"Rocks pierce the air, waves crash on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. Storm Palm!"

"I'll shoot!"

"I'll shoot again!"

"Shoot, shoot, shoot...... Shoot the master to death, I will be the master......"

High mountain tops, under white clouds.

A nine-year-old kid, wearing only a pair of shorts, was slapping dozens of layers of hemp rope on a stone.

Every time he slapped it, the palm of his hand would stop just one finger above the hemp rope.

The backs of his hands and palms were calloused, and his bronzed skin was shiny in the sun.

Every time he waved his palm, beads of sweat on his arms would be thrown out of the way.

He walked steadily, not moving like a mountain.

He was standing on the ground, drenched in sweat.

10,000 times with the palm of the hand and 10,000 times with the back of the hand, this is the rule that Master has set for him.

This rule was already in place when he was three years old.

At the age of three, it was the first time he practiced the Storm Palm, and he didn't finish the 20,000 times set by the master for three days.

At that time, his fleshy little hands were already bloody and fleshy.

He fainted a few times in pain, cried a few times, and fainted a few times from hunger.

Every time he fainted, he would be woken up by the master with a special pill.

The pill would allow him to recover his strength quickly, but it would not be eaten as a meal.

Crying, it's useless.

Not only is it useless, but you will be hungry.

So, in order to be able to eat, he gritted his teeth and patted 20,000 times.

When he saw a large piece of beef, which tube was not bloodshot, he pounced directly, tearing his hands and teeth, and devouring it.

Then he choked and passed out.

Ever since he learned about Master's ruthlessness and cruelty, he never cried again, but only secretly shed tears.

At that time, he learned a simple truth, if he wanted to eat, he had to complete the rules set by his master first.

Of course, if you want to eat, there is another way: the master is dead.

He didn't know Master's name, Master didn't say it, and he didn't ask.

In his eyes, the master is already a dead man, and it doesn't matter if he has a name or not.

Although he didn't know Master's name, he knew that Master was a god.

It's hard to kill a god.

Fortunately, his master said a word.

"Jiang Shang, when did you practice the Storm Palm, when will you be able to kill me. So, for the ideal in your heart, you must work hard to practice!"

He believed in Master's words.

Therefore, he endured severe pain and practiced the Shocking Palm day and night.

Anyway, if he faints and dies, Master will save him.

At first, Master said that as long as you smash the stone, you can practice the Storm Palm.

At the age of three, it took him a year to finally smash the huge stone.

At that time, he wept with joy.

Just as he was full of joy and was about to do his best to slap his master to death with one palm, the master told him that his Storm Palm had been cultivated to the first layer.

The first layer?

That is, there is a second layer?

As a result, he went from crying with joy to crying silently.

Next, the master covered the stone with a thick layer of hemp rope, asked him to pat the hemp rope, and told him when the hemp rope was beaten into powder, and the Storm Palm was practiced.

He continued to believe Master's words.

For the ideal in his heart, no matter how hard and tired he is, he can persevere.

He clapped his hands faster and faster, as fast as the wind and as fast as thunder.

So, it took him another year, and at the age of five, he finally slapped dozens of layers of hemp rope that were taller than him into powder.

At this time, he did not rush to give the master a palm.

He was afraid of disappointment.

Sure enough, Master told him that his Storm Palm had been cultivated to the second layer.

He couldn't help it, gritted his teeth and asked Master, "How many layers are there in the Storm Palm?"

Master smiled and replied, "Not much, not much, only five layers." ”

Come to think of it, it has been practiced into two layers, and it is not bad for those three layers.

So, he decided to practice the third layer of the Storm Palm.

The Master then continued to put the thick hemp rope on the stone and told him that he was not allowed to break the twine, but that he should break the stone under the twine.

If you can do it, then you will become the third layer of the Storm Palm.

After hearing this, he sat on the ground and begged the master to kill him.

The master smiled without saying a word, threw a small apricot yellow flag at him, and then floated away.

He imagined that the little flag was the master, and he scolded the flag all morning, and even sprinkled a soak of urine on the flag before continuing to practice the Storm Palm.

It is not allowed to smash the twine, but it is necessary to smash the stones under the twine, which is an exercise that pays great attention to the use of aura.

Clapping the palm like the wind, the palm should stop on the hemp rope just right, but the palm wind should drive the power generated by the aura, and slap it on the stone through the hemp rope.

This is a technical job.

Since he had one or two layers of Storm Palms as a foundation, he only needed to grasp the penetration and strength of the aura.

A year later, he finally smashed the stone underneath without breaking the hemp rope.

Master looked at it and nodded in satisfaction.

Next, the Master told him the fourth level of practice: "With the hemp rope intact, smash the stones under the hemp rope." ”

Before he could speak, the master threw a wooden whip at him and left again.

He imagined the wooden whip as his master, continued to scold, sprinkled a soak of urine on the wooden whip, and then continued to practice.

The fourth layer of the Storm Palm completely tests the aura, and the aura is insufficient, and it is useless to use much force.

After a year of hard work, he finally cultivated the fourth layer of the Storm Palm.

At this time, the master asked him if he still wanted to practice the fifth layer, because the fifth layer was very difficult.

He only replied: "Master's death is not far away, are you afraid?"

The master smiled brightly and replied with three words: "Afraid of a bird!"

So, the master told him the practice of the fifth layer of the Storm Palm: "The hemp rope will not break, the stone will not break, and one finger will break." ”

He was puzzled.

Master didn't leave him anything this time, only said one word: "Enlightenment." ”

Before Master left, he stopped Master and said, "Master, for the sake of you and me, I allow you to tell me your name. ”

The master glanced at Jiang Shang and replied with five words: "The reason is not sufficient." ”

"Master, I will soon be able to practice the fifth layer of the Storm Palm. I pondered that the day of completion is your death, and if I knew your name, I could erect a monument for you. Jiang Shang said the second reason with a grin.

"Well, it is worthy of being a beloved disciple of the teacher, and this is a good reason. "Master was very moved.

He really said his name: "The name of the teacher is Shen Gongbao." ”

"Shen Gong Leopard? Shen Gong - Leopard...... Master, why does your name sound so beastly?" Jiang Shang asked heartlessly.

Shen Gongbao felt a faint pain in his heart.

If the leopard has not attained enlightenment, it is a beast.

When a leopard gains the Tao, it is a man.

However, even after all the hardships and cultivation of human form, it is still not recognized.

This is the greatest sorrow.

Shen Gongbao didn't pay attention to Jiang Shang, waved his sleeves, and rode the black tiger away.

"When did Master become so stingy? I can't afford to make this joke......," Jiang Shang muttered, and then sat down and realized.

After sitting for a long time, Jiang Shang suddenly became enlightened.