In the next few days, Yang Ji's time out became irregular.
He sometimes stayed in his room all day, reading and practicing calligraphy alone to prepare for the scientific examination, or immersed himself in studying the moves in "White Snake Martial Arts".
Then at other times, I will go into the mountains to practice from time to time.
This will help you avoid exposing your whereabouts and avoid being followed and dealt with by someone sent by the eldest lady.
Whoosh!
In the foggy morning, a small black shadow emerged from Yang Ji's firewood shed. After walking around quietly and quickly, it made a "hissing" sound towards Yang Ji's door.
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"Xiao Ji, thank you for your hard work."
The door opened, and Yang Ji quietly walked out of the woodshed, patted Xiao Ji's head, then opened his sleeves and put it in.
During the time when Yang Ji was living in seclusion, he was always surrounded by shadowy figures. Yang Ji clearly felt that many people were watching him. This caused great inconvenience to Yang Ji's practice.
"I can finally come out. Xiao Ji, you are still the best."
Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his head and said. There was a hissing and proud sound coming from his sleeves.
The perception of the king snake is obviously much more sensitive than that of Yang Ji. During this period, Yang Ji relied on it to stand guard outside the house. Only when Xiao Ji confirmed that no one was watching outside, Yang Ji dared to go out with peace of mind.
"Walk!"
Yang Ji took his bow and arrows on his back and left the woodshed in a hurry.
Entering the deep mountains, Yang Ji did not go to his usual place, but changed to a different place. He closed his eyes slightly, spread his legs, relaxed outside his body, and then began to practice the "Shenlong Marrow Refining Pile Technique".
Waves of faint tree essence gathered from all directions and continued to blend into Yang Ji's body. Feeling this cool power again, Yang Ji let out a long sigh of relief, and then blended into the Taixu of Gujing Bubo.
middle.
"It's been a long time since I felt this comfortable."
Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief.
After finishing this training, Yang Ji felt that his strength had increased a lot, and he was closer to the ninth stage of breathing.
Breathing in the ninth stage is as fast as a fox. This is Yang Ji's training goal in the next stage.
In the competition in the martial arts arena, Yang Ji only relied on his understanding and mastery of the "White Snake Martial Arts" and the skills he learned from "Xiao Ji" to achieve a speed of "quick as a fox" in disguise. The actual running speed was not the same.
Not as fast as Yang Xu.
Breathing in the ninth stage is as fast as a fox, and "catching a rabbit with bare hands" is just a matter of effort. Some powerful geniuses can even catch up with a mad galloping horse.
And all of this requires a strong skeleton.
Animals in nature that can run faster than humans, whether they are galloping horses, cheetahs, lions, or ferocious beasts that can leap far away with a single pounce, all have extremely strong bones.
Yang Ji has only reached the point of absorbing the essence of trees and strengthening the lungs, but is far from the point of absorbing the essence and nourishing the bones.
"It's a pity that I have too little time to practice."
Thinking that people were often monitoring him during this period, Yang Ji couldn't help but sigh and frowned.
Although this situation had been expected, Yang Ji could not help but feel irritated.
My sixteenth birthday is getting closer and closer.
This thing is like an invisible shackles that is tightly tied to myself.
If we follow this pace of training, we still don't know when we will reach the ninth level of breathing, let alone the "martial arts realm" that the eldest lady uses to blackmail herself.
"We must find a way out of our current situation!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and Yang Ji remembered something.
"The Qingming Festival will be here soon. Every year at this time, I have to go up the mountain to visit my parents' graves. Why don't I take this opportunity to leave the clan, practice alone, and prepare for the scientific examination!"
The Qingming Festival is a major event, and as the saying goes, "Filial piety comes first among all virtues", this is especially true in large clans.
Even if the eldest lady is dissatisfied with Yang Ji, she can't find any reason to refuse Yang Ji's request. As long as he can practice with peace of mind for a few months, Yang Ji will definitely be confident to reach a higher level.
"That's it!"
Yang Ji's mind raced with thoughts, and then he became calm.
"The white snake swallows the letter..."
Yang Ji's body jumped up and flew several feet away from the ground. With a shake of his hand, he broke a branch as thick as an arm. He officially began to practice the moves behind the "White Snake Martial Arts".
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It was very late when he came back from practice, and the night was gloomy. Yang Ji quietly sneaked back into the room without disturbing anyone.
"A gentleman should examine himself three times a day. First, write down the results of today's practice."
Yang Ji opened a piece of paper, took a pen and ink, dipped it in, thought for a moment, and then wrote down the various experiences and insights in today's practice on the paper.
Although Yang Ji confirmed his belief through the competition in the martial arts field and understood that he had chosen the right path, the journey of exploring alone was destined to be bumpy and there was no luck.
Yang Ji can only use his diligence and wisdom to carve his own path.
rustle~
The woodshed gradually became quiet, with only the sound of Yang Ji writing silently.
There was no sun or moon in the book, and no one knew how much time had passed before Yang Ji finally raised his head.
"I'm really hungry."
Yang Ji felt hungry and growling in his stomach, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.
He hadn't eaten much to begin with, but he was so obsessed with martial arts that he didn't realize it for a while. When he came back to his senses, his hunger suddenly became worse.
"eat something."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
There were several side dishes on the table, all prepared by Uncle Liang. They were covered with earthenware bowls and they were still hot.
Yang Ji took the rice, picked up the chopsticks, and prepared to make a quick meal. But as soon as the chopsticks were stretched out, something strange happened——
Snapped!
There was a soft sound, and before Yang Ji could react, the chopsticks were knocked out of his hand.
"Xiaoji?"
Yang Ji frowned and was about to scold him when he suddenly remembered something and smiled:
"I forgot, you are hungry too. Let's eat together."
Yang Ji took the dishes, mixed some meat, and then pushed it in front of "Xiao Ji". The longer he lived with Xiao Ji, the more Yang Ji regarded him as a relative around him, and his food expenses were often exceeded.
Almost the same as myself.
Snapped!
Yang Ji extended his chopsticks for the second time, but Xiao Ji slapped them away.
It raised its body and ignored the food Yang Ji gave it. Instead, it wrapped its body around the bowl and hissed as if it was saying something to Yang Ji.
"Xiao Ji, stop making trouble."
Yang Ji was startled, then shook his head:
"Let me finish eating first and then play with you later, okay?"
"His!"
Xiao Ji stood upright, looked at Yang Ji with dark eyes, and shook his head resolutely and stubbornly.
Yang Ji was surprised, Xiao Ji rarely acted like this. But at this time, he was hungry and had no time to think too much, so he stretched out his chopsticks again.
Click!
The black shadow flashed, and this time the force was greater. Not only was the chopsticks broken, but Yang Ji's wrist was also shaken to the point of numbness.
"Xiao Ji, what are you doing?!"
Yang Ji said displeased. Xiao Ji had his chopsticks interrupted three times in a row without any reason. No matter how patient Yang Ji was, he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.
To be continued...