Chapter 9: Divine Movement and Hundred Transformations Arrive in Hand

  The remaining seven or eight people who came to the meeting were all under twenty years old, and one of them suddenly became confident and scolded: "You little rabbit, the Eastern Depot is arresting people, you dare to block us? I think you're tired of living!"

  "Let's skip the pleasantries, they're annoying. If you've got skills, show them off quickly, if not, then get out of here."

  "You little scamp, this is your own doing, don't blame others!"

  "Kill this treacherous minister for me, and I'll reward you with 100 taels of silver and promote you to be a hundred-household Jin Yiwei!" The sturdy man who was knocked off his horse by Ye Feng glared at him with resentment, gritting his teeth.

  Originally extremely angry in his heart, now with the stimulation of promotion and white silver, those Dong Factory thugs shouted angrily and rushed up.

  Ye Feng smiled slightly and instead of retreating, he advanced, dodging into the horse herd.

  A eastern factory guard swung a long knife, Ye Feng dodged to the side, barely avoiding it. He reached out and lightly touched the guard's wrist, causing the knife to immediately fall off. Ye Feng caught the knife and with great force pulled the guard down from his horse.

  Just as Ye Feng was fighting with Fanzi, a knife flashed behind him. Without needing to turn his head, Ye Feng already knew that someone was swinging a knife behind him. He lowered his head and spun around in place, and the fallen Fanzi instantly blocked his path. His neck was slashed by a knife, and fresh blood splattered everywhere, killing him instantly.

  "Old Three!" The executioner from the Eastern Depot bellowed loudly.

  At the critical moment of life and death, Ye Feng did not hesitate for a moment. He turned his long knife over and swung it at the Dongchang guard who was about to strike him.

  Hush!

  Blood splattered everywhere.

  "My eyes! My eyes!" The eastern factory thug fell off his horse, covering his eyes and rolling around on the ground.

  Ye Feng didn't give him any chance, rolled on the ground for a circle, and rolled to the front of that eastern factory guard. He picked up the guard with one hand, blocked himself in front, and stabbed his neck with a knife. Fresh blood spurted out!

  The entire scene was extremely bloody, in just a short half-column of incense time, five of the eight Dongchang guards had already died. Ye Feng was also panting heavily, with a cut on his back, and blood and sweat mixed together, making him grit his teeth in pain.

  "Fearless of death, go ahead!" Ye Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he roared.

  At this moment of life and death struggle, his masculine blood was also stirred up.

  The remaining three Dongchang guards were immediately stunned and motionless.

  Previously, they saw Ye Feng as gentle and refined in appearance, slender in build. Who would have thought that this person was actually so ferocious? The underestimating heart immediately retracted, and at the time of life and death struggle, it was not taken seriously. Now, seeing this bloody scene again, only felt a chill run down the spine, and the heart was frightened.

  "You stinky little brat, you dare to kill people from the East Factory? You must be tired of living! Luckily for you, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare your life... for now! Wait for me!" After throwing down these harsh words, the remaining three East Factory thugs didn't even bother with their companion and hastily mounted their horses, fleeing wildly.

  At this moment, three loud noises were heard, and the three Dongchang guards fell off their horses without making a sound, directly killing them.

  Obviously, the attacker was Musang Taoist, who excelled in both hidden weapons and lightness kung fu.

  I'm going to take action next time, you'd better take action early... The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Don't you understand this principle?

  Ye Feng wiped the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself in his heart. He knew that Musang Taoist wanted to kill those three Dongchang thugs for his own good.

  Huang Zunsu led his son Huang Zongxi down from the carriage, thanked Ye Feng and Musang Daoist with a serious tone, and simply helped Ye Feng treat his wound. To avoid the second pursuit of the East Factory, he didn't say much, got back on the carriage immediately, and ordered the coachman to drive away.

  Ye Feng changed into a new set of clothes and bowed his hands to Mu Sang Dao Ren, saying: "Dao Zhang, I'll take my leave first."

  Mù Sāng Dào Rén smiled and nodded.

  Yefeng turned his head, feeling extremely wronged in his heart.

  Damn, the plot shouldn't have developed like this...... How can the result be like this?! Shouldn't they have stayed a bit longer, and then...and then passed on their skills?! It was all in vain to have played Lei Feng for nothing.

  Damn it!

  Ye Feng walked forward for about ten miles, and came to a pavilion with eight corners. His eyes lit up immediately, and he couldn't help but laugh loudly towards the sky, because he saw Mu Sang Dao Ren again!

  Inside the Octagonal Pavilion, the chessboard was already set up, and beside it were two large bags of dry rations.

  The dishes are already on the table... Is spring still far away?

  Ye Feng arrived in front of the Octagonal Pavilion and exclaimed with surprise and delight: "Dao Zhang, what are you doing here?"

  Mù Sāng Dào Rén didn't stay idle, hastily beckoning Yè Fēng to sit down. He chuckled and said: "After you left, I carefully thought about what you said, and felt it was reasonable. I really couldn't help myself, so I went back to Chǔzhōu City to buy good wine and meat. Originally, I planned to wait for you to enter the city, but you took too long, so I came back here to wait for you."

  Ye Feng exclaimed: "Dao Chang, you've already returned to Chuzhou City?" He was truly shocked in his heart and only then did he realize that this divine movement had its unique aspects.

  A hint of complacency flashed across Mu Sang Dao Ren's face, but his mouth said: "What's this, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and follow me for a few more rounds. However, the conditions need to be changed. I won't teach you, at most, during our martial arts practice, coincidentally, you happened to be present and saw it. If there's something you don't understand, don't ask me either. I'll only talk to myself and definitely won't explain it to you. If I win, I won't make you do anything either, just accompany me for another round."

  Ye Feng smiled and asked: "I don't know how to address you?"

  He waved his hand and said, "You don't need to know my name, nor do you need to tell me your surname or given name. I don't accept apprentices; if we meet again in the future, you don't have to call me Master, just play two games of chess with me, and we'll be simple chess friends."

  Ye Feng's heart was filled with joy, unexpectedly finding Mu Sang Dao Ren to be so lovable. It seemed he had long been willing to teach himself, otherwise he wouldn't have gone back to Xingzhou City to buy so many dry provisions first.

  At this point, Ye Feng smiled slightly: "Then I'd rather not be polite, let's see how many games you can play with me, and that will depend on your skills, Dao Zhang."

  Mù Sāng Dào Rén blew his beard and glared: "You little brat, don't be too arrogant. Do you think you can win against Niú Bīzi Lǎo Dào?"

  Ye Feng smiled and ignored him, not responding to his words.

  It turns out that Musang's chess skills are really not worth mentioning, and they stink to high heaven!

  The first game, in less than a stick of incense time, Ye Feng held the white piece and had already killed Mu Sang Dao Ren's black piece, leaving no room for escape.

  Mokusa looked at the chessboard, not disappointed but extremely excited, and praised: "Wonderful! Wonderful! The old Taoist has really opened his eyes, and there is actually such a wonderful chess game in the world!"

  As he spoke, Mu Sang Dao Ren didn't make any movement, but suddenly flipped backwards and leaped out of the Octagonal Pavilion.

  Ye Feng knew that Mu Sang Dao Ren was going to teach him "Shen Xing Bai Bian".

  Under the emerald green willow tree, Mu Sang Dao Ren didn't bend his legs or make any movements, but suddenly his entire body sprang up and he had already climbed to the top of the big tree. With a flip and a somersault, he returned to his original position. Although it was just one move, it showed the strength of his waist and legs, as well as the intricacies of his footwork and eyesight.

  Ye Feng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, this divine movement was unpredictable and ever-changing, slipping and sliding like a fish, it really was the ultimate skill of this plane, sitting firmly on the throne of lightness kung fu!

  No wonder in "The Deer and the Cauldron", Wei Xiaobao didn't know any martial arts, but he learned this set of lightness skills from the one-armed nun, so no one could catch him!

  Ye Feng gave a loud "Good!" and followed closely, jumping out of the Octagonal Pavilion, mimicking Mu Sang Dao Ren's footsteps and landing points, repeating his previous actions.

  Mù Sāng Dào Rén's eyes were originally looking elsewhere, but a glance from the corner of his eye saw Yè Fēng suddenly make this move, and he was shocked in his heart. He couldn't help but forget what he had said earlier and exclaimed: "Have you learned this set of martial arts before?"

  Ye Feng shook his head: "No, I'm seeing it for the first time today too. The basic principle of this move is no different from ordinary lightness skills, the most crucial part lies in the choice of footwork and landing points. Just now, Daozhang you demonstrated, I watched once, and then learned to do it."

  Mù Sāng Dào Rén was shocked and couldn't say a word, staring at Yè Fēng for a long time, the sharp light in his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

  "Good, good, it's simply too great... I, the old Daoist, indeed had a premonition, but I'm not worthy of being your master, how dare I be your master?... Good, it's simply too great!"

  ……

  After more than a month, except for three trips to buy dry rations, Ye Feng and Mu Sang Dao didn't go anywhere else, just playing chess in a secluded mountain valley. The two men's chess skills were too far apart, and Mu Sang Dao had no chance of winning. Ye Feng conceded once, but was scolded by Mu Sang Dao, and never conceded again.

  In just over a month, Ye Feng had already mastered Musang Taoist's hidden weapons and light skills. One move "Full Sky Flower Rain", maybe not necessarily hitting all seven chess pieces on seven parts of the body, but hitting five people, Ye Feng was still confident. As for "Divine Movement Hundred Changes", it was even more unspoken, and even surpassed the master.

  That evening, after finishing a game, Muzi Daoren didn't behave as usual and instead started to put away the chess pieces.

  "Yefeng asked: 'Daozhang, what are you doing?'"

  The old Taoist sighed softly while putting away the chess pieces, "I'm afraid I have nothing left to teach you, and of course, I couldn't bear to ask you to play chess with me again."

  Ye Feng felt a pang in his heart and a sense of melancholy, saying: "Daozhang, even if you don't teach me, I'm willing to play chess with you."

  Mù Sāng Dào Rén chuckled and patted Yè Fēng's shoulder, saying in a warm tone: "Our fates have already been fulfilled, let's meet again someday if fate permits. I only hope you... never mind, this old Taoist has seen through it all - you're a clever kid, you know what to do and what not to do, no need for me to say anything."

  "Live well, this world is too small, go find a broader stage."

  Under the sunset, the shadow of the figure on the wooden bridge grew longer and farther away, until it finally disappeared.

  Looking at Mu Sang Dao Ren's back, Ye Feng knew that in this world, he finally had the capital to stand firm, and a wider world was slowly opening its doors to him.