"Skin training relies on the power of medicine. At the same time, you must be able to endure pain and endure hardships in order to stimulate the power of the medicine and achieve the purpose of strengthening the skin."
Yuan Cheng told Zhao Lin this, and it was also true.
Pat the hot iron sand with your palms and beat your whole body with the iron sand bag. The process is extremely painful.
However, Zhao Lin's physical strength is not what it used to be, and coupled with his determination to practice martial arts, he gritted his teeth and persevered.
After only one day of training, my body was bruised and bruised, and the skin and flesh even peeled off in many places. However, new skin and flesh quickly grew back the next day.
After more than ten days, all the skin on his body was replaced. To his surprise, the new skin was lighter in color.
A pair of palms in particular were glowing with a faint glistening white color. They were not the black and thick colors he had imagined for hands that had practiced iron sand palm.
Zhao Lin's height has grown by a few centimeters, reaching nearly 1.8 meters, and his strength is still growing slowly and steadily.
Every time after eating, a new white mist will appear in the grid where the bear is located in the spirit animal diagram. The white mist will be released to replenish physical strength and at the same time breed new strength.
Zhao Lin tried it when no one was paying attention, and was able to easily lift the stone urn containing two iron locks.
A stone urn weighs one hundred kilograms, and an iron lock weighs two hundred kilograms. The total is five hundred kilograms.
"If I remember correctly, this result has exceeded the previous world record of 70kg clean and jerk, and it has exceeded it by a lot."
Zhao Lin felt that in terms of strength alone, he might have no opponent in the realm of strength. As long as he practiced his boxing skills well, he would have no fear of any opponent in actual combat.
"Senior brother, you see I have free time besides skin training every day. Can you teach me boxing skills?"
Yuan Cheng laughed when he heard this, "Okay, others will die when they start practicing skin training. Since you have the energy to spare, of course it's no problem."
As he spoke, he walked to the open space, made a sign of Liuhe Fist, and said: "I will teach you the boxing moves, you first memorize them by rote."
"When the day comes when I randomly name a move and you can use it without thinking, I will break down each move and explain it to you."
Zhao Lin understands the rationale: practice the routine first, then learn and apply it.
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"Brother, I want to go to the city to sell goods tomorrow, what do you think?"
During dinner that night, brother Zhao Shan mentioned to Zhao Lin what they had discussed before.
It has been a month since Zhao Shan returned home. He no longer needs to pretend to be sick and can go out for activities.
During this time, he kept weaving bamboo strips. The yard was filled with bamboo baskets and baskets, and there was almost nowhere to put his feet.
Zhao Lin said: "Okay, there is a grocery market in the west of the city. I have visited it. It would be suitable to set up a stall there."
Now the family only has income and no income. If my brother can make money from this, it will be a small help.
The next day, the brothers came to the grocery market with bamboo products.
Zhao Lin went to the market and asked Master Xu. The stall fee was three cents per day, and the monthly payment was only fifty cents.
He directly paid one month's rent, then set up a stall with his brother and went to Liuhemen to practice martial arts.
In the evening, Zhao Lin returned to the grocery market and saw his brother sitting in a daze at an empty stall. He smiled and said, "Brother, the business is so good, they are all sold out?"
Zhao Shan looked embarrassed and hesitated: "Business is not bad."
Looking at his expression, Zhao Lin knew something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong? Someone is causing trouble for you?"
Zhao Shan sighed and told what happened.
It turned out that the things Zhao Shan made were exquisite, easy to use, and cheap. He sold seven or eight pieces in one morning.
In the afternoon, a group of men in black came to the market and collected money from each stall.
Zhao Shan inquired at the stall next to him and found out that this group of people were members of the White Horse Gang. When doing business here, in addition to paying money to the government, they also had to pay a protection fee to the White Horse Gang.
"How much is the protection fee?"
"It's the same as the stall fee, fifty cents." The vendor next to him replied.
As soon as Zhao Shan thought about it, the dozen pence he earned was not enough to pay the protection fee, and besides, he was not willing to hand it over, so he abandoned the stall and slipped out of the back door of the market before the Baima Gang came to him.
When he saw the people from the White Horse Gang leaving from a distance, he carefully returned to his stall and found that the things had been brought to him.
"You said the gang that collects money is called the White Horse Gang, right?" Zhao Lin asked after listening.
"Yes, I heard it's a big gang."
Zhao Shan looked at his brother with some worry, "Don't be tough with them. The worst is, I'll give them the money tomorrow. I've done the math, and I can actually make a profit."
Zhao Lin shook his head first, then nodded, "It doesn't matter, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
He has worked at the dock and has a good understanding of the distribution of power in the county.
Gangs are concentrated in Dongcheng and Beicheng, while Xicheng and Nancheng are areas where the government and sects are located. Gangs are weak in power, and only small gangs with no influence can make a living here.
Of course, even a small gang cannot be dealt with by him alone.
However, he is now an apprentice at Liuhe Sect, so he can still try to pull off the tiger's skin and pull the flag.
Although Yuan Chengcheng warned him when he entered the door not to cause trouble outside, and the sect would not intervene if something went wrong, this training uniform itself represented the Liuhe Sect's identity.
If the opponent doesn't accept this, then make a tactical retreat for the time being...
Liuhemen has one day off every five days, and the next day happened to be a day off, so Zhao Lin accompanied his brother to the grocery market again.
He did nothing, just waited in front of the stall for the White Horse Gang to show up.
At noon, there was a lot of excitement in the market. A lean man with a goatee walked in with a group of men in black.
"Mr. Chen, I didn't leave the stall the day before yesterday. I will give you this month's protection fee..."
With his hands behind his goatee, he walked through each stall as if he were walking. Anyone who had missed paying protection fees before made up for it one by one with a smile on his face.
"Is this a student from Liuhe Sect?"
Goatee had seen Zhao Lin early in the morning and pretended not to see him. When he came to the stall, he asked in surprise.
Zhao Lin said calmly: "It's hard to say that I'm a student, but I'm actually practicing martial arts at Liuhemen."
"Then who is this?" Goatee glanced at Zhao Shan.
"My brother, I set up a stall here the day before yesterday. I had no money to pay the protection fee, so everything was taken away." Zhao Lin said in a deep voice.
"Is there such a thing?"
Goatee looked at his left and right men angrily and asked, "Did you take the things away?"
The men looked at each other in confusion, and one of them said: "We saw someone selling things at this stall from a distance, but when we came, the person was gone and the things were taken away."
"Bastard! How can you do such a thing and not return the things?" Goatee said angrily.
"Everything... has been divided." The subordinate said just now.
"Oh, what should I do?" Goatee said to Zhao Lin apologetically.
"Yeah, what should I do?"
Zhao Lin calmly kicked the ball back.
It's not that he feels bad about that, it's just that these gang members are the most snobbish, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. You must show toughness to make them afraid, otherwise they will follow the stick.
"My subordinates have no sense of propriety. How about compensation according to the price?" Goatee immediately gave a compensation plan.
"No need, a few bamboo baskets aren't worth much." Zhao Shan interjected.
Goatee acted as if he didn't hear anything, and took out a bunch of copper coins from his arms, "Please accept it if you appreciate me."
Zhao Lin winked at his brother, and Zhao Shan had the courage to accept it.
