Qingfeng Village.

Tang Dalong took Ren Zhanbiao to Qingfeng Village, and said to him earnestly: "Zhanbiao, in the future, this is your home, because you are still young, you will follow me, you can be regarded as my personal soldier, but, let me tell you, the cottage has the rules of the cottage, you can't violate it, especially lewdness, wanton killing, no matter which one you commit, you will be killed, do you remember?" ”

"Brother Tang, I made a note of it."

"Then you repeat it to me." Tang Dalong said.

"Thou shalt not commit adultery or kill in vain."

"Well, you must remember," Tang Dalong repeatedly advised, "From tomorrow, I will teach you some basic skills, but let me make it clear to you, we learn kung fu to strengthen our bodies and defend ourselves, not to win a strong fight, fight and fight, let alone rob homes, kill people and set fires, do you understand?" ”

"Understood." Ren Zhanbiao said.

"If one day I find out that you are killing innocents indiscriminately, you will flee to the ends of the earth, and I will not spare you."

"Brother Tang, don't worry, I will never do that kind of thing."

"Well, the so-called hardship is the only way to become a master, and if you want to practice real kung fu, you have to endure a lot of hardship, are you afraid of hardship?" Tang Dalong asked.

"No matter how bitter it is, I'm not afraid."

"However, the way I teach martial arts may be different from others, and it is even more bitter, so you have to be mentally prepared," Tang Dalong said, "If you feel too bitter and can't stand it, you can give up." ”

"Brother Tang, since I want to learn kung fu from you, then I will definitely stick to it and will never give up."

"Then you will wait for me at the cafeteria in the cottage at four o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will already prepare everything you need for your practice there." Tang Dalong said.

"Yes." This Ren Zhanbiao was very happy in his heart, he didn't expect Brother Tang to think so thoughtfully, he actually prepared all the things he practiced in advance, he didn't know at all, and he didn't know what Brother Tang had prepared for him, but he had some doubts in his heart, he didn't understand, why did he go to the cafeteria, and he didn't dare to ask.

At four o'clock in the morning the next day, it was already dawn, Tang Dalong came to the canteen of the cottage, there were more than a dozen chefs busy there, and when they saw Tang Dalong coming, they all took the initiative to greet him, and Tang Dalong nodded his head one by one.

Tang Dalong saw that Ren Zhanbiao had already arrived, and he praised it very much in his heart.

"Brother Tang, you're here." Ren Zhanbiao bowed and bowed.

"Well," Tang Dalong looked at him and nodded, "Come with me." ”

Tang Dalong took him to the kitchen behind the cafeteria, only to see that there were ten large water tanks here, only two of the water tanks had water, and the others were empty.

"Zhanbiao, do you see, there are a total of ten water tanks here, there are hundreds of people in our cottage, and the water used here for food and drink is not enough. From today onwards, the task of carrying water will be handed over to you, and each tank can hold ten buckets of water, ten tanks, which is at least a hundred buckets of water per day. I don't care how many buckets of water I use every day on the cottage, in short, at night, I want to see that all the tanks are full. Do you understand? Tang Dalong said.

"Understood." Ren Zhanbiao said.

"In addition, I tell you, you must go to the foot of the West Mountain to pick this water, there is a pavilion there, called Jiuweng Pavilion, about a hundred meters to the right of the pavilion there is a well, called Dufujing, although it is said that it is a little far from here, but the water in that well is clear and sweet, and everyone likes to drink the water from that well, so you have to work hard."

"No problem." Ren Zhanbiao said.

"Good!" Tang Dalong said, took out a flat pole and two buckets from it, Ren Zhanbiao looked at it, and was dumbfounded.

It turns out that this flat shoulder is not a bamboo flat burden, but iron, narrow at both ends, wide in the middle, heavy to the touch, and then look at the two buckets, not wooden, all iron, the barrel wall is an inch thick, the bottom of the barrel is estimated to be more than a dozen catties.

This pair, not to mention being filled with water, is at least fifty or sixty pounds just this flat shoulder plus two empty buckets.

"Can you provoke? The weather is so hot, and it is still the way up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain. Tang Dalong said.

"Yes, Brother Tang, don't worry, I promise to complete the task." Ren Zhanbiao said.

"Again, if you really can't persevere, you can give up."

"Without ifs, I'm sure I'll be able to hold on."

"That's good." After Tang Dalong finished speaking, he turned around and left.

The chefs were all watching and laughing, thinking that this child was young and relatively thin, and he would not be able to endure this bitterness no matter what.

Thirteen-year-old Ren Zhanbiao didn't care about this, he packed up his clothes, and then, picking up his flat shoulder, picked up two buckets, and went down the mountain.

He followed the direction pointed by Tang Dalong, and sure enough, he found the Jiuweng Pavilion at the foot of the West Mountain, and found the well on the right side of the pavilion, and there was an iron frame on the well, and the frame was wrapped with ropes.

Ren Zhanbiao put up two buckets of water, and the water was really clear and sweet.

Since there was a foundation for carrying dung at Qian Devil's house, this Ren Zhanbiaozhen picked up a load of water and walked slowly towards the mountain.

From four o'clock in the morning to the evening, Ren Zhanbiao saw that there were still two tanks of water that he hadn't picked, he was already sweating all over his body, his feet had blood blisters, his shoulders were red and swollen, the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't put the flat shoulder, until later, every time he picked it, he gritted his teeth and put the flat shoulder up.

Ren Zhanbiao drank the scoop of water, wiped his mouth with his hand, picked up the flat pole again, picked up the bucket, and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Picking until the middle of the night, Ren Zhanbiao finally filled all ten water tanks, until he was exhausted and sore, and fell asleep on the bed.

At four o'clock the next morning, Tang Dalong came to the kitchen to take a look and nodded with satisfaction.

"Occupy the bid, what do you think, are you tired?" Tang Dalong asked.

"I'm not tired." That Ren Zhanbiao arrived early again.

"If you feel tired, you can take a day off." Tang Dalong said.

"No, you don't."

Only one breakfast of the brothers in the cottage used four jars of water, so Ren Zhanbiao began to go down the mountain non-stop to fetch water.

In short, at night, he will not sleep unless he fills all the water tanks.

And so, day after day, in the blink of an eye, a year passed.

Ren Zhanbiao carried water from the beginning of the difficult step, to the present such as walking on the ground, from the original heavier than Mount Tai to today's light as a feather, now he is carrying a load of water on his shoulders, there is no feeling at all, as if he is not carrying water, still as light as a swallow.

Before he knew it, his leg skills had grown greatly.

"Occupy the bid, from today onwards, you don't have to carry water anymore, let's move on to the next link." On this day, Tang Dalong said to Ren Zhanbiao.

"Brother Tang, what's the next link?"

"Rice peeling." Tang Dalong said.

"Rice peeling?" Ren Zhanbiao didn't understand what he meant.

"You'll understand if you come with me."

Tang Dalong led him to a threshing floor, where a large iron pot was propped up, and half a pot of golden rice was placed in the pot.

"Zhanbiao, from today onwards, we will practice this, insert our hands into the rice in the pot, take it out, and insert it again," Tang Dalong explained while demonstrating to him, "Use the resistance and friction between the hands and the rice to gradually remove the outer skin on the rice." ”

"Will this work?"

"As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, and after a long time, it will naturally work." Tang Dalong said.

So, Ren Zhanbiao came over and tried it, but every time he inserted his hand into the rice, the shell of the rice was very rough, and it was particularly prickly, and after a few strokes, he punctured the surface of his hand.

He gritted his teeth and persevered.

At night, his hands were almost unrecognizable.

On the second day, Ren Zhanbiao got up early and continued to practice.

With continuous practice every day, Ren Zhanbiao's palms and backs have grown thick calluses, and his hands have gradually become thicker and more powerful, more powerful than the legendary iron sand palm.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

On this day, Ren Zhanbiao continued to practice on the threshing floor, Tang Dalong came, I don't know where he collected some red bricks, and put them on the ground, which meant to try Ren Zhanbiao's palm power.

Ren Zhanbiao understood what he meant.

He walked to the brick, picked up a red brick with his left hand, stood in front of it, and slapped it with his right hand. And so many times in a row.

Ren Zhanbiao was ecstatic.

A few days later, Tang Dalong brought a long wooden plank, which was about four or five inches thick, and he took out more than a dozen iron nails from his pocket, each of which was about three inches long.

"Occupy the bid, you come here." Tang Dalong said.

"Brother Tang, what are you doing here?" Ren Zhanbiao walked over and asked.

"Try again and see if you can use your fist as a hammer to drive these nails into this plank."

"I'm afraid this won't work, right?" Ren Zhanbiao didn't know the bottom of his heart, "The nail is iron, the hammer is also iron, but this fist is meat, can this fist replace the hammer?" ”

"Let's try it."

So, Ren Zhanbiao took out an iron nail, put the pointed end against the wooden board, the big head was facing up, held it with his left hand, raised his right hand, and punched the tail of the iron nail.

Unexpectedly, all the iron nails suddenly sank into the plank, up to the tail, and ten in a row.

At this point, Tang Dalong knew that Ren Zhanbiao's iron sand palm had been practiced.

After that, Tang Dalong taught him some fist and foot kung fu and moves, like what Wing Chun boxing, Huo Jia boxing, Lost Trace boxing, Shaolin strong King Kong palm, drunken boxing, etc., because Ren Zhanbiao's basic skills are very solid, and he is handy to learn.

After studying like this for another year, Ren Zhanbiao's understanding was very high, and before he knew it, he had become a martial arts master.

By the fourth year, Tang Dalong began to teach him to shoot.

Ren Zhanbiao naturally likes to fiddle with guns, and he gets up early every day to practice at night, and in less than half a year, he has become an excellent shooting master.