After visiting the cafeteria on the next street, Gu Chen rushed back to Hao Jinyuan without stopping.
Only then did he remember that the stick-beating device outside the door had not yet been used.
Soon, he took off all his clothes, wearing only a pair of shorts and bare feet.
I saw that his whole body was smeared with active oil, even the areas on his back that could not be smeared. Anyway, the difference was not big, but there was still one way to go about it.
He first screwed in the thickest wooden stick at the top joint of the machine.
This is made of teak, which is usually the best material for martial arts sticks because it is hard and does not break easily.
He cranked up both power and speed.
"Snapped--"
The stick struck him on the back.
Two seconds later there was another crisp sound.
The strength was estimated to be less than 100 kilograms, and he didn't feel any pain.
Immediately increase to third gear.
This time I felt something, but it was still not enough. At most, it was the full force of a normal person.
Move up one gear again.
"Snapped--"
The sound was loud and powerful, even Gu Chen felt a little pain.
"hiss!"
He couldn't help but make a sound, which was a bit like the feeling of his mother's golden bamboo hitting him.
Of course, this was before he practiced hard kung fu.
After being beaten for more than a dozen times, Gu Chen didn't see any red marks on his back, and the pain wasn't particularly strong, but the effect was pretty good.
So, he immediately adjusted the speed to fourth gear.
The wooden stick whirred as it was being swung, hitting his back again and again.
Gu Chen kept standing until the back was almost hit, and then moved to the front, inner and outer thighs.
Finally, he installed wooden sticks on the lower joints.
He remained motionless like a monk standing at a clock, letting the sticks attack him from all directions.
Just adjust your body position slightly and almost your whole body can be greeted.
He used the breathing and guidance technique and used his mind to guide the energy to repair the damaged muscle fascia.
This continued until half an hour later, when his energy was about to bottom out.
Looking at the panel, he smiled.
The proficiency of the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt increased by fifty, but the life span was only reduced by two days, which was a good deal.
After resting for a while, he began to wash his face with coarse salt again, constantly rubbing his face, eyebrows, behind the ears and the front and back of the neck.
The top and back of the head are still beaten with wooden sticks.
But just in case, he lowered his strength and speed.
The brain is no joke. If you can't bear it and it's opened, the fun will be huge.
In this way, in one afternoon, the proficiency of the Iron Cloth Shirt with the Golden Bell Cover had reached perfection (186/5000).
The days were full, and it was not until the fifth day that Mr. Wu finally took the initiative to contact him.
It stands to reason that he is not short of money now, so there is no need to work part-time.
Although the appearance fee of 20,000 is not low, it is still a far cry from 10 million.
But who would think it’s too much money?
What's more, he promised Wu Yong, so it wouldn't be good if he didn't go.
In total, it only lasted a few hours, which passed in a blink of an eye and did not hinder his practice.
Wushu Association Building.
"Teacher Gu, nice to meet you."
Gu Chen: "I have admired you for a long time!"
As soon as he entered the hall of the Wushu Association, martial arts masters came to him one after another and bowed their hands in greeting.
Gu Chen didn't know many people, so he could only go up to the second floor after being polite.
"Come on, come on, sit here, Teacher Gu."
Wu Yong enthusiastically pulled Gu Chen to sit down in the upper seat.
"By the way, why haven't I seen the president since I've been here for so long?" Gu Chen spoke very straightforwardly.
Every time he comes, the vice president, Wu Yong, is in charge of the arrangements. The president has never seen him, and he doesn't even know his name.
"Haha, he is away for something, so I am responsible for everything."
"I don't know the name of the president?" Gu Chen asked again.
"Wu Zhongxian."
"The surname is Wu? Isn't it also your Wu family?" Gu Chen guessed.
"Yes, he is my eldest brother." Wu Yong did not hide it, after all, everyone knew it.
"The Emotional Martial Arts Association belongs to your family!" Gu Chen said bluntly.
After Wu Yong heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then laughed: "You can't say that. In addition to the president and vice president of the Wushu Association, there are also a group of elders of the Wushu Association who jointly manage it. Many major issues require voting to decide..."
"I see."
Gu Chen finally understood. No wonder the Wushu Association was so poor. It turned out to be joint management.
It is impossible for these people to come up with much money for subsidies. Almost all expenses come from members' dues and state allocations.
However, as the form of ancient martial arts changed, it gradually declined, with fewer and fewer people joining the association and less income.
The country really wanted to develop, but it couldn't see the prospects, so the allocations were getting smaller and smaller.
Moreover, Mr. Wu also vaguely revealed that someone above had embezzled the funds of the Wushu Association, causing the already stretched funds to become even more pitiful.
"Teacher Gu, here it is." Wu Yong said, holding out an envelope in his hand.
"This is……"
Gu Chen opened it, and it was obviously 20,000 in cash.
"Old man, hasn't this started yet?"
Wu Yong: "Haha, it's all the same."
Gu Chen accepted it calmly, but thought to himself: "Looks like I'm going to have some real stuff later."
In the end, Gu Chen not only practiced Tai Chi in the lecture, but also briefly talked about his understanding of Xingyi Quan, and also invited people to come up and compete with him on the spot.
The whole lecture lasted for nearly two hours. A group of martial arts masters benefited a lot and left the Wushu Association one after another with unfinished thoughts.
Time flies, and two days pass in the blink of an eye.
During this period, Gu Chen went to the mountains in the suburbs again, and something surprised him.
He found that while he was practicing his footwork, the proficiency of the Iron Cloth Shirt was also increasing.
Although it is very few, practicing two skills at once is also very good.
He guessed that it must be the effect of those branches hitting his body while he was running.
The only disappointment is that the kicking technique has still not been broken through.
"call--"
Inside the villa No. 28 Hao Jinyuan.
Gu Chen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
I saw a pile of wooden sticks on the ground, but they were all broken.
As proficiency increases, the intensity gradually becomes insufficient.
So I adjusted the speed and strength to the highest level, but I didn't last for a few minutes. Not only did my proficiency not improve, but the wooden sticks broke one after another.
Then he replaced it with a nylon stick, and the effect was much better. His proficiency increased rapidly, and his longevity also dropped for more than a month.
Finally, swinging the nylon stick too fast can cause the stick to bend.
When adjusted to the fifth gear, the nylon stick can even bend to sixty or seventy degrees during swinging.
In this way, a large part of the power brought by the motor is converted into elastic potential energy, and the elastic potential energy cannot be perfectly converted into kinetic energy, resulting in the overall effect of the fifth gear not being as good as a wooden stick.
At this moment, Gu Chen had replaced it with a solid iron rod made of special steel.
To be honest, this iron rod is heavy in the palm of your hand and quite exciting.
Before testing it, Gu Chen knew that the effect would certainly not be bad.
"Bang——"
The moment the machine was started, there was a sudden muffled sound, accompanied by Gu Chen's slightly angry voice.
Gu Chen couldn't stand still and was knocked out more than two meters by the iron rod.
"Damn, I forgot to change gears."
After practicing before, he just turned off the power, and the gear was still the highest five.
At this time, his back hurt, and several red marks appeared on his fair skin.
In that short period of time, he received five or six blows on his back.
Gu Chen stood up slowly, using his strength to repair the broken capillaries.
The machine continued to swing the iron rod, and the air made a "whirring" sound.
"Grandpa, this grandson called you again!..."
"Mom, is something wrong?" Gu Chen asked.
"Son, didn't you say you would be back in a few days?"
Chen Guilan's laughing voice came from the phone, as if she was talking to someone.
"It's almost time. You should be able to go home tomorrow. What's wrong?" Gu Chen asked.
"Oh, hurry up then, something good is coming!"
Gu Chen: "Mom, what's so good?"
"Hey, Mom, can you hear me? What's a good thing?" Gu Chen asked again.
"Hey, hey..."
"Dududu——"
"What's going on!" He looked at the phone.
(ー_ー)!!
Gu Chen felt very speechless. If he had anything to say, couldn't he say it on the phone?
