When I woke up the next morning, the muscular uncle was already remodeled with a haode machete...... No, it should be said that it is a short knife now, and Uncle Muscle sent the modified haode short knife......

In fact, Wang Ming was very puzzled about how this uncle, who looked like a, knew where he lived, and then found out that his house was only ten meters away from the uncle's blacksmith shop.

Well...... The straight-line distance is only a dozen meters away...... So the uncle made a fortune from him yesterday, and when he came to eat at the restaurant here, he happened to see Wang Ming enter the house......

Wang Ming watched speechlessly as the uncle walked away from the path next to his house with a smile.

I knew it was so close...... Why did you have to look for death and life for a long time! Soul light, cherish the fruits of other people's labor!

Walking into the brothel with a painful face, this time is breakfast time.

That's right, Wang Mingtong's shoes went to bed early and got up early to drink poetry in order to come over for breakfast...... You can't afford to hurt someone who only has one silver coin in his body.

"Yo, early~" Seeing that the prostitute investment was yawning and coming down from the stairs, Wang Ming greeted her cheekily.

After all, I'm here for breakfast...... It's better to be polite......

"Morning ...... Early~" The prostitute leader was obviously stunned for two seconds.

This guy is going to make a fuss when he comes here so early. But...... I didn't even notice him when he didn't say anything just now...... Has your vigilance dropped these days?

Wang Ming's learning ability is still very good, he has only been in contact with the stealth technique for a few hours, and now he can use it decently, and just now he even almost hid the old fritter of the prostitute leader.

As it turned out, Wang Ming's strategy was successful, as he was now drinking the prostitute leader Paula and Essio and his two female family members to nibble on bread with milk.

The breakfast battle was perfectly done.

I patted my stomach with satisfaction, and sure enough, I only have the most appetite when I eat other people's things.

By this time, Essio had returned to his room, helping his mother and sister with their belongings - there was nothing to pack, the house had been ransacked, and there was only a small amount of things that could be brought out when he escaped.

But after all, I have lived in this city for more than ten years, and I have to leave here now, and I may not be able to return for the rest of my life...... It's a little sad.

For now, I'll leave it to Essio and his family.

Wang Ming smiled, turned around and walked to the courtyard behind the brothel, and began to practice the fighting skills he had learned before.

Although these techniques had long been imprinted in Wang Ming's mind, this body was not very familiar with them.

At that time, when I killed six soldiers, I felt that it was an ordinary trick that could be used, but there were always some unnecessary strains due to physical reasons...... This problem is simply fatal in battle.

So take advantage of this safe time to practice a lot.

Then the first thing is - Zamabu.

Zamabu is the most important thing in Chinese martial arts. This is the most important in any martial arts. Although Wang Ming's martial arts inheritance comes from the King of Fighters, and there are some fantasy factors in it, the foundation is Zama Bu, which will not change. In his previous life, even if there was an incredible Liliang of the Predator Space Bar to help him build a foundation, Wang Ming still had the habit of taking a horse every day. Not to mention that it's time for the foundation to be a mess.

Open your feet 15 degrees outward, shoulder-width apart, and squat slightly. Start turning your toes forward. Shift your center of gravity down and gradually squat deeper. Keep your feet wide open until you reach two feet until you are three feet apart. The hands changed from encircled to flat, and the palms of the hands were xiangxia.

This is the four-level horse in Zama's step. If it was an ordinary person, he would naturally not pose as a four-level horse when he first started practicing martial arts, but Wang Ming is different, he has an understanding of all this in his previous life, so even if his physical fitness is poor, he can easily pose this pose.

Then, Wang Ming closed his eyes and waited for the time to pass bit by bit.

While Wang Ming was posing as a four-flat horse in the courtyard with his eyes closed, the prostitute leader and Aisiou in the upstairs room were silently watching him.

Essio looked indifferent, the nature of the assassin's suit kept his eyes hidden under the brim of his hat, and he silently watched the courtyard downstairs in a pose that seemed extremely strange to them, and the aura in his eyes was indeed faintly visible, as if he had comprehended something from this.

"It's a wonderful move." The leader of the prostitutes smiled and turned her head to look at Aisio who was hiding in the darkness beside her: "This is the martial art inherited from the mysterious East." ”

Who is the prostitute leader, an excellent assassin like him who has undergone countless training, that eyesight is naturally not comparable to ordinary people, just watching Wang Ming slowly pose as a four-level horse, she quickly analyzed the meaning of this set of actions.

Essio nodded silently, remembering this strange posture in his heart. Although he is not like a prostitute leader, he can see the beauty of this set of actions in a short time, but he naturally does not believe the words of an old-timer like a prostitute leader. Originally, in his eyes, this set of horse steps was very magical, but now that he heard the words of the prostitute leader, it was natural to remember this set of actions.

It wouldn't hurt anyway.

With this in mind, Essio turned and walked past the prostitute leader, "I'll go and help them pack their things." ”

The prostitute did not answer, and Essio did not wait for her to answer, but only spoke to her.

"Bang." The sound of the door closing, the head of the prostitute standing by the window looked at Wang Ming, who was still standing with his eyes closed downstairs, smiled, turned around and returned to his room.

And downstairs...... Feeling that the two lines of sight on his body disappeared, Wang Ming didn't care too much, and was still immersed in the state of exerting force all over his body, exercising his control over his body.

An hour passed, and Wang Ming's breathing, which had become silent because of the practice of stealth, became clear and audible, and there seemed to be some kind of pattern between breaths and breaths.

Two hours passed...... At this time, the sun was already high, it must have been about nine o'clock in the morning, and the prostitutes around gradually began to increase, and the surrounding sounds began to become more and more noisy. But Wang Ming was still unmoved, if he got closer, he would find that Wang Ming's breathing sound, which had turned back to normal, now began to become looming again. At the same time, the dense beads of sweat that originally appeared on his forehead became much rarer.

Everything means that Wang Ming is getting more and more relaxed.

After another ten minutes, there were already people around, and Wang Ming, who didn't want to be watched, finally restrained his posture.

I stomped my feet, and I didn't feel numb at all.

Chinese martial arts is really broad and profound.

Two hours...... It's not much, but it's enough to take your control over your body to a higher level.

I clenched my fist and felt that I could exert force everywhere in my body, although it was still not as good as in my previous life, but it was enough in this shijie.

By this time, Essio (there were always people who struggled with me about Ezio and Essio, both of which were transliterations, but there was no difference) and his family were ready to go.

There was a carriage parked at the door, which was kindly offered by the head of a wealthy prostitute.

Of course, it was only for the two ladies to ride...... If Wang Ming wants to go up and try it, he will probably be thrown down......

And Wang Ming has no interest in sitting in a small space with those aunts who don't look good.

Firmly fastening the short knife to his waist, Wang Ming took the reins handed over by Aisiou.

This is a docile mare...... Wang Ming thought so in his heart......

People who have never ridden a horse can't afford to be hurt, in the 21st century, at least that thing is the patent of the rich and handsome, how can we be eligible for this kind of treatment?

But fortunately, the saddle, stirrups, horseshoes and so on were all well prepared, which made Wang Ming breathe a sigh of relief.