"Okay, okay, I'll just learn from you and tell me what to do."
Wang Dalu saw that Li Zhaocai, a tough guy who usually looked tall and thick, had a ferocious and sad look on his face when he was recounting past events, so he interrupted him and urged him.
At this time, Li Zhaocai uttered a basic oral formula for luck and asked Wang Dalu to act according to the oral formula.
"Qi flows through the Dantian, the waist and horse become one, the hands form fists, the breath remains true, and the embrace returns to unity..."
This was the basic oral technique for entry into martial arts. Wang Dalu had been taught by the master hired by his father before, so he immediately reacted and stopped on the spot.
Li Zhaocai stood nearby and gave instructions sternly.
"The fist must be hard, so that it feels good to hit. The waist must be straight, so that the waist and kidneys are good. The buttocks must be straight, so that you can do things for a long time. The steps must be steady, so that you can walk well at night."
Wang Dalu said in anger after hearing these strange words.
"When I say Li Zhaocai, are you talking about martial arts formulas? My previous master never taught me this way."
At some point, Li Zhaocai had a four-foot cane in his hand and hit Wang Dalu's pouted butt hard.
"Sir, I am your master now. You must respect me. What I say is the most important truth in life. You will need it sooner or later."
Li Zhaocai smiled and felt very proud. He had long wanted to deal with this Yameni from Wolong City. Ever since he was captured by Wang Dalu, he had always wanted to avenge the sneak attack that day.
Li Zhaocai was actually a little happy but also a little worried because of the fact that Old Turtle had told him to be Wang Dalu's master.
He had the courage to ask Old Turtle that Wang Dalu was a noble man and was afraid that he might accidentally hurt him, so what should he do?
The old turtle simply replied.
"If a jade is not polished, it will become useless. If a man does not polish it, he will not be brave."
Wang Dalu was very angry, but he couldn't get angry. It was him who wanted to learn martial arts, and no one forced him to do so.
Thinking of the beautiful white figure in my heart that always retains a trace of heart-wrenching pain and imaginative thoughts, I mustered up the courage to say.
"Come on, I want to learn martial arts, I want to become stronger, I won't always be the useless Wolong City Yanei!"
Hearing Wang Dalu's heroic words, Li Zhaocai was stunned for a moment and then said.
"Sir, don't be afraid. I actually forgot to tell you just now. Learning martial arts with me can improve your sleep and appetite, making every day unforgettable for you."
"Seriously? Such a good thing? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
"It's more real than Huang Jing. My lord, you have to believe me. Li Zhaocai's farts in Heifeng Ridge are all interesting."
"Come here, please give our beloved deacon something to do."
After everyone had been working on Wang Dalu for a long time, Wang Dalu discovered that his body was only tied to a wooden stake, and his legs were also tied to a bow-shaped log, so he would not suffer much.
He looked at Li Zhaocai's charcoal face and wondered.
"Is it that simple?"
Li Zhaocai grinned.
"I'm not lying to you. It's very simple, isn't it? It only takes less than half a month to tie it to a wooden stake for three hours a day."
"Okay, I listen to you, but it's boring to be tied here for these three hours."
"No, I'm afraid that you will be bored, so I brought some heavy gifts for you to enjoy."
Wang Dalu thought it was something fun and asked Li Zhaocai to take it out and show it to him.
"Pah! Pah!"
As Li Zhaocai clapped his hands, two soldiers appeared outside the garden gate carrying a box that was ten feet long and placed it in front of Wang Dalu.
Seeing Li Zhaocai take out a square heavy iron block from the box, Wang Dalu looked at the horizontal bar tied to his waist and instantly understood Li Zhaocai's intention and shouted.
"Li Zhaocai, what are you going to do, you bastard? I won't do anything like this."
Li Zhaocai walked up behind Wang Dalu and pushed down the standing wooden stake a few inches. Regardless of Wang Dalu's resentment, he hung the 200 kilograms of iron stone firmly on the side of Wang Dalu's waist.
Li Zhaocai ordered the soldiers beside him to bring another iron block of equal weight and place it on the other side of Wang Dalu's waist.
The soldier was a veteran of Wolong City Mansion and was very afraid of Wang Dalu. He held the iron block in his hand and hesitated to put it down. He glanced at Wang Dalu, who was complaining, and seemed to want to say something to Li Zhaocai.
"I..."
Li Zhaocai looked at the hesitant soldier and joked.
"What's wrong? Don't you think the iron block is not heavy enough? You need to make it heavier!"
Finally, two pieces of iron weighing a total of 400 kilograms fell on Wang Dalu's body.
At this moment, Wang Dalu felt an unprecedented pain and sorrow running through his body, and within a moment there were beads of sweat falling on his face.
He wanted to give up, wanted to ignore the mocking black face in front of him, and wanted to be the yamen of his Wolong City in peace.
"Sir, I would like to ask you to loosen your bones out of kindness. If you are not satisfied, I'll just let it go. I won't loosen them in the future."
Li Zhaocai's words made Wang Dalu understand that this black guy was clearly torturing him and watching his jokes. There was no need for him to be familiar with him and continue to consume him with him.
Wang Dalu gathered up his courage and was about to ask Li Zhaocai to untie him when he heard the voice of Old Man Turtle.
"My king, your boots look so beautiful today!"
As these words rang in his ears, Wang Dalu's floating thoughts disappeared without a trace in an instant. His eyes were bloodshot, his blood surged, and he remained motionless.
Li Zhaocai waited for a long time but did not see Wang Dalu surrendering and groaning, secretly feeling strange.
When his black bull eyes met Wang Dalu's blood-red eyes full of anger, he let out a sigh.
The Wang Dalu in front of him seemed to have transformed from a playboy into a cold stranger in an instant.
What made Wang Dalu, a heartless young man who refused to endure hardship, turn into a stubborn family member who gritted his teeth and struggled to support himself? Li Zhaocai was puzzled.
He saw the old turtle who was drinking tea and closing his eyes in the distance, nodding repeatedly, as if praising Wang Dalu's perseverance, and thought to himself.
"It turns out that adults are people with stories just like me!"
Boom! A thunderbolt from the blue.
The cold and biting mountain wind came in bursts, and the drizzle fell in the wind.
This kind of windy and rainy weather often occurs in Nanshan.