Night fell.
Starlight filled the courtyard.
Ye Huang pushed the door open and walked in. He could not help but sigh in relief.
Although it was free outside, it was not as comfortable as home.
"It's time to sort out the relics. Burn the useless ones.”
Ye Huang quickly moved around the room.
The yellow plum season in Lingdong City was very difficult to bear. The wooden walls were covered in mold.
Ye Huang stood in the room and looked at the patches of stripes. He felt disgusted. With a thought, he pushed his hand out slowly like a millstone.
The wind was blowing around him. Wisps of extremely soft power were wrapped around his palm. His hand was like the origin of a wormhole.
Da da!
Ant-sized moldy spots actually fell off the wall and began to gather in his palm.
To Ye Huang's surprise, this method consumed a lot of energy and Inner Qi. Moreover, the usage of Yin Power had to be at the peak of perfection.
[Your understanding of the Demon-Subduing Palm has been improved.]
[Your understanding of the Demon-Subduing Palm has been improved.]
……
The system notification surprised Ye Huang even more.
Just like that, he stood there like a statue with one hand on his hand. The force around his body fluctuated until it was almost non-existent. If an outsider was here, they would probably think that he had become a fool.
After an hour and a half, the room was as clean as new. In Ye Huang's palm, there was a black object that was bound by force. It squirmed and looked disgusting.
Your Demon Subduing Palm has reached the Perfection Realm and you have comprehended the Demon Subduing True Intent. You can already be called a master in the use of feminine power.
Ye Huang could not help but chuckle. He did not expect such an improvement.
At this moment, he could feel that the masculine and overbearing Dragon Subduing Gang Qi in his body suddenly had a few more hidden forces. The combination of Yin and Yang had become even more elusive, and it seemed to have some Taoist true meaning.
"Eh! How disgusting."
Ye Huang looked at the black ball that was floating in his palm in disgust. He threw it away and lay down on the floor that was as clean as new.
"Ah!"
At this moment, a short scream sounded, as if a pig was being slaughtered.
"Motherf * cker! Which bastard threw dog poop?!”
"Damn it, it's all over me!"
A few curses came from afar.
Ye Huang's relaxed expression froze for a moment. He then sat up and hummed a tune as he organized his things.
"Looking at the direction, it seems to have been thrown out from the Little Lord's courtyard?”
One of them said weakly.
"Pa!"
"Are you stupid? Who didn't know what kind of person the Little Lord was? How could he throw such a disgusting thing around? It should be those two bastards, Chen Qiu.”
"That's true. I just hope that Little Lord doesn't hear it.”
The discussions gradually faded away.
Ye Huang carried the things he had packed out of the house with a straight face.
Ye Jingtang was a drunkard and could not leave any money behind. Therefore, the only things that needed to be burned were his tattered Flying Fish costume, the account book that had been torn up and used as toilet paper, and a painting.
It was a goshawk, and it was obvious that the person who painted it was not very good. He could barely see the form and spirit. The places that should be thick were light, and the places that should be light were like splashing ink.
One word, ugly.
It was this painting that Ye Jingtang seemed to like very much, so he often looked at it.
"Alright, burn him down. That way, he won't be lonely down there, okay? What is this?"
While he was rummaging through the clothes, Ye Huang took out a piece of cloth from the old Flying Fish Garment. It was white and had a dragon embroidered on it. The old dragon was riding on the clouds and looked quite powerful.
"It seems to be the special grade Shu brocade from the Amway in Shu? This golden thread is also real."
Ye Huang clicked his tongue in wonder. Just its appearance alone was definitely worth a lot of money.
"If I sell it later, maybe I can exchange it for a few jars of high-quality precious jade wine?”
After making up his mind, he kept the thing in his arms and lit it up with a lighter.
Boom!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The flames rose and covered the entire courtyard with a layer of red. All kinds of things were burning in the square furnace, making crackling sounds.
Ye Huang sat aside and meditated quietly.
What he didn't see was that the Goshawk Painting emitted a lustrous light as the flames burned, and a golden page fell from the inside.
An incense stick of time passed.
Ye Huang went forward to pack his things. He saw the golden page that was shining under the starlight.
"This is…"
His eyes focused and he grabbed it in his hand.
It was filled with tiny words. When Ye Huang first came to this world, he had forced his alcoholic father to find a private school for him. After all, being literate was a good thing in any world.
"It's an ancient script, but I can recognize it. It seems to be a martial art?”
Ye Huang mumbled and read it carefully.
These words were very strange. As he concentrated, they actually moved slowly, forming a row of figures practicing martial arts.
The figure was practicing a special slashing technique.
Thunder Slash!
The three words were imprinted in Ye Huang's mind like a giant seal.
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