The moon is dark, the wind is high and the rain is heavy.

The people on Dyefang Street have long since disappeared, and the few shops have closed their doors. Only officers and soldiers on patrol are left, occasionally passing by in the distance carrying lanterns in the rain.

Ye Jingtang took advantage of the oil-paper umbrella and walked slowly on the dark road, with Niaoniao on his shoulder, "chirp, chirp, chirp...", and probably muttered something like "Little Watermelon Sister is better, poached eggs don't please Niaoniao."

..." and the like.

Ye Jingtang just touched Luo Nuxia for a long time, and her heart was filled with excitement, but she didn't think about it while walking, but pondered the moves Luo Ning just taught her.

Martial arts is something that never changes away from its origins. Although it cannot be said that "one method can be applied to all methods", the logic will not be too different.

Ye Jingtang used to practice martial arts in the Escort Bureau. He always pursued "similarity", strong force and light force, and paid attention to the routine of breaking and breaking moves. He did not think about "divine will".

As for 'luck', if his adoptive father didn't teach him, he wouldn't even know there was such a thing in the world.

But it doesn't seem right to say that his adoptive father deliberately hid it from him. His adoptive father had been extremely 'careful' about him since he was a child. He beat him three times a day to squeeze his physical strength. It was impossible to deliberately abuse him.

Since his adoptive father had laid such a solid foundation in him, he must have wanted him to become a talent. He did not teach him swordsmanship until his death. It can only be said that his adoptive father did not want to hand it over to him for some reason.

Why not teach...

Are you afraid that he will get into trouble for this?

Or maybe he has already been taught it, but he didn’t realize the secret before...

Ye Jingtang carefully recalled the 'moves' taught by his adoptive father. There were only a few moves before and after. They were all basic skills. In the past, I only focused on strength and speed without studying the inside. If I follow the steps of "The Fourteen Moves of the Cloud"...

Thinking of this, Ye Jingtang stood in the rain, moved the sword to his waist, held the handle of the sword upside down with his left hand, recalled the action of drawing the sword in his mind, and compared it with the fate of "Fourteen Hands of the Cloud".

It's definitely not possible to copy it. He just came into contact with 'luck' and found that 'luck' is related to muscle position, breathing, posture and almost all aspects of the body.

The changes that can occur at each step increase exponentially. It is impossible for anyone to try all the paths. They can only follow the guidance of the 'move' to find out the luck of this move.

It is extremely difficult to create a 'move' out of thin air; but Ye Jingtang stood quietly in the rain and soon discovered that the action of drawing the sword taught by his adoptive father seemed to be the starting point of the 'move'.

The 'move' only has the beginning, and everything after it is blank. If you want to perfect this move, you have to explore your own luck path and 'add bricks and tiles' to this move...

Ye Jingtang thought about it for a moment, closed his eyes in the rain, based on the beginning of his foster father's teachings, and ended with drawing the knife, and deduced the middle process based on his feelings, imagining how to use this starting position as the starting point to maximize the lethality of the knife technique.

talk……

Da da da--

The big soybean raindrops hit the umbrella surface and slid down the umbrella ribs.

Niaoniao stood on the shoulder, a little confused at first, but after waiting for two quarters of an hour, his eyes slowly turned into horror - Tangtang seemed familiar!

I saw Ye Jingtang, who had closed his eyes for a long time, and the blood vessels in his right hand slowly swelled. Some raindrops fell on the back of his hand, and soon evaporated into a light white mist.

In this scene, first the back of the hand, then the left arm, and then the entire body, even veins appeared on the forehead, and a faint mist rose.

call--

Amidst the rain, a burst of heat appeared out of thin air.

The raindrops falling from the outside of the umbrella were obviously shifted, as if they were moving with the wind. The center of the wind was the night terror hall under the umbrella.

Buzz buzz——

After an unknown length of silence, the long blade in the scabbard made a low roar like a dragon's roar, like a hidden dragon trapped in a deep pool, and began to stare at the mouth of the pool.

Qianlong quickly accumulated his momentum to the maximum. Before the cold pool could no longer bear it, his figure bounced up, like a blue dragon emerging from the water, straight into the sky!

Choking——

A cold light flashed across the silent long street.

The rain curtain all over the street seemed to be disturbed by something and pushed away a little.

The cold light flashed away, but in an instant, the street returned to calm.

Ye Jingtang still stood quietly in the rain holding an umbrella. He held the handle of the knife upside down in his left hand and returned the long knife to its sheath. It seemed that it had never been moved.

But not far away, an old locust tree with a thick waist made a soft "click-click" sound in the wind and rain.

Soon, the old locust tree couldn't bear the intrusion of wind and rain, broke off in the middle, and collapsed sideways.

Boom——

After a muffled sound, the old locust tree fell to the ground.

The raindrops fell on the new cracks in the tree roots, as if they were dripping on a mirror, sliding sideways without catching even a single drop of water!

"grumble!"

Birds eyes were filled with shock.

Ye Jingtang opened his eyes under the umbrella, turned his head and glanced at the fallen locust tree, with admiration in his eyes:

"The "Eight-Step Crazy Sword" is really powerful. It seems that my adoptive father has no hidden secrets... But why don't you just teach him directly? Do you have to let me use my brain to think about what I want to do? Isn't this unnecessary..."

Ye Jingtang came to the locust tree. After looking at it carefully for a while, he scraped the crack with some doubts and walked out of Dyefang Street to the nearby market.

The bird was frightened just now, "chirping--" and kept jumping back and forth. It wasn't until I bought a box of dried meat for it that it calmed down.

----

Soon, Ye Jingtang returned to Shuanggui Lane again, carrying two oil paper bags and an earthen jar in his hands.

There was no sound in the yard, but there were lights.

Ye Jingtang pushed open the courtyard door with his shoulder. Before he could close the door, he found a little man in a bamboo hat standing behind the door, holding a knife handle and staring at him:

"Why were you out for so long?"

Ye Jingtang threw the oil paper bag to Zhe Yunli:

"There are no restaurants on Ranfang Street, so you expect me to run back and forth?"

Zhe Yunli took the oil paper bag and opened it, revealing several roasted sweet potatoes inside, and nodded slightly:

"Well~ you're quite..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Because Ye Jingtang entered the house with an earthen pot, placed it on the bedside, opened the earthen pot, and found steaming black-bone chicken soup inside, along with bowls and chopsticks; and inside the oil paper package, there were hot steamed buns freshly baked.

??

Zhe Yunli was stunned and looked at the dark roasted sweet potato in his hand:

"Hey? Why do you treat people differently when buying food?"

"You have no legs, or no money in your pocket? Do you really think of yourself as a wealthy lady?"

Zhe Yunli opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

Luo Ning was already sitting on the bed. When she saw Ye Jingtang coming back, she couldn't help but think of the insult she had just received, but she couldn't show it in front of Yun Li, so she greeted her softly as usual:

"Yunli, and you, come over and eat together."

"Master, please eat and don't worry about us."

Zhe Yunli stood at the door, stared at Ye Jingtang for a moment, then took a big mouthful of roasted sweet potato with an 'ouch':

"You are still sensible and know how to take care of others. Seeing that you are so sensible, I will give you a hand. From now on, you will follow me and my wife, and I will ensure that you walk sideways in the world."

Ye Jingtang handed the steamed bun to Luo Ning, came to the door, held the door frame with his hand and looked down at Zhe Yunli:

"You're a big girl, you're still learning how to live in the world. I have to rescue your wife, and I have to buy food for you. If you hang out with you, why don't you go hungry for nine meals in three days?"

Zhe Yunli took the sweet potato, took a step back, stood on the threshold, and looked at Ye Jingtang:

"Do you know who this girl is?"

There were no chairs in the room, so Ye Jingtang sat down directly on the threshold:

"A thief who breaks into private houses, eats and drinks. Isn't that right?"

Niaoniao squatted in front of him, with a small dried meat box in front of him. While he was immersed in cooking, he said "chichichi..." twice, which didn't sound very agreeable.

After all, Ye Jingtang has touched Sister Xiao Xigua for so long without even caring about a meal. What is the difference between Ye Jingtang and a white prostitute?

"Don't worry, I will pay you money."

Zheyunli also finished cooking next to him, picked up the dried meat from Niaoniao's rice bowl and threw it into his mouth.

"grumble?!!!"

Ye Jingtang waited for Zhe Yunli to chew and eat slowly, then frowned:

"You two seem to have a really hard life, you can even eat rat meat..."

Birds and birds nodded very cooperatively.

Zhe Yunli's expression froze, and his face turned green at that moment. He wanted to vomit, but felt embarrassed, so he held the handle of the knife:

"You little thief, today I am very..."

Luo Ning, who was drinking soup on the bed, finally couldn't stand it anymore and frowned:

"Yunli, he's teasing you on purpose. This bird is so smart, how could he be willing to feed it rat meat? No vendor is free enough to make rat meat into dried meat and put it in a box."

Zhe Yunli didn't believe it, so he picked up another piece of dried meat and fiercely fed it into Ye Jingtang's mouth:
To be continued...