Ape Strike Fist, 3 Forms 6 Variations

Unable to contain his curiosity, Yizhuomao held an iron ruler in his hand.

"Bang!"

The cubicle door was violently pushed open by a tuft of hair.

"who!"

As if emboldened, Yi Zhu shouted, and the lantern emitted a gentle light, taking up a place in the dark compartment.

"Squeak squeak squeak~"

A tuft of hair looked down and saw no thief trying to steal his clothes; it was just a large black rat running around.

"Go away, go away, what bad luck! How come this rat only has one ear? It's really strange." A tuft of hair cursed twice and hung the iron ruler back on his waist.

"It's good that I'm all sweaty; it'll help get rid of the cold inside me." Only then did Yicuo Mao realize that he had been sweating profusely without even noticing.

I don't know what came over me just now, maybe I was bewitched? I had to come up here to see what was going on. Luckily it was just a rat causing trouble. If it had been a real thief, fighting with it would have cost me my life.

The monthly salary is only a few cents; it's not worth working so hard for.

Out of professional ethics, Yicuo carefully examined the opera box to see if it had been rummaged through.

As the lantern shone, a pair of embroidered peach blossom shoes and a splash of red clothing came into view through a tuft of hair.

A tuft of hair remained calm, instead marveling, "Zhang Xiao's paper-crafting skills are truly amazing; this paper beauty looks just like a real person."

Even though it wasn't the first time he'd seen this paper figure, Yicuo Mao was still amazed.

"What a pity, of all people Zhang Feng could have offended, he had to let the local soldiers launch a sneak attack."

"He was chopped in two with a large axe by the executioner."

"The Zhang family can't sell paper figures anymore. It's probably going to be hard to find such paper beauties in the future."

A tuft of hair sighed as he looked up.

The paper-cut beauty was two heads taller than him; he had to look up to see her face clearly.

She had red lips and white teeth, and a cinnabar mole in the middle of her forehead.

Her large eyes, like autumn water, gazed at the tuft of hair with a smile.

"That's strange. I remember this paper beauty was placed in the corner. Who moved it here?" A tuft of hair scratched his head, put down the lantern, and picked up the paper beauty with a strange smile.

"It feels so good, and it even smells nice," a tuft of hair said with a lewd grin, as he carried the paper beauty to a corner and put it down.

"It's really heavy."

Yicuo wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his back to the paper beauty, and picked up the lantern that was emitting a white light.

"Snap, snap..."

A tuft of hair looked incredulous. He was certain he wasn't hallucinating, but hadn't he already cleared out that one-eared creature?

He turned around abruptly, a barely perceptible panic in his eyes.

Behind him, besides the paper beauty, there were three or four large, dark trunks on the ground, nothing else.

"It must be those rats' doing. I've stumbled into a rat's nest tonight."

"Report to Steward Qin tomorrow and ask him to bring four or five cat generals to catch this mouse properly!"

Yizhuomao gritted his teeth, trying to appear calm.

As soon as he stepped outside, he took two steps at a time and stumbled down the stairs.

Without wearing a raincoat, without carrying a paper umbrella, and leaving the lantern behind, they disappeared into the rain.

Inside the cubicle.

The paper beauty's lips curled slightly upwards, forming a beautiful arc, and a faint brand was slowly forming on the back of her hand.

You can vaguely see it.

Red border, palace lantern shape.

…………

The next day, at noon.

Pei Si came down from Mengshan.

Yesterday, Pei Si spent half a day teaching the art of paper making, simplifying the technique to make it easier for the apprentices to understand.

There were many clever people among the apprentices, and they learned very quickly.

Pei Si then had the experienced ones mentor the new ones, and they practiced making paper figures as much as they could.

When he had some free time, Pei Si went to the Mohe Wharf and dug out the Yin Sha mud that had sunk to the bottom of the river.

"【Promotion Requirements: Increased materials required for advancing to Shepherd (Green), acquisition of Yin Sha Mud, and Medium Treasure/Spirit (2/3)】"

"【Promotion Requirements: Increased materials required for advancing to Shepherd (Blue) Rank; Promotion Requirements: Obtain 10/10 Treasures/Spirits】"

Two lines of small ink-wash characters disappeared.

Pei Si observed the celestial phenomena at night and found that his luck was good. He went up Mengshan Mountain and dug up a lot of "spirit sheep".

"Now I only need one medium-grade spirit treasure, one high-grade spirit treasure, and one life-substitute puppet," Pei Si thought to himself.

But where can one find a substitute doll? Pei Si still has no clue.

Come to think of it, the very word "substitute doll" is enough to show how precious this thing is.

Teahouses are places where philanthropists and all-knowing scholars gather.

Pei Si ordered a pot of good tea and a plate of snacks, and drank the tea while listening attentively to what the men were saying.

"The trunk keeper at Yanyu Tower is gone without a tuft of hair!"

"Oh? Where did you get this information? Tell me."

"Cough cough..."

"I know the rules, you can keep the money."

The two then spoke in hushed tones.

Upon hearing this, Pei Si subtly changed his position, which gave him a good view of the two talking.

"Hanged? Died laughing?"

Pei Si translated, seemingly lost in thought.

This sounds strange; what kind of good person would hang themselves and be laughed at?

Instinctively, Pei Si felt that this matter was related to demons and evil spirits.

The Misty Rain Pavilion, a property of the Fang family, is a theater.

For no apparent reason, Pei Si suddenly remembered that incident.

The Zhang family patriarch, Zhang Xiao, made a paper doll with captivating charm, which was bought by the Fang family and placed in the Misty Rain Pavilion to attract customers.

Now that Pei Si's paper figures have acquired sentience, Zhang Xiao's paper figures should be even more spiritual. Could it be that the paper figures are sentient and killed a tuft of hair?

"This is incredible!"

"Is it possible that Zhang Xiao, as the mastermind, used the Paper Beauty as his puppet and murder weapon?"

Pei Si narrowed his eyes and pondered, "However, the county government has always claimed to be government-run, but if it really was Zhang Xiao who did it, it's only a matter of time before they find out it was me."

"If it really is Zhang Xiao, who would he seek revenge on first?"

"The county magistrates? Or the Eagle-Flying Guards, or perhaps Zou Yi?"

Pei Si finished a plate of pastries and tea, then returned to the paper-making workshop.

A day has passed, and the workshop apprentices have mastered the most basic paper-making techniques. It's only a matter of time before they can create paper figures with a spirit.

Pei Sizha's paper figures now cover 70% of the shops in Qingcheng County.

It is of good quality and inexpensive, and is popular.

…………

late at night.

Pei Si unfolded the visualization diagram as usual, and the old ape stepped out of the painting.

The old ape lowered its body, tucked in its belly, and extended its claws, clearly adopting a female posture.

Pei Si's eyes lit up. Tonight's move was neither the Leaping Step nor the Monkey Embracing the Moon Stance, but a new technique.

Old ape, oh old ape, have you finally decided to hand over the Burning Technique?

Pei Si followed suit and made the same template.

The old ape lunged forward, its claws aimed straight for Pei Si's eyes. Suddenly, it changed its attack, its palms rising sharply from below to strike Pei Si's chin. Then, it quickly crouched down and swept its leg to attack Pei Si's lower body.

One style, two variations.

Twelve large characters appeared in Pei Si's mind.

A white ape offers fruit, carrying it in two stalks; a peach falls from a branch as it steals it.

The old ape raised his knee again, reached out with his claws to lock Pei Si's throat, but the knee strike missed, and then suddenly spun around and elbowed Pei Si in the back of the head.

Pei Si suddenly pushed, and the old ape used the force to leap backward, its heel slamming into Pei Si's chest.

This is the Golden Monkey Hanging the Seal, which turns over as the old ape leaps from the branch.

Then, with his back pressed against Pei Si, the old ape elbowed him in the ribs, executing a shoulder throw...

This is a monkey carrying a mountain on its back, leaning against the cliff, its cries like thunder.

The Ape Strike Fist has three forms and six variations.

The old ape patted Pei Si on the shoulder, then leaped into the picture, hanging from the cliff with one hand.

Pei Si took a deep breath and began practicing!

……

Yin hour (3-5 AM).

"Bang...bang...bang!"

A rapid, muffled knock sounded on the door.