The weather in the south, in September and October, is actually the time when it is very hot. Especially in the city, the white sun shines on the cement road. At first glance, it looks like a layer of white salt. It shook so much that people's eyes couldn't be opened. This ** spicy rì head, no one dares to go out.

Finally, in the evening, the sun went down to the west. The temperature still can't go down. The heat stored in the concrete floor for a day is spit out, and the whole city is like a big steamer, hot and stuffy, and people feel panicked in their hearts. It wasn't until two or three o'clock in the morning that the heat gradually subsided and there was a hint of coolness. But it's dawn again. At the end of the day, there really isn't a cool time!

It was at this time that Wang Zhong got up, washed himself a little, and looked at the fire in the coal stove again. It was still burning, and I was suddenly relieved a little.

A jar was boiled on the coal stove, and when the lid was lifted, a slight smell of angelica medicine, mixed with the aroma of chicken soup, entered the nostrils. It turned out to be an angelica stewed chicken, and added cordyceps, ginseng slices, and other medicinal materials that nourished the body. Stayed up while sleeping. First of all, the fat on the body was removed, and when the simmering oil was removed, the slick oil was removed, and now the soup is light and bright.

Wang Zhong took a spoon and tasted it, the taste was just right, and he drank a bowl first. Smash it, smash it, smash it, and feel safe in your stomach. Slowly cleaned up, changed into a set of practice clothes, and tied more than a dozen catties of lead on his hands and feet. He carried a large bag of iron sand, a bottle of medicinal wine, a book with thread nails, and a book that seemed to be copied by hand. Finally, I turned on the air conditioner in the house, and felt a cool breeze cool the temperature in the house down, so I went out.

When sleeping at home, Wang Zhong never turns on the air conditioner. He's not hot either.

At this time, the corridor was still black and black, but the street lights outside were on all night. The slight night breeze blew over, and Wang Zhong let out a long breath of turbidity. Feeling refreshed, he shook off a bag of iron sand, and walked more than two miles in a hurry.

There is still a lot of traffic on the road. Wang Zhong avoided them one by one, cāo a path between the rooms of the building, and went up the hill behind.

This bag is the sack used by farmers to hold grain, and the iron sand is also used for hunting in the countryside. Loaded with fire, filled with iron sand, and shot out with a bang, it was a large area, and there was no need for accurate marksmanship. Once an ordinary bird or rabbit is hit, it often looks like a sieve all over its body. Even if he was inserted, he was also pierced by iron sand, and he was chased by the dogs who drove the mountain, and he had no way to live.

This sack usually contains a bag of grain, there are fifty or sixty catties, but now it is loaded with iron sand, and it weighs several times, about two hundred catties.

Halfway up the mountain, I faintly saw a big river in the distance, and divided the city into two parts: east and west. Hedong is an old city, which existed before liberation.

If there is great rule today, the wind and rain will be smooth, and the country and the people will be safe. The tall buildings rose up like chūn bamboo shoots after the rain. The lights are brilliant, the neon wine is green, drunk and dreaming of death, it is dazzling, and I don't know the southeast and northwest. But no matter how big the city Wang Zhong is, he has seen it, and he doesn't feel anything.

Here, naturally, it is Hexi. The newly developed was originally a large mountain, but now dozens of miles long university towns, commercial districts, residential buildings, and so on have been built around the mountain. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the environment is better than that of Hexi. The ground gradually stirred up. But Wang Zhong doesn't care about these, he is just an ordinary college student now.

If you want to say that it is not ordinary, it is just an iron sand palm that has been refined for more than ten years than others.

After a bang, I put the sack between the two big stones, opened the door, and saw the coarse iron sand with black grains inside, and there was a smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Wang Zhong first smeared his palms with the bottle of medicinal wine, and saw that his hands were full of old skin and calluses, his nails were smoothed and bare, and his fingers were also calloused. It's like an old farmer who has been pulling in the field all his life. These hands, and Wang Zhong's appearance, are not in line with the age to the extreme.

With medicinal wine in his hands, Wang Zhong first rubbed each other, and then rubbed vigorously. This is a necessary precursor to practicing iron sand palms. Medicinal wine is a special secret recipe, and the most important medicinal material is tiger bone, which is a good thing for meridian and blood circulation, treatment of bruises, and muscle skin.

It's just that this thing is not only rare, but also expensive. But if you are poor and rich in martial arts, what kind of martial arts do you practice if you are not rich?

Rubbing his hands gradually became hot, Wang Zhong pursed his mouth, and inserted his hands into the iron sand, which was slow at first, but gradually got faster, and his hands rose and fell like lightning, and the iron sand was surging, but it didn't splash out at all. Obviously, the heat has reached a certain level.

Suddenly there was a muffled roar, and the movements of both hands changed, or grasping, or shooting, or fishing, or lifting, or carrying, or twisting, and it was dazzling. The iron sand rattled and the lead tied to the hands also clanged with each other, as if someone fried melon seeds and copper peas, which could be heard from afar.

After about half an hour, his forehead was slightly sweaty, and Wang Zhong raised his hand. The fingers slowly made a few gestures, and the blood and qi were alive, and they rubbed each other again. I wiped the medicinal wine in the same way.

Iron sand palm, an outsider kung fu, is extremely fierce, and it hurts the body, and if you don't use medicine to assist, you can't practice it at all. And at the beginning, you can't iron sand, otherwise the palm will be scrapped, Wang Zhong used rice instead, practiced for two years, I don't know how much food was wasted. Later, the river sand was slowly changed, and finally the iron sand was used when the hands were toughened.

After taking a break, Wang Zhong opened the book of the thread-bound manuscript, and the paper leaves had long been yellow, obviously some age. The traditional Chinese "Iron Sand Palm Secret Biography" written in small block letters with a brush on the top is written on the bottom, and the words "Gu Ruzhang" are written below. There are more than 50 pages in it, the beginning is to talk about the ingredients of medicinal wine, and then open it, it is a gesture, a human shape, although it is a brush line drawing, but it is vivid and lifelike.

The figure is interspersed with annotations, and at the back, there is a dense small text, which is a metaphysical article similar to the Tao Te Ching, and I don't know the source. Wang Zhong studied it carefully for a long time and found that he reconciled his state of mind during the exercises. It's just that some of the sentences in it are profound, and there are many places where the arguments are ambiguous.

This "The Secret Biography of the Iron Sand Palm" is the experience written by Gu Ruzhang, the master of the Iron Palm, and it is very comprehensive. Now that the information is developed, this iron sand palm is not a secret, a search on the Internet, there are a lot of them, but they are different, and each has its own saying. Because the method of practice is simple, it can be said randomly.

It's just that the simpler things are, the more profound truths they often contain in them.

"Practicing martial arts, what we pay attention to is the kung fu of a drop of water and a stone, and the key is a constant word. Other than that, there doesn't seem to be any quick work. It's just that nowadays, it's not very useful. ”

Today's society pays attention to the legal system, hot weapons, and the era of guns. Martial arts are really useless. It's just that this craft has been practiced since he was a child, and he refuses to abandon it. The fist does not leave the hand, the song does not leave the mouth, this iron sand palm skill is okay if you don't practice it for a day or two, but if you don't practice it for a year or two, you will have to regress a lot. Since you have practiced, it is difficult to ride a tiger, otherwise it would be a pity to give up years of hard work.

Wang Zhong looked at the book for a while, but he still read the metaphysics behind it, but he still didn't have any experience, so he had to accept it.

Seeing a tree opposite, Wang Zhong stepped forward and removed the lead block on his hand, and felt much more relaxed. Steadily tied a horse, arm round, "Hula!" brought out the wind. With a snap, it swept across the trunk of the tree, and a large piece of bark was swept away, revealing the white and tender flesh inside.

Jumped up violently, somersaulted, and his hands were in the shape of eagle claws, and he dipped into the ground like a dragonfly in water, and grabbed two green bricks. After standing in the air, I pinched it violently, and I heard two clicks, and the two green bricks were pinched and broken alive, and they were kneaded a few times, and half of the bricks in my hand were cut into brick slag, and the powder flew and was crushed raw.

This is the eagle claw skill in the iron sand palm, Wang Zhong yín has been immersed in this for ten years, so he is very proficient.

Seeing his results, he seemed to be more satisfied, patted the dust on his hands, and cleaned up the iron sand. Seeing that the sky was already clouded, the street lights were all extinguished. Wang Zhong packed up a bag of iron sand, still went down the mountain, and returned to his residence.

"It's only five o'clock, and there is still some time to go to school. Wang Zhong staggered upstairs, and as soon as he entered the house, he felt a chill, and the air conditioner was not open in vain. I looked at the watch, and it was exactly the same time as usual. There are still two hours left to go to school. The above is his compulsory homework every day.

This city is the capital of a province, and the university town is a merger of three or four universities. Wang Zhongcai was admitted and originally lived in the school dormitory, but it was only because he had to practice this iron sand palm, which was not very convenient, so he had to be approved to move out and find this house to rent.

Two bedrooms and one living room, kitchen and toilet, as well as furniture and appliances, six hundred and fifty months. Although the expenses are large, they are clean. What's more, Wang Zhong is a second ancestor, his parents were the first to go to sea in the reform and opening up, and the business is getting bigger and bigger, and they all go abroad. There is no shortage of money to spend. Otherwise, how to refine the iron sand palm, the medicine alone will be terrible. Besides, he himself has to change his tricks every day to cook all kinds of luxuries. It's either chicken or duck.

Practicing this external kung fu, without the assistance of the inner kung fu, is extremely harmful to the body, and the body is not well adjusted, and it collapses very quickly. Wang Zhong also found someone to learn internal kung fu, tai chi or something. It's just that it's all fur, none of them are authentic, usually dancing and dancing, stretching muscles and bones are okay, to prolong life, both inside and outside, don't even think about it. The authentic heirs don't know where to nest in.

"I'm also the true descendant of Iron Sand Palm, but I'm on a thief ship!"

Thinking of his grandfather who died early, Wang Zhong couldn't cry or laugh, I don't know where to get this cheats book is not like a cheats, I don't know what nerves I had when I was young, I lured myself to practice, plus what I watched "Huo Yuanjia" and "Jīng Wumen" I want to fly the eaves and walk the wall, invincible in the world.

As a result, I practiced energetically, and I don't know how much money was spent. Up to now, there have indeed been results, pinching bricks into powder, and opening monuments with one palm or something. Hit a few people, that's not a problem.

It's just, what are you doing when you have nothing to do beating people? Even if you are robbed, hooligans or something, there is also a law of excessive defense, one is not good, and you will be killed with one palm. Needless to say, you will inevitably go to jail for a lawsuit, and you won't be able to get peanuts. No matter how high the martial arts practice is, if you match the gun, the game is over. As for the kind of superman who is not bad, kills with flying swords, and wears underwear backwards, he has lived for more than 20 years, and Wang Zhong has really never seen it.

Although he has practiced iron sand palm for ten years and is almost perfect, Wang Zhong has never seen righteousness and bravery, nor has he been seen by righteousness and bravery, nor has he been a hero to save the United States, nor has he been saved by the United States.

After practicing for so many years, not only did he not live more, but he also failed to fly the eaves and walk the wall, he was invincible in the world, and he couldn't kill people and set fires, rob money and rob him, it didn't come in handy at all, and Wang Zhong couldn't help it. "Who let you be born in this era! ”

picked up a copy of "Water Margin" and read it vigorously, as if he was doing the right thing for heaven in it. This Water Margin is a good book, and Wang Zhong almost can't put it down. After reading a chapter, I drank a few mouthfuls of soup fiercely, and my whole body became hot again: "I still read to wash and read, and now I am poor and rich." ”

Bang bang

"Could it be that the landlord is urging the rent? No, I only paid the first quarter last week. Besides, I didn't come so early. Back then, except for Zhou Papi's midnight rooster crow, Huang Shiren did not collect debts so early. I don't have any acquaintances, so I had to be a robber. ”

A few thoughts quickly turned in Wang Zhong's head, and he also smiled at his witty thoughts. He stepped forward and looked out from the inside of the cat's eye. I saw that it was pitch black, and it was clear that the cat's eye was blocked by someone's hand.

"Good guy, block it and don't let you see it, you are not a good person. ”