My name is Luqiao, and my senior brother, Iron Sha Palm, China.

It’s a coincidence that China Dragon Kingdom has not known when it began to pursue something called kung fu.

It seems that with the skill, no one dares to bully you.

So my father, who originally sold sugar and fried chestnuts, went to the next door to blow water country to buy ignition oil and started to buy chestnuts with his hands and sell them along the street.

Not to mention that my father did this, the business would be improved several times in an instant.

At first, everyone came to buy chestnuts with fame, but later some people started to yell at that time that my father started his sect and established a sect to create this iron sand gate.

My father also understood that this was a scam, but he couldn't stand it and made money.

In the past, one portion of chestnut was worth two copper coins when fighting to the death, and this portion of iron sand was worth two taels of silver.

It was a hundred times more, so my father opened the so-called iron screen door.

I spent all my savings in our Dahuang Village and rented a martial arts performance venue.

With this wave, our Lu family has changed its appearance.

Three thousand disciples became rich in this Dahuang Village.

Every month, my father would set up a fire pot in the village and perform the magical power of the iron sand palm in front of the big guys.

Every time you perform, you can always attract newcomers to school, and the family will grow up.

My father is not stupid. I know that if the people who come to learn really tell them the principles, they will definitely be said to be a fraud.

Therefore, the master also knows to proceed step by step, let the apprentice start practicing day after day with the iron pot that is just sand.

Some people pay tuition fees at 2 taels of silver a year, but after two years of study, they still can't get involved and give up.

Some of them really endured it and practiced to a low heat or a freshly-fried oil pan to reach in and take out the hot copper coins.

And my Luqiao is the senior brother of this Iron Swordsman.

But I have never practiced martial arts against iron pot for a day, because I can't do it at all.

The reason why I don’t know how to be a senior brother in martial arts is because the head of the sect is my father.

I and I know that this iron sand palm is a scam, so my father never lets me get started.

I just told me that one day he couldn't act anymore, so I asked me to inherit his mantle.

I have asked my father several times, wouldn’t it hurt to deceive people like this?

I was still young at that time, and my father used the tuition fees he cheated for me to attend the best school in Dahuang Village.

What I learned in school was etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, but my father was cheating.

My father did not answer my questions positively, but took me to a night banquet.

This is Tazipo outside Dahuang Village, the most famous tourist attraction in Zhonglong.

On that day, it was the major sects who gathered again to start the annual world's No. 1 martial arts conference.

My father was surprised by the identity of the head of the Iron Swordsman, so he easily led me into the backstage.

In this backstage, the most powerful figures from all sects and sects are here to compete for the world's number one.

I liked the Qizi of the full needle that I had been in full eighteen years, and I was there one by one today.

When I entered, my father said only one thing to me: "Qiao'er, don't talk when you see anyone."

At first I thought it would be my go-to-sign to scare the hero out, but I hid behind my father and witnessed the darkest side of the martial arts world.

The elegant heroes who were once broadcast by the news media were smoking and drinking in a private room.

They said all kinds of unsightly jokes and laughed at the fact that the other party's apprentice was not as much as theirs.

I laughed at whether Shaoling wanted to buy the championship in recent years or whether he wanted to buy the bottom of the battle.

Some people even pulled the reporter and tried hard to make the manuscript better.

It turns out that it is not just our iron monks who do not know martial arts. In this martial arts world, no one knows martial arts at all.

In the backstage, they bribed each other's opponents with money.

The door sign my father drew was another small sect called the Snake Stick Gang. My father bought a victory with fifty taels of silver.

The Snake Stick Gang received the money and said that he could do twice as much as he could completely lose. His father was only planning to play him with fifty taels.

But then the next sentence faced the military blockade, the other party's twenty taels of silver said: "You are worth so much. If you dare to win, we will not have a better life in the future."

My father nodded and agreed, and lost the game in just a few seconds after he went on stage.

They had no real martial arts at all, and my heroes were officially broken that day.

I originally thought of going out to learn real martial arts when I became an adult, but now I realize that the real martial arts world is just a game for a group of actors.

They regard victory or defeat as a transaction and ranking as a tool to make money.

My father went to the TV station to get off the video of the first victory of the Iron Swords against the Snake Head Gang that night, and gave the editing master five taels of silver.

A video that was cut out beyond recognition was handed out, and a battle that was originally evenly matched was from a close victory, and it turned out to be a unilateral crush by the father.

With the movie, my father took me back to Dahuang Village.

The video was left on the billboard at the village entrance for more than a month, and the number of freshmen who came to practice martial arts this year was twice as high as usual.

The meaning of my father's words is that the martial arts world is a very deep ink pond. No matter what color you have, the skin of the person will be of the same color when you come in.

I wanted to ask my father at that time, it was the same when he was abroad. My father just smiled and said, "The martial arts world is from outside."

Two years later, I graduated from college.

My father had been in charge of the sect for five years and made money to buy the entire martial arts performance venue.

From the richest man in Dahuang Village, he became famous in the entire China Long Kingdom.

Of course, it is not as good as the so-called first-tier, but it is also the top player in the second-tier.

Unemployed, I became a real senior brother in the martial arts hall.

In my father's words, I have been closing the building in the back mountain of Dahuang Village over the years.

After leaving seclusion, I inherited 80% of my father's iron sand palms and asked me to perform boiling water to remove the copper plate tomorrow in front of everyone.

In the martial arts hall, no one knows the details of me, the senior brother. They all want to see how powerful I am tomorrow, but only I know that all this is just a scam.

My father meant that the stage was ready, and I was well deserved after the performance.

The next day.

The oil pan is set up in Dahuang Village Square.

The elders and villagers gathered together, and my father Lu Ba spoke with emotion. Then he invited my own son out, and then lit the oil pan on the stage with a fire.

A copper plate was displayed in front of the elders and villagers, and was sent to the lower office for the elders and villagers to review one by one.

"This is a real copper plate."

"It's definitely not fake."

"This is to be taken out of the oil pan."

"We have seen Luba, is your son okay?"

"Yes, it's really your personal disciple? Then will you have to charge another tuition fee for your personal disciple in the future?"

"I haven't seen any powerful person you have ever had in the iron screen door for so many years. This son inherited his father's business today."

I listened to the shouts from the audience and looked at my father's eyes and understood that the villagers who were supporting the scene in the audience had already given money.

They shouted desperately, and the cameras and media were waiting in the distance.

I slowly walked onto the stage and my father lit a fire.

The authentically verified coins were thrown in, and everyone was stunned.

The hot oil pan was steaming, and only I knew that the oil was not oil or a lot of vinegar.

Fortunately, college has not been released in the past few years, and the hot spot of oil is 180 degrees.

If there is vinegar inside, just put a layer of oil on it.

It seems that smoke is already lingering at this time and bubbles are coming out.

But the temperature at this time was only sixty or seventy degrees, which was very hot but not fatal.

With the fireproof oil my father had rubbed in advance for me, I slowly stuffed my hands into the seemingly hot oil pan.

He took out the only coin on the bottom of the pot and showed it to everyone.

Everyone started to cheer, and the reporter rushed to the stage and quickly interviewed.

My father didn’t know how much money he spent here, but I became famous at this stop.

In the days to come, my father will wash his hands half a golden basin.

My life sign inherited the entire Iron Salmon, and my father's intention was to perform the oil pan coins for a few years.

When the enrollment is really insufficient, let me perform the iron-handed chestnuts.
To be continued...