341: Chapter 224: Listening to the Wind While Appreciating the Snow, New Year’s Eve Murder!
341: Chapter 224: Listening to the Wind While Appreciating the Snow, New Year’s Eve Murder!
When Little Fatty got up, it was just beginning to get light outside.
Hearing sounds from the courtyard, he walked out with his Skull Hamr, rubbing his eyes, and asked with concern, “Brother, did you sleep last night?”
When they had separated last night, it was already past two in the morning.
Now, just after six o’clock, his brother was already out in the courtyard training.
Where was there ti for sleep?
“I dozed off for a bit,” Tang Fei said.
After he finished applying dicine for Bai Wuxin yesterday, making sure that he was out of danger and his life was no longer at risk, it was already past four in the morning.
He laid down on the sofa and dozed off for a bit, then woke up startled.
Since he couldn’t sleep anyway, he might as well train in the courtyard.
He had a very bad premonition in his heart, feeling that there wasn’t much ti left for him to grow and improve.
Bai Wuxin knew his own identity, and naturally, the people behind Bai Wuxin also knew his identity.
How many people were behind Bai Wuxin?
Could each and every person be trusted?
If there was even one traitor, he and Little Fatty’s situation would be extrely perilous, likely ending up with no place to bury themselves.
He was afraid of dying.
He didn’t want to die.
He had to beco stronger!
He absolutely had to beco much stronger!
However, as a cultivator, after sitting in ditation for half an hour on the sofa, the Yin Yang Qi in his body circulated through his vessels and ridians for several cycles, and the fatigue in his body was swept away, making him feel refreshed and clear-headed again.
The biggest difference between a cultivator and an ordinary martial artist is that the forr knows how to utilize innate Qi.
This is a more brilliant and more scientific thod of cultivation.
Little Fatty was an exception.
If sheer force could really break through all techniques, Little Fatty would be the first among them.
Of course, the physical strength in Little Fatty could be depleted, unlike the Yin Yang Qi, which, once cultivated to a certain realm, would flow endlessly like the water of the Yangtze River.
Without tily rest and replenishnt, he was still at risk of running out of energy.
“That’s good, I was worried you didn’t sleep,” Little Fatty said.
“Brother, I’ll train with you.”
“Alright,” Tang Fei nodded in agreent.
He first went through the “Imperial Court Scripture,” a Royal Family Secret Book for solidifying one’s foundation, which he had long returned to Phoenix, but he had morized every character and symbol in it.
He could feel the Yin Yang Qi in his body becoming more abundant by the day, confirming that the “Imperial Court Scripture” was indeed much stronger than the Foundation Establishnt ntal thod that the old man had given him before.
He then practiced the first three techniques from “Netherworld Scroll” thousands of tis.
His body already showed signs of fatigue, but he didn’t imdiately end his morning session.
After taking a short rest, he seriously perford the “Dragon Elephant Demon Suppression Fist” eight tis.
He had already obtained so benefits from this Cultivation Technique and felt its terrifying power.
He now desperately wished that he could quickly break through the third or even fourth layer…
He had calculated his combat power; if he could deliver a punch carrying the force of four dragons and four elephants, he might be able to fight against a Grandmaster.
Regrettably, he had not yet had the chance to spar with a real Grandmaster.
Xuanyuan Mingjing was a Great Grandmaster, and there was a significant difference in level and realm between them.
After seeing Xuanyuan Mingjing make a move, Tang Fei felt completely unable to resist.
Ever since the first lesson, when Xuanyuan Mingjing asked him to find his own path, he had been contemplating:
What is the path?
And what is my path?
Unfortunately, he still hadn’t co to a definite conclusion.
However, he was not in a hurry; if it was so easy to find one’s own path, wouldn’t there be Grandmasters everywhere on New Star?
Understanding the path leads to ascension; once the path is understood, one can ascend.
This illustrates the formidable nature of the “path.”
Of course, this ascension does not refer to becoming a celestial being but to a rapid advancent in strength and realm that makes one seem unreachable.
Although Tang Fei had only broken through the second layer of the “Dragon Elephant Demon Suppression Skill” and could only exert the strength of two dragons and two elephants, he still had to restrain his power in the courtyard, daring not to release his energy outward.
The Training Cabin had been destroyed by those two dragons and two elephants, and he had not had the ti to find soone to replace it.
If he unleashed a punch in the courtyard, he feared the walls would collapse in a heap.
After eight repetitions of the “Dragon Elephant Demon Suppression Fist,” Tang Fei was completely exhausted and drenched in sweat.
Little Fatty, who was smashing rocks nearby with his bare upper body, was also covered in sweat, looking as if he had just been fished out of a river.
“Little Fatty, are you done yet?” Tang Fei asked.
“Brother, I’m done over here,” Little Fatty said.
Shang Xiulin had told him to practice striking water every day, but since their courtyard lacked a lake or pond, he had to continue with his usual task: smashing rocks.
“Are you hungry?”
“Hehe, I am a bit hungry, actually.”
“Go take a bath first, and I’ll cook dumplings for you.
You can eat dumplings after your bath,” Tang Fei said.
“Thanks, brother, I love dumplings the most,” Little Fatty said, grinning.
“Today is New Year’s Eve…
Just like on Old Land, on New Year’s Eve morning, you have to eat dumplings…” Tang Fei said.
“Mhm,” Little Fatty nodded.
Then, struck by a thought, he said with a tinge of lancholy, “If only godfather were here…
how great that would be…
Godfather loved dumplings the most; he could eat several bowls by himself.”
Back in Old Land, they would also eat dumplings on New Year’s Eve.
But on Old Land, there wasn’t good wheat flour available, so they would use sorghum flour or other flours as substitutes.
If there was no wild boar at, they would use rabbit at or mutton, and sotis even pheasant at…
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