Simulation of all things: starting with copper skin and iron bones

Wei An understood, sighed, and said to himself: "I didn't expect Yanjiabao to be so terrifying!"

If a person can predict the future and learn about the tragedies that will happen in the future, he will naturally find a way to change his own fate, and even change the fate of this blacksmith shop.

However, facing a giant like Yanjiabao, how easy is it to change one's destiny?

It is as difficult as climbing the sky!

Fortunately, there are still seven years to go before Yan Xingkong slaughtered Zhang Ji Blacksmith Shop.

In seven years, everything is expected to change.

"Be stronger! I must become stronger as soon as possible."

Wei An rubbed his sore arm, feeling that he was weak, but there was a hint of determination in the depths of his child's hole.

"Uncle Lu, are there any warriors in Dafeng Town?" Wei An asked seemingly casually.

"Have!"

Lu Ping's answer did not disappoint Wei An, "There lives a master in the south of the town, who is quite famous, and his name is... his name is Wan Yunhe."

He thought for a while and continued: "Well, I heard that this Wan Yunhe is the successor of Hunyuan Iron Body Art. When he was young, he roamed the rivers and lakes and killed many people. When he was old, he retreated to the rivers and lakes and opened a small shop in his own home. The martial arts hall accepts apprentices to teach martial arts, and many children in the town learn martial arts from him."

"Wan Yunhe!"

Wei An deeply remembered this name.

in the afternoon.

Wei An did not continue to pull the bellows, but instead taught Zhang Mingzhu calligraphy, so that he could relax a little bit and ease his sore arms.

Zhang Mingzhu is very well-behaved, not self-willed, and does not lose her temper indiscriminately.

And Wei An is a genuine calligrapher with superb skills, and Zhang Mingzhu can digest it for several days if he teaches something casually.

Zhang Mingzhu works hard and doesn't make trouble, Wei An is also relaxed.

"Well, I still have 10 low-grade rough stones, and I can simulate it once. What should I simulate?"

Wei An looked around.

After his wife's blood loss, he became much more cautious.

"Is Master Zhang here?"

Suddenly, a loud voice came through the door. It was so loud that all the blacksmiths turned their heads.

Wei An also looked up, and saw a tall young man at the door of the blacksmith's shop, 1.8 meters tall, with muscles spanning his body, prominent cheekbones, and wearing a short jacket.

"I'm Zhang Sanqiao, who is your honor?"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Sanqiao went up to meet him, with a smile on his face, and cupped his hands.

"Oh, Song Qingsong, under the order of my family teacher Wan Yunhe, came here to order twenty wooden dummy posts." The strong young man also cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"Order twenty wooden dummy stakes, easy to talk about!" Zhang Sanqiao smiled happily. His blacksmith shop can forge anything, and wooden dummy stakes have been made before, and he is experienced.

Song Qingsong nodded and asked, "How much is the deposit?"

Zhang Sanqiao reported the number immediately, and Song Qingsong paid the deposit without saying anything.

Afterwards, Song Qingsong made some additional requests, then turned and left.

"Not bad, another big order."

Zhang Sanqiao walked back to the forging room, with a smile on his face, he waved to the four workers: "Wang Laosan, Wang Laowu, Liu Dali, and Lao Hu, you four come here."

The four guys who were named rushed over.

Not surprisingly, Zhang Sanqiao handed over the big order to the four of them. Counting Zhang Sanqiao himself, five people will make twenty wooden dummy piles, four for each person.

"According to previous experience, if all goes well, a wooden dummy can be made in three or four days. We will try to finish it within half a month. What do you think?" Zhang Sanqiao asked in a discussing tone.

"no problem."

The four guys had no objections.

Wei An watched this scene, and a thought came to his mind.

day by day...

Wei An's life is very regular. In the morning, he beats Lu Ping, pulls bellows, beats rough iron, etc. In the afternoon, he teaches Zhang Mingzhu calligraphy, which can be regarded as a combination of work and rest.

As the workload continued to increase, his appetite also increased a lot, and after his body gradually adapted, he became more and more energetic.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

All twenty wooden dummy posts were made,

This wooden mannequin is made of wood, the key parts are covered with iron sheets, and it is equipped with pile hands and feet, which can be moved flexibly.

Wei An fiddled with it by himself, and lightly moved the pile hand, and the pile hand immediately spun and hit. It was okay to play with one pile hand.

The seemingly simple structure of the wooden dummy is actually a combination of attacking, technique, footwork and legwork.

"The wooden dummy can exercise the strength of the contact parts of the hands and legs, the overall mobility of the whole body, and the flexibility of footwork." Wei An understood clearly.

04 Ninth Rank of Martial Arts

"The wooden dummy is finished, everyone has worked hard."

Zhang Sanqiao laughed, carefully inspected each wooden dummy, and after confirming that there was no problem, he nodded and said, "It's time to deliver the goods."

Immediately, he ordered a few guys to pull four flatbed trucks and load twenty wooden dummy piles onto the trucks.

"Master, let me deliver the goods." Wei An found Zhang Sanqiao and volunteered.

"Okay! Delivery is also a handicraft. It is not so easy to ensure the safety of the goods along the way, without damage and without problems." Zhang Sanqiao immediately agreed.

So Wei An followed the car and set off.

Four flat cars were moving forward on the dirt road in Dafeng Town.

This kind of dirt road, which is made entirely by feet, is full of potholes, and many places are full of water and muddy. It is difficult to walk, let alone a four-wheeled flatbed cart, which will sink if you are not careful.

The houses on both sides of the road are mostly gray tiles and stone walls, and there are many thatched and wooden houses.

Wei An was walking on the dirt road, looking at the surrounding buildings, he had the illusion of returning to the old era of China.

About half an hour later, Wan Yunhe's home arrived.

I saw two stone lions placed in front of his house, majestic and majestic. Inside the spacious gate stood a screen wall with a painting of a purple tiger roaring at the moon.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a rich family." The guys and Wei An were all eye-opening.

Dongdong, knock on the door!

Soon, a thick-headed young man ran out from the yard. After asking about the situation, he immediately turned around and ran back to find Wan Yunhe.

"Oh, the wooden dummy is here? It's pretty fast. I thought it would take a month to finish."

Wan Yunhe was surprised, and immediately walked out the door.

"Is he Wan Yunhe?"

Wei An looked intently, and found that Wan Yunhe was in his sixtieth year, with gray temples, a slightly thin body, but not a bit stooped, tall and straight as a pine, steady and powerful footsteps, twinkling eyes, and a majestic demeanor between his brows.

"The door is open, send it in."

Wan Yunhe commanded with his hands behind his back.

"Okay." A few guys hurriedly pushed their carts into Wanfu, passed the screen wall, and the courtyard behind was very open, except for the bluestone road leading to the main room, the other places were paved with sand.

At this moment, there were swaying figures in the yard, and there were fifty or sixty teenagers and girls.

They were practicing in the yard, zipping, chopping, somersaulting, snatching stone locks, dazzled.

"You put twenty wooden dummy posts in a row along this wall," Wan Yunhe ordered.

A few guys said nothing, just do it.

Wei An also went up to help, carefully observing everyone in the yard. After a while, he seized an opportunity to approach Wan Yunhe and asked, "Master Wan, how do you recruit apprentices here?"

Wan Yunhe glanced at Wei An, seemed to see the young man's mind, and replied with a smile: "I learn martial arts here, and you get 100 low-grade rough stones every month. As long as you can afford the tuition fee, you can learn as long as you want."

100 low-grade rough stones!

Wei An was very speechless, his monthly salary was only 30 low-grade rough stones.

"Then what martial arts can I learn?"

"At the beginning, I will teach you the basic skills, and practice the 'Hunyuan Zhuang'. This Zhuang Gong is a well-known basic skill. It can help beginners build up energy and blood, and strengthen their bodies."

Wan Yunhe eloquently said, "The Hunyuan pile can be subdivided into four small realms, entry level, small achievement, great achievement, and perfection. As long as you complete this skill, you will be officially promoted to rank nine warrior."

After a pause, he asked, "Do you know what a ninth-rank warrior is?"

Wei An shook his head.

Wan Yunhe laughed and said: "Ninth rank warriors not only have strong muscles and bones, but can also condense the strength of the whole body into one. The power they can burst out is far greater than ordinary people, and they can break stones with one punch and one kick!"

There was a fire in Wei An's eyes, and he couldn't help asking: "What about the eighth-rank warrior?"

Wan Yunhe was in good spirits, twisting his beard and said: "A warrior of the eighth rank can lift a tripod; a warrior of the seventh rank can hold iron into juice! As for the warrior of the sixth rank..."

Speaking of this, Wan Yunhe's eyes flashed with yearning, and he sighed: "A sixth-rank warrior has been completely reborn. Not only is he powerful, but he also has copper skin and iron bones, which are invulnerable to swords and swords."

Copper skin and iron bones, is that still a human being?

Wei An couldn't help but take a deep breath, his understanding of warriors was finally not half-knowledge.

The strength of warriors in this world is far beyond his imagination, not low martial arts, but definitely high martial arts!

Wei An was determined, and his face showed a look of deep thought.

Of course he wanted to learn martial arts under Wan Yunhe's sect, but he didn't have money, so it would definitely not work.

Fortunately, he has a simulation system for everything!

Select an item, then select a person to start the simulation.

The question is, what to choose?

According to Wei An's original idea, he wanted to choose one of the twenty wooden dummy, and then hand it over to Wan Yunhe or one of his apprentices.

In doing so, the simulated result is mostly the skill of that person practicing the wooden dummy.

But after arriving at Wan Yunhe's house, Wei An suddenly realized that he thought things too simply.

First of all, Wan Yunhe himself has long since retired, and he does not practice wooden dummy stakes every day, and he may not even touch such low-level props anymore.

Secondly, there are twenty wooden dummy posts, and there are as many as fifty or sixty apprentices in the yard. Which apprentice should Wei An choose that wooden dummy post for?

How can I guarantee that the apprentice he chooses will definitely use the wooden dummy he chose to practice?

Seeing that the unloading was about to be completed, Wei An felt a little anxious, and quickly scanned the entire courtyard, looking back and forth.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a young man. It was a little fat man with a lot of fans, and he wore a longevity lock around his neck.

The little fat man was holding a book in his hand, and on the cover were written three words——

Hunyuan pile!

"This is the skill..."

Wei An shuddered violently, walked quickly to the side of the little fat man, and took out a sugar ball from his arms.

Candy balls are quite rare in this world, only children from good families can buy them and afford them.

This candy ball was naturally given to Wei An by Zhang Mingzhu, and he was not willing to eat it.

Wei An shook the candy ball in his hand, and said with a smile: "Little friend, can you lend me the exercises in your hand for a while?"

The little fat man blinked, his attention was instantly attracted by the sugar ball, he swallowed his saliva and said, "Then you have to pay me back if you like it, otherwise, my father will beat me to death."

Wei An said repeatedly: "Don't worry, I will pay you back right away."

The little fat man handed over the exercises, took the sugar ball away, and licked it happily.

Wei An looked down at the exercise book.

[Item: Hunyuan Pile]

【Label: Basic skills】

【Level: Level 1 Light White】