The great dream of the heavens begins with Lin Pingzhi!

Chapter 1 Dajiang Gang!
Donghua Continent, Qingling Territory, Daxuan Dynasty.

Luzhou, Yuanjiang County, Anqing County.

Outer city district, south of the city, Dajiang Gang’s Qinglong Hall, martial arts training ground in the front yard.

Early in the morning, the sun rises.

A group of teenagers in green clothes lined up neatly in the middle of the yard.

A middle-aged man in a yellow robe swept his eyes over the crowd and said loudly, "I am Li Zhong, the manager of the Qinglong Hall. You have all worked at the docks for three months and passed the hall's preliminary test. Therefore, the hall master has decided to give you a chance and teach you the White Ape Body Strengthening Fist!"

Then, the manager Li Zhong began to teach body-building boxing techniques.

The path of martial arts begins with strengthening the body, and there are ten levels in total, including external training of muscles, bones, skin and flesh, internal training of internal organs, cleansing of marrow, changing of blood and condensation of qi, and finally forging a martial arts body!
The White Ape Body-Building Fist has a total of thirty-six moves that can strengthen the muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and can be practiced to the fourth level of the Body-Building Realm.

Li Zhong taught it twice, then said, "You have three months to practice the Body Strengthening Fist. If you can reach the first level of the Body Strengthening Realm and lift a 200-jin stone lock with one arm, you can become a formal disciple of our gang!"

When everyone heard this, they were all excited and yearning in their hearts.

Most of them were ordinary people, or even refugees, who could only earn three or four hundred copper coins at most for a month of hard labor at the docks.

This year, several counties near Yuanjiang County suffered from severe drought, and there was no harvest. There were many victims, some of whom were cheap workers, so the income of the dock laborers naturally decreased.

If one could become a formal disciple of the Dajiang Gang, his monthly income could reach 2 taels of silver, which is more than copper coins, which would naturally be something that people would be attracted to.

At this time, among the crowd, a handsome young man of fifteen or sixteen was also practicing boxing attentively.

The young man was named Chu Feng, a time traveler from Blue Star. His father in this life was a hunter, and his mother was frugal and managed the household, so they could barely make ends meet and even attend a private school.

But when he was eight years old, his father Chu Xiong went hunting in the mountains and disappeared. Only the lost bow and arrow were found. The living conditions of the Chu family took a sharp turn for the worse.

Mother Du had to support Chu Feng and his younger brother Chu Jiang alone. The burden was too much for her to bear and gradually broke down her body. She became ill from overwork and is now bedridden, unable to work.

Therefore, he started working for others to make a living at the age of eleven, occasionally writing letters for others and shouldering the burden of the family.

Unfortunately, there was a severe drought in several counties of Luzhou this year, so there was less letter writing work, and the wages in Anqing County fell sharply because the workers were too greedy.

In order to get a job at the dock and to survive, Chu Feng made an agreement with the manager Li Zhong that half of his income would be given to Manager Li.

Therefore, the income from his work at the dock was barely enough to support his family, and he had to go hungry every other day.

Only by becoming a formal disciple of the Dajiang Gang can one escape this tragic fate at the bottom of the society!
In addition, according to his inquiries, martial arts are flourishing in this world, there are many sects and gangs in the world, and there are countless powerful people.

A martial arts expert can fight against thousands of troops, and it is easy to take the head of a general in an army of 100,000!
In this world where martial arts are supreme, power is like floating clouds, and only martial arts are the real and true power!

Therefore, Chu Feng would never miss this only opportunity to learn martial arts!

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Half an hour later, Chu Feng was sweating profusely and stopped practicing.

His talent was obviously just average, and he could only barely remember the 36-style White Ape Body-Building Fist.

Without cheat codes like attribute panels, he didn't know whether his practice was standard or what his progress was.

Practicing body-building boxing is very energy-consuming, and his health is not good, so he can hardly continue practicing and can only watch from the side.

Wait until you have recovered your strength before continuing to practice.

Otherwise, excessive martial arts practice will damage your body.

Many people who practice martial arts are obviously in good health, but die young because they over-train.

……

At noon, the sun is scorching.

Chu Feng and the apprentices who had just started practicing martial arts went to the dining hall to eat. During the three months of training, the gang provided one meal, which was a bit fatty and full.

In the evening, the setting sun is like blood.

Chu Feng left Qinglong Hall exhausted and returned home.

There were few decent pieces of furniture and decorations in the old house, and it was practically bare.

Chu Feng came to the kitchen and saw a little boy about ten years old making a fire and cooking.

The boy's delicate face was covered in black and gray, but when he saw Chu Feng, his bright eyes smiled and said, "Brother, you're back. I'm almost done with dinner. Just wait a moment!"

Chu Feng touched his little head and said with a smile: "Go and have a rest, leave it to me!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Jiang obediently went to the living room.

After burning the fire for a while, Chu Feng opened the lid of the pot, revealing boiled rice mixed with green leaves, which was half porridge and half rice.

He tasted it with a spoon and confirmed that it was cooked. Then he went to the cupboard and took out three cracked old bowls and filled them with porridge.

However, because not enough rice was eaten, the first two bowls were mostly full, and by the third bowl, only half a bowl of porridge was left.

Chu Feng thought about it and distributed some more to ensure that the last two bowls had the same amount, each half a bowl of porridge.

Then he came to the bedroom and heard a few coughs.

A pale-faced woman was lying on the bed.

The woman was Chu Feng's mother, Du Xinlan. She was only thirty-one this year, but her face looked as old as if she was in her forties.

The doctor diagnosed her with tuberculosis. Two years ago, she was still able to do some simple physical work, but now it is difficult for her to do anything. Once she gets tired, she will cough incessantly.

Du Xinlan saw Chu Feng coming in, a smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Feng'er, how about practicing martial arts today?"

"Mom, don't worry, I'm doing fine. Let's go eat first."

Then, Chu Feng helped Du Xinlan to the living room and sat at the old eight-immortal table, and put the largest bowl of porridge over.

Du Xinlan glanced at the bowls of porridge and pushed this one in front of Chu Feng. She brought only half a bowl of porridge to herself and shared some with others. She filled Chu Feng's bowl and added some to Chu Jiang's half bowl before saying, "Mom doesn't have to work and isn't hungry. Feng'er, you need to practice martial arts, so eat more. Jiang'er needs to grow, so eat more too."

"Mom, I'm not hungry!"

Chu Jiang wanted to exchange with Du Xinlan, but was rejected, so he had to lower his head and eat.

Chu Feng also knew that his mother was too stubborn and he couldn't persuade her, so he could only start eating, but his emotions were very complicated.

Before traveling through time, he just couldn't get married, but he had no worries about food and clothing.

After traveling through time, he suffered from hunger every other day and did not even have money to treat his mother's illness.

This damn world, one day, I will trample it under my feet!
After dinner, Chu Feng took a shower and lay down on the bed, ready to sleep.

In addition to maintaining sufficient energy, this is also to reduce consumption.

How can such a small amount of porridge support the energy of martial arts training?

Before I knew it, I entered a dream.

In the endless void filled with fog, Chu Feng saw an ancient bronze mirror emitting bright divine light floating. The mirror surface had many ancient textures, but was full of cracks, as if it was forcibly pieced together.

The next moment, Chu Feng's consciousness was sucked into the ancient bronze mirror.

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