The backyard of the Luo family is overgrown with wild grass, and it seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

Yao Qian followed Luo Hanyi in, and saw wooden stakes the thickness of a fist erected in the barren grass.

These stakes are long and short, the short ones are hidden in the wild grass and are no longer visible, and the long ones protrude several feet and stand out from the crowd.

Yao Qian looked back at Luo Hanyi a little speechlessly, and found that he had a calm face, and just said.

"Boy, get rid of all the weeds, and we'll get started. ”

After saying that, he threw him the back of his head, and continued to the rattan chair to bask in the sun.

Yao Qian had no choice, gritted his teeth, in order to be able to learn the iron cloth shirt, he also fought hard.

It took more than half an hour to clear the weeds, then dig a shallow pit under the stakes, and finally pour a layer of fine sand to complete the work.

Luo Hanyi also came to the stake at some point, and suddenly spoke behind him.

"It's okay, you go up, start standing according to the stake above the cheats, and I can stop when I say stop. ”

Luohan Yi is really taught, but it is extremely serious, and the attitude is also extremely serious, and the original appearance of a high-ranking hermit is no longer gone.

Standing on the two shortest log stakes, the two log stakes are the shortest, and they are also more than a meter high, Yao Qian stepped on them with two feet, opened the secret book of "Iron Cloth Shirt" with both hands, read the general outline, and entered the preliminary cultivation.

The iron cloth shirt is not only a hard work, but also strengthens the defense, so it naturally needs to strengthen the qi and blood, otherwise the body is like a rootless duckweed.

According to the figure on the cheats, his legs are open into a figure of eight, his knees are slightly bent as if he is sitting, his hands are in front of his chest, his fingers seem to be bent but not bent, and he seems to be clamped but not clamped, his body is straight, his eyes are slightly closed, he breathes naturally, and the joints of his body are bent in a triangular shape.

King Kong stands on the pile!

The body is like King Kong, and it is not moving like a mountain.

After standing in a posture for no more than a cup of tea, Yao Qian felt that his body was heavy and shaky, his legs were even more like lead, beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, even his vision was covered, and his eyes were blackened.

Boom!

Finally unable to hold on, he fell from the stake and fell from the bottom of the stake.

Bah!

Spit out the fine sand from your mouth and return to the stake to stand up.

In the morning, the King Kong pile was finally stationed, and in the afternoon, it was replaced with a higher log pile and the second overlord pile of the iron cloth shirt was erected.

This position is different from the first one, the only thing that is the same is that he fell from the pile more than ten times.

It wasn't until late afternoon that he came down from the stake.

He was already sweaty and dirty, and his clothes were covered with sparse fine sand and wet clothes, which was unbearable.

At this time, he only felt extremely tired, and there was no pain in his body.

Hiss......

After gasping a few breaths, he slowly took off his clothes, only to see that his whole body was covered with bruises and redness.

Especially in the arms, back, chest, and thighs, the injuries are connected one after another, and they look extremely horrific and disgusting.

Even when he saw it himself, his face was ugly.

"No wonder this old man can only go into the slums with the cheats and wait for death, this kind of martial arts, who is willing to spend money to buy sin. ”

He muttered a word, even if it was him, he hesitated for a moment, but as long as he thought of the guillotine that fell above his head at some point, he gritted his teeth and stiffened up.

Lying on the rattan chair like a corpse, Yao Qian found that the old man seemed to be quite elegant and interested, and actually brought a rather beautiful woman from outside the courtyard to walk in, and he even maliciously guessed whether this old man could cope with it.

The old man walked straight to him, pointed at him and said, "That's him, you get him to the room, and then it's done, remember to ask him for money." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Yao Qian's face was stunned, should this old man be so disgusted.

Look at the way her body is hollowed out now, let alone her, even if she is a fairy, she can't do anything about it.

Who knew that the woman saw him, but her eyes were bright, she thought it was a bad old man, but she didn't expect it to be a handsome guy, the gap was too big, and she was really surprised for a while.

The woman came to Yao Gan's side, helped him up, and ran into the house.

Yao Qian was weak at this time, exhausted to the extreme, he couldn't even move, didn't want to move, let alone struggle.

Hiss!

After only a few steps, his legs protested violently, and a sharp pain penetrated from his body into his head, causing him to gasp again and again.

The woman helped him into the room, laid him down on the bed, and began to undress him, but in a few blinks he was stripped naked, leaving only a pair of shorts to block the object between his legs.

"The cost is not small. ”

The woman laughed coquettishly.

Yao Qian could only smile bitterly, now he really understood what pain meant and was happy.

The woman placed him in place, straddled the bed, and took out a small black porcelain vase from her coat pocket.

"Isn't it, do you want this thing to cheer up?"

Yao Qian saw the porcelain bottle in the woman's hand, and auxiliary drugs such as 'Indian divine oil' and 'Viagra' immediately popped up in his mind.

In his current state, he must not die in bed!

He tried to struggle, only to find that he couldn't exert his strength at all, and his whole body looked like tattered parts that had been taken apart.

The corners of the woman's mouth let out a greasy laugh, and then poured out the ointment in the porcelain bottle, and the whole person slowly pressed down......

Yes...... Yes...... Yes......

Don't stop...... Go on......

On the bed, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared all over Yao Qian's body, lying on his body, his body shook and shook excitedly from time to time, and the beads of sweat rolled down the looming muscles, like dewdrops on lotus leaves in the morning.

The woman, with her round hips, was bowing behind him.

His hands were smeared with green ointment, and he was massaged and kneaded.

And his back and thighs were also full of green ointment marks, which were evenly applied on his back, and the woman's hands were constantly kneading and polishing the back of the ointment.

Yao Qian only felt that every inch of skin and every cell on his back seemed to be breathing happily, and he never felt that his body could achieve such comfort and refreshment, which made him moan.

He glanced back at the woman, and this massage technique alone was enough for her to live without worry.

An hour later, the green ointment was gradually absorbed by the skin and body under the woman's continuous massage and kneading, and the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Yao Qian was destined to have no time to enjoy this kind of style, and he was already asleep in a daze at this time.