The Night Watchman of Another World: I know a lot of things

The dormitory arranged by the Night Patrol for the night watchmen was not far away, and it only took about half an incense stick of time to get there.

On the way back, Yang Qing passed by several breakfast shops, where many night watchmen who had just finished their shift were already eating and drinking to their heart's content.

Since they are guys who don't care about their own business, these night watchmen have no idea what saving means.

The crispy fried cakes and steaming meat buns were piled high and smelled so pungent that Yang Qing's stomach growled.

But he didn't have a single penny on him now, as all of it had just been taken away by Wang Gang.

But fortunately, Yang Qing is now a cultivator after all, so it is not a big problem if he goes hungry for a day or two occasionally.

Returning to the dormitory arranged by the Night Patrol Division for the night watchmen, it was a dilapidated courtyard. There were about three to four hundred night watchmen in the entire Hengzhou Prefecture, and they were all arranged here.

Many people have returned at this moment, and the yard is noisy.

The house that Yang Qing was assigned to was on the left side of the yard, about ten square meters in size. However, more than ten people were already living in this house, making it very crowded.

It's basically a big bunk bed. People living here lie in a row, and it's good enough if they can sleep with their arms and legs open.

Anyway, in the eyes of the Night Patrol's top management, people who live here generally won't live long, so there's no need to consider the issue of comfort.

When Yang Qing entered the room, no one had returned to his room yet, probably they were all having breakfast.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Yang Qing first took out the Filthy Pearl and held it in his palm. Then, with a thought, the Filthy Pearl turned into strands of energy and was absorbed by his soul weapon bracelet.

The next moment, Yang Qing's spiritual consciousness appeared on the altar platform again.

At the same time, a line of light emanated from the previously lit star Ji Su IV and slowly moved towards the adjacent Ji Su III.

But the light only moved a short distance before it stopped moving.

It seems that this light is like an experience bar. It can only be driven forward when it has energy. And when the light moves to the adjacent star, it can be activated.

Without giving Yang Qing a chance to think more, when the energy of the Evil Pearl was completely absorbed, the feedback quickly made Yang Qing enter a state of meditation.

In this life, Yang Qing transformed into a swordsman from the northern frontier.

He was born in a small border town and started practicing martial arts at the age of six. He trained with the sword in a small martial arts school and became quite good at it, but his life was full of ups and downs.

When he was young, he worked as a bodyguard, and later he was forced to become a horse thief. He killed bandits and robbed traveling merchants.

He had the ideal of becoming a hero, but also had the fate of having to bow to reality.

At that time, the imperial court was corrupt and thieves were rampant all over the country. The escort agency he worked for was destroyed by thieves during a trip, and he himself was captured.

Because of his good skills, he caught the attention of the leader of the horse thieves.

Later, in order to survive, he chopped off his companion's head as a token of his loyalty, trampled on his conscience and became a horse thief.

Even when he was in his thirties, he took over the position of the boss and became the leader of the horse thief gang, shouting the slogan of robbing the rich to help the poor and not robbing the poor.

However, not long after, the gang he was in was wiped out by a passing hero, and he was captured on the spot.

In order to promote his own reputation, the hero dragged him back to the town like a dog. The county magistrate of the yamen rewarded the hero handsomely, but he was paraded through the streets in shackles and locked up in a cell to be executed in the autumn. In the end, he was beheaded with a knife.

And with the moment the head fell off, Yang Qing also came out of his meditation state. This time, Yang Qing had a better understanding of the use of swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship of a horse thief from the northwest, as well as his practical experience in swordsmanship over the past thirty years.

Fortunately, in this state of meditation, although I felt someone's entire life, it was like a direct transplant of memories, and it only took a moment.

Yang Qing only realized what he could realize, and the other party's mental state and so on only passed through Yang Qing's mind and left no trace.

Otherwise, if the emotions of so many people were imprinted in one person's mind, Yang Qing felt that he would definitely go crazy.

After resting for a while, Yang Qing calmed himself down and, following Xing Hu's instructions, asked the old man guarding the gate for some cotton thread.

He took out a piece, tied one end to the window, and with the other end he made a single sword finger seal with one hand, which was just right between the two fingers that were stretched out.

Straighten the cotton thread and put some water drops on the end near your fingertips.

What Yang Qing needs to do now is to use his true Qi to invade the inside of the cotton thread. While preventing the cotton thread from absorbing moisture, he also needs to use his true Qi to carry the water droplets along the cotton thread.

Just like water droplets cannot soak the metal edge of a sword, the water droplets must be condensed and not dispersed, and they must also move according to one's own will.

And this cotton thread is the trajectory of his single sword finger hand seal.

All this seems simple, but it is often easier said than done. After trying several times, Yang Qing realized how big the gap was between his ability and his ideal.

To put it simply, the method that Xing Hu used to teach himself was a trick to improve his techniques by training precision.

Before, he had only been able to perform this single sword finger hand seal, but had never experienced such delicate micro-control.

At this moment, Yang Qing slowly released his true Qi and ran it carefully. Only then did he realize how difficult it was to complete this operation.

Just for the first step of filling the cotton thread with true Qi and preventing water droplets from seeping into the cotton thread, Yang Qing spent a lot of effort to achieve it.

During this period, either the true Qi was too cautious and unable to prevent the water droplets from seeping into the cotton thread, or too much force was used, and the Qi power of this single sword finger was a little too overbearing, and the cotton thread would break immediately.

The hand print was originally designed to use true Qi to simulate sword Qi. The small cotton thread was nothing compared to the sword Qi.

Yang Qing remembered what Xing Hu had reminded him of at that time.

"This single sword finger hand seal emphasizes intention rather than form, and emphasizes concealment rather than sharpness. It requires the true energy to be restrained and condensed without dispersing, and only show its sharpness when it is time to do so."

Yang Qing carefully controlled his true Qi, squeezed out the moisture from the cotton thread, and wrapped it tightly with his true Qi.

With just this step, Yang Qing's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Driven by the true energy, the beads moved slowly like a slowly moving snail.

One centimeter, two centimeters.

Zheng!

A soft sound.

The water droplet had only moved two centimeters away from the fingertips when it began to tremble slightly due to the distance.

Then the water droplets will disperse and soak into the cotton thread.

In a hurry, Yang Qing slightly increased the strength of his true energy, and the cotton thread broke immediately.

As expected, Yang Qing secretly sighed, his control over his true Qi was still too unskilled!

No wonder the single sword finger handprint began to deviate and diverge after being shot out for a certain distance.

I had only moved two centimeters when I couldn't control myself anymore.

However, after realizing this, Yang Qing was not discouraged, but felt a little happy instead.

At least, he has confirmed that the training method taught by Xing Hu is effective.

So he calmed his mind, picked up the remaining cotton thread with his fingertips, and continued his practice.

However, Yang Qing had not been practicing for long when he suddenly felt someone push his shoulder hard.

"Kid, get out of here, this window seat belongs to me, stop playing tricks on me."

Yang Qing staggered and turned around, only to see a burly middle-aged man staring at him. Behind him, two guys with equally fierce looks were grinning at him with ill intentions.

"Oh, now there's something good to watch."

"Yeah, it looks like Master Xiong Si is going to train new people again."

Outside the dormitory, several night watchmen passing by saw what was happening inside the house and immediately looked like they were watching a show.