Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 73 - 66: The Mediocre Swordsmanship That Can Only Be Practiced Halfway (Part 2)
After a while, under the blank stares of the fox apprentices, the two enormous holes in the roof had astonishingly been completely covered by vines! The vines grew and woven into a gigantic patch, very dense, forming an arc as the wind blew, swaying slightly. Yet not a single ray of light could penetrate through!
...
Dusk fell, the mountains turned to night in an instant.
A large group of fox apprentices came back from the medicinal field and ruins, rushing up the mountain path, gathering into a red river, pouring into the dormitory, charging into this palace hall.
By the time Quanquan Hu burst through the dormitory door, it was already very late, and the fellow apprentices had mostly returned.
It suddenly felt that today’s dormitory was very quiet.
What’s going on?
It seemed the fellow apprentices weren’t making much noise?
Each of them looking up at the roof?
And moreover...
It seemed like there was no sound of wind in today’s dormitory?
It also raised its head, red-brown eyes, with a natural night vision ability, saw that the original two big holes on the roof had wondrously become two large patches!
At this moment, the two large patches were blown into an arc by the wind, caving inward, yet very steady, blocking the wind from outside!
Ah?
Quanquan Hu blinked its eyes.
Did Master fix the roof?
From now on, the dormitory will have a complete roof?
Never again to be blown by cold winds, never again to hear the sobbing sound of the wind?
"Awoo awoo awoo awoo!"
Suddenly a fox began to cheer! Started bouncing and hopping!
"Awoo awoo awoo awoo!"
"Awoo awoo awoo awoo!"
"Awoo awoo awoo awoo!"
In the vast palace, each fox joyfully leapt up, erupting into a wave-like cheer!
...
Night darkened deeply.
The gale on Fox Mountain remained, but today’s gale could only howl against the wall, could only brush over the roof, making a sobbing sound, unable to blow inside the dormitory anymore.
In the pitch-dark, vast dormitory, Bai Mo had placed a brand new Serta mattress in the center!
Lying on the bed, it was very comfortable, yet also quite strange.
As if a bed was placed in a stadium, lying on it was indeed nice, but just very odd!
"These guys, aren’t they going to sleep yet?"
In the vast palace, foxes seem exceptionally excited, showing no sign of wanting to sleep.
In the dark, pairs of fox eyes shimmered with a red-brown glow, all studying swordsmanship!
Some foxes gathered in dozens, surrounding the stone slabs recording swordsmanship, "wee-wee-wee" "awoo-awoo" discussing in fox language.
Some foxes waved broken bronze swords, practicing the sword moves recorded on the stone slab.
Some foxes sneaked here and there, practicing the step techniques recorded on the stone slab.
Others, each holding a bronze sword, pitter-pattered in sparring, with sparks flying from the bronze swords!
Bai Mo swept the scene with divine sense, observing the apprentices.
The swordsmanship left by the vengeance-stricken ancient immortal was indeed simple and crude, easy to learn.
The apprentices who enhanced their upper bodies could already swing swords with a decent form, hacking, thrusting, upward slashes... all sorts of sword moves, all quite presentable.
Those who enhanced their lower bodies had mastered the step technique thoroughly, jumping, sprinting, rapid charging... all sorts of steps, also very skilled.
After the amplification with medicinal soup, their practice of the dismantling moves had reached a proficient level.
But the problem is...
A set of swordsmanship could only practice the first few moves, could only practice the last few moves, but if one only practices the dismantling moves of the upper body or only the lower body’s dismantling moves, then what’s the point?
Movements are of the whole body, are integral, separated into upper and lower parts have no value, could even be said to be very foolish, impossible to apply in real combat...
Bai Mo had already told the apprentices that practicing this way is unnecessary, not very meaningful.
But they were still enthusiastic, still loved to practice.
Perhaps it’s because of personal interest?
Apprentices wanting to have some interest is surely okay.
Bai Mo swallowed a loud pill, and the voice echoed in the dormitory.
"Listen up, you can play for a little longer but don’t stay up too late.
"In a quarter of an hour, all of you, go to sleep!"
Hearing the apprentices’ "awoo awoo awoo awoo" responding in unison, Bai Mo stopped thinking, laid down, covered with a quilt, recalled the pill formulas seen during the day, then closed eyes, began meditative concentration.
And in the main hall, the apprentices perceived that Master had gone to sleep, looked at the bronze swords in their hands, thought of the clanging sound of practicing swords, thought of the footsteps when practicing step techniques, one by one stopped sparring, put down the bronze swords, lay down on the ground to sleep.
The sharpest White Tail Tip sneaked quietly to Master’s bedside, stealthily climbed up, burrowed into Master’s quilt, snuggled into Master’s embrace.
Another fox apprentice stealthily climbed onto the bed, leaned against Master’s body, laid down.
Before long, a circle of apprentices crowded around Bai Mo.
Even the entire big bed, the head and the foot of the bed, were packed full.
Those who were a bit slower or less responsive could only sleep around the big bed, under the bed, or beside the bedpost.
And so it was, with the wild wind howling outside the hall, and snores gradually rising inside.
...
And so it was, a few more days passed.
The excavation work at Fox Mountain was in full swing, digging up all sorts of random things, but the next formula needed for advancement still hadn’t been found.
The fox apprentices still loved the set of Vengeance Swordsmanship, even though they could only learn half of it and it didn’t mean much, they still liked it. During breaks, they enjoyed practicing with the Bronze Sword, clang-clang-clang.
At noon, Bai Mo returned to the present world, sitting at the dining table, eating a lamb soup and bread takeout he just ordered, and saw a message from Fang Xiaoyu.
[It’s finally over!]
[Seven days have passed, hahaha!]
[Zhang Yuan is still alive, no need to worry anymore!]
Huh?
Seven days have passed?
Bai Mo looked at his phone, checked the date... sure enough, today was the eighth day.
The Immortal Technique Committee saved face and dignity.
Fang Xiaoyu seemed very excited, sending message after message rapidly.
[There was intelligence from Shangjing saying that the Dark World had a Sequence Eight that might launch a strong attack on the Committee!]
[Damn, it made everyone so nervous; going to work every day and being on edge.]
[Had to avoid building A when walking, afraid of being caught up in anything.]
Bai Mo frowned.
That night, Chairman received a call from Wu Jianxian, and then ended their mission. So it was because of a Sequence Eight in the Dark World? Didn’t want him and Master Chong to face a strong attack from Sequence Eight?
"Hmm... quite principled!"
Bai Mo found it a bit strange, where did the intelligence about the Dark World come from in Shangjing?
Zhang Shan and others were also chatting like crazy in the group.
[The Committee arranged for Chairman Chen Shu and Professor Zhang to jointly guard Zhang Yuan.]
[Seemed like they intended to ambush the Dark World’s Sequence Eight?]
[But after a few days, nothing happened. The Dark World didn’t even make a peep, nothing came of it, hahaha.]
[This matter is finally over.]
[Previously, when Bai Mo killed that fly, the corresponding physical body of its soul was found.]
Oh?
The physical body was found?
Bai Mo continued to monitor the chat.
He saw Zhang Shan sending messages rapidly.
[Pretty damn absurd, the body was found in a garbage dump at the market.]
[Checked the surveillance and found that the person who dumped the body was a Fatty, a meat seller, who was also one of our Committee’s suppliers.]
[The funniest thing is, this Fatty was also a Dark World affiliate.]
Bai Mo ate a piece of hot lamb, taking it into his mouth.
So, the Dark World wave, is just over?
Why did it seem like a lot of noise but little action, a tiger’s head but a snake’s tail?
Feels a bit strange.
Opened the Immortal Discussion Forum, and indeed, many people were discussing this matter.
[Hahaha, so ridiculous, that so-called Dark World, just a bunch of clowns!]
[Zhang Yuan is alive and well, isn’t he?]
[I have insider info! Dark World is just a shady intermediary, introducing killer services to people, and also selling some pork on the side.]
[Wanted criminals who can’t buy pork through official channels can buy from the Dark World.]
[Hahaha, Dark World brand pork, also known as dark pork.]
...
As Bai Mo was watching, suddenly, Fang Xiaoyu sent another message.
[The Committee plans to hold a news conference to talk about the cause and effect of this matter, emphasizing the Committee’s authority.]
[The most important outcome of the conference is about you killing that fly, and the subsequently found body.]
[However, there are some details that Chairman Chen Shu wants to discuss with you personally.]
[He wants to ask if you’d be willing to let this credit go to someone else?]
Huh?
Bai Mo frowned, what does he mean?
