Chapter 44: The Shadow Fist Technique's Mysterious Masked Man

  In the second half, the cover character put on a mask again. In an instant, Ye Qing felt a kind of epiphany, a very vague epiphany. If he could give himself a few seconds to carefully ponder it, Ye Qing believed that he would definitely be able to grasp that epiphany. However, the second half of the Shadow Fist was too wonderful and varied. To say nothing of a few seconds, even if it were just half a second, Ye Qing couldn't take it out!

  Only to see the cover figure wearing a blood-colored scarf, he burst into the air like a cannonball, punching a mountain head with one punch. His body was as light and agile as a fallen leaf, twisting in an extremely mysterious curve, this twist was completely unpredictable, without any rules to follow. But in Ye Qing's mind, he could remember all the twisted movements, Ye Qing believed that as long as he practiced, he would be able to make such wonderful movements too. This kind of wonder could be used to avoid enemies, Ye Qing called it Shadow Step.

  If you're shocked by this, then the following action will make you bite your toes in amazement. The masked figure on the cover raised his right hand and a huge gust of wind appeared, tearing through the sky and shattering layers of clouds. The scattered cloud layers collided violently with each other, producing loud thunderclaps, and pouring down torrential rain.

  Ye Qing muttered to himself: "Ma Yide, is this really the legendary summoning of the wind and rain?"

  Ye Qing barely had time to mutter this sentence to himself, and the action that followed truly shocked him.

  That masked figure raised his right hand, held it high above his head, and the lightning in the sky seemed to have gone mad, frantically drilling into that hand. The palm of the masked figure's upraised hand kept making all sorts of strange gestures, crazy, really crazy, those lightnings actually danced with the gestures, oh, what a shocking lightning dance!

  Just as Ye Qing was admiring the scenery, the masked figure suddenly clenched his fist, and the lightning on top of his head immediately condensed into a ball of lightning like a sun. With a loud crash, an entire mountain was flattened to the ground. Then, the masked figure's fist heavily smashed onto the flat ground, with a deafening sound that shook the heavens, and incredibly, a boundless and endless pit was smashed out of the flat ground.

  Ye Qing hastily took a deep breath, almost being suffocated to death.

  Ye Qing barely had time to take a deep breath, when the masked man's brilliant moves came one after another. Good heavens, what was he doing? Was he going to capsize the boat?

  The left hand of the masked person suddenly became like a spring creek, and Ye Qing knew that it was just an illusion in his own mind, but there was something too exciting in that spring water, it was the Lingquan Eye, looking at it made him feel refreshed, if he could meditate and cultivate in front of the Lingquan Eye, hehe...

  Ye Qing's stroll came to an abrupt end, and something even more wonderful was about to happen.

  A vast and majestic sea, with a few sprigs of vibrant spring flowers. Only to see that masked person, facing the sea, as the warm spring breeze blows! Crazy, too crazy, the entire vast sea is churning, spinning around, Ye Qing has already been made dizzy by the spinning, but that's just the beginning.

  The entire ocean was like a pot of boiling water, spinning wildly and crazily. A few seconds later, the entire ocean actually flew into the air, covering the face of the mysterious person's right hand, which quickly changed into various strange gestures. A wild and savage aura instantly filled Ye Qing's entire spiritual sea.

  The masked man finally raised his orchid finger and pointed to the huge pit he had punched out, oh God, it was too crazy, the vast sea spinning in mid-air actually followed the masked man's guidance and fell into the pit. Immediately around the pit, many spring flowers and weeping willows grew up, looking at the vibrant spring flowers and the drooping willows of the pit, no one would think it had just been formed.

  The masked figure gave a casual salute to Ye Qing and said, "The foundation of the Shadow Fist Technique is to call upon the winds and rains, to overturn mountains and seas. After mastering it, one can return unscathed. Whoever reveals the heavenly secrets will be punished by heaven!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, the masked figure disappeared. Ye Qing was already drenched in sweat, and directly collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, since Ye Qing started cultivating, this was the first time he had sweated so much, and panted for so long. Heh heh, summoning the wind and rain, moving mountains and seas, and yet it's just a basic fist technique, heh, now Ye Qing has really found treasure.

  Ye Qing lay quietly on the ground, not daring to move, fearing that if he lost focus, some of the subtle Shadow Fist techniques would be forgotten. After a short while, Ye Qing carefully reviewed the movements of the mysterious figure who had covered his face, confirming that he had completely memorized them. Only then did he make a swift decision and disappear into the small noodle shop.

  Ye Qing took out the Tianlong Ju, and pulled out Zuo Si's uncle and nephew who were in a coma. After two clear oracles, Zuo Si's uncle and nephew woke up one after another. They naturally shouted to the sky and earth, wildly excited for a while. Ye Qing quietly waited, giving them a minute to let loose.

  One minute later, Zuo Xiang first calmed down from the excited mood, pulled Zuo Si, and the uncle and nephew knelt down on the Tianlong Horse: "Thank you for your help, Master. Shall we go to Qingye Taoyuan now?"

  "Qing Ye's Peach Blossom Spring?"

  "Yes, master," said Zuo, standing up straight and respectfully. "That's what it says on the stone tablet at the entrance!"

  Ye Qing is also excited now, having just received a contribution of four fan values from each of the two uncles and nephews, Ye Qing has confirmed that these two uncles and nephews are definitely his super fans.

  Ye Qing smiled as he gazed at the new fanballs in his fan management zone, and replied, "Of course, just point me in the right direction!"

  "Huh? Why is there only one fan ball? Ye Qing pointed to that deep blue small ball, and suddenly it flew out on its knees and said: 'Old slave Zuo Xiang, greetings Master!'"

  Ye Qing nodded unconsciously, it was settled then. That left-thinking fan Xiao Qiu, who had appeared when he jumped off the building to save him, wouldn't appear again.

  More than thirty miles of rugged mountain roads, Ye Qing brought Zuo Si and his nephew, and they arrived in just a few seconds. Zuo Si and his nephew couldn't help but sigh in admiration, their hearts filled with admiration for their master's cultivation.

  Zuo Xiang, having come here many times before, naturally took the lead, but as for that narrow stone wall crack that Zuo Si and his nephew had sworn to find, everyone searched until dawn without finding it. If not for just obtaining that mysterious Shadow Fist manual, Ye Qing would have almost thought he was being toyed with by these two lunatics.

  Ye Qing used his divine consciousness to repeatedly investigate the nearby stone wall, and indeed there were no mountain caves or stone crevices. He patted the dejected Left Si Shu and his nephew on the back and said: "According to ancient records, it's difficult to find the source of immortality. I, Ye Qing, have taken note of your intentions. Now, I'll pass on to you the mantra for cultivating immortality. Listen carefully... Tian Di Hong Meng..."

  Zuo Si successfully guided the energy first, and after one incense stick, Zuo Xiang also succeeded in guiding the energy.

  Ye Qing sent off Zuo Si and his nephew back to the city, then headed directly to Xijing Women's Hospital for work.

  For the entire morning, Ye Qing was busy and didn't even have time to take a sip of water. However, Ye Qing's efficiency was truly astonishing, as he saw more than twice the number of patients in half a day compared to his previous three clinics.

  Those two chief physicians who had been demoted to senior nurses, each holding a cup of tea, smiled and watched Ye Qing busy, without any intention of helping.

  But they can't really help, and no one is willing to drop their pants, so how can the problem below be checked? Hmph, pretending to be mysterious!

  Although it was a bit busy, Ye Qing was still very satisfied with earning hundreds of fans' value in just one morning. What made Ye Qing puzzled was that he hadn't seen Mo Caihe, whose malignant tumor had already spread and couldn't be cured by the current hospital. If she had come today, Ye Qing wouldn't have even bothered to take off his pants and fart for her to take a color ultrasound, but would have directly used his true energy to cure her!

  Of course, Ye Qing couldn't possibly run to Huo Xing New Village to actively seek her out for treatment, Ye Qing and Mo Caihe didn't have that deep of a relationship. Human fate is just so ridiculous and helpless, Mo Caihe came a day early, but it's not as good as those who come later to visit the sick. If Mo Caihe had gotten the color ultrasound yesterday and hadn't rushed out of the hospital in a frenzy, but instead went to beg Ye Qing again, she would probably be cured by now, after all, it's just late-stage cancer!

  Originally, Ye Qing planned to not come to the hospital in the afternoon and didn't need to go find the director to ask for leave. Seeing that I was unhappy with Ye Qing, he just fired me and that's it. In our line of work as doctors, which hospital wouldn't welcome us with open arms?

  But considering the fan value, after finishing Mr. Hao's class, I'll come to the hospital with a good mood, cough, is it easy for me to earn fan value? There are still some people who only know how to ask for help but don't even know how to thank!

  Ye Qing returned to Xi Da, accompanied them to the VIP dining hall at Xi Da for dinner, and then went back to the dormitory to go online. After going online for a bit, he entered the writer's exclusive area, opened his personal center, and was surprised to find that only a few people had followed him, despite it being half a day already. The previous two days, every time he opened it, there were hundreds of new fans!

  Originally, the increase of fans by hundreds and thousands didn't give Ye Qing any feeling, but now that it has suddenly become so few, it's like a drug addict who suddenly can't get a fix, that kind of listless and dispirited feeling is really unbearable.

  Ye Qing didn't expect that he would be so upset because there weren't many people paying attention to him online, so he hastily entered the work management page to see if his collection had increased. Oh dear, what kind of rhythm is this? Not only did the collection not increase, but it actually decreased! Is this even worth living for?! Ye Qing remembered clearly that yesterday's total collection count was 158, and a new book with two days' collection of 158 made him think that increasing his collection would be an easy matter.

  Ye Qing scratched his messy hair and absent-mindedly entered the book review section. The data was so trashy that it made Ye Qing lose the mood to continue updating. He wrote books purely to vent his inner dissatisfaction, but if writing books meant enduring such torture every day, what was the point of writing books at all?

  Entering the book review restricted post, I saw Huang Laoxie's post, which directly said that he himself is a scoundrel and not a person, asking Ye Laodai to punish him.

  Something's happened, it really has. I wrote 20 chapters in one breath, and the other elders all retreated in defeat. But Dong Nainai, in order to write a better book review, actually spent an entire night revising over 60,000 characters. As a result, this morning she fainted and was sent to Xijing First-Class Hospital for emergency treatment. Although the 80-year-old Dong Nainai has been pulled back from the brink of danger, it's likely that she'll become mentally handicapped.