Wet viviparity

Chapter 87 Palm Technique, Old Ape Heart

"Golden boy!"

The two boys, Thrush and Skylark, were sweeping the house, and would call out from time to time.

"Based on my performance yesterday, I'm sure I've caught the master's eye. In time, I'll be able to live in the Huoxu Cave." Yuque thought.

Huamei asked, "Can we also enter the cave and serve Jintong?"

Skylark said nothing more. This thrush was always so outspoken and said whatever he thought. They had not served him for long, so how could they talk about this?

"If you follow me into the cave, what's the difference between being in the Feibai Tower together?" Ji Ming asked calmly.

"It's a huge difference!" Huamei said first, "Once we are in Huoxu Cave, we can listen to the Taoist teachings instead of being sent down the mountain early."

Ji Ming nodded secretly. It seemed that he could believe Wei Wulan's words to some extent.

Today was the first time that Ji Ming practiced with Master Yuan. He asked Er Tong to change him into casual clothes and went to wait outside the Feijian in the south early in the morning.

After the first month, he had taken his second dose of Yu San.

According to the old Taoist, one can make one set of this kind of pills per month, and as the level gradually deepens, it will depend on the situation.

Ji Ming felt that he could take it again. With his great secret skills, it was enough to quickly eliminate the demonic nature and prevent it from remaining in his body and causing him to change into a demon.

At the bottom of the ravine, Ji Ming didn't have to wait long before he saw the old ape jumping down from the ravine.

He brought a sword, a knife, and a heavy stele covered with palm prints. When he fell down with these things, they were as light as falling leaves.

The old ape pointed at the sword, knife, and stele and said, "Pick one?"

Ji Ming nodded slightly. Judging from what the old man meant, he should choose between learning sword, knife, or the palm technique on the stele.

“Can I only learn one thing?

Why don't you practice them one by one first, and let me see them clearly before making a decision."

"If you have the energy, it's not impossible to learn all of them." Old Yuan was very easy to talk to. He spoke casually, and it seemed that he didn't care about Ji Ming's greed.

From the positive but half-hearted attitude of the Ape Master, as well as his previous fear of being called Ape Master, Ji Ming also understood what the Ape Master was thinking.

He probably didn't want to put himself in the position of a teacher, but rather wanted to be a sword and stick teacher, teaching Ji Ming whatever he wanted to learn.

In this way, how Ji Ming learns in the end and how much he learns is none of this old ape’s business.

Ji Ming did not dislike this teaching method, but rather enjoyed it.

There were simply too many secrets about him. Just looking at the feature of his six fingers, he didn't want this slick and mercenary old ape to notice it.

The old ape held a knife and a sword, and took a stance. Under the hanging ravine, he actually had the demeanor of a master.

Before he moved, Ji Ming could hear the sound of swords clashing.

Looking at the old ape again, he had already leaped into the air, his sword dancing in the air. The sword's light was uncertain, the blade was frosty, and in a moment his figure had become a dancing ball, rolling back and forth in the stream like a ball of auspicious snow.

The water flowing down the ravine between the peaks was intercepted by the sword and the knife, and there was a tendency for the water to split into two streams.

When Ji Ming was watching intently, the sword had already slipped out of the old ape's hand and was deeply inserted into the rocks on both sides. Then he gathered his energy and raised his palm, slowly pressing it on the stele, and a handprint with visible palm lines appeared immediately.

Ji Ming did not cheer, because Master Yuan was not teaching any secret skills, but only the basic skills of swords, knives and palms.

However, compared to others, Yuan Lao's basic skills are extremely solid, and he has a sense of turning decay into magic and turning stubborn stones into gold.

"how?"

The old ape said proudly.

Everyone in the Huoxu Cave who saw him use his sword, knife and palm praised him highly.

Those who have mastered the basic skills to such a high level, and mastered three of them at that, can be found on the palm of your hand in the entire Zhexiong Continent.

Ji Ming raised one of his sleeves, and there seemed to be wind blowing inside the sleeve.

The old ape next to the stele subconsciously dodged, and suddenly felt a burst of energy blowing past his face, and in the blink of an eye it landed on the stele, leaving a pit. The old ape said inwardly, "Energy through air!"

There are many secret skills in the world that can be used to develop this kind of energy, but it is extremely rare to be able to master it at such a young age.

"Although there is energy, there is not enough strength."

Old Ape pointed at the palm prints on the stele, especially the one he had just made, where the lines on the palm could be clearly seen.

"When have you ever been able to perform such a palm print in the air? Just in terms of palm techniques, your basic skills are already perfect."

Afterwards, Old Ape began to share his insights on palm skills, which were valuable experiences he had learned from hundreds of years of practice and fighting.

It’s a pity that they are just basic skills, but fortunately they are basic skills, otherwise I might not be happy to share them so unreservedly.

During the careful teaching, Old Yuan also discovered something unusual about Ji Ming's hands. They were always tucked into his sleeves, even when he was holding a sword or a knife.

But he didn't delve into the secret.

The reason why he took the initiative to teach the child in front of the master was just to comply with the master's wishes.

As a hundred-year-old guest in the cave, Old Ape thought he already understood some of the master's thoughts as clearly as reading the lines on the palm of one's hand.

The master's evaluation of Jin Tong as "a man of heaven's appearance" was indeed sincere, and his words also showed his appreciation for his talent.

However, if the master is to teach personally, he will inevitably have to devote a lot of time and energy, so he needs someone like him who is close to him to share the worry.

After practicing palm techniques for a while and playing with swords for a while, Old Yuan then talked about the ritual for another half day.

It is not a ritual performed by the orthodox sects, but a "fengtu zhaijiao" popular among the independent people.

The two steps of chanting the mantra and inviting the saint in this fast and offering ceremony are to invite the Three Heavenly Lords who will respond to all prayers and save the suffering.

As early as in the witch's garden, Ji Ming had already known about this fasting and offering ceremony. He knew that it was a common product and almost everyone had one.

The sun set in the west, and the setting sun dyed the ravine red. The old ape left with his sword on his back, leaving only the stone tablet behind.

Ji Ming stood there for a while, and suddenly a palm flew up and landed on the stele from the air. A six-finger palm print with clear palm lines appeared behind the stele.

The next second after the palm print appeared, the force spread from the stone tablet, exploding the entire stone tablet.

Then, Ji Ming put two fingers together to make a sword shape and stretched it out from his sleeve.

A stream of energy came out of the sword finger, condensed into a three-foot long strand, and moved unsteadily on the ground, scraping off a lot of flying rock powder.

Under the flying stream, in front of the setting sun, Ji Ming stood up and danced, with light and shadows flickering around him.

On the ground, on the mountain walls, and behind the ravines, there appeared from time to time many traces of sword strikes and knife chops out of thin air.

Ji Ming danced faster and faster, and finally gave up the sword light and blade condensed by the energy that penetrated his body, and switched to the most comfortable palm technique.

There was a constant flow of air from his sleeves, leaving visible handprints on the wall, and then they exploded with a loud bang, causing rocks to fall down.

"This is the magic of Dharma bones!"

No matter palm techniques, sword techniques, or knife techniques, once they pass through these hands, they can be evolved into many wonderful uses, as if they were learned without a teacher.

After returning to the dormitory, Ji Ming was still studying his six-fingered palm.

"Is Jintong here?"

Outside the door, Wei Wulan came to visit.

"Brother Wei!"

Ji Ming opened the door wide and welcomed Wei Wulan in.

"It seems that after being taught by that cunning old ape, you, Jintong, have figured out many things."

"No!" Ji Ming shook his head and said, "I just think that Brother Wei is much more real than that old ape, but let's not talk about that matter again."

(End of this chapter)