There were constant "pop-pop-pop" sounds in the courtyard.
Chen Guilan saw that Gu Chen kept beating the sandbag and the bandage on his right hand had been removed, so she hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
"Mom, I'm exercising."
Gu Chen was pulled into the living room by his mother, who took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao and sprayed it on his red palm.
"Your mother, I don't understand, but your mother, I'm not a fool."
Although he was cursing, the spraying action in his hand did not stop at all.
"Mom, let me tell you the truth, I am actually practicing Iron Sand Palm."
"Do you really think I'm stupid? When I practice Iron Sand Palm on TV, I slap the bag on the table. How about you?" Chen Guilan rolled her eyes at him and scolded him angrily.
Gu Chen's mouth twitched. He was really out of his league. Even his mother knew common sense, but he actually wanted to check Qiandu.
"Mom, you know so much. I don't have any conditions, so I'll just make do with it and practice."
Chen Guilan didn't scold him anymore. She knew that her son practiced Tai Chi every day, which was good for his health, so she didn't stop him.
"You're such a big man, you know your own body well, hurry up and give me a grandson for your mother, and I won't care about you anymore."
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Half an hour later, the sound of "pah pah pah" sounded again in the courtyard.
As the afternoon passed, Gu Chen noticed that his hands were bruised and the cyclones in his body had shrunk by half, but he still could not record them on the panel.
“Do we really need special iron sand bags?”
He wasn't sure if it was a problem with the tools, or maybe it was an improper method.
The next day, Uncle Liu sent two more pheasants, and he bickered with his mother for a long time before leaving happily.
Gu Chen was still patting the sandbag.
On the third day, Uncle Liu didn't come.
Gu Chen still patted the sandbag.
On the fourth day, Uncle Liu sent three pheasants early and left.
Gu Chen patted the sandbag again.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Chen stewed all three chickens early in the morning, and drank a large pot of Sanxian soup under the shocked eyes of his mother.
He had just finished Tai Chi twice and looked at the [Attribute Points] column with a silly smile.
"It's really a sudden fortune."
Each serving of Sanxian Tang steadily provides 15 attribute points, and now it has accumulated 117.4 attribute points.
He was not in a hurry to add more points, and decided to keep it first to see what effect the iron sand palm would have after upgrading, and whether it could actually open bricks and gravel as described in the book.
"Bah bang bang!"
An hour later, he stopped to rest and kept spraying Yunnan Baiyao into his palms.
Opening and closing his palms couldn't activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis at all. It wasn't because the method was wrong, but because his palms were as swollen as Papillon's claws.
"It's been all these days, why is there still no response?"
Looking at the three-dimensional screen in front of me, there are still only two martial arts in the [Kung Fu] column.
After resting for ten minutes, I felt that a lot of the congestion in my palms had melted away, and the pain had also eased. However, my palms were still hot and a little itchy.
"Bah bang bang!"
Gu Chen continued to slap the sandbag harder and harder.
He was thinking in his mind, what is the reason why Iron Sand Palm is not included in the panel? Is it really a problem with the tool?
"Fuck!" He slapped the sandbag with his right palm with all his strength.
I feel a little impetuous. If I can't succeed, then the suffering these days will be in vain.
The sandbag was shaken from side to side, and the palms of my hands were sore from the shock.
The only good thing is that the palms of my hands were not bruised, but slightly swollen.
Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and immediately called out the panel with his mind.
I saw the panel shaking.
Gu Chen felt happy in his heart: "Is it going to happen?"
A minute later, the panel was still shaking, but the vibrations were much lighter, but the information on the panel was still unclear.
After five minutes, the panel finally became quiet.
[Name: Gu Chen]
[Shouyuan: 4 years and 330 days]
[Stamina: 11.4]
【Energy: 15.5】
[Skills: Mastery of Chen Style Tai Chi + (22/1000) Proficiency in Breathing and Guidance Technique + (21/1000) ]
[Skill: Iron Palm Beginner + (1/10)]
[Attribute points: 117.4]
Looking at the iron sand palm in the [Skills] column, I finally calmed down. The hard work was not in vain, and the hard work paid off in the end.
But then he realized something was wrong, and his face instantly became depressed.
It's not that physical strength has decreased by 0.2, nor energy has decreased by 0.5, but life span has suddenly become 4 years and 330 days.
"I remember that it was clearly 4 years and 345 days just now, but why was it suddenly missing 15 days?"
When in doubt, ask Qiandu.
He looked through the posts one by one. Although there was no clear answer, they basically pointed to one answer.
Iron Sand Palm is an external strong martial art, so it places great emphasis on muscle strength training.
However, high-intensity exercise can cause excessive fatigue of joint muscles, leading to imbalance of body hormone levels, affecting the immune system and cardiovascular system, accelerating aging and shortening lifespan.
At this point, Gu Chen finally understood that sentence: If you don't practice martial arts, you will be in vain.
What it means is that we must cultivate both internal and external health. Internal strength can increase longevity, while external strength can decrease longevity. One yin and one yang should not lose balance and be in line with the way of life.
"I see, what does that have to do with me?"
He has a plan. Since practicing by yourself will reduce lifespan, wouldn't it be possible to avoid this pitfall by directly using attribute points?
After thinking about it, he was not in a hurry to add more points. He wanted to practice Iron Sand Palm on his own.
After all, attribute points are hard to come by. Although they seem to be a lot now, they are not enough for upgrading. I think it will become more and more difficult to obtain attribute points in the future, so save as much as you can.
"Ding dong! You have a new text message, please check it."
He was about to put down his phone and suddenly clicked on the text message on the notification bar.
"It turns out that the courier has arrived. If it doesn't come early, it won't come later. But I just came after I succeeded."
Gu Chen complained lightly and rode his mother's Emma electric scooter out the door.
In town, Benniao Station.
Gu Chen: "Get the express delivery."
“What’s the pickup code?”
Gu Chen showed the text message on his cell phone to the station manager.
"What are you doing? It's not big, but it's so heavy."
Gu Chen didn't answer. After signing, he put the express package into the trunk. It was full of iron beads, so it wouldn't sink.
Riding a bicycle, I was not in a hurry to go home, but wandered around the town.
After not going home for three years, coupled with land development, house demolition, highway reconstruction, and the rise of retirement resorts, the town has also become lively.
There are many more restaurants that I have never seen before, and there are also many unfamiliar faces.
The entire town is very luxuriously built. Except for the smaller areas, other county towns cannot compare with it.
"Family members, today I will take you to visit a retirement resort that has become very popular recently."
A young girl was dangling a selfie stick, and her tone of voice was clearly not local.
There are people taking pictures, making money through live broadcasts, and scalpers soliciting votes.
Seeing how popular my hometown is, I feel very proud.
Riding a small electric donkey, we walked through the crowd and came to a restaurant that looked pretty good.
"Big goose stewed in iron pot" is the name of this store.
"Yes, this is it."
After practicing Iron Sand Palm all afternoon, he was already "gurgling" from hunger.
While I'm picking up the courier, I go out to see what's available, so I can take some back later to save my mom from cooking.
Park your scooter in the marked area next to the store door.
"Little sister, let's have some goose stewed in an iron pot."
After he entered the door, he said to the little girl who was doing homework at the table far away.
It was just before 4 p.m., and although there were many tourists on the street, it was not time for dinner, so there were very few people in the restaurant, with only one table occupied.
"Grandma, we have guests!"
The little girl didn't move and shouted towards the back of the kitchen.
"Young man, what do you want to eat?"
A middle-aged aunt in her forties or fifties walked towards him and asked him to order with a smile.
"Your signature dish is stewed goose in an iron pot." Gu Chen responded with a smile.
"Are you alone?" The aunt was confused.
Gu Chen: "Yeah!"
After making sure that Gu Chen wasn't lying, he reminded him with a smile: "Young man, you can't finish the meal by yourself."
"It's okay. If you can't finish eating, I'll pack it up."
"Then just wait a moment, it'll be over soon."
The aunt didn't say anything. She wrote and drew in a small notebook and then went into the kitchen.
Gu Chen smiled and looked at the stone table with a big hole dug out in front of him.
With his current appetite, not to mention too much, he would need to add a bowl of white rice to eat one or two big geese.
He took out his cell phone and waited quietly.
About ten minutes or so.
A large iron pot was brought up, still steaming.
"Your iron pot is ready to stew the goose."
Gu Chen paused while playing the game and felt that the voice sounded familiar.
"Ginger red?"
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