Chapter 808

As a newcomer who was about to die, Bai Lang really thought that they had recruited so many little handymen, the Changle Gang must be a super big gang—but looking left and right, it didn't seem like there were so many people. Later, I heard that they had been using number plates since they started recruiting handymen more than ten years ago, recruiting people every year, and he was 1024. But it was not bad, at least now that he, a little beggar, was recruited, the possibility of living was much greater.

Of course, the first thing was to line up for a bath, then each person was issued two sets of coarse cloth clothes, and then the barley rice, green vegetables, and tofu were enough, and the unlimited soup even had oil flowers in it, and it tasted a bit meaty. Those children who looked like they were from wealthy families couldn't get used to it, but most of the little handymen ate very happily—in this world, many children were actually not full. Bai Lang was also considered full—he had been hungry for a long time, even if the vegetable taste was not good, the rice was too coarse, and the soup was too salty, he still ate a lot.

After eating and drinking, it seemed that there was nothing to explain for a while, and the first day was quite comfortable. Just entering the Changle Gang, these children didn't understand each other, they were all children of seven or eight or ten years old, and it was really not easy to talk to each other for a while. The people here were not all recruited this time, this courtyard was only a dozen children. Bai Lang didn't talk to them much, just found a bunk, pulled the quilt on it, and fell asleep—this day was first hit by the matter of traveling through time, then ran a long way, and now that he was full, of course, he had to sleep.

"Sleep, sleep, maybe when I wake up, I'll go back." Bai Lang quickly entered his dreams. What he didn't know was that when he fell asleep, a pair of eyes like a tattoo flashed across his chest. That's right, how could a traveler not have a golden finger?

A good night's sleep, the next day before dawn, only heard the sound of "dang dang dang dang", and then a heavy footstep stepped into the room. The quilts of those confused children were immediately lifted, and then it was "pi-pa-la" rattan sticks drawn down. "Get up, you maggots who are not as good as pigs and dogs! Get up for me quickly!" In the crying, these children climbed up quickly. "Don't cry! You guys are lucky to be selected by the gang! From today on, get up at the fifth watch! Start practicing strength and practicing martial arts! Strive to be useful to the gang as soon as possible!"

Bai Lang was considered quick to react, so he only ate one rattan whip and got up, and he didn't cry. Although it was very painful, he endured it. There was no disappointment in his heart—although he hoped to go back before going to sleep, he also knew that this was impossible. After eating a whip, he accepted his fate. As a modern person, Bai Lang accepted the facts very quickly. He looked at this burly man and knew that this was the instructor who taught them fist and foot kung fu.

Recruiting handymen, especially little handymen of this age, of course, was not to let them work, but to recruit them as future gang members—Bai Lang knew this when those big men checked their tendons and bones at the recruitment site. They belonged to the gang's reserve force. They came in to practice strength and exercise their fists and feet, and maybe they had to teach some methods of practicing Qi, and then those with outstanding talent could probably be further cultivated to become the backbone of the gang, and ordinary people might become lower-level gang members.

Bai Lang naturally guessed so, but it seemed that he guessed quite well. Because after these children put on their clothes and went out, it was still dark outside, and these little guys were educated by rattan whips and lined up in three rows—the words said next made Bai Lang a little bit unable to understand. "Squat on the horse stance, and imagine that there is a hot current in your dantian..." He understood this, but visualization was really difficult—because someone peed while visualizing... Dantian was not the bladder.

"Ultimate Bladder Sword! I shoot! I damn shoot!" Bai Lang thought about this in his brain, listening to the instructor laughing and whipping the unlucky little ghost with a rattan stick. To be honest, he had no sympathy and wanted to laugh. Someone really laughed, and then what he got was a rattan stick. Thinking about this, what kind of ghost-like hot current was gone, but it was quite urgent to pee. However, he could only hold it, and this kind of horse stance was torture. Soon his legs felt like they were not his own, but this kind of stance was extremely beneficial to morning size and small numbers.

"Damn it, one by one, urgent shit and urgent pee! Little bastards are all useless guys!" The burly man cursed, and the rattan stick was drawn fast and hard. "This Liu Heita is really ruthless." Because Bai Lang was an adult's mind, he controlled it, gritted his teeth and endured it, so he was not drawn. However, it was only at the beginning, and soon he was drawn a few times under Liu Heita's random drawing. Suddenly, Bai Lang's legs softened and he fell to the ground directly—just like the others.

There was only one person who didn't fall to the ground. A boy who looked about ten years old stood very steadily in the horse stance, and his breathing was very rhythmic. Even if he ate a few whips, he didn't mess up. This Liu Heita looked at the child, turned around and told the others to get up and continue to squat on the horse stance, and at the same time, the breathing must be according to what he said, and finally, he had to visualize the hot current in the dantian. This was really difficult to handle. Bai Lang couldn't feel any hot current at all, but perhaps it was because the horse stance was too much, his legs were not so sore and soft.

There were several children whose legs were sore and soft, constantly falling to the ground, and then being forced to get up by rattan sticks and scolding to continue. For a while, the low crying echoed in the courtyard. As time passed, Bai Lang could see a wisp of purple gas and red light in front—it was dawn. "Swallow Qi! Imagine that you swallow this round of big sun purple gas into your stomach! Visualize the sun in the sky rising and shining in all directions!" Liu Heita roared.

"Is this nourishing Qi?" Bai Lang quickly did as Liu Heita said, but he only swallowed a mouthful of cold air, and didn't feel anything else. This person looked left and right secretly, it was estimated that other children were the same, only that brother seemed to have a chest, and really seemed to have swallowed a morning sun. This was probably an acting school, of course, this belonged to Bai Lang's blind thinking, comforting himself, he naturally knew that if this person was not a genius, he had already learned it in the past and achieved success.

Actually, Bai Lang felt that he should also have talent. How to say he squatted on the horse stance until now and felt that he could accept it—and according to the martial arts novels he had read in the past, he just treated it as riding a real horse, rising and falling, following the horse's running—but he had never ridden a running horse, so this kung fu seemed to be his talent. Because it was really quite effective, the muscles flickered slightly, which was quite effective in relieving fatigue. This was the reason why he only fell down once until now. ===== CHAPTER 809 =====