Sou!

In the woods, a frightened rabbit suddenly emerges from the snowy grass and flees with lightning speed.

"White snake grass!"

Suddenly, there was a low shout in the oblique brake, Yang Ji's body was short, and he pounced, a vertical leap was more than three zhang away, and he hadn't landed yet, his right palm was slapped under him, and he was three zhang away with a whoosh.

This rabbit has not yet run ten zhang away, and the white waves behind him are rolling, and he was caught up by Yang Jisan and two vertical leaps, and he was caught in his hand.

"Haha, it worked!"

Yang Ji lifted the rabbit in the air and watched it kick around on all fours, jumping around, and his heart was happy.

Since comprehending the essence of "White Snake Grass", Yang Ji has been following Xiao Ji to learn this trick "White Snake Grass" repeatedly.

Yang Ji does not have the impatience of ordinary beginners, and knows the truth of "being greedy and chewing too much", so he has been studying this trick without hurry.

Sure enough, the hard work paid off, and now there are results.

It is impossible for ordinary people to catch up with a rabbit that is running away, but Yang Ji relied on the "white snake grass" to hunt like a snake, and caught the rabbit in three or two clicks and caught it with his bare hands.

This kind of ability to "catch rabbits with bare hands" was unimaginable before, and only a very small number of masters who are as fast as a fox in the "nine stages of breathing" can do it.

Yang Ji only breathed eight stages, but with a magical "White Snake Fucao", he did what these people could do.

"Xiao Ji, let's go!"

A moment later, Yang Ji greeted Xiao Ji, and a person and a snake immediately jumped down the mountain like lightning.

Winter turns to spring, and before you know it, February has passed, the snow on the earth is gradually melting, and the once bare branches in many places spit out a trace of new shoots early.

During this period of time, Yang Ji's "White Snake Fucao" became more and more proficient, and the daily "Divine Dragon Refining Pile Method" became more and more sophisticated, and now Yang Ji's cultivation has been stabilized in the eighth stage of breathing, approaching the realm of nine stages.

"My foundation is solid, and I can start practicing other moves. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

There are six styles of "White Snake Martial Arts", but in addition to the first move "White Snake Fucao", other moves have great requirements for physical strength and liliang, and forced practice will only be "four dislikes", just like Zhao Liang and Wen Meng, and it will also damage the muscles and bones.

Yang Ji has already comprehended the essence of the "White Snake Martial Arts", and with the "White Snake Fucao" as the foundation, it is naturally a matter of course to learn other moves.

After that, Yang Ji began to concentrate on learning the second trick "White Snake Spit Letter". As time passed, a large number of sketches of Xiao Ji's calligraphy and painting were piled up in Yang Ji's room, and there were more and more of them.

Different from before, all the calligraphy and painting this time are Xiao Ji's actions of spitting letters, spitting out letters in the air, spitting letters in mid-air, spitting letters in the trees, turning back to spit letters, and spitting out letters with his head held high...... , all kinds of pictures are wonderful.

However, with the increase of calligraphy and painting, Yang Ji gradually felt that something was wrong.

"No, no, it's not like this, it's not like this......"

Late at night, an oil lamp was burning, Yang Ji frowned in the room, his face was depressed, and there was a stack of Xiao Ji's manuscript papers scattered in front of him.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?......"

Yang Ji stood up suddenly, practiced the action of "White Snake Spitting Letters" and couldn't go on, then sat down, got up again, practiced again, and sat down again......

After such a constant repetition, Yang Ji was irritable, and he just couldn't complete the drill.

He had already mastered the essence of the White Snake martial arts, but when he actually practiced this move, "White Snake Spit Letters", he had a feeling of being out of place, like a tall and thin person wearing a pair of short and fat pants.

"I have obviously mastered this trick of the White Snake Confession, and Weishenme will feel so weird when I practice?"

Yang Ji's eyebrows were squeezed into the word "Sichuan".

This is not the first time he has had this feeling that something is wrong, in fact, when he first practiced the first move "White Snake Fucao", Yang Ji already had this feeling, but he didn't particularly care about it at the time, and it didn't feel so obvious until he practiced the second move "White Snake Spit Letter".

Yang Ji sat back in his chair and took a draft of Xiao Ji's calligraphy and painting spitting letters, and took the calligraphy and painting that used to record the Yang family's children's practice of the "White Snake Martial Arts", and compared the two with each other.

On the screen, the "White Snake Spitting Letter" action practiced by the Yang disciples and Xiao Ji's spitting out letter gradually overlapped, and it was almost impossible to find any fault with the action alone.

"Am I mistaken?"

Yang Ji looked confused, and quickly shook his head, people's senses are very sensitive, and that kind of wrong feeling will never arise for no reason.

"Could it be that when I first stole the school, the distance was too far away, and some movements were not seen clearly, so I had this feeling of being wrong?"

Yang Ji secretly said in his heart, thinking about it carefully, the corner of the wall where he was hiding was far away from the martial arts training ground, even if there were some things that he didn't see clearly, it was normal.

"The so-called 'a small difference, a thousand miles wrong', perhaps, I should get close to the martial arts training ground and take a closer look. ”

Yang Ji said in his heart, but soon frowned again:

"The first snow has melted, and the clansmen are now moving more and more frequently, once I get close to the martial arts training ground, it will be terrible if someone notices me and reports it to the eldest lady. ”

Yang Ji has always been hiding from the eldest lady, and he beat Yang Yong last time, but after all, he has no handle. And the eldest lady will not believe that she will have such a thing in a short period of time.

But if Yang Ji secretly learned martial arts in the martial arts training field and was caught by the eldest lady, it would be terrible. With the means of the eldest lady, once she learns about this, it will never be as simple as breaking off the silver and drawing a whip or two before.

Yang Ji deeply knows that there is a lot of risk here.

However, as soon as his thoughts turned, Yang Ji said again in his heart:

"Hey, manly man, what does it look like to look forward and backward, and be timid? The heart of the eldest lady, as long as I keep a low profile, will she definitely let me go? Instead of sitting back and cowering like this, it is better to take the initiative and learn more things as soon as possible to improve my liliang. When the time comes, there is room for advance or retreat. ”

Thinking like this, Yang Ji turned his heart sideways and simply let it go.

......

In the evening, Yang Ji came back from the deep mountains, passed through the gate of the mansion, and did not go directly to the firewood house, but made a big circle and walked towards the hinterland of the sect.

In front of the huge archway, two guards of the Yang clan stood there, staring into the distance motionless.

"I don't know if they'll find out. ”

Yang Ji lowered his head, a little nervous in his heart.

From the edge of the Yang Mansion where Yang Ji lives to the hinterland of the clan, you must pass through this archway. If it was discovered once, it would make these guards vigilant, and Yang Ji would not even think about sneaking into the hinterland of the sect in the future.

What's worse is that if you attract the attention of the eldest lady because of this, it will be even more worth the loss.

Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps......

Yang Ji is getting closer and closer.

The two clan guards did not react, and were currently looking ahead, as if looking somewhere else.

Twenty steps, ten steps, five steps......

Yang Ji slowed down, his heart pounding. Suddenly, the guard on the left moved, and a gaze fell on Yang Ji's body.

Yang Ji's heart trembled, but he still walked forward. I only secretly wish they didn't recognize themselves.

"zhanzhu!

Leng Jun's voice sounded in his ears, as if a thunderbolt struck Yang Ji's head.

"It was discovered. ”

Yang Ji's heart was shocked, and he lost his mind for a while.

He still took it for granted, these guards were strong and sharp-eyed, how could they not recognize themselves.

With this failure, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get close to this place in the future.

Fortunately, Yang Ji has been "tested" many times in the clan, and now his heart has been honed with extreme tenacity, although he is lost, he is not panicked.

It's better to fail at the entrance than to be found inside. At the very least, as long as it is handled properly, it will be treated as an accident and will not arouse the suspicion of the eldest lady.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake. ”

Before he could say this, Yang Ji heard a timid voice behind him:

"My lord, it's none of my business. It was my father who said that the ladies of the clan wanted to try me, so let me go and see. ”

The voice was crying, almost scared to tears.

"It turned out to be him!"

Hearing this voice, Yang Ji let out a heavy breath, with an indescribable relief. He originally thought that he had been recognized, but he didn't expect that he would come back to life again.

The voice behind him, Yang Ji vaguely had the impression that it was the son of an old servant in the sect. Like himself, he also lives on the edge of the clan.

It is clear that the guards were mistaken.

Sure enough, Yang Ji heard the sound of the guards waving and shouting, and asked him to hurry in.

"Luckily, it worked. ”

Yang Ji didn't stay long, quickened his pace, and hurried away.

Compared with winter, there are obviously many maids and servants coming and going in the hinterland of the clan, but no one notices Yang Ji, all of them are in a hurry, and their footsteps are like flying.

Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked around to the vicinity of the martial arts training ground.

On the huge martial arts training ground, there are many people, and there are many more Yang disciples practicing martial arts on it than last time. Some of them are younger than Yang Ji.

Yang Ji slowed down, didn't attract anyone's attention, and slowly walked towards the martial arts training ground. His gaze wandered for a week, and soon fell on a Yang disciple.

"The second move, 'White Snake Spit Letter', in snakes, refers to the action of snakes spitting letters. The 'letter son' is the tongue, but we humans do not stick out our tongues, but wave our palms. That's the power of our human ingenuity. You've got to—"

The Yang disciple said and immediately demonstrated in person, leaned forward, and rushed out, his palm swallowed, and the air was fanned and crackled, as if it had been slapped on a wall.

There was an immediate uproar around the city.

However, Yang Ji couldn't help frowning when he looked at this scene. No, it's still wrong, the "White Snake Spit Letter" made by this person is no different from the pictures he secretly learned and recorded.

Yang Ji originally thought that when he went to the martial arts training ground in person and looked at it up close, the doubts in his heart would be solved. But after seeing it in person, the doubts in Yang Ji's heart deepened.

"Am I really wrong?"

Yang Ji felt stunned in his heart.

As soon as the time for dinner arrived, the people in the square quickly dispersed, and Yang Ji also had to leave the hinterland and return to the firewood house.

In the next few days, Yang Ji would sneak into the vicinity of the martial arts training ground every day to watch the martial arts practice. At the beginning, Yang Ji didn't get anything, he only felt that his head was in chaos.

But gradually, Yang Ji felt that although the "White Snake Martial Arts" practiced by the children of these Yang clans were good, they felt that it was not like that at all, and there was a taste of "form but not god".

But Yang Ji has no experience, and he doesn't know if the feeling he figured out by himself is right or wrong. Moreover, if he is right, then not all the Yang disciples are wrong.

The Yang clan is also a big clan in Pingchuan County, and many of the disciples are talented and intelligent, can it be said that they are the only ones who feel that there is a problem, and they don't feel it?

Disciples of the Breathing Realm can also be said to be insufficient, but what about the disciples of the Martial Dao Realm? Their cultivation is much higher than their own, could it be said that even they are wrong?

Or is it just that you are wrong?

Yang Ji was puzzled.

If this doubt is not resolved, he will not be able to let go of his heart, and it will be difficult for him to improve his cultivation.

......

"No, no...... The body is so stiff, the moves are so deliberate, how to hit the enemy...... Shouldn't the White Snake martial arts be like this?"

Yang Ji muttered to himself, passing by the martial arts training ground as usual, he pretended to have something in his heart, and actually said it unconsciously.

If Yang Ji had been hiding in the corner and peeking from afar, it would have been okay to say this. But this time, in order to see the moves clearly, he unconsciously got closer and closer to the martial arts training ground, and completely forgot about the taboo.

There is a saying that "the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention". Yang Ji said that this was because he had doubts in his heart, but when he heard this words, it was not the same taste in the ears of another person at all, and his face turned black in an instant.

Yang Meng is one of the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of the Yang family, and together with the other four disciples of the Yang clan, he is known as the "Five Tigers of the Yang Clan".

Everyone in the Yang clan seems to be equal on the surface, but in fact there is a strict hierarchy.

Because Yang Meng was the youngest among them, and he had just squeezed into the martial arts, he had the lowest status among the "Yang Five Tigers", so the work assigned to him was also the hardest and most tiring, to teach other Yang disciples in the martial arts training ground.

It's irritable to do this kind of work every day, but I didn't expect to meet a guy who doesn't know what to do and pointing at the side, not knowing how to pretend to understand, talking nonsense, saying that this is not right, that is not good, and looking down on people with a dog's eyes, looking down on people, thinking about it makes me angry.

It doesn't matter if those senior martial arts masters in the clan look down on them, but what is Yang Ji? A guy who has no sense of existence in the clan dares to look down on him!

As long as you think about being despised by such a guy with mediocre martial arts and low eyes, Yang Meng is not an ordinary fire.

"Wait a while, we have to find a way to get him on stage and endure hardships. ”

Yang Meng said fiercely in his heart. He didn't have any other ideas, he just wanted to teach Yang Ji a lesson, let him suffer a little, and let him know that the sky was high and the earth was thick.