In Changze County, the winter is not only long.
The nights are also relatively long.
It was just past the fifth watch, and the sky was still not bright; outside it was pitch black.
Chen Tang woke up early.
Perhaps because he was too exhausted last night, he slept particularly soundly and comfortably, without even dreaming.
There was no discomfort between his eyebrows, and his spirit had returned to normal.
The bedroom was quiet, and the two inside seemed to still be sound asleep.
Chen Tang didn't pay attention to it; he went into the courtyard, stretched his muscles and bones, and according to his habits on the Snow Mountain, started practicing the Tiger Subduing Fist amidst the wind and snow.
The so-called Rebirth Realm relies on the cultivation of External Skills, tempering the physical body, increasing strength, making the muscles tight and firm to greatly improve impact resistance.
Eventually, the strength will permeate the skin, shedding a layer of dead skin, which is the meaning of Rebirth.
The previous body had practiced the Tiger Subduing Fist for many years, although it was strong and robust, it was only better than his peers.
Compared to true martial artists, the gap was huge.
Under the guidance of the Mountain Guest, Chen Tang retrained in the Tiger Subduing Fist, changing some stances, details, and power exertion techniques, and only then did he get on the right track.
The different moves of the Tiger Subduing Fist can exercise the muscles of different parts of the body.
For instance, the move Stealing Food from a Tiger's Mouth mainly exercises the muscles of the arms, hands, and fingers.
While Tiger Leaping Gorge trains the strength of the legs, waist, and abdomen.
Mastering it to the extreme, with a powerful leap, one can jump over valleys and streams!
The Tiger Subduing Fist seems to have only sixteen forms, but when practiced correctly, every muscle in the body can be exercised.
Chen Tang slightly bent his legs, his eyes naturally revealed a fierce light, staring straight ahead, reaching forward with his hands as claws, and suddenly pounced!
Immediately, his arms exerted force to the sides, tearing with tiger claws!
Fierce Tiger Out of the Cage!
This move not only uses the arms but also tightens and explodes the muscles of the chest, scapula sides, and back!
This move must be fierce, aggressive!
It should have the momentum and determination to break out of the cage!
After this move, Chen Tang clearly felt the muscles in his arms, chest, and back were somewhat sore and hot, and his strength had increased.
Chen Tang seemed tireless, practicing the Tiger Subduing Fist over and over, his whole body steaming in the cold wind, enveloped in a layer of mist.
Bravely advancing, his will never tires!
Although last night was thrilling but without danger, it made him aware of his shortcomings.
To survive in this world, he must not slack off.
After an hour, the sky brightened, the wind stopped, and the snow ceased.
Chen Tang finished his routine, rested for a moment before heading out, pondering for a while, he first went to look around the scene of last night's incident.
Mainly for reassurance.
Most people had not yet risen, and the two locations had not been discovered.
Chen Tang strolled around, bought some salt, and then elsewhere got some slow match, two wine gourds, filled them with good wine at the tavern, and hung the wine gourds at his waist before returning home.
The silver he scrounged last night came in handy now.
Chen Tang had already decided to return to the Snow Mountain today to lay low.
Those two at home could do as they please.
Anyway, he had nothing valuable at home.
If they really went to the authorities, he couldn't stop them.
Moreover, judging by their clothes and words, they seemed more like Jianghu wanderers, just passing through Changze County.
This kind of people generally avoid dealing with the government, and probably would just stay a few days to avoid the snowstorm before leaving.
As for Chief Cui, Chen Tang currently had no intention of getting involved.
Although he killed a few people, he knew his limits.
Approaching Chief Cui now was courting death.
Cui Zhao, the Chief Constable of Changze County, a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, his vigilance, combat power, and experience in handling matters were by no means comparable to the three White Servants from last night.
Even if Chen Tang figured out Cui Zhao's residence, it would still be difficult to silently infiltrate and act covertly.
To deal with Cui Zhao might involve a fierce battle!
Moreover, after someone died last night, the entire Changze County must be on high alert with no opportunity to act.
Before long, Chen Tang returned home, stood at the door listening for a moment.
There wasn't much movement inside.
He guessed the two were still asleep.
Chen Tang tiptoed inside, took his bow and arrows, slung his long sword, closed the door, went to the courtyard to carry Chen Da'an's corpse, and was about to leave.
"Young hero, why leave without saying goodbye, planning to abandon us?"
Before he could step out of the courtyard, a gentle and slightly resentful voice suddenly called from behind.
Chen Tang turned to look.
Qingmu was standing at the door, gazing at him with a half smirk.
Just a moment ago, there was no one at the door, and with one turn, this woman was standing there.
Showing off her Body Technique?
Chen Tang lightly coughed, saying, "Mainly worried about disturbing your rest."
"Already awake."
Saying that, Qingmu lazily stretched with her hands raised above her head, showcasing her shapely figure unmistakably.
Chen Tang instinctively lowered his head.
Seeing Chen Tang like a meditative monk, deliberately avoiding eye contact, Qingmu couldn't help but chuckle.
This man was really amusing.
At the age full of vitality, how can he have such a temperance?
"Where are you going?"
Qingmu asked with a smile, holding back her laughter.
Chen Tang composed himself, saying, "To the mountain, to bury my father."
Qingmu had already noticed the corpse on Chen Tang's back.
This time, she did not laugh.
Qingmu thought for a moment, then asked, "Going to the mountain to bury your father, why are you carrying a bow and arrows, and bringing a wine gourd?"
Chen Tang said, "Might as well hunt some game, trade it for silver taels when I descend."
This was indeed true, though when he would come down was uncertain.
"Oh."
Qingmu seemed to believe him, softly saying, "Then you go early and return early, my master and I will be waiting for you at home."
Speaking as if it were her own home.
Chen Tang muttered inwardly, unmoved, hardened his heart, stayed silent, and turned to leave.
Having lived two lives, his greatest advantage was his self-awareness.
This kind of woman, at the level of captivating entire cities and countries.
Even in plain clothes and light makeup to this extent, if she truly made up well, wouldn't she steal the sky?
He was just a rustic villager, without lineage, without background, with low martial prowess, why would she fancy him?
Merely a momentary amusement, seeking to have some fun with him.
After walking a dozen steps, Chen Tang calmed his mind, looked back at his own courtyard, calculated the distance was far enough, and then hummed quietly, muttering, "What a femme fatale, trying to disrupt my Dao Heart, alas, I've long seen through worldly concerns, it's my unshaken resolve, my Dao Heart is rock solid!"
In the courtyard.
Qingmu's ears twitched slightly, seemingly hearing something, slightly frowning, with a bit of annoyance.
Dare to call me a femme fatale?
Then she lowered her head, thought about it, and chuckled gently, "Alright, I want to see just how unshakable you really are."
The plump old man rubbed his drowsy eyes, came to the doorway, looked towards the departing Chen Tang's direction, and asked, "He's gone?"
"Yes."
Qingmu nodded.
The plump old man smacked his lips, saying, "Judging by that kid's manner, he seems frightened by you; he might not return for a while once he's gone."
"No rush."
Qingmu lightly curled her lips, saying, "I don't believe he won't come back."
"Weren't you insisting on returning to the capital early last night, why the sudden change?"
The plump old man stared with small eyes, looking at Qingmu with a face full of curiosity.
Embarrassed by the old man's gaze, Qingmu lightly stomped her foot, angrily saying, "Master, stop talking!"
The plump old man chuckled and said, "However, that kid's morning Tiger Subduing Fist is indeed something."
"What's so special about the Tiger Subduing Fist? Many people can do it, right?"
Qingmu asked with some confusion, blinking her eyes.
The plump old man shook his head, saying, "Actually, the Tiger Subduing Fist is not ordinary; it's an External Fist Technique passed down in the military of the previous dynasty. This set of fists appears simple, but those who master it and reach the pinnacle are few nowadays."
"Really?"
Qingmu casually performed a move of 'Stealing Food from a Tiger's Mouth' which Chen Tang used to kill last night, saying, "This isn't much, right? Quite simple."
"Not so."
The plump old man glanced and shook his head, "Your move differs from his by a lot, not even reaching the level of 'understanding its form.'"
"Just a small difference can result in a world of disparity. His fist technique can kill, yours at most can kill a chicken."