Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze

"Squeak."

When Yang Ge opened the door, the morning sun, bright as gold, filled the small courtyard, immediately lifting his gloomy mood.

He couldn't help but smile, clenched his fist, and cheered himself on, "Today I'm also going to be full of energy... isn't that right, Huang?"

Huang wagged its little tail, "Woof, woof..."

"What a good boy!"

He bent down to rub the chubby dog's head, then straightened up with his chest puffed out and stepped into the brilliant sunlight.

...

A thick log soared high into the air.

Yang Ge's gaze followed the log, and as it started to fall, he twisted his body and delivered a whip kick, generating a dull explosive sound as his leg accurately swept across the wood.

"Crack."

The log split in two, each half flying across half the yard and colliding with the courtyard wall.

Yang Ge looked at the two pieces of wood, pondered for a moment, then pulled out the Chaotic Wind Leg Manual from his belt, flipped to the page for "the fifth move: split leg" and carefully contemplated the force application technique once again before putting away the manual and bending down to continue sorting through the junk in the middle of the yard.

First, he had to clear out all the useless items in the yard, and then he could purchase furniture for his own use.

If time allowed...

He also wanted to build a toilet in the yard, redo the roof tiles, and add a few more windows to the wooden house.

Ideally, he would also plant some greenery in a corner, dig a small pond to raise some fish and turtles or the like.

That's right, he had to make a kennel for Huang, then buy a cat, a few chickens...

As he sifted through the pile of junk, he also envisioned the renovation plans for his humble courtyard. He casually grabbed a short and thick log from the pile, tossed it slightly, and with a lift of his leg, he struck a strong split leg kick onto the wood.

"Boom."

The wood suddenly burst apart, scattering chips all over the yard.

Yang Ge was startled and looked down at his foot, then at the scattered wood chips, ensuring that the log hadn't been hollowed out by insects.

He seemed to realize something, quickly pulled out the Chaotic Wind Leg Manual from his waist, and flipped to the foreword, where his fingers slid along the passage to find the chant: "Power rises from the ground, force is emitted from the heart."

He pondered over the meaning of these eight characters while slowly recalling the sensation of that particular kick.

About a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly stamped his foot, shaking loose a stool leg. As the stool leg hovered in mid-air, he delivered a vigorous Chain Kicking Leg Skill, hitting the stool leg precisely.

Only a "thud" was heard.

Instead of flying away from his kick, the stool leg exploded like a firecracker right in front of Yang Ge's toes, leaving wood shavings everywhere!

"Wow!"

Yang Ge's eyes widened, as he carefully savored the feeling as if something had shot out from his toes. He exclaimed with self-amusement, "That was awesome!"

If he had known this move the night before last, that man in black would never have escaped from Yuelai Inn!

Feeling excited, he took the Chaotic Wind Leg Manual and sat back on the threshold, going through the eighteen styles of leg techniques from beginning to end in the brilliant daylight.

This martial art was called "Chaotic Wind Leg."

As the name implies, it consisted of eighteen styles of leg techniques!

The eighteen styles were divided into twelve styles for training and six battle techniques.

The twelve training styles involved learning and practicing the twelve basic leg techniques: one for kicking, two for stepping, three for intercepting, four for pressing, five for splitting, six for hanging, seven for lifting, eight for sweeping, nine for whipping, ten for pushing, eleven for kneeing, and twelve for swinging.

Each style had its own unique training method, such as the first style, the kicking leg, which had straight kicks, airborne kicks, Chain Kicking Leg Skill, double flying kicks, and so on, with different methods for generating power and breathing rhythms.

It must be stated that although the twelve basic leg techniques can be very powerful when mastered, they do not constitute a systematic approach. When facing mediocre opponents, one might be able to overpower them with the strength of the leg techniques through flexible reactions. But when facing an equal and skilled opponent, it becomes obvious that one is constrained and at a disadvantage in every aspect.

After all, the leg techniques are static, but people are dynamic; the enemy won't foolishly wait for you to fail a move like airborne kick before accepting the next move, the Chain Whip Leg Skill.

The Six-Fold Strike Method is the killing move that chemically bonds these twelve fundamental leg techniques, resulting in: First, Catching Wind Chasing Shadows; second, Gale Force through Grass; third, Sudden Squall; fourth, Wind Sweeping Clouds; fifth, Wind Knife Snow Arrow; and sixth, Wail of the Wind through a Desolate Valley!

The most prominent feature of these six strike methods is speed, the ultimate speed, preferably so fast that the enemy can only see a sky full of leg shadows!

The second feature is straightforwardness, each strike more unrestrained than the last. The first three allow for some leeway, enabling one to strike and retreat.

The last three, if not used, can stay dormant; once launched, the best outcome is mutual destruction... especially the last one, Wail of the Wind through a Desolate Valley, which can almost be called a suicidal move!

Of course, the stronger the killing moves, the more they rely on inner strength. With insufficient inner strength, even a nuclear-level move can only unleash the power of a firecracker.

...

"To train so many types of leg techniques into the body's instinct, and to remember the various combinations and the rhythm of breathing..."

Looking at the three variations of "Catching Wind Chasing Shadows," each with four to five breathing rhythms and seventeen or eighteen complicated combinations of leg techniques, Yang Ge found even looking at them dizzying and overwhelming.

He struggled to imagine how much hard work would be needed to train such complex moves into a subconscious instinct!

Yang Ge couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed, one shouldn't challenge another's profession with their own amateur hobby!"

'But harnessing inner strength?'

He suspiciously extended his left hand, spreading his fingers.

Under his gaze, his fingertips began to turn red and swell one by one.

Then they alternated between swelling with a pattern of one, three, five, two, four, one, three, five, two, four.

Then the jumping became faster, so fast that the redness and swelling could no longer be seen, only the burning sensation at the fingertips could be felt... as if the five fingers were crazily strumming Sakurathousand blossom on a red-hot iron plate!

'Isn't this easy?'

Flipping through the secret manual on his knee, he questioned, 'Why do the instructions include tonics and medicinal baths, circulation of qi and blood, embracing the primordial... Isn't this all just nonsense?'

After pondering for a while, he suddenly slapped his forehead in sudden realization and said, "I forgot again, I am a peerless genius now!"

He had only had the manual for a day and a night, and being able to read it through two or three times was already remarkable; where would he have had the time to seriously study the chapters on cultivating inner strength?

He had just instinctively kicked out with inner strength, thinking it was merely a basic martial arts skill.

Only after carefully reading the complete Chaotic Wind Leg Manual did he realize that things weren't as simple as that.

According to the records in the manual, a suitable apprentice must first supplement with tonic medicine while diligently practicing the twelve fundamental exercises for two to three years, then add fortifying and nurturing medicinal baths to cultivate for six to twelve months. Only then, in combination with a special mental method, can they concentrate qi and blood to refine their inner strength...

That is to say, under normal circumstances, an appropriate apprentice would need at least two and a half years to even begin to refine inner strength.

'No wonder Shen Fa, holding such a high position, would lower himself to deal with me, such a minor figure... This side effect of my transmigration has got something going for it!'

Yang Ge, having organized his thoughts, rubbed the secret manual and murmured covertly.

Just then, the courtyard door was suddenly knocked on vigorously.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Young man, young man, are you home?"

It was Wang Dali's voice.

Yang Ge got up, quickly walked back into the house, and soon returned empty-handed: "I'm coming, I'm coming."

"Creak."

As Yang Ge opened the courtyard door, he saw Wang Dali, out of breath: "Young man, we've caught someone!"

Yang Ge asked in surprise, "Caught who?"

Wang Dali, unable to explain clearly, grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward: "Hurry up, the shopkeeper is waiting for us!"

"Hold on, let me lock the door!"

"For this rundown courtyard, even if a mouse gets in, it would have to drop two copper coins for you. Who would want to steal your stuff!"

"Never mind that, I want to lock the door..."