bayedsolid Chapter 39 Genius Xue Bao?
Chapter 39 Genius Xue Bao?
Another week has passed in the blink of an eye.
These days, Ding Yi has noticed that the patrol officers are frequently seen in San Gu Fang, where he lives.
They wore uniforms and often appeared on the streets in groups of two or three, seemingly looking for something.
Such unusual behavior naturally caused panic among the residents of the entire Sangu District. However, to Ding Yi's surprise, after the panic subsided, these residents chose to get used to it, like a fish on a chopping board, only jumping around a few times in the first few minutes.
"The Yin-Yang Fiend has successfully turned most of the people here into tools; it's truly terrifying."
Ding Yi felt somewhat helpless, but there was nothing he could do but practice his boxing skills even more diligently every day in order to break through.
On this day, Ding Yigang arrived at the martial arts school and heard a commotion in the courtyard.
Instead of practicing standing meditation in the courtyard, the fellow disciples were gathered around one person, laughing and chatting, which aroused Ding Yi's curiosity.
"Senior Brother Wang, what is this?"
Ding Yi walked up to Wang Hong and asked with some confusion.
"Oh! You weren't here last night. Xue Bao successfully developed his horned skin, taking the first step in the skin-polishing stage and officially entering the Skin-Polishing Realm! He's only been here for less than half a month, so there's a great chance he'll break through within a year!"
Wang Hong turned his head and saw that it was Ding Yi, so he immediately smiled and explained.
"Horned skin? What's that? Isn't that something I developed on the third day?"
Ding Yi stared at Xue Bao in the crowd with some astonishment, feeling quite shocked.
At this moment, Xue Bao's chubby little face was full of smiles, and his already small eyes were now squeezed into slits, indicating that he was extremely happy.
"Junior Brother Xue is indeed a dragon among men. I could tell you were extraordinary when you first arrived. I will have to rely on you a lot in the future!"
"I never imagined that Master Bai's seventh disciple would be Junior Brother Xue!"
"Junior Brother Xue, today I'm treating you to a good meal at Zuixianlou!"
The crowd surrounded Xue Bao, showering him with praise, a stark contrast to their previous cold demeanor.
The only one standing in the corner with a cold face was Ma San, who had verbally provoked Ding Yi earlier.
At this moment, Ma San frowned, looking at Xue Bao who was surrounded by the crowd, seemingly lost in thought.
Ding Yi found the scene somewhat amusing, but he didn't choose to join in the fun. Instead, he stood beside Wang Hong and carefully observed Xue Bao.
"This Xue Bao, there's no reason for it. Could it be that Master Bai misjudged him when he examined his bones?"
Several thoughts flashed through Ding Yi's mind, then he shook his head.
"Alright, everyone go practice your stances and learn from Junior Brother Xue!"
Even the usually aloof Cui Wancheng had a slight smile on his face today, and he scolded the crowd less.
Upon hearing Cui Wancheng's words, everyone went to their respective positions and began their daily morning practice.
After breakfast, Bai Wangyun strolled into the courtyard as usual.
At that moment, everyone was practicing boxing in the courtyard. When Cui Wancheng saw Bai Wangyun arrive, he immediately went up to him and whispered a few words in Bai Wangyun's ear.
"Oh?"
Upon hearing Cui Wancheng's words, Bai Wangyun let out a soft exclamation, then looked directly at Xue Bao, who was practicing boxing in the courtyard.
"I'm coming!"
Sensing Bai Wangyun's gaze, Xue Bao's face immediately showed a hint of excitement, and he secretly shouted in his heart.
Sure enough, Bai Wangyun walked straight up to Xue Bao, grabbed his arm, and rolled up his sleeve.
Bai Wangyun touched the skin on Xue Bao's arm, then traced the skin down to the back of his neck, and suddenly said:
"Have you been here for the past few days?"
"Replying to Master Bai, it has been a full thirteen days."
Xue Bao quickly replied.
"Hmm, have you practiced boxing before?"
My family taught me one, but it wasn't presentable.
Xue Bao answered cautiously.
"Yes, Not Bad."
Bai Wangyun simply left a comment saying "not bad," then sat down at the stone table in the courtyard and continued watching everyone practice their boxing.
Although it was just one good point, in the eyes of the people in the courtyard, Xue Bao's becoming a true disciple was already a foregone conclusion.
Bai Wangyun was always very stingy with praise; a single "not bad" was enough to explain Xue Bao's future.
The expressions on everyone's faces then became different.
Some were envious, some sighed, and some harbored a hint of resentment.
Ding Yi, who was behind the courtyard, showed no change in expression when he saw this scene. In fact, he had been holding back his skills while practicing his boxing for the past few days, to the point that he was feeling a bit awkward.
Since he learned the "White Ape Fist" a few days ago, it seems that because of the visualization diagram, Ding Yi now sees these people practicing the White Fist as full of flaws, as if they were playing house.
Ding Yi had a premonition that if he were to actually fight them now, apart from Cui Wancheng and those two skin-smoothing martial artists, the rest of them would definitely not last a single move against him.
Of course, this is also why Ding Yi didn't rush to reveal his skin smoothing progress.
He had forgotten the original style of White Fist. Now, whenever he got serious, what he would subconsciously unleash was the White Ape Fist.
If Bai Wangyun were to make him fight a round of bare fist, his current mediocre skills would definitely be exposed, and then it would be difficult to explain.
Seeing the conversation between Xue Bao and Bai Wangyun today, Ding Yi suddenly came up with a compromise.
Knife skills.
Besides the "White Ape Fist," Ding Yi also knows a sword technique.
Although this sword technique is sparse and ordinary, it is at least a method. When Bai Wangyun asks, he can say that he has been practicing swordsmanship since childhood and has now reached the level of activating his qi and blood.
After all, when Ding Yi strengthened this sword technique, he didn't add the "increase the chance of skin abrasion" option. Therefore, what he strengthened was just an ordinary sword technique. However, to outsiders, it was a sword technique with a set pattern, which could be considered as having practiced martial arts and having a foundation.
Thinking of this, Ding Yi felt a little more relaxed and continued practicing his boxing.
A few more days passed, and during this time, it seemed that the Green Silk Demon had reappeared in San Gu Fang. The patrol officers dressed in green robes appeared more and more frequently each day, and even began to search house to house.
Just as Ding Yi was about to leave the house that day, he heard a knock on the gate.
"Bang bang bang!"
The gate was being knocked on loudly, clearly indicating that the visitor had no qualms about what was happening.
Ding Yi was taken aback when he heard the knocking, but thinking about the various rumors he had heard recently, he had a guess in his mind. He then quickly walked to the door and pulled the bolt.
Two unfamiliar men stood outside the courtyard gate.
Both men were dressed in light blue uniforms with gold-embroidered clouds on the sleeves and hems. Ding Yi had seen this kind of clothing many times in recent days; it was the Flying Cloud Robe of the Patrol Division!
“Ding Hai, No. 333, San Gu Fang, is from out of town and is 23 years old.”
One of them looked at Ding Yi, who had opened the door, and said expressionlessly.
"Yes, my lord."
Ding Yi quickly put on a smile and said.
"Routine registration."
Without waiting for Ding Yi's reply, the two stepped into the courtyard, seemingly not caring about Ding Yi's thoughts at all.
Ding Yi watched the two men rush into the courtyard and thought to himself that the Patrol Division was indeed as reckless as rumored. He then quickly followed them.
The two constables from the patrol office first strolled around the courtyard, and then went into the inner room.
Upon entering the room, the two men saw the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone laid out on the table, and one of them immediately exclaimed "Heh!"
"Young Master Ding is living a good life, yet he still has such leisure time."
As he spoke, his eyes scanned the rest of the room, and his hand quietly rested on the hilt of the knife hanging at his waist.
Clearly, Ding Yi's spending habits were inconsistent with his status, which aroused his suspicion.
"You flatter me, sir. This is a habit I've had since I was a child. To my shame, I've been too busy practicing martial arts lately to bother with these things anymore."
Ding Yi stood behind the two of them and said calmly.
"Oh? You practice martial arts?"
The other person suddenly turned around, looked at Ding Yi, and his gaze became somewhat surprised.
Apart from those connected to the inner city, all the residents of this outer city were destitute and couldn't even afford a tranquilizer.
Ding Yi not only has the means to buy writing materials, but he can also practice martial arts in the outer city. He must be quite wealthy, but his ostentatious behavior has little to do with the people of Qing Si Temple.
Thinking of this, the man asked again:
Where do you practice martial arts?
Ding Yi quickly said:
"Bai Family Martial Arts School, oh right, this is my waist tag."
As Ding Yi spoke, he took out his identity token from his waist and handed it to the man.