The lantern was a little dark, Yang Yi walked to the railing of the wooden staircase, put the lantern on it, opened the oil paper lampshade, and fiddled with the wick of the oil lamp, and the light became bright again.

Yang Yi is an atheist, of course he doesn't believe in nonsense like hauntings, but in this environment, he suddenly feels that someone is tugging on his legs! It's a terrible thing.

Conditionally turned around but didn't see anyone, looked down, and was jumped by a dark shadow.

Yang Yi passed the lantern and looked carefully, it turned out to be a cat!

It was a pure white kitten, which seemed to be a little fat, with a few long whiskers moving up and down on its round face.

The kitten horn was on Yang Yi's face, and kept pulling his trouser leg with its paws, and let out a low growl in his mouth.

Yang Yi gently lifted the instep, and the kitten lying on his lap couldn't help it, so he waved his paws twice in panic and fell back to the side, looking very funny.

Yang Yi smiled and squatted down, the little white cat seemed to like Yang Yi very much, and clumsily came up again, stretched out his tongue and licked Yang Yi's palm.

Yang Yi habitually touched his pocket, wanting to find something to eat for it, but there was nothing in the bag except melon seeds.

Throwing a few mischievous past, who would have thought that the little white cat sniffed with its nose, and actually stuck out its tongue to bring melon seeds into its mouth and stumbled to eat them?

"Cats also eat melon seeds?" Yang Yi has never had a cat, but he has never heard of anyone's cat eating melon seeds.

This is very interesting, reaching out and smoothing the back of the little white cat. The translucent white hair in the moonlight is very good-looking, and a slender tail is swaying slowly.

"You're too fat, you look like Garfield," Yang Yi raised the little white cat's slightly fat paws and sneered.

I don't know if the little white cat understood Yang Yi's poisonous tongue, or if he was not very satisfied with the food, he raised his head suddenly, and used his mouth to pull Yang Yi's arm with some annoyance, and let out a dissatisfied low roar in his throat, and in the dimness, his two eyes emitted a stunning green light.

Yang Yi retracted his hand, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, this cat didn't seem to have barked from beginning to end, to be exact, there was no meow that a cat should have, which was very abnormal.

Yang Yi took the lantern and took a closer look.

"I'm grass! What the is a white tiger! ”

Yang Yi almost ran away without being scared.

This is not a little white cat, no one's little white cat will grow so strong, let alone have fangs that are close to half an inch long, and the most important thing is how can a cat not meow?

Yang Yi is sure that this must be a tiger, or a rare Bengal white tiger, I have seen it in TV documentaries before, this kind of tiger is only found in Yunnan, Myanmar, India, and Bangladesh in China, and in this era, those places are either far away or still wild places.

The pure white tiger is a diseased tiger with a low survival rate and a very small number, but I didn't expect Daguang Diqing to have it.

Of course, Yang Yi is not afraid of such a clumsy little tiger, tigers are mammals, cub tigers rarely leave adult tigers to appear alone, the baby tiger appears here, it is likely that its parents are nearby.

This is not a joke, the title of plague god or prince is not good for tigers.

Yang Yi cautiously took a few steps back, leaned his back against the railing of the corridor, raised the lantern in his hand as much as possible, and looked around. The silence in the study building was terrible, except for the sound of the leaves outside the study building being blown back and forth by the evening breeze.

"The young man is good, since he knows the Four Holy White Tigers." A voice came.

Yang Yi immediately developed a voice from above his head, looked up, and saw a person sitting on the attic window above the third floor opposite.

The man sat with his back to the moon, and his face could not be seen clearly in the dark, but he could only see that the top of the man's head was shining, and he was a bald man, dragging a large wine jar in his hand, and he was pouring wine into his mouth one by one.

"Monk?" Yang Yi saw a string of beads rippling casually on the bald head's chest.

"You should be called the Master." The monk drank to himself.

Yang Yi thought for a while and said, "Sweeping the floor? ”

The monk turned his head and seemed to be a little angry and said, "Rude! ”

Yang Yi didn't know how he climbed so high silently, and he didn't think that he was really so bloody that he could meet a hermit master.

"This little white cat is yours?"

"What a little white cat, this is the Four Holy White Tigers."

"It doesn't matter, what matters is what you're doing here, voyeurism is not a monk's doing."

"Hahaha" The monk laughed angrily, put down the wine jar in his hand and said, "I peep at you? Boy, do you know who I am? ”

This is too old-fashioned, Yang Yi felt that this person should have watched too many martial arts movies, and according to the script, he should ask his name, and then he was startled by his name, kneeling on the ground and trembling.

Of course, Yang Yi is not a person who plays cards according to the routine, his eyes rolled, and he had an idea.

"Are you a Tianshan Tong?" Yang Yi said with a look of adoration.

"Who's that? I don't know. The monk shook his head.

Yang Yi pretended to ponder, and then suddenly said: "You are an undefeated predecessor in the East!" ”

"It's not."

"That'...... Then you must be boxing champion Tyson, right? ”

"Who are these people? How I've never heard of it. The monk was confused when he heard it, and Yang Yi's exaggerated performance made him think that these should be some famous characters, but he had never heard of them.

Yang Yi showed an embarrassed expression: "You don't know any of them?" That's a bit of a lonely thing. ”

As soon as the monk heard this, he jumped down from the pavilion window a few feet high, and his body bounced out as soon as his feet touched the ground, and a few ups and downs crossed several bookshelves to Yang Yi, and his body was extremely flexible.

"Boy! Do you dare to call me a lonely person? There is no one in the world who I don't know! ”

Yang Yi was secretly shocked in his heart, Yang Yi had seen too many characters like martial arts masters.

Walking can bring a tornado, which is blown by a huge fan next to it.

The sword in his hand can swing sword qi of various colors, like throwing a grenade, pointing to explode wherever it is, which is made by the computer in the later stage.

Flying lightly without any scruples, violating the principle of gravity, can make Newton die of shame. Of course, the premise is to remove Via behind the actor.

In just a moment, Yang Yi finally understood what the misinterpreted Chinese kung fu was like.

The speed of a sprinter, the bounce of a basketball player, the tenacity of a gymnast, and the strength and agility of a fighter athlete, the person who has all of this is a martial arts master.

The word eaves walking on the wall is not an abstract word, it is a very appropriate realistic word, light power is not necessarily light to fly to the sky, it is very similar to parkour, it should be said that parkour is the entry level of light work, parkour in modern society is a kind of entertainment or not doing business, in ancient times this is the ability to eat, save life, this is not a level at all.

Yang Yi believes that if there was a law in the previous life that the Chinese football team could not win the World Cup and the whole team would be sentenced to death, then I believe that the Chinese people would soon be able to see the style of the Hercules Cup.

This may not be a joke, but it is a human potential. Human potential is unlimited, and it is not an empty phrase, which is why it can make the fat-headed and big-eared monk in front of him so light.

The progress of science and technology in later generations has caused the degradation of the physical fitness potential of human beings, which is also an inevitability, and the corresponding thinking potential of the human brain has been maximized.

Modern people think that flying cornices and walls are incredible, and the future technological society is a fantasy and a myth for the ancients.

Yang Yi believed that if he told others the scene of the future world, it was estimated that the fool's hat would not be able to be removed from the coffin.