After Li Fengqiang and his son packed up their belongings, Zhang Wen pushed the foreign car to lead the way in front and took them to a small restaurant.

"Boss, just eat out casually, this..."

Li Fengqiang only rubbed his hands, a little restrained.

"It's okay, I'm in for a treat."

Zhang Wen ordered a roast chicken, half a roast goose, three bowls of haggis soup, and a sauced beef.

Before the dishes were ready, the boy's eyes were already drooling.

"Let's eat first."

Zhang Wen sandwiched a chicken leg for the boy, but the boy looked at his father first, and when his father nodded, he happily thanked "Amitabha" and gnawed on it.

Zhang Wen was stunned, but he pretended not to hear it.

"What to call it yet?" Zhang Wen asked.

"Li Fu" Li Fengqiang said with his eyes withdrawn from his son.

"A pseudonym?" Zhang Wen suddenly had a few conjectures in his heart.

Walking under a pseudonym is most likely because the bottom of the body is not clean.

He doesn't care if he is a murderer or a murderer, as long as he really has the ability.

"I'm Zhang Wen."

Li Fengqiang immediately greeted: "Boss Zhang." ”

"I don't say secret words, Mr. Li, the reason why I am looking for you is to ask you to do me a favor."

"Speak!" Li Fengqiang said immediately.

"You're practicing iron cloth shirts?"

"Yes, when I was young, I worshipped a Shaolin master and learned some kung fu from him." Li Fengqiang nodded.

"I want to learn the Iron Cloth Shirt."

"Huh?"

Li Fengqiang was stunned for a moment, and immediately persuaded: "You are arrogant and expensive, and you are too hard to practice." ”

"Don't worry."

Zhang Wen raised his hand: "You teach me the iron cloth shirt, I will give you 50 oceans, and during this period, you will be covered with food and shelter." ”

Although 50 yuan is not much, it is life-saving money for the almost penniless Li family, father and son.

"It's bitter." Although Li Fengqiang was surprised, he did not agree, but emphasized: "Ordinary people can't stand it." ”

"Don't worry, as long as you can learn real kung fu!"

Li Fengqiang nodded: "Okay, I'll teach you, let's officially start trying it tomorrow, if you feel that you can't stand it, let's stop immediately, and I won't take a penny of money." ”

Zhang Wen immediately smiled: "Come on, come on, the food is almost cold, eat quickly!" ”

After eating, Zhang Wen and the Li family went to rent a yard together.

Five yuan a month, Zhang Wen didn't know if he would return to Renjia Town, so he simply paid the rent for two years and kept it for later use.

But most of the time he still goes to the hotel because he can check in there.

The courtyard is empty and there are three rooms.

Li Fengqiang's father and son also stayed.

Early the next morning, Zhang Wen rode to the small courtyard, and as soon as he knocked on the door, he saw Li Fengqiang boiling medicine.

"What kind of medicine?"

"Boss Zhang!" Li Fengqiang stood up and replied: "This is used with the iron cloth shirt, you have fine skin and tender meat, and you will be red and swollen at the beginning of practice, this medicine can cure redness and swelling and relieve pain." ”

Zhang Wenyuan, who works as a policeman in Renjia Town, can't be called fine skin and tender meat, but he doesn't do crop work, and he doesn't even have calluses on his hands.

Zhang Wen nodded, and asked again, "How do we practice?" ”

"Iron cloth shirt, you have to go step by step, you have to rub it at first, and then beat it with a cloth, if you want to be small, at least three years." Li Fengqiang said: "I'll take you to get started, and then you can come by yourself." ”

Ordinary people will definitely stay up and not leave, but Li Fengqiang means that when Zhang Wen gets started, he will leave immediately and give up this job that ordinary people covet.

"Okay."

Zhang Wen followed Li Fengqiang's instructions, took off his upper body clothes, and asked Li Fengqiang to help him rub his body, and in about half an hour, his entire upper body turned red.

I heard Li Fengqiang say again: "The iron cloth shirt has a cover door, and the realm of Dacheng can shrink the yang into the abdomen, but only a few cover doors are difficult to attack, and Xiaocheng, that is, the limbs, the chest and back resist some beating." ”

"Here, soak in a medicated bath!"

Throughout the day, Zhang Wen was swollen and injured, but he still didn't receive a reminder.

He was thinking in his heart about whether his method of "self-learning skills" was right or not.

"Congratulations on Acquiring a New Skill: Iron Shirt"

"Iron Shirt: Beginner's Courtyard (1/100)"

"I've finally learned!"

Zhang Wen's heart was extremely comfortable.

"Li Fu, go on!"

"Boss Zhang, your injury?"

Zhang Wenchao didn't care and said, "Don't worry, go on!" ”

Li Fengqiang agreed, took the rags and continued to beat, while Zhang Wen kept feeling the happiness brought by the skill hurricane.

"Iron Shirt Mastery +1"

"Iron Shirt Mastery +1"

"Iron Shirt Mastery +1"

“……”

Pain, and happy!

"Strange!" Li Fengqiang was fighting, but he felt something was wrong in his heart.

He reached out and touched Zhang Wen's back, although the skin was still swollen, it was not as tender as before, but had some toughness.

"Started? It shouldn't be! It will take at least three months to get started! ”

Li Fengqiang became more and more incredulous.

He felt surprised in his heart, and after telling Zhang Wen, Zhang Wen explained that he had learned some things from the old Tao in the mountains before, and his body was different from ordinary people.

Li Fengqiang, who has worked hard, is only in the early stage of refining, and he is a little worse than Zhang Wen.

Li Fengqiang didn't believe these words, but he had to believe it.

In the following days, Zhang Wen was constantly beaten.

Not every beating increases proficiency, but there's no denying that his iron shirt is getting more proficient.

"When the iron cloth shirt is small, the skin is as tough as cowhide, and the knife will not hurt, and your iron cloth shirt is close to Xiaocheng."

The more Li Fengqiang looked at it, the more surprised he became, after more than half a month, Zhang Wen actually started from scratch, and he was making great progress all the way, and he was about to cultivate the iron cloth shirt to a small one!

Recently, the officers and soldiers outside have been patrolling tightly, and Zhang Wen also found that Li Fengqiang's expression was always a little uncomfortable, so he did not break his promise, gave Li Fengqiang fifty yuan, and let the Li father and son leave.

"Tough as cowhide?"

Zhang Wen touched his arm, his skin darkened slightly, and gradually gained muscles, compared to the "first entry court", the skin color is heavier, and there is a little light.

"Iron Shirt: Entering the House 800/1000"

"Two hundred strokes left."

He picked up a sandbag wrapped in sackcloth and smashed it on himself.

"Iron Shirt Mastery +1"

"Iron Shirt Proficiency ......"

After the Li family's father and son left, the small courtyard became a place where Zhang Wen tempered his iron cloth shirt.

"Do you want to hire someone to beat me?"

Fighting, it is not a random beating, Zhang Wen imitates Li Fengqiang's beating technique, which has some effect.

If you want to hire a master who knows iron cloth shirts, you have to go to Shaolin Temple.

After soaking in the medicinal bath, Zhang Wen wiped his body, changed into a newly made black power suit, pinned the gun to his waist, locked the door and rode back to the hotel.

It's already night.

Zhang Wen stopped the car and found that there were also soldiers in the hotel.

"Staying in the hotel?"

When the soldier saw Zhang Wen coming in, he stopped the door and asked.

"Hmm" Zhang Wen nodded: "I've lived here for half a month." ”

After practicing the iron cloth shirt for half a month, his spirit is also much stronger, and he can rely on the system to take advantage of the progress of martial arts, but the pain will not disappear out of thin air.

"Let's go inside."

The soldiers get out of the way.

"Two big brothers, let me go."

As soon as Zhang Wen walked into the lobby, he heard an urgent shout, and five people rushed from outside the door.

A young man was carrying a big fat man on his back, and a young man was supporting him.

Behind him was a middle-aged man with hair oil shining in the light, and at the back was a woman, who was also bent over, as if she was carrying something on her back.