12dz Chapter 23 Skill
Chapter 23 Skill
Yang Silang winked at his elder sister—Elder sister, how could I get out if I didn't say that?
Grandma Yao wants to buy me one get one free, so I'll give her a buy one get one free too. Let's see if she dares to try and match me up.
If she's willing to let her niece live with two men and live a life of widowhood, then she's truly ruthless.
I was lying to them, don't worry.
The older sister breathed a sigh of relief, then angrily punched him – how dare he spout such nonsense!
But I remember that Wang Daniu and you two used to be really good friends when you were kids, you two hung out together all the time.
"Hiss..." The older sister panicked, "Little brother, you don't have such thoughts."
"Wang Daniu might not be the case, otherwise why would he appear next to you every day?"
"You'd better stay away from this person in the future."
Yang Silang rolled his eyes—"Big sister, that's my fellow villager, friend, and coworker. We work together every day, how could we be far apart?!"
"I'm leaving now, eldest sister. See you tomorrow when I deliver water..." He pushed the water cart and walked away gracefully, leaving behind only Sister Yang, who was worried sick about her younger brother.
"Si Lang, Master said that we are not allowed to deliver water anymore..." she whispered timidly, remembering something.
Yang Silang waved his hand behind him and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll come again tomorrow."
The Zhou family isn't collecting water?
How could that be? They'd never be satisfied with getting something for nothing. How could that couple bear to part with it?
late at night.
Yang Silang continued his stance training as usual in the outer room.
Several months have passed, and the house is still the same house, but it has become much cleaner inside and out.
Previously, the house had nothing left but a few broken bricks and wooden planks, plus an earthen stove, with the inner and outer rooms separated by straw mats.
Today, the straw mat remains, but there are now a few pieces of old furniture inside.
There was a proper second-hand wooden bed against the wall of the outer room, which also served as a chair and table. The bedding rolled up at the foot of the bed was made of cotton cloth.
In addition, there was an iron pot and bottles and jars on the stove in the corner, and there was also a lot of firewood, rice, oil and salt around. A piece of cured meat was hanging down from the window frame, smelling delicious.
It's clear that he's been doing well lately.
The house was already cramped, so there wasn't enough room to put too many things in it.
In the already cramped and confined open space, there was a large vat filled with water. It was an affordable and inexpensive earthenware vat, as tall as a person's waist, large enough to fit even a strong man.
As a result, there wasn't much space left in the outer room.
In this stifling and tense place, Yang Silang calmly chose an open space to stand and leisurely practice his stance. Tonight, his first skill should be at full progress. He wondered what changes might occur later.
The moonlight was dim tonight, obscured by dark clouds.
There was only a faint light inside the room.
I don't know how much time passed.
Yang Silang suddenly opened his eyes.
Skill 1: Tripod Stance 100/100
Then, the font disintegrates, rotates, and finally fixes itself, changing—[Skill 1: Mud-Walking Stakes (Fragment) 1/300]
When the three-legged stance practice was completed and progress exceeded one hundred, a new stance method emerged.
To be precise, it is a step that reveals the incompleteness of the pile foundation.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Yang Silang.
The three-legged stake method originated from the mud-walking stake method, but it cannot encompass all the characteristics of the mud-walking stake method. Therefore, going back in time, this stake method is incomplete.
The thought flashed through my mind, and then countless flashes of inspiration surged, collided, and combined in my mind.
Yang Silang felt his thoughts flowing like a spring, and the shackles that had previously prevented him from understanding all came to a head.
On flat ground, your feet should feel like nails when you land; once you're on a stake, your body should be like bamboo. But if you want to climb an iron vat, your feet should feel like they're wading through mud, using leverage to move forward, seemingly touching but not touching, and your body should be like a round ball.
The key is to glide while gliding, rather than lifting and walking. The tiny muscles in your feet exert force, each one like a tentacle or a suction cup, and you also need to coordinate the muscles throughout your body!
This broken stake is an order of magnitude more refined than the three-legged stake.
"I reckon this is the stance training those martial artists actually practice..."
Inside the house.
Yang Silang changed his posture and set up a new stance in this narrow space. Previously, when he practiced stance, his body would rise and fall with his breathing.
Now, barefoot, with his toes gripping the ground, the muscles in his feet twitch with each breath, his toes curling and stretching, causing his body to shift slightly laterally.
Thus, half an hour later.
Yang Silang opened his eyes and dismantled his stance.
He took a spoonful of oil from the stove, poured it onto his hand, and then spread it evenly on the edge of the large vat.
"rise!"
With a leap, Yang Silang rose half a height into the air, his entire body soaring straight up. When he landed, his feet were already on the narrow edge of the vat.
Because the rim of the vat was coated with oil, his foot slipped.
Instead of resisting the force as before, Yang Silang used it to his advantage, sliding out smoothly and finding his balance point to carefully exert his strength.
At a certain moment, he switched from gliding to walking and casually swayed his body to change his center of gravity.
In this way, gliding becomes walking, walking becomes slow running, and then fast walking, making the whole person as agile as a fish swimming along the edge of a tank.
This went on for a full half hour.
Yang Silang, covered in sweat, jumped into the large vat.
"We're on the right track!"
That's it.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
This vat isn't made of iron, so it can't bear any weight. Therefore, he can only try it out empty-handed. Another day, he'll try it out in the training room at Moon Bay Wharf with a real iron vat.
In addition, the progress of this remaining pile is 300.
He figured out how to use the system, and the next step, when it reached its maximum value, would be the day he could successfully cultivate the technique.
With diligent practice, one can achieve approximately 1 point per day, meaning it would take about 300 days, nearly a year, to master this incomplete stance.
After resting for a while, Yang Silang took a wooden sword from the wall, changed into a set of black clothes, and stepped out the door, disappearing into the night.
"Supernatural Power: Escape Technique - Divine Speed Escape Technique, within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, one can travel as fast as a galloping horse and cover dozens of miles."
He walked close to the corner of the wall, avoiding the night watchmen. Fortunately, this was the outer city, where there were almost no soldiers patrolling, so it was easy to evade them.
Yang Silang left the residential area and soon found a desolate hill.
He then began to practice his swordplay here.
The wooden sword swung, producing a heavy, whirring sound. Each strike was a chop, a slash, or a stab, simple and unadorned, yet he practiced with exceptional seriousness.
At one moment, his sword technique changed. The wooden sword extended and retracted, but the sword holder remained the same. However, the sound became softer, and only a soft hissing sound could be heard.
It was displayed in the mental screen.
Skill 2 - Basic Sword Techniques (Incomplete): 70/200
When he was exhausted, Yang Silang wiped his sweat, put away his wooden sword, and sat cross-legged on a blue stone to rest for a while.
Using a wooden knife was a last resort; given his current status as a porter, buying a sharpened real knife wouldn't be appropriate.
This dynasty does not prohibit martial arts or weapons, but only armor and bows and crossbows. However, any weapon is not cheap.
The paper illustrations of this cleaving and bayoneting technique use a waist knife, but the weapon under Gao Laodao's pillow is more accurately described as a dagger, so it's not suitable for practice.
Yang Silang had previously seen people in the courtyard fighting and playing with wooden swords and knives. He had a sudden inspiration, spent some copper coins, and found a carpenter to make him a wooden sword out of hardwood. That's how he started his cultivation.
In addition, one can barely practice stances indoors, but practicing swordsmanship requires coordination with footwork, which is very troublesome. The courtyard is possible, but there are too many people and too many eyes in the large courtyard.
He practiced in the house for a month, waking up his fifth sister several times, so he simply went out and found this place.
The maximum progress is 200 points. At 1 point per day, it would take about seven months.
However, Yang Silang was not in a hurry.
His base lifespan has reached 100 points, which is far less than his base strength value, but with the bonus from the wood inscription, he is now a full 120 years old.
Yang Silang is only 16 years old now. With the years ahead of him, he is confident that he can go further and become stronger!