Simulation of all things: Copper skin and iron bones at the beginning

"Well, try my power."

Wei An glanced at the room. The heaviest thing was probably his bed. He raised his hand and lifted it easily.

It was so easy, as if the bed were air.

"This bed only weighs a few dozen kilograms."

Wei An felt unsatisfied and couldn't help but think of some knowledge points from his previous life.

For example, the world's highest human weightlifting record is a snatch of 263 kilograms, and the fastest running speed is 12.43 meters per second, etc.

"By the way, I remember there was a broken millstone outside the door, weighing at least seven or eight hundred kilograms."

Wei An quickly opened the door and looked outside. It was quiet and no one was around.

The broken millstone, only half of it to be exact, was leaning against the wall outside the house.

Wei An quickly went out, took a deep breath, hugged half of the millstone with both hands, and lifted it up with force, raising it little by little above his head, and finally straightened his two arms completely.

"good……"

Wei An's face turned red from holding himself back. He slowly put down half of the millstone and took a deep breath. He had almost figured out his strength limit. He should be able to snatch 400 kilograms without any problem.

Then, he found an hourglass and calculated how fast he could run by running back and forth.

The result is also quite amazing, about 15 meters per second.

"I haven't entered the level yet, so I can't be considered a true warrior." Wei An clicked his tongue, once again refreshing his understanding of martial arts in this world.

Get a basin of water and take a cold shower.

Before he knew it, it was sunset and Wei An went to bed early.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't help but summon the panel again to check the results of the third simulation.

"Seven years later, Song Qingsong also died in the hands of Yan Xingkong, and his son Song Dahai was scared to death."

Wei An couldn't help but sighed softly.

People are like ants and their lives are like grass. The strong men in this world can really kill at will and do whatever they want.

However, Wei An was just a little more emotional, not panicked.

At this time, he has reached the completion of Hunyuan Zhuang and has quietly improved his strength. So how powerful will he be seven years from now?

Haha, even he couldn't imagine it himself.

"Step by step, grow insignificantly, and become invincible."

Wei An is very clear about the path of practice he wants to take. People like him who have cheats cannot take the ordinary path.

Once a cheater is exposed, he will be seen as a monster in the eyes of others and will definitely be targeted everywhere.

"Never let anyone know my secret."

Wei An thought, slowly closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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The next day, it was cloudy and rainy.

The autumn rain is dense and melancholy, and the cold wind is bleak.

Wei An put on autumn clothes, a very common blue-gray linen robe, a poor man's style, extremely wide and able to cover the whole body.

It's getting colder, so it makes sense to wear autumn clothes.

In this way, the changes in Wei An's figure were completely concealed. As long as you didn't pay close attention to the fact that he had grown two centimeters, you wouldn't be able to tell how much he had changed.

After breakfast, enter the forging room.

"Morning!"

"Have you eaten?"

Wei An glanced at the other guys, nodded in greeting, and the others nodded to him, and then started working on their own.

No one noticed any changes in Wei An at all.

"It seems I'm overthinking it."

The corner of Wei An's mouth curled up slightly, and he walked to the workbench to deal with the blanks left yesterday.

Soon, Lu Ping also came.

The old master drank too much yesterday and seemed to have still not sobered up. His eyes were blurred and he yawned. He looked down at Wei An who was working, said hello casually and went about his business.

Seeing this, Wei An was completely relieved.

Just do what you need to do, blow the bellows, repeatedly fold and forge thick iron, it looks no different from usual.

After a busy morning, Wei An didn't feel any fatigue. He was still energetic and energetic.

It was afternoon in a blink of an eye.

Wei An first assigned Zhang Mingzhu homework and asked her to practice calligraphy alone. Then he sat at the desk, took pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write and draw.

The content written and the action pictures of the characters depicted are exactly the Hunyuan Zhuang exercises.

Wei An had already thought about it.

Since there was no place selling the exercises locally, he would write it himself.

He didn't have to spend money on paper or ink, he just had to spend some time and energy.

"With the skills and money, we can continue to simulate." The more Wei An thought about it, the more excited he became, and he wrote quickly.

In a flash it was three days later.

Wei An is indeed a calligraphy master. He writes quickly and quickly writes the full text of Hunyuan Zhuang Kung Fu, page after page, with pictures and texts.

Immediately afterwards, he cut a piece of red paper to create a cover, and sewed it with needle and thread to bind it into a book.

"Done!"

Wei An let out a breath, looked at the exercise book in his hand, and showed a satisfied smile.

With the foundation of a calligraphy master, the exercise books he produces will naturally not be any worse.

At noon that day, while having lunch, Wei An sat across from another clerk. The other man's name was Lao Lu. I don't know the exact name. He was also a senior master in the blacksmith shop.

Lao Lu has two sons. The eldest son learned blacksmithing from him and has already become a skilled worker and also works in the blacksmith shop.

The younger son is naughty by nature and does not like to be a blacksmith. He only likes to practice martial arts and is always clamoring to travel around the world.

Lao Lu had nothing to do with him, so he sent his youngest son to Wan Yunhe's place to learn martial arts, and he had been practicing for more than a year and a half.

"Uncle Lu, I have something I want to discuss with you." Wei An said with a smile on his face.

When Lao Lu heard this, he suddenly became vigilant and shouted: "Wei An, you are young, don't be a bad example. I don't have any money to lend you."

Wei An was speechless and waved his hand: "I'm not asking you to borrow money."

Lao Lu breathed a sigh of relief, then showed a smile, nodded and said: "It's easy to say whether you want to borrow money or not. What's the matter?"

Wei An lowered his voice and said, "Last time I went to Wan Yunhe's house, I saw many children practicing martial arts, but they didn't have any Kung Fu secrets, so I thought, maybe I could copy some Kung Fu secrets and sell them to them. .”

With that said, Wei An took out the Hunyuan Zhuang from his arms and said, "This is the secret technique taught by Wan Yunhe. I can keep copying it. The problem is that it is not convenient for me to sell it."

Lao Lu understood and exclaimed: "You want my little son to help you sell books?"

Wei An nodded and said, "Wan Yunhe would be fine with your youngest son selling it, but if I, an outsider, sell it, Wan Yunhe would definitely not be happy."

Lao Lu thought about it and asked tentatively: "How much do you want to sell it for?"

Wei An even said: "A secret book of exercises can be sold for at least 20 pieces of low-grade rough stone."

When Lao Lu heard this, he immediately shook his head and said, "It's too expensive. People may not be willing to spend so much money."

"Then sell it for 10 yuan!"

"Ten yuan is too expensive. You are using straw paper. The cost price is more than 10 yuan. I suggest selling it at the highest price of 3 yuan."

"Okay, it's up to you!"

"Wait, how do you divide the accounts?"

"How about I give you a commission of 1 yuan for every copy sold?"

"……it is good!"

The two quickly reached an agreement.

When he got home in the evening, Lao Lu called his youngest son over and taught him how to sell the secrets of the exercises.