So heavy!
After taking it in his hand, Ye Feng realized that the paper of this book was not ordinary paper, but the kind made from cowhide in ancient times.
Moreover, the paper had obviously become hard and its color had changed. It was clear that it was very old.
It must be at least several decades old.
Even, it could be one or two hundred years old.
After all, such cowhide paper could indeed last this long if properly preserved.
Not expecting it to be such an old book, Ye Feng carefully flipped through it in front of Yang Ping.
As a result, the more he read, the more his brows furrowed.
In the end, he even wanted to beat Yang Ping up.
Because, there were 72 movements recorded in this book.
However, Ye Feng had only learned 14 of them.
Even among these 14 movements, three were not standard and were incorrect.
At this moment, Ye Feng felt his blood pressure rising.
In his previous life, for seven or eight years, he had asked Yang Ping countless times. Each time, Yang Ping swore that these were all the movements!
Out of 72 movements, he called 14 of them all?
Even worse, three of these 14 movements were wrong.
No wonder every time he practiced, he felt incomplete and that something was wrong.
So, what on earth had he been practicing for seven or eight years?
In addition to these 72 movements, there were 36 special movements in this book.
They were movements for men and women together, like erotic pictures.
Yang Ping had never even mentioned these 36 movements.
Of course, Ye Feng didn't blame Yang Ping for hiding these 36 movements.
To be fair, their situation in the previous life was indeed special. Let alone women, they usually couldn't even see a female animal. So, even if Yang Ping had mentioned these 36 movements, it would have been useless.
Seeing Yang Ping standing trembling in front of him, with sweat on his forehead dripping down his chin one by one, Ye Feng finally resisted the urge to beat him up.
"Forget it. For the sake of our fate, I'll give you a chance to reform."
"Remember, don't mess with those women anymore. They are pitiful enough to come to pray for children, and you take advantage of them. It's very despicable."
"Moreover, I'm not scaring you. If your deeds are exposed, you'll never get out of prison for the rest of your life."
"Okay, that's all I have to say. Take care of yourself."
After saying that, Ye Feng tucked the book under his arm and walked out.
Seeing this, Yang Ping shivered and quickly chased after him.
"Brother, brother, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Stay a little longer."
"By the way, brother, I have two cans of good tea. Let me get them for you."
"Shopping cards. I still have tens of thousands of yuan worth of shopping cards. Brother, take them. I don't need them anyway..."
....
"Damn it. I knew that bastard Yang Ping wasn't telling the truth. However, I didn't expect that he had hidden so many movements."
At ten - thirty in the evening!
In a five - star hotel room in Kunming, Ye Feng lay on the bed, cursing Yang Ping while flipping through the nameless book.
After seven or eight years of practicing the physical - strengthening secret manual, he finally got the complete version today. Naturally, he wanted to learn it quickly.
After all, he knew better than anyone else what effects this set of secret manual had.
Moreover, ten years in prison made him understand that having powerful combat skills was sometimes more important than having billions of dollars in wealth.
Perhaps because he had practiced for many years, although he had only practiced the first 14 movements, as the saying goes, once you master one, you can master all. The next 58 movements didn't seem difficult to Ye Feng.
Soon, after familiarizing himself with them for half an hour, Ye Feng got off the bed and started his first attempt.
Because there were too many new movements and he sometimes couldn't remember them accurately, this first attempt was bumpy, and it took nearly twenty minutes to complete the 72 movements.
The second attempt was significantly smoother, taking only about fourteen or fifteen minutes.
The third attempt was even more fluid, taking exactly ten minutes.
And ten minutes was almost the limit for this set of movements. If done faster, some movements might not be done properly.
It should not be done for speed but for quality!
Moreover, after completing these three attempts, Ye Feng immediately felt the difference from before.
Similar to before, his whole body was warm, but this warmth was more comfortable, as if his whole body was soaked in a hot spring.
His skin, muscles, and bones seemed to turn into dry land, crazily absorbing this warm energy.
Although Ye Feng knew that this description was strange, he really felt like this now.
At the same time, all the pores on his body seemed to open, feeling extremely comfortable.
Seeing that it was not yet midnight and he wasn't sleepy, Ye Feng was about to start the fourth attempt when suddenly, his brows furrowed and his expression turned strange.
He... he was hungry.
This... how could he be hungry so quickly?
Before coming to the hotel, he had just eaten a full meal, and he ate three jin of cooked beef! How long had it been?
"Damn it. How could I be hungry so quickly?"
Ye Feng touched his stomach, shook his head in confusion, and opened the bag on the tea table.
When leaving Yang Ping's place, because he hadn't eaten yet, Ye Feng bought some cooked beef at a cooked - food stall.
He originally only wanted to buy a little, but when he tasted it, it was so delicious that he directly bought three jin and ate his fill.
Even, because it was so delicious, he packed another three jin, planning to eat it tomorrow.
And what he opened now was the three - jin - packed cooked beef.
"It's really strange. Could this beef be some kind of high - tech junk food? How could I be hungry again so quickly?"
Ye Feng muttered while chewing. Soon, he ate all three jin of cooked beef.
Not thinking much about it, after eating, he practiced the 72 - style movements again.
The first attempt!
The second attempt!
The third attempt!
The movements became more and more proficient, and each attempt took about ten minutes.
Just as Ye Feng was about to start the fourth attempt, suddenly, he stopped and his expression turned strange again.
Damn it!
Hungry again???
Silently feeling his empty stomach at this moment, Ye Feng's expression was like he had seen a ghost.
How long had it been?
Half an hour!
He ate three jin of cooked beef half an hour ago, and he was hungry again?
"Damn it. Could I have encountered something strange?"
Ye Feng had always been an atheist, but what happened today made him have to think in this direction.
Because, eating three jin of cooked beef half an hour ago and then being hungry again immediately was too absurd!
"Wait!"
Suddenly, Ye Feng thought of another possibility, and his expression became solemn.
"Damn it. Could this be a sequela of rebirth?"