Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

30 - Skin training
"Skin training depends on the power of the medicine. At the same time, you must be able to endure pain and endure hardships in order to stimulate the medicine and strengthen the skin."

Yuan Cheng told Zhao Lin this way, and the fact is the same.

The hot iron sand was slapped with the palm of the hand, and the iron sand bag beat the whole body. The process was extremely painful.

However, Zhao Lin's physical strength is not what it used to be, coupled with his determination to practice martial arts, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

After only one day of practice, my body became bruised and purple, and many places even peeled off the skin, but new skin and flesh soon appeared on the second day.

After more than ten days, all the skin on his body had been replaced. To his surprise, the new skin was lighter in color.

Especially the palms of his hands were slightly white, not the black and thick hands he imagined that he had practiced iron sand palms.

Zhao Lin grew a few centimeters taller, already close to 1.8 meters, and his strength is still growing slowly and steadily.

Every time after eating, a new white mist will be generated in the grid where Xiong Zhen is located in the spirit beast picture, and the white mist will be released to replenish physical strength and at the same time breed new strength.

Zhao Lin tried it when no one was looking, and he could easily lift the stone urn with two iron locks.

A stone urn is one hundred catties, and an iron lock is two hundred catties, adding up to five hundred catties.

"If I remember correctly, this result has surpassed the world record in the clean and jerk class of the [-]kg class in my previous life, and it has surpassed it by a lot."

Zhao Lin felt that he might have no opponent in the realm of strength alone. As long as he practiced his boxing well, he would not be afraid of any opponent in actual combat.

"Brother, you see that I have free time every day besides skin training, can you teach me boxing?"

Yuan Cheng laughed as soon as he heard it, "Okay, others will die when they start practicing leather. Since you have spare energy, of course there is no problem."

As he spoke, he walked to the open space, made a Liuhe fist gesture, and said: "I will teach you the boxing moves, and you should memorize them by rote first."

"Whenever I say the name of the move casually, you can use it without thinking, and then I will disassemble each move and tell you."

Zhao Lin understands the truth: practice routines first, and then apply them flexibly.

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"Brother, I want to go to the city to sell goods tomorrow, what do you think?"

During dinner that night, brother Zhao Shan mentioned to Zhao Lin what they had discussed before.

It has been a full month since Zhao Shan returned home, so he no longer has to pretend to be sick and can go out for activities.

During this period of time, he kept weaving bamboo strips, and the yard was so full of bamboo baskets and baskets that there was almost nowhere to set his feet.

Zhao Lindao: "Okay, there is a grocery market in the west of the city. I have visited it. It is suitable to set up a stall there."

Now the family only has income, not income. If my elder brother can earn money from this, it will be a small supplement.

The next day, the two brothers came to the grocery market with bamboo products.

Zhao Lin found Master Xu in the market and asked, the booth fee was three Wen per day, and the monthly payment was only fifty Wen.

He directly gave a month's rent, and then set up a stall with his brother and went to Liuhemen to practice martial arts.

In the evening, when Zhao Lin returned to the grocery market, he saw his elder brother sitting in a daze on the empty stall, and said with a smile, "Brother, the business is so good, it's all sold out?"

Zhao Shan showed embarrassment, he hesitated and said: "Business is fine."

Looking at his expression, Zhao Lin knew something was wrong, and asked, "What's the matter? Someone is looking for trouble for you?"

Zhao Shan sighed and told what happened.

It turned out that Zhao Shan's weaving was exquisite and easy to use, and the price was cheap. Seven or eight of them were sold in one morning.

In the afternoon, a group of men in black came to the market, collecting money from stall to stall.

Zhao Shan inquired with the booth next to him and found out that this group of people belonged to the White Horse Gang. To do business here, he had to pay the government and a protection fee for the White Horse Gang.

"How much is the protection fee?"

"It's the same as the booth fee, fifty Wen." The peddler next to him replied.

Once Zhao Shan thought about it, the dozen or so Wen he earned was not enough to pay the protection fee, and he was not willing to pay it, so he left the stall and slipped through the back door of the market when no one from the White Horse Gang came to his side.

When he saw the white horse gang leaving from a distance, he carefully returned to his booth, and found that the things had already been handed over by others.

"You said the gang that collects money is called the White Horse Gang, right?" Zhao Lin asked after listening.

"Yes, I heard it's a big gang."

Zhao Shan looked at his younger brother with some concern, "Don't be hard on them, at worst, you can give them the money tomorrow. I did the math, and I still have something to earn."

Zhao Lin shook his head first, then nodded, "It's okay, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

He had worked at the dock and had a better understanding of the power distribution in the county.

The gangs are concentrated in the east city and the north city, while the west city and the south city belong to the areas where the government and sects are located. The gangs are weak, and only the small gangs who are not well-known will make a living here.

Of course, even a small gang cannot be dealt with by himself.

But he is now an apprentice of Liuhemen, and he can still do things like pulling the tiger's skin and pulling the banner.

Although Yuan Chengcheng had warned him when he entered the door, not to cause trouble outside, and the sect would not intervene if something happened, but this practice uniform itself represented the identity of Liuhemen.

If the other party doesn't accept this trick, then retreat tactically for the time being...

Liuhemen rests one day every five days, and the next day happens to be off for a bath. Zhao Lin accompanied his brother to the grocery market again.

He didn't do anything, just waited in front of the booth for the members of the White Horse Gang to appear.

At noon, there was a flutter of chaos in the market, and a lean man with a goatee came in leading a group of men in black.

"Master Chen, I didn't sell the stall the day before yesterday, and I will give you this month's protection fee..."

Goatee with his hands behind his back, walked past each booth like a walk, and everyone who missed the protection fee before made it up one by one with a smiling face.

"Excuse me, is this a student of Liuhemen?"

Goatee had seen Zhao Lin early in the morning, and pretended not to see him, and asked in surprise when he came to the booth.

Zhao Lin said calmly: "It's not high enough to be considered a high student, but he is indeed practicing martial arts at Liuhemen."

"Then who is this?" Goatee glanced at Zhao Shan.

"It's my brother. I set up a stall here the day before yesterday. I didn't have the money to pay the protection fee, so everything was taken away." Zhao Lin said in a deep voice.

"Is there such a thing?"

The goatee looked "annoyed" at his left and right subordinates, and asked, "Have you taken away the things?"

The subordinates looked at each other, and one of them said: "We saw someone selling things at this stall from a distance, but when we came, he was gone, so we took the things away."

"Bastard! How can you do such a thing and not return the things?" Goatee said angrily.

"Everything...is divided." The subordinate said just now.

"Oh, what should I do?" Goatee said to Zhao Lin apologetically.

"Yeah, what should I do?"

Zhao Lin kicked the ball back calmly.

It's not that he feels sorry for that thing, but these gangsters are the most snobbish, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and they must be tough to make them fear, otherwise they will be beaten with sticks.

"The subordinates have no sense of proportion, how about compensation according to the price?" Goatee immediately offered a compensation plan.

"No need, a few bamboo baskets are not worth much." Zhao Shan interjected.

Goatee acted as if he hadn't heard it, and took out a bunch of copper coins from his bosom, "A little heart, please accept it."

Zhao Lin gave his brother a wink, and Zhao Shan bravely accepted it.

　I wish you all a Happy New Year.

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