Faced with the taunt of the bald boy, Shen Lang did not respond, he immediately walked towards Yanwutang.

Schadenfreude, human nature, this is normal.

For Shen Lang, nothing in the outside world can interfere with him now, just like a person who knows the lottery jackpot number next month will not mind the ridicule of the people around him because of his poverty.

Walking quickly through the corridor, Shen Lang soon saw a rather tall hall with a plaque on it that read the three big characters of the glittering Yanwu Hall.

As the bald boy said, there are stone tablets with a height of nearly two meters and a width of one and a half meters, and the base of the stone monument is a blooming lotus flower, and the surface of the tablet is engraved with human shapes and characters.

Shen Lang counted a total of thirty-six stone tablets, and each stone tablet carved a kind of kung fu on the front and back, which is the seventy-two external skills of the Tiger Mighty Martial Arts Pavilion!

The Huwei Martial Arts Hall is known as the seventy-two external skills and the thirty-six hard skills; disciples who have just started can only practice seventy-two kinds of external skills, and they are not qualified to practice hard skills if they do not cultivate them to a certain level.

The three martial arts of Iron Arm Gong, Thousand Jin Feet and Mangniu Jin all belong to the genus of hard skills, and Shen Lang was naturally not qualified to practice at the beginning.

But it doesn't matter, there is a clear record on the stone tablet; in layman's terms, pushing and grinding palms, stone lock skills and overlord elbows are the pre-skills of iron arm skills; centipede jumping and kicking pile skills are both practiced, and the thousand jin feet will also be introduced.

Shen Lang first found the stone tablet that recorded the external skill of Tui Mo Zhang, and there were only three figures corresponding to three key points on it, which should be said to be the three levels of Tui Mo Zhang!

The first figure is of holding the wooden pillar with both hands, bowing his head and arching his back, and exerting his waist and legs, like a wild buffalo that is about to hit a man.

The posture of the human body in the second figure is much more relaxed, with the head and neck slightly tilted back, taking lunges, and when the arms are pushed forward, from the head and neck to the ankles, it resembles a crescent.

In the third figure, the whole person is grinding with his left and right hands alternately, and his posture has changed to an ordinary walking posture.

Shen Lang carefully simulated the posture several times on the spot, and memorized all the breathing and force skills above, and then ran to the front yard martial arts training ground with great interest.

When he saw the huge stone mill placed on the edge of the martial arts training ground before, Shen Lang was still very curious about what this thing was used in the martial arts hall, but now he finally understood.

He couldn't wait to start cultivating.

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"Everyone, listen to me, the eldest son of the Shen family of the Butterfly Sword has come to our martial arts hall to practice martial arts!" Liu Yi, a bald young man, carried a brand-new linen practice uniform, came to the martial arts training ground triumphantly, and shouted loudly to a few companions who were sitting on the ground drinking water and resting after practicing boxing.

Really?

You're not mistaken!

No way!

At this time, the morning exercise had just ended, and most of the students were chatting and resting in groups, and after hearing Liu Yi's words, they suddenly became excited and gathered around him.

"I don't believe it!Even if something happens to the Shen family, it is impossible for that Gongzi brother to give up the family inheritance subtle swordsmanship!" Wouldn't that be too stupid to deal with Liu Yi on weekdays.

After listening to Dong Fang's words, the teenagers around nodded one after another, which was reasonable.

Although Shen Ling, the butterfly sword, is dead and the family's financial resources have been cut off, Shen Lang is already fifteen years old and has already obtained the inheritance of the Shen family's swordsmanship, so he should cultivate the true qi swordsmanship next, waiting for the day when he will rise again in the future, how could he come to the Tiger Mighty Martial Arts Pavilion!

In the eyes of these teenagers, no, in the eyes of almost everyone in Huya City, the martial arts of the Tiger Mighty Martial Arts Hall cannot be compared with the Shen family's inheritance at all, and the Shen family's martial arts are simply superior!

In terms of early strength, as long as the swordsman in the green shirt who is light and agile in the sword is holding a sharp sword, he can easily break through the defense of ordinary hard skills, and he can't take advantage of it at all.

In terms of painting style and connections, the dashing swordsmen are the most popular group of martial artists, and they can be integrated into any high-end social occasion, and the heads of the Shen family for several generations are martial idiots, and they still have accumulated such a piece of manor land with the help of the wealthy family.

The muscular man who is black and sweaty is naturally labeled as rude, barbaric, and inferior, and no local tyrant wants to be friends with this kind of person, but will only be regarded as a thug.

What's more, the more you cultivate, the more profound the True Qi Sword Technique is, the more it strengthens the body, strengthens the body, and prolongs life.

Looking around the Huwei Dart Bureau and the martial arts hall, the middle-aged dart masters and coaches, although they can still kill the cow with one punch, but there are not a few people with backache and bone pain on rainy days, and numbness and trembling muscles at the end of summer and winter solstice, not to mention the older seniors!

The poor children have no other way out, they can only sweat desperately to change the current situation, and accumulate resources for the next generation, the son of the Shen family obviously has so many ways out, why do you want to come here to suffer and suffer!

"If Lao Tzu lies to you, Lao Tzu is the king of the moat, and he won't live for three or two years!" The bald boy Liu Yi was annoyed and angry, and couldn't help yelling.

"Hehe, don't be in a hurry, ask the son of the Shen family, and it will be clear. A deep voice sounded, instantly suppressing the harsh and noisy noise of the teenagers, and before they knew it, the uncle with his hair was already standing behind them, giving his own advice.

"That's right! Mr. Zhang is right, you'll find out when you ask!" The bald boy Liu Yi nodded again and again, and echoed casually.

Seeing this uncle with a cloak of hair, Liu Yi's anger suddenly dissipated.

As a doorman of the dart bureau, a few days ago, it was he who led this uncle, who was disposed of and unsightly, to meet Wang Jiaotou, who was in charge of the chores of the martial arts hall, and then saw that Wang Jiaotou personally led him to meet the head of the general coach.

As an inquirer from the martial arts hall, he was naturally curious, so he quietly hid behind the pillars outside, and saw the scene of the head of the head of the sect sending him out respectfully.

Chapter 5 must be a fake name, this uncle may be a big man, a very powerful powerhouse!

Since that day, Liu Yi has often paid attention to this Uncle Zhang, but this uncle is completely like a handyman, starting from scrubbing stone statues and plaques early in the morning, and is busy doing some chores every day.

He replaced most of the dilapidated tiles in the martial arts hall, repaired all the broken tables and chairs in the martial arts hall canteen, and took the thankless time to go to the river to carry a load of river sand, which covered the ground of the entire martial arts training ground with a thick layer.

Liu Yi was confused, originally he still had the idea of hugging his thighs and wanting to get guidance, but seeing that Uncle Zhang was so down-to-earth, he began to feel that this person was definitely not a big person, maybe it was only because of his kinship with the founder of the martial arts hall that he was treated so politely by the head of the sect.

But just because he can be arranged to live in the big attic of the Yanwu Hall, most of the people in the martial arts hall have to look up to Zhang Wuyan, because the big attic stores the most precious thirty-six external martial arts secrets of the Huwei Martial Arts Hall, and it is the most important place in the entire martial arts hall.

At this moment, Zhang Wu spoke, and the quarrel suddenly disappeared, and everyone quieted down.

It didn't take long for a slender boy with a white skin and a straight nose to look quite handsome.

It should be!

Most teenagers have already come up with the answer in their hearts, and from their figures and movements, they can see that they are people who have undergone a long period of strict cultivation, but their skin color and temperament are several times better than them.

"Hey, son of the Shen family, have you chosen your martial arts?" Liu Yi took the lead in standing up, stroking his bald head, and asked deliberately loudly.

"Yes, I chose the Push Palm. Shen Lang's gaze swept over his right hand, and he was very unhappy when he saw that this guy had really taken away the practice clothes that had been issued to him.

But the most important thing now is cultivation, so he responded lightly and went straight to the stone mill in the northwest corner.

There are three stone mills, two small and one large, but it is only relatively speaking, even the smallest one has a diameter of one meter, and at least two mules and horses are needed to pull and pull it in the Shen family manor.

And the diameter of the largest stone mill is probably more than his height, the thickness of the grinding disc is nearly one meter, and the grinding rod is the thickness of Shen Lang's wrist, and the height is exactly the same as Shen Lang's shoulder.

It's spectacular!

Shen Lang untied the burden and put it aside, rolled up his sleeves on both sides, and then stood in front of the smallest stone mill;

Wheat grains had already been placed in the grinding hole on the grinding disc, and as Shen Lang pushed the grinding disc, the sound of wheat being squeezed and crushed began to sound, which made people can't help but have a strange sense of satisfaction.

Liu Yi and the others had already passed the stage of pushing and grinding, and they wanted to mock Shen Lang when he was timid, but they didn't expect Shen Lang's movements and postures to be very standard.

There was nothing to see about pushing and grinding, and it didn't take long for the teenagers to disperse and start their own cultivation.

Zhang Wu, who was disheveled, looked at Shen Lang carefully for a while before leaving.

Shen Lang ignored everything in the outside world, and he wholeheartedly pushed and grinded, groping for the trick of musculos, bones and muscles, and exploring the effect of breathing rate on heartbeat and blood supply.

Today, he must be the master of the grinding palm!