1913 AD

On February 12 last year, Empress Dowager Longyu signed a resignation edict for Emperor Fu Yi. The Qing Dynasty, which had ruled China for 276 years, was completely destroyed. China was hereditary and the era of dynasty supremacy was gone forever.

In an unknown town bordering Tianjin, Beijing, there is a "hissing" sound coming from the Pang Mansion, an exclusive courtyard. Every day, starting before dawn, neighbors around can hear such a sound, which is even more accurate than a rooster crowing.

Speaking of the Pang family, their ancestors had neither hereditary high-ranking officials nor were they business tycoons. However, they had the ability to heirize the family and were all on their arms. It was said that it was the Pang Mansion, but it was just a dilapidated courtyard with earthen walls.

Pang Guan is six years old this year and has been in this familiar world for six years. From being unbelievable at birth to being gradually adapted to it now, he has confirmed that he has lived for a lifetime.

It was generally unchanged from what I knew in my previous life. I thought it was a time to go back to the past, but the inheritance of the Pang family made him change this idea. Whether the inheritance was lost, he had never seen it, or was it just another world, it was not vaguely understood two years ago.

The Pang family is just an ordinary family, with a poor population and a single family. It has been passed down for generations, but it has been passed down for a long time. I remember that I was one year old that year. My burly father came to the simple ancestral hall with him in his cradle. He opened the dusty family tree and thick yellowed pages. I remember clearly that after turning eight pages in total, I saw the name of Pang Guan’s father Pang Youde.

Chang, Dong, Yan, Ji, Shu, Xue, You, Ren, Xian, and Liang. Pang Guan is from the generation of "Ren". His father didn't know what he thought, so he gave him the word "Guan". He was still young and even had the word "Pian" and was called "Renzhi".

Pang Guan, Pang Renzhi. It means: I will watch over major events and ignore them. If the world is in trouble, I will watch over and take responsibility for them!

However, since he was five years old, Pang's father still passed on his own unique skills, saying that he could not fight for his anger and did things, but his background was passed on.

Making iron is a lifestyle. It is impossible to be rich and wealthy, and it is not a problem to have food and clothing. At five o'clock every day, the father and son get up on time. One goes to the iron shop to make an iron, and the other grinds salt at home.

The night before, Pang's father would prepare the medicine powder and prepare it there. Early in the morning every morning, Pang Guan's first thing was not to eat breakfast, but to grind the salt. He used a stone mill to finely grind the coarse salt into powder-like fine salt. He grabbed it with one handful and could not feel the presence of particles.

Mix fine salt with powder, put it in a washbasin, put your hands in, rub it constantly, until blood seeps in your hands and your fingers tremble.

This is the first step to maintaining hands and the first step to practicing skin. The hissing sound every morning comes from this.

Every night, soak your hands with the medicine made from the secret recipe for half an hour to nourish your skin. This stage lasts for three to five years.

Pang Guan never thought that the "Iron Sand Palm" actually existed, but the practice method was not the kind of shoveling iron sand with hands as I knew in my previous life. He once asked Pang's father about this question, and Pang's father disdained him when he heard it.

Yes, the kind of hands that are swollen, dead skin is thick, and even the touch is gone. How could it be a real iron sand palm?

People who are trained in iron sand palms have beautiful hands, white and clean, without a trace of calluses or dead skin, and the beak of the palm is faintly reflected.

Those who have sarcoma of the bones and knuckles are all laymen who have become evil and wrong paths.

Just like Mr. Pang, she is tall and burly, about 1.8 meters tall, with heavy shoulders as thick as a mountain, and her muscles are tied, but her big hands are comparable to those of a rich lady.

Pang Guan had never seen his father really fight against the enemy, but he had also seen the power of his hands. Cutting bricks with bare hands is not a skill. It was only when he grasped stones to make powder to open his eyes. But Pang's father also said that these are all external skills, and the essence of the iron sand palm is not here.

Pang Guan asked many times, wanting to find out, but Pang’s father only said that it was not yet time.

When he was four years old, Pang Guan followed his father to the capital, which later became Peking. It was Pang Guan’s first trip. Pang’s father spent most of his family’s savings to buy a mule and pull a cart. He walked for more than two days before he arrived at the old imperial capital.

It is said that it is the imperial capital, compared to later generations, with acres of bricks and earth walls, bare old poplar trees, various stalls and vendors on the streets, pale faces, thin skin, dull eyes, and a ox tail behind his head, some hanging casually, some surrounding his neck, and the streets are narrow, which is incomparable to those of later generations.

I can’t see more than three floors of buildings, all of which are bungalows, mostly surrounded by courtyard walls, southeast, west and north, and there are three or five households in one courtyard.

This is the oldest courtyard house. Now it seems that the soil is lost, but every inch of land will be valuable in later generations.

Pang’s father and the other two found a noodle stall and ordered five bowls of oil to splash noodles. They put on garlic, three bowls of Pang’s father and two bowls of Pang’s father, and two bowls of Pang’s mouth were filled with oil.

Although it was only five bowls of noodles, it required forty copper coins, which was forty cents. Although the Qing Dynasty was destroyed, this kind of copper coins could still be used in the old capital. It was just depreciated greatly and was worthless.

I found a teahouse in the alley, bargained with the boss for half a day, asked for a room, took a clean bath, and changed into new clothes.

It’s not a fine cloth, but just a gray coat that scholars often wear. Although Pang Guan is small, he looks ordinary. The father and son stand together, one big and one small, but they look pretty good.

Only then did Pang Guan ask the most confusing thing along the way: "Father, what are we doing in the capital?"

I changed into new clothes and took a clean bath. Could it be that I was going to attend the wedding?

"The Gong family has added a girl and has served up a celebration wine. All the invitations have been sent to our family. If you name it, it will damage the other party's face. In our martial arts world, this is a big deal of making enemies." Pang's father said this to Pang Guan for the first time, which was a reminder to Pang Guan in advance.

"Father, which Gong family?" Pang Guan asked without knowing it.

"Which other Gong family can be there? It is naturally the Gong family of the gossip master Gong Baosen," said Pang's father.

"Gong Baosen? Isn't Gong Baotian?" Pang Guan asked in surprise.

"Hmm? Where did you hear it? Who is Gong Baotian?" Pang's father looked down at Pang Guan. His son was good at everything, his qualifications were extraordinary, and he was a young man, but there was only one thing that he liked to imagine and always talked about people or things he didn't understand.

Pang Huan's mind whirled, not Gong Baotian, but Gong Baosen, that means this is not serious history, but...

I still remember the video I watched in my previous life, a master! It turned out to be it.

Pang Guan, who finally understood what world he was in, fully understood. No wonder there was such a fine iron sand palm inheritance here, which turned out to be the world of film and television.

However, among the movies I watched in my previous life, there were only a few who were truly called Grandmasters, and even those who were amazing were not as good as those with their hands.

If you really need to count it carefully, Gong Baosen, who combines Xingyi and Bagua, is the first. His senior brother Ding Lianshan is not bad, Ma San is one, and Ye Wen is naturally the leader of Bajiquan. As the leader of Yixiantian, he must be a master. Although Gong Er is a female player, his strength is still there and he is also a master.

But there is no trace of the iron sand palm, and I haven't even mentioned a word. Can the iron sand palm be inferior to the Xingyi Bagua?

"What are you thinking?" Mr. Pang asked when he saw his son lower his head and pondering, his eyes sometimes bright and sometimes confused.

"Oh, nothing? My father said that Mr. Gong Baosen has a daughter?" Pang Guan asked.

"What old man! He is only eight or nine years older than me, and he is not old. When you see him, you have to call him uncle." Pang's father patted Pang Guan's head.

"Oh..." Yes, Gong Ercai was born, and Gong Baosen was in his prime.

"Go tonight early and have a big banquet tomorrow. It is not only for the celebration of the addition of a daughter, but also for the great event of Gong Baosen's enrollment of disciples. He wants to open an incense hall and worship the ancestors. Most of the famous martial arts sects in the north are coming. Although our family has a small portal, the brand is here, so don't lose etiquette," Mr. Pang told.

"Yes, father" Pang Guan's serious answer.

Early the next morning, Pang's father led Pang Guan to the Gong family compound. Unlike ordinary families, the Gong family, as a famous martial arts family in the north, dare not say that the high-gate courtyard is much larger than the ordinary courtyard.

The lights were decorated at the entrance of the courtyard, the red cloth fluttered, and the couplets in red paper and black letters were written in grandeur. There were three people greeting the guests at the door, a thin man wearing a felt hat, with murderous intent in his eyes, and a gray-haired monkey squatting on his shoulders.

A scholar wearing glasses in a long gown sat behind the table at the door, holding a brush in his hand, and putting a bunch of gift boxes under his feet, which should be a bride price.

The last one made Pang Guan look at him twice. He was a seven or eight-year-old child with a handsome face and a serious smile. He was obviously a child, but he looked very arrogant. I guess this was Ma San, who became famous in 10 or 20 years later.

"Chaquan representative Zhang Shicheng came to the door to congratulate!"

"The leg-bouncer Li Xin came to the door to congratulate!"

"Eagle Claw Fist Prince Wen came to the door to congratulate!"

...

Those who come to pay homage to the world are all people in the martial arts world, and they are also representatives of the school. Many of them are famous martial arts in Pang Guan’s previous life. It seems that the Gong family is really a famous martial arts family in the north.

Gong Baosen did not show up, and it was all the old Jiang who stood on his shoulders. Although it was a happy day, Lao Jiang still carried a knife with him, with the knife in the sheath, and the murderous aura was in his hand. I heard that Lao Jiang was an executioner before, but this man killed too much, and the murderous aura could not be restrained. If he could stop the murderous aura one day, he might be a master in the swordsmanship, at the same level as the Wuji sword Li Yaochen.

Although Ma San is just a child, he is able to welcome the martial arts seniors and is also apt to show his mediocrity. As expected, Gong Baosen is also trained as a closed disciple, but it is a pity...

Pang's father took Pang Guan forward and put down the gift. It was not a piece of pearls and jade inside, but a piece of tiger bone. A man from the Pang family had no financial resources. However, they were all from the martial arts world, and giving a piece of tiger bone was not a small gift.

"Uh... are you?" Lao Jiang had never met Pang's father and didn't know what to call him for a while.

Pang's father was neither busy nor inconsistent, so he first gave in and Lao Jiang responded.

"Iron Sand Palm Pang's family Pang Youde!" Pang's father said in a calm tone.

Hum? Hearing the three words "Iron Sha Palm", Lao Jiang's eyes widened instantly, and then looked at Pang's father carefully, especially pausing on Pang's hands for a moment before bowing back: "It turns out to be the Iron Sha Palm family. Please wait. The master said that you are here, he must come to greet him in person!"

As soon as he said this, not only Ma San and the people from other sects around him were surprised, but even Pang Guan was also a little stunned.
Chapter completed!