I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

Yuan Feng lay there quietly watching Feng Shaotian demonstrate the movements and explain the key points. His movements were casual but his mind was focused.

He attached great importance to this kind of learning opportunity. As a casual cultivator without any sect inheritance, any opportunity to learn martial arts was particularly precious.

Especially now, since what Feng Shaotian teaches is a family inheritance and his father is the King of Dongzhou, it is naturally extraordinary.

After the movements were demonstrated and the key points were explained, Feng Shaotian was tired and sat cross-legged in the corner, not knowing what he was doing.

Yuan Feng was recalling the action in his mind, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The cell has a small window that leads to the outside world. To be more precise, it is a vent that is smaller than a dog hole and is located near the ceiling.

I can tell the time by the sunlight coming through the small window.

After stretching, Yuan Feng felt relaxed all over.

"what?"

He was stunned. He was clearly feeling weak yesterday due to lack of yang energy, so how come he felt better after a good night's sleep?

After sensing the changes in his body, he discovered something fishy.

The star power that he had absorbed through the "Star Picking Technique" had decreased by 10%. When he focused on the star power, he could feel that it was decreasing at a slow rate.

It did not disappear, but transformed into Yang energy.

"This……"

The mental method I learned actually has the effect of replenishing Yang energy. It seems that this mental method is not as rubbish as my master said.

It is somewhat unfair that "Star Picking Art" was rated as the lowest level of yellow rank mental method.

Thinking of this, Yuan Feng felt secretly delighted. Who wouldn't want their mental skills to be as advanced as possible?

Since I can use the power of the stars to quickly replenish my Yang Energy, does that mean I can use that strange pill recipe to continuously refine foundation-building pills?

After thinking about it, I decided to give up. At least I can't do that now. It's not easy to absorb the power of the stars.

I have been practicing for so many days, and it took me 10% of the star power to refine one foundation-building pill. If I calculate, with my current condition, I can only refine ten pills.

It’s better to wait until I have accumulated more star power.

Yuan Feng suppressed his impulsive heart and then he remembered that he had not really practiced the Wantong Gong he learned from Feng Shaotian yesterday.

Hurry up and get up and take the starting stance.

The first movement is to stretch your body and make a big character.

Yuan Feng opened his limbs in a very professional manner. Since he started practicing, he felt that his memory had improved a lot. The movements that Feng Shaotian demonstrated yesterday were clearly remembered in his mind.

Even so, Yuan Feng still sought help from Feng Shaotian for the sake of safety.

"Brother Feng, do you think my movements are correct?"

"Yes." Feng Shaotian didn't even turn his head, he was fiddling with something by himself.

"Eh? You haven't even looked over here, how can it be right?"

After being exposed, Feng Shaotian reluctantly turned around and said, "By the way, my Kung Fu is not something profound. It won't go astray if you make a mistake. It's fine as long as the movements are roughly correct. Don't ask me anymore. I have something important to do."

"alright."

Since he said so, Yuan Feng felt embarrassed to disturb him any further.

This Wantong Gong actually only has three sets of movements, so it is difficult to make mistakes.

After practicing the three sets of movements several times and becoming basically proficient at them, Yuan Feng could finally feel the smooth flow of Qi and blood in his body.

The Kung Fu was very good, this was his feeling after experiencing it, but he felt that it was just a set of warm-up movements, and there should be something more behind it.

With this mood, Yuan Feng waited on the side, waiting for Feng Shaotian to finish his work before asking him questions. On the other hand, he was also waiting for the county magistrate to interrogate him.

The wait lasted until noon. During this time, Yuan Feng was not idle. He took out the "Wind Arrow Technique" he bought and practiced it several times. He had some understanding, but it still took some time for him to master it.

Finally, Feng Shaotian stopped, his face flushed.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"I have a question for you. Is your Wantong Gong a prerequisite for learning other skills?" Yuan Feng went straight to the point.

"That's what's going on. Did you figure it out? Actually, this Wantong Gong is the warm-up exercise for a set of boxing in my family, called Tongtian Fist. Although it's a secret that my family doesn't pass on to others, but considering that you've done me a favor, I decided to go against my ancestors and teach you this boxing technique."

"Isn't this bad?"

This is such a serious violation of our ancestors that Yuan Feng cannot bear the responsibility.

"It's okay. This style of boxing is quite difficult to practice anyway. If you can learn it, it will be considered your ability." Feng Shaotian waved his hand indifferently.

"Thank you very much, Brother Feng." Yuan Feng didn't act pretentiously and bowed to express his gratitude.

For him, what he lacks now is a skill to rely on.

"But..." Feng Shaotian hesitated, "I can't teach you right now. After all, my Tongtian Fist is not something you can learn in a short time. You have to wait until I finish my current task before I can teach you."

"Of course. But Brother Feng, you are so mysterious. What are you doing?" Yuan Feng couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Forgive me for not being able to tell you what I'm doing right now. I just hope you can cover for me first."

"understood."

Yuan Feng was not a fool. He knew that there must be an important secret behind this, so he said no more and walked aside, continuing to practice and waiting for the judgment.

Finally, in the afternoon, several officers came in.

A group of people filled the cell. Yuan Feng was tied up again and this time he was taken out of the cell.

Before leaving, Feng Shaotian gave him an encouraging look. Forgive Yuan Feng for not being able to make any response. He was tied up so tightly that he could not bear it and was brought to the court in a daze.

When he arrived at the court, Yuan Feng was thrown to the ground rudely.

He just felt that the surroundings were noisy and full of people.

He raised his head with difficulty and first saw the legs of the desk, which were dazzlingly new. Then he looked up and saw the county magistrate with a goatee.

The red sun behind the county magistrate was very dazzling, and above it hung the four big characters "A Clear Mirror Hanging High".

“This should be an honest official.”

Yuan Feng speculated, but soon the county magistrate's actions shattered his fantasy.

The county magistrate stroked his beard with his left hand and grabbed a handful of white sticks with his right hand.

"One...two..."

The county magistrate counted slowly, and when he finished, he threw the pieces on the ground, knocked on the table and shouted:

"Come on, give me nine big blows."

It seems that there are nine white sticks in that bunch. Yuan Feng knows some rules. One white stick represents one board. Nine boards mean a cow is made up of nine white sticks.

But that's not right.

"Master, I haven't even tried the case yet? Why are you beating me right away?" Yuan Feng cried out in injustice.

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows and said, "Just tell me whether you plead guilty or not."

"Of course I don't admit it!"

"That's right, won't you admit it after I beat you?"

Huh? That seems to be the truth.

No, it's even more wrong. Isn't this a confession obtained under torture?

"That's not right, County Master. I'm not guilty of anything. What should I admit?"

"You still say you're not guilty?!" The county magistrate slammed the table and stood up, "You've caught me red-handed, and you still say you're not guilty!"

"Hey, sir, you've lost your composure." The lawyer at the side stepped forward to remind him that in a court trial, it is not right for the judge to bang the table.

"Did you lose your composure?"

"Kind of."

"Then I'll take this." The county magistrate sat on the chair for a while, "Come on, bring up the evidence and convince this criminal to give up."

"Yes!"

The officers quickly presented the evidence, which were the jewels that Yuan Feng had brought.

"Tell me, did you get this thing from the bank?"

"I took it to the bank to exchange it for money." Yuan Feng answered truthfully.

"Isn't that an admission of guilt? Now that I'm going to beat you, you have nothing to say, right?"

"I still have something to say." Yuan Feng didn't want to just sit there and take a beating.