"Dad, shouldn't I start with twenty kilograms of iron clothing? How come it's fifty kilograms at the beginning?"
Su Qiulian's upper body was bare and wet. The sweat flowed along the skin to the hollow iron clothes and seeped into the iron sand, adding a bit of weight. And when the iron sand was full of sweat, the rest dripped on the wooden stakes. He stepped on the wooden stakes and moved quickly, which increased the risk of slipping.
According to the records in the yellow book, this 'iron-clad plum blossom pile' was not practiced by beginners like him. It was a step in the third stage of practice.
Su Bin was tinkering with something with a stone bowl and seemed not to hear.
Seeing this, Su Qiulian had no choice but to grit his teeth and persist.
However, what Su Qiulian didn't know was that Su Bin's heart was actually not as peaceful as he seemed on the surface.
Initially, Su Bin really planned to start with a 20-pound iron jacket, step by step to let Su Qiu adapt to it, and then gradually increase the weight and plum blossom pile training. But after just a simple test, the result was beyond Su Bin's expectation. His son's strength was far superior to that of an average adult, his skills were even more powerful and agile, and his breath was long.
I climbed up the mountain without blushing or out of breath, crossed the single-plank bridge without swaying, jumped among the trees, and swam under the river.
The few tests were actually the methods Su Bin learned from the secret department to select "martial arts training materials". Even with the participation of the elite sergeants in the mansion, it would take several months of training to achieve results, and they could barely meet the requirements for practicing Xiang Di Kung Fu.
In Su Bin's initial vision, his unconventional son, although he had practiced martial arts for several years, learned a few kung fu, and had his own occasional guidance and corrections, at most, his foundation was more solid than that of ordinary martial artists, and he was not yet an adult yet. , The body is not strong, and the strength cannot be strong. There is still a gap between him and an adult. Wearing a twenty-pound iron suit for training is barely enough.
To this end, Su Bin took out the medicinal materials that had been hidden for many years and prepared to nourish the body with medicinal food, medicinal wine to activate the muscles and collaterals, and medicinal baths to nourish the body...
But in the end, it seems that my son... is of little use! ?
Sure enough, when Su Bin put a fifty kilogram iron coat on Su Qiulian and then performed the 'iron coat plum blossom pile', he found that his son was really talented, and he was a little strange to be outstanding.
Is it because I usually pay too little attention to this brat?
Su Bin couldn't help but reflect.
After reflection, he overturned all previous preparations, skipped the early 'foundation building' stage, and went directly to the real practice of 'tempering the body'.
Practice is the real core of "Xiang Di Gong".
The iron-clad plum-blossom pile is just the simplest task in it.
Starting from this lesson, some secret medicines must be prepared, otherwise, people will be trained to death.
Su Qiulian practiced the iron suit plum blossom pile for another half an hour. She felt that her toes were no longer her own, and her pants were several kilograms heavier. The fifty kilogram iron suit collided with her body as she moved, causing the body surface to turn red and bruises visible on her shoulders.
"Dad, are you okay?" Su Qiulian stopped and asked as if he was dying.
Su Bin was tinkering with another medicinal material at this time. Hearing this, he paused, nodded and said, "That's it. Drink some water and rest for a while."
Su Qiulian was overjoyed and quickly took off his heavy iron clothes and jumped off the wooden stake.
After about a meal, Su Qiulian scraped the 'mud' off his body with his fingers in boredom. Just when he was about to tell his father to take a bath, he heard Su Bin say: "Have a rest. Let's start after we have a rest."
"Huh? Start with what?"
"Mountain climbing." Su Bin stood up, holding a water bag and threw it on Su Qiulian, "Do you remember the mountain yesterday? Put on the iron clothes, climb up, and then climb down. Once completed, today's homework is over. "
Su Qiulian immediately cried in despair, and Su Bin struck mercilessly: "Today is just for you to adapt. From tomorrow on, in addition to wearing plum blossom piles, climbing mountains, and swimming against the current."
"But, I still have to work for the gang..." Su Qiulian said.
"From tomorrow on, you don't have to go to Heyang to help. Yesterday, my father asked for personal leave on the grounds that he was terminally ill and was not going to die soon, so he needed you to accompany him on his last journey." Su Bin coughed a few times at the right time. "Of course, you are still a disciple of the Heyang Gang, but you will not receive your monthly salary during this period."
Su Qiulian opened his mouth slightly, looking a little confused.
"Let's go hiking together."
Su Bin showed a fatherly smile: "It just so happens that Dad may not have moved for a long time."
"Dad, aren't you in poor health...?" Su Qiulian couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
"I know my body best, so relax." Su Bin opened the door and walked out.
Seeing this, Su Qiulian had no choice but to pick up the water bag, put on his iron clothes, and put on a coat to block it, and then chased after him covered in stinking sweat.
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At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and there were two figures climbing on a steep peak that was rarely visited by people.
One of them is as strong as an ape. With a grab and a push, his body climbs up a long distance. The other person walked slowly and timidly. From time to time, gravel and soil slipped from his side. He was so frightened that he clung to the mountain wall and did not dare to move.
In a short time, the former had reached the top of the mountain and looked into the distance.
The latter is still crawling slowly in the middle and lower part of the mountain.
Looking at the figure that had disappeared from sight, Su Qiulian was not surprised. Although his father was ill, his abilities were not comparable to those of ordinary people. He thought that his strength was not bad, but compared to his father who was from the 'Secret Ministry' , still a lot worse.
Perhaps, when he reaches the second level of Xiang Earth Kung Fu, he will be able to catch up with his father.
Su Qiulian was thinking, but his eyes were looking for the concave and convex parts of the mountain.
He climbed slowly not because of his own incompetence, but because he suddenly gained fifty kilograms. Some of the seemingly stable rock pits may not be able to withstand his weight at this moment.
Putting on the iron suit, he now weighs no less than his father, maybe even heavier.
The dangerous peak is extremely high, and there are several higher peaks around it. It was originally called Wuzhi Mountain, but now only four fingers are left. The missing Index Finger Mountain is said to have suddenly collapsed one day, and a village So it was buried, and no one has come here since.
At this time, Su Qiulian was climbing Wei Zhi Mountain in Wuzhi Mountain.
Although Wei Zhi Mountain is the shortest of the four mountains, it is still scary high.
Su Qiu practiced for an hour and finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Not long after, he followed his father down the mountain.
Then head to the river and swim upstream in the rapids.
In the water, the body feels like it is filled with lead. Every movement is subject to great resistance, making it difficult to move. The physical exertion is much greater than climbing a mountain. You can still stand and rest when climbing a mountain, but in the water, you are moving all the time, because if you don't advance, you will retreat.
When the sun turned to the west and was about to disappear on the horizon, the father and son returned to the city.
They bought some vegetables on the street and meat at the butcher stall, and then walked towards home. However, not far from home, they both stopped at the same time and turned to look at the people gathered on the right. Together, they seemed to be watching some lively group of people.
If it were a normal bustle, neither father nor son would pay attention. At most, they would glance at it from a distance without stopping.
But this time, it was not an ordinary bustle.
