Liang Kuan became a disciple, and Chen Kang gave him a red envelope of fifty taels of silver.

Liang Kuan was moved to tears.

really.

Only money can make people happy.

After finishing the apprenticeship banquet.

Chen Kang said to Liang Kuan: "Liang Kuan, you have to study hard with Master Huang. Even I want to learn martial arts from Master Huang."

After acquiring Wong Fei-hung's Hong Fist technique and breathing techniques, Chen Kang is confident that he can take his martial arts to the next level.

Liang Kuan said: Mr. Chen Kang, I will definitely learn from Master."

…

The Shahe Gang was destroyed, and Yan Zhendong's wish to open a martial arts school came to nothing.

Without the Shahe Gang, no one would give him the money to rent a house and open a martial arts gym.

Yan Zhendong felt empty in his heart, like a bereaved dog. No, he was worse than a bereaved dog. Because in Foshan, he had no home at all.

Chen Kang returned to the rental house.

The admiral was escorted to the capital for trial, and the Yamen's wanted order against Chen Kang was cancelled.

Chen Kang is not afraid of admirals or yamen, but that doesn't mean he likes being wanted.

Who wants to live in hiding when they can live openly and honestly?

"In the final analysis, I am still not strong enough." Chen Kang secretly thought, "If I were a martial arts master, or even a grand master, then no one would dare to provoke me, right?"

Liang Kuan went to Baozhilin, and there would be no more people to run errands for Chen Kang in the future.

However, Chen Kang didn't care.

I am used to being alone.

Even if Liang Kuan doesn't have to run errands, he can still get things done by himself. Otherwise, just spend some money and hire someone to run errands for you.

The one thousand taels of silver rewarded by the shopkeeper of Jifu Tower made Chen Kang feel comfortable now. He did not need to worry about money for the time being.

Yan Zhendong came to see Chen Kang again.

Chen Kang said: "Master Yan, your injury is healed?"

Yan Zhendong said: "I have rough skin and thick flesh, so it's no big deal."

Chen Kang nodded and said, "That's good. Master Yan, come in and sit down quickly."

…

Chen Kang poured a bowl of cold water for Yan Zhendong and said, "Here, drink some water. Master Yan, what are your plans in the future?"

Yan Zhendong was silent for a while and said: "I plan to return to my hometown in Shandong."

Yan Zhendong was a little disheartened.

Before competing with Huang Feihong, he was full of confidence, thinking that his martial arts was the strongest and he could be the best in Foshan.

Especially after killing Master Yue, Yan Zhendong became even more confident.

However, after losing to Chen Kang and Huang Feihong one after another, Yan Zhendong realized that he was not the strongest in Foshan.

Hard Qigong in an iron cloth shirt cannot stop the bullets of foreign guns.

Yan Zhendong, who had worked hard for decades, could actually lose to an ordinary person who could shoot a foreign gun. Yan Zhendong couldn't accept it.

Yan Zhendong said: "Martial arts is not invincible. Mr. Chen Kang, no matter how well we practice martial arts, it seems to be meaningless. Do you think there is still hope for martial arts?"

Chen Kang said: "It depends on how we define martial arts. Some people think martial arts is violence, and some people practice martial arts for health. Martial arts is indeed not as sharp as guns."

Chen Kang did not feel disappointed or frustrated.

There is no comparison between martial arts and guns.

Why do we have to compare the two?

Chen Kang practices martial arts not just to pursue attack power, but to explore the mysteries of martial arts.

I want to see if practicing martial arts to a high level will help me live a few more years.

Kill the enemy?

Chen Kang put it second.

Chen Kang wished that there would be no enemies in the future, no one to provoke and threaten him. That would be the best.

Yan Zhendong was silent for a while and said: "Mr. Chen Kang, I want to borrow some money from you."

Chen Kang said: "Master Yan, I have trained your iron cloth shirt and need help. I ask you to help me train and give you ten taels of silver a day. It only takes five days. I won't delay your return to your hometown in Shandong."

Yan Zhendong knew that Chen Kang was giving him money in disguise.

Chen Kang did this because he was concerned about Yan Zhendong's feelings.

But.

It is true that Chen Kang wants Yan Zhendong to assist him in training.

Yan Zhendong is a master and has a deep understanding of Tiebushan. Asking him for help, Chen Kang only spent ten taels of silver a day, which was not a loss.

…

Chen Kang was naked from the waist up, with a layer of oil on his skin.

"Master Yan, let's start." Chen Kang said.

Yan Zhendong held a black solid wood stick as thick as his arm, nodded and said: "Okay. Mr. Chen Kang, you can remind me what kind of strength is needed."

Bang bang bang...

Yan Zhendong beat Chen Kang all over with an iron and wooden stick.

Chen Kang used his breathing to control the muscles and bones of his body to resist the blows from the stick.

Chen Kang said: "Master Yan, you can be more powerful. I can bear it. If my body reaches the limit of endurance, I will let you stop."

The power of Yan Zhendong's swing of the stick became even stronger.

Every time the stick went down, Chen Kang's whole body trembled.

Chen Kang's skin began to turn red and his breathing became heavier. The force on the stick was transmitted to his muscles and bones, causing them to become numb.

Um.

The strength is just right now.

If the strength is small, the effect of exercising the body cannot be achieved.

No matter how strong the force is, it will exceed the body's ability to withstand it, and Chen Kang will be injured.

Chen Kang's eyes were bright and his expression was focused. He was carefully feeling the feeling of the stick hitting his body.

Chen Kang is becoming more and more proficient in using Tiebushan's force-generating skills.

Chen Kang's body defense also gradually improved.

Half an hour later.

Chen Kang's body reached its limit, and the ground was soaked with sweat.

"stop."

Chen Kang said.

Yan Zhendong stopped tapping.

Yan Zhendong was also sweating.

Assisting Chen Kang in training the iron cloth shirt is actually not easy. Yan Zhendong has to accurately control the power of the stick.

After tapping continuously for half an hour, Yan Zhendong was also a little tired.

Yan Zhendong said: "Mr. Chen Kang, how do you feel?"

Chen Kang smiled and said: "It feels comfortable. I feel that the blood in my body flows more smoothly. It really makes my whole body feel comfortable."

Yan Zhendong said: "Mr. Chen Kang, you have already mastered the iron cloth shirt, but it still lacks some heat. Next, you can practice with a sword."

Chen Kang shook his head and said: "Using swords to train Tiebu Shi? Let's forget it. Just use blunt objects to hit the body and enhance physical fitness. I am not training Tiebu Shi to resist the sharp edge of the sword."

Chen Kang's purpose is very clear. He practices iron cloth shirt just to enhance his physical quality and physical fitness.

As for the defensive power of the iron cloth shirt, Chen Kang didn't care.

After all, humans are made of flesh and blood. Even if you practice Henglian martial arts to the extreme, you cannot be truly indestructible.

Wouldn't it be better to wear armor for defense?

originally.

Chen Kang planned to let Yan Zhendong assist him in training for five days, but he did not expect that he would train for seven days.
To be continued...