Chapter 856: Chapter Two

As a newcomer who was going to die, Bai Lang initially thought that they had recruited so many small servants, the Changle Gang must be a super big gang—however, looking left and right, it didn't seem like there were so many people. Later, he heard that they had been using number plates since they started recruiting servants more than ten years ago, recruiting people every year, and when they reached him, it was 1024. But it was not bad, at least after this little beggar was recruited, the possibility of surviving was much greater.

Of course, first of all, line up to take a bath, then issue two sets of coarse cloth clothes to each person, and then the wheat rice, green vegetables, and tofu were enough, and the unlimited soup actually had oil flowers in it, and it tasted a bit like meat. Those children who looked like they were from wealthy families couldn't get used to it, but most of the small servants ate very happily—in this world, many children were actually not full. Bai Lang could also be 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.

Full and satisfied, it seemed that there was nothing to explain for a while, and the first day was quite comfortable. Just entered 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 ten or so children. Bai Lang didn't talk to them, directly 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 distance, now 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, there was a pair of eyes like a tattoo on his chest that flashed by. That's what I said, how could a traveler not have a golden finger?

After a good night's sleep, before dawn the next day, the sound of clanging rang out, followed by heavy footsteps stomping into the room. The quilts of the groggy children were immediately ripped away, followed by the crackle of rattan canes lashing down. "Get up, you maggots who aren't even worth as much as pigs or dogs! Get up for me right now!" Amidst the wailing, the children scrambled up quickly. "No crying! You brats are lucky to have been chosen by the gang! From today on, you rise at the fifth watch! You will begin tempering your strength and practicing martial arts! Strive to become 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. He didn't feel much disappointment in his heart—although he hoped to go back before sleeping, 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 rough man and knew that this was the instructor who taught them fists and feet.

Recruiting servants, especially this kind of small servants 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. After entering, they first practiced strength and exercised fists and feet, and maybe they would teach some methods of practicing Qi, and then those with outstanding talent would probably be further cultivated to become the backbone of the gang, and ordinary people might become lower-level gang members in the gang.

Bai Lang naturally guessed so, but it seemed that he guessed quite well. Because after these children put on 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 next words made Bai Lang a little confused, "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 fucking social security!" Bai Lang thought about this in his brain, listening to the instructor laughing and using the rattan whip to whip the unlucky kid, to be honest, he didn't have sympathy and wanted to laugh. Someone did laugh, and then it was the rattan whip. Thinking about this, what kind of ghost 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 weren't his own, but this kind of stance was extremely beneficial to morning size.

"Damn it, one by one, urgent shit and urgent pee! Little bastards are all useless guys!" This big man cursed, and the rattan whip was fast and ruthless. "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 wasn't whipped. However, it was only at the beginning. Soon, under Liu Heita's random whipping, he was whipped a few times, and immediately Bai Lang's legs softened and he fell directly to the ground—just like the others.

There was only one person who didn't fall to the ground. A boy of about ten years old stood very steadily in the horse stance, and his breathing was very rhythmic. Even if he was whipped a few times, he didn't mess up. This Liu Heita looked at the child, turned around and said fiercely to let others climb up and continue to squat in the horse stance, and at the same time, the breathing must be according to what he said, and finally, he had to visualize the dantian hot current. This was really difficult. 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 forced to get up by the rattan whip and scolding to continue. For a while, the low crying echoed in the courtyard. As time passed, Bai Lang could see a ray of purple and red light in front—it was dawn. "Swallow Qi! Imagine that you swallow this round of sun purple qi 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 followed what Liu Heita said, but he just swallowed a mouthful of cold air, and didn't feel anything else. This person looked around secretly, estimating that other children were the same, only that brother seemed to have a well-thought-out plan, 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 brother wasn't a genius, he had learned it before and learned it well.

Actually, Bai Lang felt that he should also have talent. How could he say that he could accept the horse stance until now? And according to the martial arts novels he had read, he just treated it as riding a real horse, ups and downs, following the horse's running—however, he really hadn't 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 also the reason why he only fell down once until now. ===== CHAPTER 857 =====