In the woods, a frightened rabbit suddenly emerged from the snowy grass and fled away like lightning.
"White snake crouching on grass!"
Suddenly, there was a low shout, Yang Ji's body dwarfed, and with a swish, he jumped over three feet. Before he landed, his right palm slapped his body, and with a whoosh, he jumped another three feet.
How far.
The rabbit hadn't even run ten feet away, white waves rolled behind it, and Yang Jisan caught up with him with two leaps and caught him in his hand.
"Hahaha, it worked!"
Yang Ji lifted the rabbit in the air and watched it kicking around with its legs, laughing happily in his heart.
Since he understood the essence of "White Snake Crouching on Grass", Yang Ji has been following Xiao Ji to learn this trick "White Snake Crouching on Grass" repeatedly.
Yang Ji is not as impatient as most novice practitioners. He understands the principle of "biting off more than he can chew", so he has been studying this technique in a leisurely manner.
Sure enough, hard work paid off, and now there are results——
It is impossible for ordinary people to catch up with a fleeing rabbit, but Yang Ji relied on the "White Snake Crouching in the Grass" to hunt like a snake. He caught up with the rabbit in a few seconds and caught it with his bare hands.
This kind of ability to "catch rabbits with bare hands" was unimaginable in the past. Only a handful of masters with "nine levels of breathing" as fast as a fox can achieve it.
Yang Ji can only breathe at the eighth level, but he can do what only these people can do with his superb move "White Snake Crouching on the Grass".
"Xiaoji, let's go!"
After a while, Yang Ji called out to Xiao Ji, and one man and one snake immediately jumped down the mountain like lightning.
Winter turns to spring, and before you know it, February has passed. The white snow on the earth gradually melts, and the branches that were once bare in many places sprouted new buds early.
During this period of time, Yang Ji's "White Snake Crouching on Grass" became more and more proficient, and his daily "Dragon Marrow Refining Pile Technique" became more and more sophisticated. Now Yang Ji's cultivation has been stabilized at the eighth stage of breathing.
, approaching the realm of Jiuduan.
"My foundation is now solid and I can start practicing other moves."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
There are six moves in the "White Snake Martial Arts". However, except for the first move "White Snake Crouching on the Grass", the other moves have great requirements on physical strength and strength. If you practice them forcibly, you will only be "unlike", just like Zhao Liang, Wen Meng and others, and
It can also damage muscles and bones.
Yang Ji has already understood the essence of "White Snake Martial Arts". With "White Snake Crouching on Grass" as the foundation, learning other moves is naturally a matter of course.
After that, Yang Ji began to concentrate on learning the second trick "White Snake Vomiting Letters". As time passed, Yang Ji's room accumulated a large number of sketches of Xiao Ji's calligraphy and painting, and there were more and more.
Different from the previous ones, all the calligraphy and painting this time are Xiao Ji's actions of spitting out letters, spitting out letters in the air, spitting out letters in mid-air, wrapping up letters around trees, turning around to spit out letters, holding up heads to spit out letters... all the pictures are lifelike.
However, as the number of calligraphy and paintings increased, Yang Ji gradually felt that something was wrong.
"No, no, it's not like this, it's not like this..."
Late at night, an oil lamp was burning high. In the room, Yang Ji frowned and looked depressed. A stack of Xiao Ji's manuscript papers were scattered in front of him.
"Where is the mistake? What is the mistake?..."
Yang Ji suddenly stood up, practiced the "white snake spitting out a letter" move, but couldn't continue. Then he sat down, stood up again, practiced again, and sat down again...
Such constant repetition made Yang Ji feel irritable and unable to complete the rehearsal.
He has mastered the essence of the White Snake martial arts, but when he actually practiced the "White Snake Vomiting Letter" move, he felt out of place, like a tall and thin man wearing a pair of short and fat trousers.
"I have obviously mastered the white snake spitting letter trick, why do I feel so weird when I practice it?"
Yang Ji's eyebrows squeezed into the character "Chuan".
This was not the first time he had this feeling that something was wrong. In fact, Yang Ji had already felt this way when he practiced the first move "White Snake Crouching on the Grass", but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time until he practiced the first move.
It feels so obvious only when the second move "White Snake Vomits Letters" is used.
Yang Ji sat back in his chair, took a draft of Xiao Ji's calligraphy and painting, and then took the calligraphy and painting that recorded the Yang family's children practicing "White Snake Martial Arts", and compared the two with each other.
On the screen, the "White Snake Vomiting Letter" movement practiced by Yang's disciples gradually overlaps with Xiao Ji's texting movement. Looking at the movements alone, there is almost no fault.
"Did I make a mistake?"
Yang Ji looked confused, and then quickly shook his head. Human feelings are very sensitive, and that kind of wrong feeling will never happen for no reason.
"Could it be that when I first learned secretly, I was too far away and didn't see some of the moves clearly, so I had this wrong feeling?"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart. Thinking back carefully, the corner where he hid was far away from the training ground. Even if he didn't see something clearly, it was normal.
"As the saying goes, 'a slight difference can make a difference a thousand miles'. Maybe I should get close to the training ground and take a closer look."
Yang Ji thought in his heart, but soon frowned again:
"The first snow has melted, and the activities of the clan members are becoming more and more frequent. Once I get close to the martial arts training ground, and someone notices me and report it to the eldest lady, wouldn't it be terrible?"
Yang Ji's martial arts training has always been carried out without the knowledge of the eldest lady. Last time he beat Yang Yong, but after all, there was no reason. And the eldest lady would not believe that such a thing would happen to her in such a short period of time.
But it would be terrible if Yang Ji secretly learned martial arts in the martial arts training ground and was caught by the eldest lady. With the eldest lady's methods, once he learns about this, he will never be the same as before.
It's as simple as one or two whips.
Yang Ji knew deeply that there was a lot of risk involved.
However, as soon as his thoughts changed, Yang Ji said in his heart:
"Hey! What does it look like for a man to be hesitant and timid? As for Madam's character, as long as I keep a low profile, will she definitely let me go? Instead of just sitting back and waiting for death, being timid, it's better to take the initiative and learn more as soon as possible.
Do something to improve your own strength. When the time comes, there will be room for advancement or retreat."
Thinking like this, Yang Ji suddenly changed his mind and simply gave up.
…
In the evening, Yang Ji came back from the mountains, passed through the mansion gate, and did not go directly to the woodshed. Instead, he made a large circle and walked towards the hinterland of the sect.
In front of the huge archway, two guards from the Yang family stood there, looking into the distance without moving.
"I wonder if they will find out."
Yang Ji lowered his head, feeling a little nervous.
From the edge of the Yang Mansion where Yang Ji lives to the hinterland of the clan, everyone must pass through this archway. If they are discovered once, these guards will be alert, and Yang Ji will not even think about sneaking into the hinterland of the clan in the future.
What's worse is that if it attracts the attention of the eldest lady, it will be even worse than the gain.
Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps...
Yang Ji is getting closer and closer.
The two clan guards did not respond. They were currently looking ahead, seemingly somewhere else.
Twenty steps, ten steps, five steps...
Yang Ji slowed down, his heart pounding. Suddenly, the guard on the left moved, and his eyes fell on Yang Ji.
Yang Ji's heart trembled, but he still had the courage to move forward. He only secretly hoped that they did not recognize him.
"Stop! Can you come here too?"
Leng Jun's voice rang in his ears, as if a thunder struck Yang Ji's head.
"Discovered."
Yang Ji was shocked and lost consciousness for a while.
He still took it too naturally. These guards were so powerful and had piercing eyes. How could they not recognize him?
After this failure, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get close to this place in the future.
Fortunately, Yang Ji has gone through many "tests" in his family, and now his character has been tempered to be extremely tough. Although he was disappointed, he did not panic.
It is better to fail at the entrance than to be discovered inside. At least, as long as it is handled properly, it will be regarded as an accident and will not arouse the suspicion of the eldest lady.
"I'm sorry, I went to the wrong place."
Before he could say this, Yang Ji heard a timid voice coming from behind him:
"Sir, it's none of my business. It was my father who said that the ladies of the tribe wanted to try me out and asked me to go over and have a look."
There was a cry in his voice, almost making him cry.
"It turns out it's him!"
Hearing this voice, Yang Ji let out a heavy breath, feeling indescribably relaxed. He originally thought he had been seen through, but unexpectedly, he came back to life again.
Yang Ji had a vague impression that the voice behind him was the son of an old servant in the clan. Like himself, he lived on the fringes of the clan.
Obviously, the guards were mistaken.
Sure enough, Yang Ji heard the guard waving his hands and scolding him, telling him to hurry in.
"Fortunately it was successful."
Yang Ji didn't stay long, quickened his pace, and left quickly.
Compared with winter, there were obviously many more maids in the hinterland of the clan. Servants came and went, but no one noticed Yang Ji. They all walked in a hurry and their steps were like flying.
Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked around the martial arts training ground.
The huge martial arts training ground was crowded with people, and there were many more Yang family disciples practicing martial arts there than last time. Some of them were younger than Yang Ji.
Yang Ji slowed down and walked slowly towards the martial arts training ground without attracting anyone's attention. His eyes wandered around for a week and soon fell on a disciple of the Yang family.
"The second move, 'white snake spitting out letters', in snakes refers to the action of snakes spitting out letters. The 'letters' are tongues, but when we humans perform this move, we do not stick out our tongues, but wave our palms. This is what we humans do
The power of wisdom. Take a look at it——"
After speaking, the Yang family disciple immediately demonstrated it himself. He leaned forward and swooped out. His palms were in and out, and the air was blown with a sizzling sound, as if it was slapped on a wall.
The surrounding area immediately burst into cheers.
However, Yang Ji couldn't help but frowned when he saw this scene. Something was wrong, something was still wrong. The "White Snake Vomiting" that this man used was no different from the scenes he secretly learned and recorded.
Yang Ji originally thought that if he went to the martial arts training ground in person and took a closer look, his doubts would be solved. But after seeing it in person, Yang Ji's doubts only deepened.
"Am I really wrong?"
Yang Ji felt disappointed in his heart.
As soon as the dinner time came, the people in the square quickly dispersed, and Yang Ji had to leave the hinterland and return to the woodshed.
In the next few days, Yang Ji would sneak into the martial arts training ground every day to watch the martial arts training. At the beginning, Yang Ji had nothing to gain and only felt that his head was in chaos.
But gradually, Yang Ji felt that although the "White Snake Martial Arts" practiced by the disciples of the Yang clan was good, it didn't feel that way at all. It had a "form but different spirit" flavor.
But Yang Ji has no experience, so he doesn't know whether his own feelings are right or wrong. Moreover, if he is right, wouldn't it mean that all the Yang family's children are wrong?
The Yang clan is also a large clan in Pingchuan County. There are so many disciples among whom there are many talented people. Could it be that I am the only one who feels something is wrong, and they all don't feel it?
The disciples in the breathing realm can still be said to have insufficient cultivation, but what about the disciples in the martial arts realm? Their cultivation is much higher than mine. Could it be said that even they are wrong?
Or, maybe you are simply wrong?
Yang Ji was puzzled.
If this doubt is not resolved, he will not be able to let it go, and it will be difficult to improve his cultivation.
…
"No, that's wrong! ...The body is so stiff, the moves are so deliberate, how can one hit the enemy... Shouldn't White Snake's martial arts be like this?"
Yang Ji murmured to himself, passing by the martial arts training ground as usual. He was pretending to have something on his mind, but he actually said it out unknowingly.
If in the past, Yang Ji was hiding in the corner and peeking from a distance, nothing would have happened. But this time, in order to see the moves clearly, he unknowingly got closer and closer to the martial arts training ground, completely forgetting that
Taboo.
There is a saying that "the speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention." Yang Ji said that he was confused because he had doubts in his heart, but when he heard the reversal, it didn't sound like this at all to another person's ears, and his face turned dark instantly.
Yang Meng is one of the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of the Yang family. Together with the other four disciples of the Yang family, he is known as the "Five Tigers of the Yang family".
On the surface, everyone in the Yang family seems to be equal, but in fact, there is a strict hierarchy.
Because Yang Meng is the youngest among them, and has just reached the first level of martial arts, he has the lowest status among the "Yang Five Tigers", so he is assigned the most difficult and tiring work - going to the martial arts training ground.
Teach other Yang children.
Doing this kind of work every day is already irritating, but I didn’t expect to encounter an ungrateful guy who was pointing at me, pretending to understand, talking nonsense, saying that this was wrong and that was not good, and he looked down upon others.
, looks down upon people, makes me feel angry just thinking about it.
It’s okay for the senior first-level and second-level martial arts masters in the clan to look down on them, but who is Yang Ji? A guy who has no sense of presence in the clan, how dare he look down on him!
As long as he thought about being despised by such a guy with mediocre martial arts skills and low ambitions, Yang Meng would not be as angry as usual.
"Wait a while, I have to think of a way to get him on stage and suffer a lot."
Yang Meng said harshly in his heart. He didn't have any other ideas. He just wanted to teach Yang Ji a lesson, make him suffer a little, and let him know that the sky is high and the earth is high.
