The master's warehouse is not big. About 20 square meters. Inside the warehouse, in addition to piling up some waste bicycle parts, there are some discarded furniture. Among them, there is a huge iron shelf bookcase, which Fang Tianbao and her mother got back on the side of the road last time.

Master Lu likes to read, and there is also a lack of bookshelves in his car repair shop, so Fang Tianbao has long wanted to toss one for him. The frame of the bookshelf is welded with steel plates. The steel plate was four millimeters thick. On the shelves, there are a few books scattered here.

There are two of them, and Fang Tianbao is the most familiar with them. Moreover, those two books are gray. One is "Water Margin", and the other is the old version of "How Steel is Made". These two books, according to Master Lu himself, he has read them five times.

Five times, what is the concept?

"Master, if you brought me here, won't you let me watch "Iron Man" again?"

"Bastard, what do you mean by watching "Iron Man", it's obviously "How Steel is Made".

"Master, your book is rotten like this, who can tell that it is "How Steel is Made"......" Fang Tianbao said this, in fact, it is not an exaggeration. Because, the cover of the book is already rotten. I can only barely see the word "steel".

"If you want to be a qualified Iron Warrior, reading a good book is also a must. However, the master called you today, not to ask you to watch "Iron Man"...... Ah, bah, bah, the master has let you take the gutter......"

"Master, don't you ask me to come and read the book, what do you want me to come and see?"

"Master told you to come and look at the bookshelf...... After finishing speaking, Master Lu suddenly took off his dirty coat. As soon as he threw it away, his coat flew to the hanger two meters away. After taking off his coat, Master Lu only wore a white shortcut.

A deep inhale, so, Master Lu finished the exercise. The hands formed a C shape, slowly closed around, and gradually stretched out.

Suddenly!

Master Lu's fists and feet, like a comet hitting the moon, spread out.

The elephant is invisible, and the loud voice is silent.

Hands, palms, fists, hammers, wind.

Legs, into iron, into steel, into silver, into gold.

Everything, dazzling, dizzying. But I saw that in the warehouse, the soil was flying, and the hot air was swirling, and the air was returning to the intestines.

"Master......" Fang Tianbao opened his mouth wide, unable to say the complete word "master". After practicing with the master for so long, it was the first time that Fang Tianbao had seen the master use his housekeeping skills.

Master Lu's fists and feet pulled out the mountains and swallowed the mountains and rivers. The speed, the strength, and the complementarity between his punches and kicks are like computer programming calculations, which can only be viewed from a distance, not counted.

"Remember, get the most out of your body. Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken, only smart is not broken......" After speaking, I only heard a muffled sound of "pounce".

An iron fist hit the steel column of the large bookcase directly. The four-millimeter steel plate, under Master Lu's fist, was like fermented flour, obediently knocked out of a large deep depression.

"Wow, handsome ......" As soon as Fang Tianbao's voice fell, Master Lu was one, two, and three feet......

In one second, three kicks were made in a row.

One kick, two kicks, three kicks.

"Poof, poof, poof......" The three steel plate rungs of the bookshelf, one bends, one flies, and one breaks.

Harvest!

A gust of dazzling wind and dust, in the sun, filled Master Lu's cheeks. Master Lu's face does not change color, and his breathing is smooth.

"Oh my God, master, you, how did you do this last kick? Why, how can even the steel plate be cracked......" Fang Tianbao picked up the steel plate that had been cracked by Master Lu's kick from the ground, and kept smacking. He held the steel plate in his hand and looked at it over and over again.

"Oh, I guess it's rusty......" Master Lu said and smiled.

"Master, no, this thing is not rusty. You see, this steel plate is new...... You see, you see, you see for yourself......"

"Oh, yes? I'll take a look......" Master Lu took the cracked steel plate in his hand, didn't look at it, and threw it directly into a waste recycling box behind the door. Obviously, Master Lu didn't want to be entangled with Tianbao about whether the steel plate was rusty or not.

"Master, no, you must teach me......" The master just wanted to go out and continue repairing the car, but Fang Tianbao grabbed him.

"Teach you what?" The master turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

"Teach me the leg technique you just used!"

"Do you really want to learn?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, you can wait a while......" Master Lu turned around and returned to the bookshelf on the steel shelf. He first pressed hard, and pressed the steel plate that had just been kicked and bent back with the force of his palm. Then, Master Lu blew hard at the bookshelf. A thick cloud of dust flew up. The master unhurriedly picked up the old book just now, "How Steel is Made".

"Tianbao, you come, the master will officially call this to you from today on......"

"Ah, master, isn't it, it's "Iron Man" again?"

"Don't talk nonsense, open it yourself, and take a good look at ......" When the master spoke, his expression was solemn, but his eyes were warm. Fang Tianbao couldn't resist his eyes, and hesitantly took the dusty "Iron Man".

opened it slightly, and inside the book, there was something else. It turned out that in the middle of the book "Iron Man", I don't know when, it was hollowed out. A book with a black leather jacket, the size of a notebook, was pulled out by Fang Tianbao with his fingers.

"Master, is this the Bible?" Fang Tianbao had never seen this before, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"What Bible, I think you're nervous. How small are the words of such a small Bible? ”

"Ah, it's not the Bible, is it the long-lost Shaolin Yijin Sutra?"

"Tianbao, you really have watched too many of Tsui Hark's films...... However, this "Eighteen Styles of Heavenly Killing Fighting", if you study it carefully, it should be no worse than "Yijin Jing......" Hearing what the master said, Fang Tianbao hurriedly opened the little black book. When he turned to the first page, Fang Tianbao's eyes were moist.

Black and white, handwriting:

"The eighteenth style of heavenly killing fighting was created by two heavenly killing warriors such as me, and three years of martial arts exchanges. There is no precedent above, and there is no one below. The martial arts are long-term, and the water drops are worn by stones. The geese have left a voice, and the Tao is here. ”

There is no signature, just the seal of two people. One said: Fang Junyong. The second said: Lu Dingkun. Looking at the "Fang Junyong" small seal square seal that had already spread out of the vermilion ink, Fang Tianbao couldn't help but gently stroked it with his hand.

"Poof......

Five seconds later, a tear the size of a bean smashed on the red seal.

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Clear skies and cloudless skies.

Today is the day when Ning Caichen and Xia Xiaofeng are discharged from the hospital after recovering from their injuries. After Fang Tianbao delivered lunch to his mother, he pedaled his bicycle alone and went straight to the Chinese medicine hospital. On the boulevard, Fang Tianbao was whistling, shaking his head and riding a bicycle. A luxury car, coming in the opposite direction, honked its horn frantically at him.

"Call your mother, a broken Cayenne, is it very ......?" Fang Tianbao rushed at the brown Cayenne and raised his middle finger straight to show the hatred of the rich in his heart.

With a "squeak...... Cayenne stopped, and the window rolled down. In the car window, a beautiful woman wearing sunglasses leaned out.

"Hey, Tianbao, can't you speak civilly......?" It turned out to be Guan Chuling.

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