Xinyu thought about this most important issue for a long time, and finally wrote down several names or situations that would put Yuxuan into crisis. He listed about 8-9 names and situations, and stared at them blankly in thought. It wasn't until the sky outside slowly began to show light that he suddenly realized that he got up anxiously as if he had to go somewhere. He originally wanted to find a flint and burn the rice paper first, but then he changed his mind and smiled, crumpled it into a ball and held it in his fist. After a moment of inner strength, he opened his palm again. Only a small amount of flour-like powder remained: "Well, It’s really convenient to use internal energy for this purpose. I can also think about what else to use internal energy for besides fighting. After all, the human body’s energy source is the most advanced in the world.”
He opened the cabinet and changed into a pair of tights, and tied a leather belt around his waist. There were many small cylinders on the belt, and a short-handled battle ax was attached. The ax was made of bronze, with a semicircular ax head and a short wooden A short leather strap is tied to the handle. Xinyu put the strap on his wrist and swung the tomahawk in a circle. It turned into a small circle and made a whirring sound. "Well, what a coincidence. The weapon I used is also to my liking." He jumped out of the window and went to the ground of a plum tree. He jumped up 6 feet with a quick breath, used another force on the branch, and climbed out of the wall. This is the innermost corner of the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, so there are no patrolling guards outside, and there are no people in the back alley at dawn.
Xinyu shuttled through the deserted alleys and soon came to the city gate. At this time, the small side door of the city gate had been opened, allowing the merchants in the morning market to enter and exit. He left the city and left the main road. After seeing no one around, he started his Qinggong and jumped up to the big tree. His light body shuttled between the trees. Climbing up the nearest hillside, after a while, he landed gently from the tree in front of a small dilapidated temple. Standing on the steps outside was a middle-aged man dressed as a servant. His face was covered with burns, but his eyes were bright. Seeing Xinyu jump down, he said softly: "Xuan'er, you're late. Were you okay last night?" "
Master: "Okay, today's order target is 90. Are you ready?" Xinyu nodded and touched the cylinder on his belt with both hands. "The master put down a cloth bag from his back, opened the mouth of the bag and dumped the contents on the open space a few meters away. With a bang, countless wasps swarmed out of a smashed honeycomb and faced the two of them. Xinyu's hands immediately turned into afterimages, and he kept taking out something from his belt and waving it out. Each stroke was accompanied by a flash of light, and then part of the Wasp's offensive obviously disappeared. Xinyu waved his hands a dozen times and then stopped. The Wasp had already Half of them disappeared, and the rest continued to rush forward like a suicide squad. Xinyu's palms flew up and he used his inner strength to destroy them all in two strokes.
Master: "Count it yourself and report the number." Xinyu swept away the dead body of Ma Feng, who was beaten to death by the wind with his feet, and moved forward to the land closer to the wasp nest to check the earliest dead wasp body. Each of those corpses had a needle, and Xinyu counted the needles as he pulled them out and put them into the tube. Then he went back and reported the count: "Master, 89, and I missed one." The master nodded and praised with satisfaction: "You have a good talent in learning how to scatter flowers. I was not as fast as you back then." After hearing this, the master Xinyu expressed his approval with joy on his face: "Then I will be able to start training soon?" The master smiled and said: "It's not so soon. You must first be able to do 180 stitches without missing a stitch. Then before it is finished, then change to 30 flies..." Xinyu frowned: "180 wasps, flies are small, and their reactions are several times faster than wasps." The master laughed: "I haven't finished yet. In the end, you have to kill 9 mosquitoes at the same time to be considered a graduate. !" Xinyu was dumbfounded. Master: "Just practice hard. This skill of "Tiannu Sanhua" has basically been lost in the world. Since my mentor passed away, and my two brothers died 18 years ago, the bloody battle in the Luoyang Mountain Gorge , I am the only successor who knows this martial arts, and you are my only...disciple..." The latter part was a bit sad.
Xinyu gently held the master's arm: "Master, I know that you have been a groom in the prince's house for 16 years just to keep an eye on me secretly and teach me kung fu. Your martial arts will definitely not be worse than those of the masters of the martial arts. Why are you so kind to me, hiding your identity for many years, and why have you strictly forbidden me to show my skills?" The master waved his hand: "I made a three-part agreement with you not to ask these questions. The time is not yet ripe, but it is coming soon. You must first practice Tiannv Sanhua, and your grandpa's internal skills and mental skills must also be practiced to the eighth level. Then I can tell you something with confidence only when you are able to protect yourself against level 8 masters. "
Xinyu knew that it was impossible to find out more secrets from the master today, so he smiled and said: "Okay, then I will continue to practice hard and upgrade as soon as possible!" The master nodded: "Next, you can practice your grandpa's Xuanwu battle ax yourself. I still have something to deal with first." Xinyu nodded, and the master started Qinggong and left.
