As a newcomer who died as the essentials, Bai Lang really thought at first that he had taken in so many small chores, and the Changle Gang must be a super gang - but looking left and right no matter what, there don't seem to be so many people. Later, when I inquired, it turned out that this was more than ten years ago, and I started collecting miscellaneous labor, and I used a license plate to collect people every year, and I received him as 1024. But it's not bad, at least now that he, a little beggar, has been taken in, this is much more likely to survive.

Of course, the first thing is to line up to take a bath, and then one person will be given two sets of coarse cloth clothes, and then there will be enough wheat rice and green vegetables and tofu, and there will be oil flowers in the unlimited soup, which tastes a little meaty. The children who seemed to be from rich and noble families were not used to eating, but most of the little handymen still ate so happily - many children in this world are actually not enough to eat. Bai Lang can be regarded as full - he has been hungry for a long time, even if the dish does not taste good, the rice is too coarse, and the soup is still salty, he will do a lot of hard work.

Eat and drink enough, it seems that there will be nothing to explain for a while, and this first day is quite comfortable. Just came into the Changle Gang, these children don't know each other, they are all seven or eight years old and ten years old, and it's really hard to talk to each other for a while. The people here are not all recruited this time, and this courtyard is just a dozen or so children. Bai Lang didn't say much to them, just found a bunk and pulled the quilt on it and fell asleep - this day, he was first hit by crossing this stall, and then ran a long way, and now he is full, of course he has to sleep.

"Sleep, sleep, maybe I'll wake up and I'll go back again." Bai Lang quickly fell asleep. What he didn't know was that when he fell asleep, a pair of eyes that looked like tattoos flashed across his chest. That said, how could a traverser not have a golden finger?

A good night's sleep, the next day before dawn, only the sound of a sound sounded, and then a footstep stepped into the room, and the bewildered children's quilts were immediately lifted, and then the rattan crackled down, "Get up, you pigs and dogs are not as good as maggots! Hurry up for Lao Tzu!" In the midst of the crying, the children all got up quickly. "Don't cry! You boys are lucky to be selected by the gang! From today onwards, the fifth watch will start immediately! Start to work hard and practice martial arts! Strive to become useful people to the gang as soon as possible!"

Bai Lang reacted quickly, so he only ate a rattan whip and got up, and he didn't cry, although it hurt but he still endured it. I wasn't disappointed in my heart - although I hoped to go back before going to bed, I also knew that this was impossible, and now I took a whip and accepted my fate. As a modern person, Bai Lang accepted the facts quickly, he looked at this rough man, and knew that this was the head of the teacher who taught them fist and foot kung fu.

Miscellaneous servants, especially small handymen of this age, of course, are not for them to work, but to be future gang members - Bai Lang knew this when the big men at the recruitment site checked their muscles and bones. They belong to the reserve force of the gang, and when they come in, they will first work hard to exercise their fists and feet, and maybe they will also teach some methods of practicing qi, and then those with outstanding talents may be further trained to become the backbone of the gang, and ordinary people may become inferior gangs in the gang.

Of course, Bai Lang guessed the same, but it seems that he guessed well. Because after these children got dressed and went out, it was still dark outside, and these little guys were educated by the rattan whip to line up in three rows - the next words made Bai Lang a little incomprehensible, "Squatting on the horse, and then imagine that there is a hot current in his dantian...... "He understands this, but it is really difficult to visualize-because someone pees when he visualizes...... Isn't dantian just a bladder?

"The ultimate bladder sword! I shoot! I social security!" This Bai Lang was thinking about this in his mind, listening to the big Han sect head laughing and whipping that unlucky little ghost with a rattan stick, to be honest, he wanted to laugh without sympathy. Someone did laugh out loud, and then in exchange for rattan. This distraction is gone, and all the hellish heat flow is gone, but it is quite urgent. However, I can only hold it, and this kind of zai can be called torture, and soon my legs and feet feel that they are not my own, but this kind of zai is also very beneficial to the morning size.

"Fuck all the shit and pee urgently! The little bastards are all useless guys!" the big man scolded, and the rattan was pumped fast and hard. This Liu Heimin is really ruthless. Since Bai Lang was an adult's mind, he controlled it, gritted his teeth and held back, so he was not pumped. But it was only the beginning, and soon this Liu Hei also slapped him a few times, and suddenly this white wave of feet softened, and he fell directly to the ground - just like everyone else.

There was only one person who did not fall to the ground, a boy who looked to be about ten years old, his horse was very steady, and his breathing was very rhythmic, even after a few whips. This Liu Heimin glanced at the child, turned around and said sharply to let the others get up and continue to tie the horse, and at the same time breathe according to what he said, and finally visualize the hot flow of the dantian. This is really difficult, Bai Lang can't feel any heat flow at all, but maybe Zama is too much, his legs and feet are not so sore and soft.

There were still several children whose legs were sore, and they kept falling to the ground, and then they were forced to get up and continue by the rattan and scolding, and for a moment the whispered crying echoed in the courtyard. As time passed, Bai Lang could see a ray of purple red light directly in front of him - it was dawn. "Swallow the air! Imagine you swallowing this round of the purple qi of the great sun! Imagine the sun rising in the sky and shining in all directions!" Liu Heimin shouted.

"Is this qi nourishment?" Bai Lang hurriedly did what Liu Heimin said, but he swallowed a breath of cold air, and didn't feel anything else. This person secretly looked left and right, and it was estimated that the other children were the same, only the benevolent brother seemed to be confident, and it really seemed that he had swallowed a round of the rising sun. This is probably the acting school, of course, Bai Lang is a blind fan, and he uses it to comfort himself, of course he knows that if this brother is not a genius, he has already learned and succeeded in the past.

In fact, Bai Lang thinks that he should also be talented, how can he say that he feels that he can accept it now, and according to what martial arts novels he has read in the past, he should ride a real horse, and run along the horse with ups and downs - but he has never ridden a galloping horse, so this kung fu seems to be his genius. Because it's really effective, the muscles bounce slightly, and it's quite effective in relieving fatigue, which is why he Zama has fallen down once so far.