sinovels Chapter 59 Night
Chapter 59 Night
The night is dark.
Several dark clouds drifted across the sky, obscuring most of the silver moon, and the earth was shrouded in a hazy mist.
Yang Silang stood alone in the courtyard, sweating profusely, constantly wielding his sword with unwavering determination in his eyes, the world around him consisting only of the sword in his hand.
He used the Rejuvenation Divine Power to regulate his breathing several times.
He estimated that he had been practicing for a full two hours.
During this period, he practiced Iron Man Stance, learned Taizu Long Fist, and also practiced all five weapons in their entirety.
It's already past midnight, and the surroundings are very quiet. In the distance, you can faintly hear the sound of a watchman striking his clapper, but it's not very clear.
Inside the room, perhaps because it was the youngest sister's first time practicing stances and she was too tired, soft, rhythmic snoring could be heard.
"call……"
Yang Silang maintained his stance, exhaling long breaths like sharp arrows. He opened his eyes, which were bright and piercing. Although he was soaked in sweat and exhausted, he felt a sense of peace and joy in his heart.
The light screen in the brain is displayed.
Yang Silang
Lifespan (basic): 17/135.
Force (Basic): 240
[Skill 1: Iron Man Stance (Advanced Version of Long Fist Stance), practice five times a day, 100/200 repetitions.]
[Skill 2: Basic Weapons (swords, spears, bows, hammers, shields), practice five times a day, 100/100]
[Skill 3: Taizu Changquan (Basic), practice five times a day, 60/60]
[Skill 4: Grasshopper, practice once a day, 90/200]
[Skill 4: Mask Technique, practice once a day, 90/200]
After three months of practice, his long fist technique was perfected.
The Iron Man Stakes and the basic five weapons are almost halfway done.
During this time, he also studied the Grasshopper Technique and Mask Technique, which he had received from Widow She, and was nearly halfway through his progress.
Among them, "Flying on Grass" is a technique that can also train one to become an Iron-Bone Martial Master.
Its aim is to be light and quick, which is different from the heavy and solid approach of the mud-walking pile. I originally thought that there might be some conflict when practicing it, but who knew that the two could be practiced in parallel without contradiction.
Simply put, he can easily switch between the solid stability of mud-walking piles and the elusive, ghostly movement of grass.
Yang Silang even had a premonition that when he mastered the Grass-Flying Technique, he would also make significant progress in the Mud-Treading Technique, and perhaps he could even try to combine the two.
The art of masking involves adjusting and controlling the muscles on the face, as well as pulling on some bones. Combined with some well-matched disguise powder and herbs, one can completely transform oneself into another person. This does not involve martial arts skills, but mainly depends on the mastery of bones and muscles and the skill of disguise.
Of course, of all the skills mentioned above, the most fundamental and important is the Iron Man Pole.
Long Yiyan once said that the day he mastered the Iron Man Stance would be the day he became an Iron Bone Martial Master.
For three months, Yang Silang did not dare to slack off in the slightest. He practiced day and night, and even his sleep time was compressed to within two or three hours.
He turned and went back inside.
A moment later, the door creaked open, and he came out dressed in night clothes, but now he had a black cloth covering his face, revealing sallow skin, thick eyebrows, and narrow eyes—this was how he looked after he put on makeup.
He listened to the surroundings and found nothing unusual; it was quiet.
With a whoosh.
With a leap, he nimbly climbed the courtyard wall, took a few steps to his own roof, his body as light as smoke, his feet barely touching the roof tiles, and he had already sped several meters into the courtyard of Wang Daniu next door.
Yang Silang paused for a moment, listening to Wang Daniu snoring loudly in the room below. Whoever marries this guy in the future will be lucky to have good ears.
He continued walking, his body like a whirlwind, rushing out of the alley in the blink of an eye, leaping and bounding, appearing from afar like a wisp of smoke drifting across the rooftops of the buildings.
I practiced all the skills several times today, but I haven't practiced the Grasshopper skill yet.
This technique is unique. At first, one must seek the feeling of lightness and freedom in the open grasslands. After mastering it, one must experience the feeling of the wind blowing while leaping across rooftops and walls. When one reaches mastery, one can practice in a small space. At that time, one's figure will be unpredictable and one's movements will be like a ghost.
Yang Silang is currently in the second stage, so he put on makeup and changed his clothes. He happened to be practicing both Grasshopper and Mask Technique at the same time—he just felt that Grasshopper didn't seem like something a normal person would practice.
In particular, both the cultivation technique and the mask technique manual had a sweet fragrance, and the handwriting was in a man's handwriting. Yang Silang suspected that these might be relics left behind by a notorious thief from the flower-picking world who was killed by Widow She's pet snake.
Under the dim moonlight of the dark night, Yang Silang moved swiftly along the rooftops, sometimes leaping over the heads of the watchmen and patrolling soldiers, unnoticed by those below.
He had already explored the surrounding alleys many times. He turned around and headed to other places, practicing his skills while strolling around.
First stop.
He rushed to Widow She's house.
It was about ten feet away.
Yang Silang squatted on a rooftop, gazing into the distance.
A red light was seen shooting into the sky from the old house of Widow She, and even from this distance, one could smell a cloying scent of incense and candles.
yard.
An offering table and incense burner are set up, upon which stands a graceful statue of a woman with compassionate eyes and a smile on her lips, standing on a nine-tiered lotus platform.
Below this statue.
There was an old man with a white beard, holding a large gourd in his hand, with dozens of wooden cups beside him.
He was saying something loudly, and from a distance, Yang Silang could vaguely hear something about holy water, warding off disasters, increasing one's power, curing diseases, and so on.
Dozens of believers, their heads wrapped in white cloths and their waists tied with white ropes, sat cross-legged in solemn silence. They took turns going forward to burn incense, and were then given a cup of holy water, which they immediately drank down with joyful faces.
The Viper Gang has collapsed. Most of its territory was swallowed up by Shang Laohu, and the remaining gang members have joined an organization called the Yingxiang Society.
According to Shang Laohu, the incense-welcoming gathering that worships the Lotus Mother is the Lotus Sect, which has recently become very popular throughout the province, and should be considered an external organization.
The Lotus Sect is said to be wealthy and well-fed, with many followers among the common people. Even Ma Qianli said that many soldiers worship the Old Mother, and there are also experts within the sect. It is also rumored that they have powerful backers in the government.
Since Shang Laohu was someone Yang Silang couldn't afford to offend, he naturally stayed far away, only coming over to take a look from a distance.
Even Yang Silang wouldn't believe this thing isn't sinister.
Aside from myself, who in their right family stays up all night?
He watched for a dozen breaths, then dared not look any longer and immediately retreated silently. He had been discovered by the white-bearded old man once before, as the other party was a master.
Yang Silang turned around and ran back to the Black Tiger Gang.
I can't go to the government offices, I can't go to the treasury, so I can only go to familiar places. After all, I am a member of the Black Tiger Gang, so I am considered half a family member, right?
A single light flickered amidst the rows of houses.
Yang Silang stepped onto the roof and hung upside down to look down.
In the lamplight, Shang Laohu was not sleeping. He was holding an abacus and calculating accounts on the table. Next to him was a stack of silver notes. Compared to a few months ago, the once strong and burly Shang Laohu had grown several sizes around his waist and even had a double chin.
With his territory nearly doubling and his long-time rivals eliminated, Shang Laohu's wealth increased dramatically, and his physique grew ever more robust.
Yang Silang shook his head. A tiger that doesn't show its claws and teeth, but instead admires the color of its own fur, is practically useless.
Even though Shang Laohu had already gotten right up to him, he didn't notice. While it was partly due to his own amazing lightness skills, the tiger was simply too unprepared.
Yang Silang left quietly, crossing several courtyards.
In a secluded courtyard.
Someone was chuckling as they practiced their skills.
Under the moonlight, Li Erhu was wearing only shorts, his body covered in scars, and a new tiger tattooed on his back.
One man was practicing Black Tiger Fist alone. His movements—pouncing, slashing, rising, and falling—were as if he were possessed by a tiger spirit. This brother was truly ruthless. The brothers had been drinking and neglecting their martial arts practice the night before, so now they had to make up for it.
Yang Silang watched for a moment and then quietly left.
Half an hour later.
He arrived at another courtyard with several sections.
The sound of a baby crying could be heard coming from inside.
A light came on in one of the rooms, and a heavy figure carefully held a swaddled baby and gently rocked his body. It was Xiong Shan holding his precious son, Liu Ruyi.
"My wife, the child is hungry..."
"Hmm, girl, go and call the wet nurse..." Liu instructed the maid who entered the room, and a flurry of activity ensued inside.
Yang Silang turned and left.
After wandering around for an hour, it's time to head back.
Back in the courtyard, he landed gently.
"what?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that in the doghouse in the corner of the yard, Heizi was sleeping soundly, its body and tail curled up in a ball.
The moonlight around it seemed to solidify, as if forming a pale white cloak. With each breath, the light and shadow shifted, like the ebb and flow of the tide.