C2 Insulting

Wu Junxuan set up the stove and poured a bag of iron sand into it.

"First watch me practice." Wu Jiangxiong walked in front of the iron pot and rolled up his sleeves. He slowly pushed out his arms and channeled all the strength in his body into his hands.

Wu Jiangxiong inserted his hands into the scorching hot iron sand a few times, just like he was frying chestnuts. Wu Jiangxiong's hands slowly began to work, after which he walked to the table beside him, where two stones were placed. Wu Jiangxiong used a bit of strength and struck the rock with his palm.

"Crack …" With a crisp sound, the rock was split apart.

Wu Junxuan was surprised. "Uncle, you're amazing!"

"Our sect's Iron Sand Palm is also known as the 'Breaking Stone Hand'. It has the power to split mountains and break rocks. The one who strikes lightly breaks bones, and the one who strikes heavily dies immediately."

Wu Jiangxiong smeared a bottle of medicine on his hands and said, "Do as I said just now. Pay attention to sinking your Qi into your Dantian and use your hands naturally."

Wu Junxuan took a horse stance and stood in front of the iron pot. Like his uncle, he inserted his hands into the iron sand. "Ahh!" At this moment, the iron sand had already been heated to the extreme, and once his hands were stuck in the sand, it was as if he was on fire. The pain was unbearable.

"Continue practicing..." Practice everyday for half an hour, then train your strength! " Wu Jiangxiong picked up his jacket and walked in front of the door, "I'm going out for a while. Practice hard and don't be lazy!"

"Got it, Uncle!"

"Who would use a meat palm to insert iron sand? What's the difference between this and self-mutilation!" Although Wu Junxuan thought this in his heart, he couldn't go against his uncle's wishes. He could only continue to endure the pain of the fire.

Twenty minutes later, Wu Junxuan's hands looked like they were wearing a layer of gloves. His ten fingers were stiff, and the skin on his hands was a little dry. Some parts of his skin had been scratched by iron sand.

"Come here and drag the sandbag in!" Wu Jiangxiong walked in carrying a sandbag made of canvas and hung it on an iron rack in the yard.

"I'll now teach you techniques and methods of exertion …" Wu Jiangxiong walked in front of the sandbag and swung his right hand forward, using a whip to hit the sandbag. He combined the whip with his body transformation and each blow from his palms sent the sandbag flying high.

"Make a move quickly, and with the power of a whip, bring it to its peak!" Wu Junxuan's hands felt like they were on fire. As they struck the sandbags, the pain in his hands became unbearable.

"Next time, remember to rub the medicine after inserting the iron sand!" With that, Wu Jiangxiong sat down on a stone table beside him. Wu Xiaoluo came out with a cup of tea and placed it on the stone table.

"Big brother …" You should rest for a while. "

"I can't rest, I'll continue to train. Starting from today, I'll train for eight hours a day."

Wu Junxuan's mouth was wide open, and he almost cried. Eight hours later, he would probably die from training.

"You have to throw out your arms, but you have to use your waist strength!" As Wu Junxuan swung his arm, his entire body was filled with energy which made a cracking sound faintly.

This was the reason why Wu Jiangxiong wanted him to practice his basic skills for a few years first. Once his martial arts came out, he would be able to defeat the enemy with his techniques and techniques.

If he didn't even have any skill, he might even lose his life, let alone a fight. In the remaining month, Wu Junxuan did the same thing almost every day. Not only did his body not become crippled from training, it had even become stronger.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed and Wu Junxuan's skill had increased. His hands were now at the intermediate stage, like a pair of iron claws.

"Today is your birthday. After you finish your practice, go buy some food and drink. You must eat more meat during the training. Otherwise, it would be a waste of your energy to not keep up."

During the period of the Republic of China, some martial arts experts had to submit to the imperial government or government officials in order to constantly replenish their physical strength. Some of them even needed to use medicinal herbs to strengthen themselves, so this was one of the reasons why they were poor.

Wu Junxuan put on his coat and walked out of the courtyard. There were only a few dozen households in the village, making it a paradise.

Wu Junxuan came to a butcher's shop. Over the past month, his appetite had grown and grew.

"Boss, give me two catties of beef!"

"Alright …" The boss happily cut off two catties of beef and passed it to Wu Junxuan. Wu Junxuan handed the money over and walked over to another tavern. His uncle usually didn't have any hobbies, he just enjoyed drinking wine.

"Young man, do you want to buy wine?"

"Buy two bottles of wine …" Wu Junxuan's family lived in seclusion here, and they rarely contacted the outside world. Very few people in the village knew them.

Wu Junxuan picked up a bag of cooked food and walked towards his home. However, just as he reached the intersection, he saw two or three people blocking his path.

Wu Junxuan had known these three ever since he was young. They were the three villains whose parents were village cadres who often bullied people by relying on their power.

The village chief's surname was Liu. One of the three young evildoers was called Liu Bo, and the other two were called Liu Wei and Liu Yu.

In the early days, Wu Junxuan had often been bullied by them, and they had fought many times over it. But because Wu Junxuan only had the ability to resist attacks, he didn't fight, so he was always beaten black and blue.

"Halt!"

"What do you want?"

Liu Bo said softly, "After so many years, I've grown taller and stronger!"

"I don't know why, but the moment I saw you, I wanted to beat you up!"

Wu Junxuan frowned and said, "I don't want to fight with you guys, I promise Uncle I won't!"

Liu Wei smiled and said, "So it's your uncle's obedient baby. If it's like this, don't do it. Remember, don't do it."

"Pah!" A slap landed on Wu Junxuan's face. He clenched his fists tightly and stared fixedly at Liu Bo and the other two.

"Why are you unconvinced?" The three men saw that Wu Junxuan didn't want to attack, so they threw punches and kicks at him. Wu Junxuan held his head tight. To him, these punches and kicks were like tickling.

"Brother …" Why did you hit my brother! " Wu Xiaoxiao ran over and pushed Liu Bo away, standing in front of Wu Junxuan to protect him.

"This girl has been a beauty for the past few years, let big brother hug her!"

"Don't... Don't come near me! "

"Then continue fighting …" Wu Junxuan quickly said, "You can hit me, but don't hurt my sister."

"Damn it!" The brothers and sisters are both in need of a beating! " Liu Bo slapped Wu Xiaoluo on the face. Blood instantly flowed out of Wu Xiaoluo's nose.

"Xiao Rou …" How are you? " Wu Junxuan tried his best to protect Wu Xiaoluo, and his heart was set ablaze with anger.

"I think that brat is still the same as always. Let's go play and ignore them." The three of them smiled and left. Wu Junxuan quickly carried Xiao Rou and ran back home.

Wu Xiaoxiao was born weak. As long as she bled, she would not be able to stop. Wu Xiaoluo's face turned pale and she fainted in his arms.

"Uncle, Xiao Rou fainted!"

"Quick, carry him into the house!" Wu Junxuan carried Xiao Rou into the room and put her on the bed.

Blood kept flowing out of Wu Xiaoluo's nose, staining her clothes red.

"You can go first …" Wu Junxuan walked out worriedly. Soon, his uncle came out of the house.

With a gloomy face, Wu Jiangxiong walked over and struck Wu Junxuan's chest with his palm.

"Pfft!" Wu Junxuan felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Why didn't you fight back?"

"Didn't you tell me not to attack anyone else?!" Wu Junxuan covered his chest with his hands. A faint pain came from his chest, as if his internal organs were about to be ripped apart.

"Kneel!" Wu Junxuan fell to his knees, the pain in his chest intensifying.

Wu Jiangxiong frowned and said, "How do I have a nephew like you? Although we can't casually hurt people by attacking the Eight Level Sect, there's no one like you who won't retaliate no matter what!"

"The Wu Clan is also a famous clan. They hid themselves in this place because they were being chased and killed by their enemies to harm their families."

Wu Junxuan started. He realized that his parents had been killed by the enemy today. It was not an accidental death like what he expected.

"Today, I might as well tell you this, the reason why I've been teaching you fist arts day and night is so that you'll meet an enemy one day to avenge our Wu family and your parents!"

"Uncle, so my parents were killed by someone?"

"You're my brother's only bloodline now, so it's up to you to restore my Wu Clan's prestige. Kneel here and reflect on it. If you understand what's going on, then go train and find a chance to return the favor to those kids!"