Chapter 25 Iron Mountain Kung Fu

"You want me to teach you to read more in my spare time?"

Master Liu stroked his beard, his tone was not sad or happy.

"Yes, Master, I want to learn a certain number of words in the shortest time, at least to be able to read and write, this is my tuition." Zhong Lin said in a deep voice.

Master Liu, who was about to scold Zhong Lin, was suddenly choked by the five-liang silver on the table.

It turns out that money can solve 99% of the problems in this world, and the remaining one percent is that there is not enough money.

"Since you are so eager to learn, I agree. You can come to see me every afternoon."

"Yes."

Master Liu brushed the table with his hands behind his back, lightly, but the silver on the table had disappeared.

In the morning, Zhong Lin discovered something. The full-level calligraphy skill made him have an unknown number of times more ability to recognize words.

The characters in this world are similar to Chinese characters, and are also pictographic characters. The full-level calligraphy can help Zhong Lin better analyze the strokes and structure of these characters. You should know that understanding-based memory is much faster than rote memorization. In a day, not to mention ten characters, even a hundred characters can be recognized.

And there is plenty of time. Zhong Lin is just a painter in the yamen, not a constable. He only needs to report once every morning. In theory, he needs to stay in the yamen, but no one cares about him. Zhong Lin just took this opportunity to learn to read, but it can't last long, so he must complete the task of learning to read in the shortest time.

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"Brother Zhong, this is Lao Zhou, an old man in our yamen. Basically, all the constables who learn martial arts have consulted Lao Zhou, and even Xue Tou has consulted Lao Zhou."

Chi Yan pointed to a constable with gray hair and black clothes and praised him.

This Lao Zhou looks to be in his fifties, with gray hair on his temples, but his posture is extremely upright, and his eyes are even sharper and brighter.

Although there are martial arts secrets in the martial arts pavilion, if you really hold the book and read it, you don’t know when you can get on the right track. The best way is to find someone to teach you step by step.

So Zhong Lin asked Chi Yan to help find a teacher.

This old Zhou is the enlightenment teacher recommended by Chi Yan. He is also a constable in the county government. However, because of his old age, he basically does not catch thieves, but handles some miscellaneous matters in the government office.

"Although Lao Zhou is only at the ninth level of the skin grinding realm, he has been practicing "Flying Crane Fist" for many years. It is enough to be your martial arts enlightenment teacher."

Zhong Lin did not dare to neglect it, and bowed his hands and saluted: "Zhong Lin meets Mr. Zhou. This is a small gift, not a respect."

Lao Zhou waved his hand and said with a smile: "There is no such thing as Mr. Zhou. Just call me Lao Zhou. We are all people in the government office. Just say it. Forget about the gift."

"Are you sure, Lao Zhou? This is a twenty-year-old Huadiao wine that Brother Zhong specially went to Baishanlou to get for you. This jar costs five taels of silver." Chi Yan teased.

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Zhou's eyes were fixed on the wine jar in Zhong Lin's hand, his eyes were shining, and he swallowed unconsciously.

"It's too expensive, too expensive, then I won't be polite."

He took the wine jar from Zhong Lin's hand, slapped the seal on it and sniffed it gently, then said with a happy face: "It is indeed the Zui Hua Diao from Baishanlou, good wine, good wine!"

"As long as you like it, Mr. Zhou."

"I told you not to call me Mr. Zhou, just call me Old Zhou, come, let me touch your bones first."

"Touch bones?"

Zhong Lin looked excited, wondering if he was the legendary martial arts genius.

Old Zhou knew what Zhong Lin was thinking by looking at his appearance, and said with a smile: "I touch the bones, not the root bones, mainly to see your bone shape and see which martial arts are suitable for you to practice."

After that, he took Zhong Lin's hand and pinched his wrist bones, shoulders, hip bones, and spine behind his back.

After a while, he stopped and said in amazement: "Zhong Lin, your bones are really good, with a standard tiger back and wasp waist, but the food you ate before was not good enough, so you didn't develop it. How old are you this year?"

"Fifteen, almost sixteen."

"That's OK, you can grow back. Eat more meat in the future, and go to the clinic to ask the doctor to prescribe some supplements for you. By then, you will grow taller, at least six feet tall." Xiao Zhou said.

"Mr. Zhou, what kind of martial arts do you think is suitable for me to practice?" Zhong Lin asked.

Zhong Lin had just entered the Wu Pavilion, which contained thirteen kinds of martial arts secrets, all of which were complete secrets, but with different focuses.

Sometimes the stronger the secrets, the better, but the more suitable they are for you, the better.

Old Zhou smiled and said: "People with bones like you are most suitable for practicing real fist and foot kung fu, and the Iron Mountain Kung Fu is most suitable for you."

"The Iron Mountain Kung Fu? Xue Tou also practiced this martial arts before. With a pair of iron fists, he was invincible in the entire Heishan County. I didn't expect that you, brother Zhong, are also suitable for practicing this kung fu." Chi Yan said in surprise.

No mistakes, just read the content of the first 6-9 book!

Lao Zhou nodded and said: "Light as the willows and deep as the wind, the old ape crosses the sun to support me. This is a powerful and heavy martial art, which emphasizes the use of one force to defeat ten skills. Zhong Lin, do you know how to read?"

"I know some of them, but not all. Now I am learning to read from Master Liu in the south of the city." Zhong Lin said.

"It's good to know how to read. There are many formulas in the secret book. After you know the characters, you can recite these formulas more and try to figure out the mysteries. As for now, you can practice the moves first. I studied this martial art for a while when I was young. Come, I will teach you."

Old Zhou took off his clothes, revealing a body of tendons that was obviously old but not inferior to that of young people. He raised his arms and stepped on the Tiangang.

"The purpose of practicing moves is to move the blood in the body so that the blood can flow faster, so as to achieve the purpose of tempering the body. The lower three grades of the ninth grade of martial arts are all based on physical training. No matter what kind of martial arts, it is the same, but the emphasis is different. For example, the "Flying Crane Fist" I major in is based on lightness, movement, and body movements."

Old Zhou practiced in a rigid manner, one move after another, extremely smoothly, from simple to complex, and the degree of movement gradually increased. At first, he just punched and kicked, and later there were high-difficulty moves such as volley flips.

About seven or eight minutes later, Old Zhou finally finished the work, wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued: "I'm really old!"

After Old Zhou adjusted his breath for a while, he recovered his breath and began to teach Zhong Lin how to box.

At first, Zhong Lin's movements were very stiff and intermittent, especially those difficult movements that he couldn't do at all.

Later, he barely practiced the whole boxing method by imitating others, and it took a whole hour.

"Okay, let's stop here today, it's time to go home."

Zhong Lin also wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Mr. Zhou waved his hand and walked away with the wine jar.

Chi Yan also sat up from the chair and said without waiting for Zhong Lin to speak, "Brother Zhong, do you have silver on you? Lend me three taels of silver for emergency."

Zhong Lin was stunned when he heard this, but he still took out three taels of silver from his arms and handed it over.

"Thank you."