Yang Chengye practiced the heart method and incantation according to the secret recipe, and it took him three whole days to succeed in his practice. He felt that its power even surpassed the Longcheng Swordsmanship.

  But it's not as sharp as Longcheng Swordsmanship, nor does it have the same heavy killing intent.

  It can be seen that the creator of the Dog Beating Stick Method was also a man of benevolence and righteousness, who only wanted to teach his enemies a lesson, rather than annihilate them.

  Especially when performing the 36th move "Tian Xia Wu Gou", everywhere is stick shadow, making people dodge nowhere to hide, can only endure a severe beating.

  Yang Chengye looked at the stick in his hand and thought to himself, "It's not bad that I've learned how to use a dog-beating stick, any ordinary wooden stick can be used as a weapon."

  "It's been a long time since I came here, it's time for me to leave. The Tatar tribe, your nemesis has arrived!"

  Yang Chengye asked himself that he was not a cold-blooded person, but also not a person who would be bullied by others. He didn't know why the Tatars wanted to target him, and if they wanted to target him, then they should be prepared for revenge.

  But reality is cruel, all around are steep cliffs, there is no way out at all, how can we get out?

  At first, Xiao Feng also fell down, why didn't he choose to go out, but chose to die in the secret room?

  At this time, Yang Chengye's internal strength had recovered, and his lightness skill had also returned to its peak state. However, even if his lightness skill was restored, he couldn't jump out of the thousand-meter cliff in one leap, unless he was a god.

  Yang Chengye also tried several times, but all ended in failure.

  Yang Chengye was thinking hard about a plan to escape from the predicament when suddenly a loud cry of a bird echoed through the entire valley.

  Yang Chengye looked up and saw two large eagles hovering above the cliff, their cries echoing through the air.

  This is outside of Yanmen Pass, very close to the Great Desert, so it's quite normal for eagles to appear.

  Yang Chengye suddenly had an idea. He found many vines and wove them into a rope, then caught several silver fish and roasted them over the bonfire, filling the entire valley with a savory aroma.

  Suddenly, the two large eagles hovering above dived down into the valley, targeting the two silver fish that Yang Chengye had just roasted.

  Yang Chengye stood by, quietly waiting, just as the two eagles were less than a hundred meters away from him, suddenly his hands stretched out, and his fingers curled into claws.

  "Dragon Claw Hand!"

  Yang Chengye let out a low growl, and his two claws suddenly produced a powerful suction force, instantly pulling those two large eagles over.

  Two large eagles stared fiercely at Yang Chengye, struggling constantly.

  Yang Chengye tied a rope made of rattan to one leg of the eagle, and then released the other eagle. The eagle flapped its wings and flew away quickly.

  Yang Chengye saw the big eagle flying away, and he also released the big eagle in his hand. As expected, this big eagle also chased after that big eagle, and it was still carrying a rope made of woven vines.

  Yang Chengye grasped the end of the rope and with a light "whoosh" sound, he flew up.

  When Yang Chengye flew to a height of fifty meters, he suddenly ran out of strength and hastily pulled the rope. His body took off again, but the eagle tied to the rope suddenly fell downwards. However, just as the eagle fell to Yang Chengye's position, it flew up again.

  The big eagle that flew away saw its companion being tied up and was anxious to fly around in the air, making even more shrill cries.

  The eagle tied with a rope also realized its situation, but in order to escape, it could only fly up reluctantly.

  Yang Chengye didn't use Da Yu completely, but only used it when his strength was exhausted.

  After five times, Yang Chengye let go of the rope because he was already standing safely on the cliff.

  Those two large eagles were also excited because Yang Chengye released them, and they entwined their necks with each other.

  Yang Chengye could tell that these two large eagles were a pair of husband and wife, one male and one female.

  After a while, the two big eagles fell to the ground one after another, staring straight at Yang Chengye with their eyes.

  Yang Chengye understood their meaning and walked over slowly.

  Those two large eagles seemed to know that Yang Chengye had no malicious intent and did not fly away.

  Yang Chengye pulled on the rope, gave a slight tug, and loosened the other end of the rope that bound the eagle.

  Two large eagles flew up high in the air and circled above Yang Chengye's head for several rounds before crying out and leaving.

  Yang Chengye stood on the mountain top, looking in the direction of the Tatar tribe, and said coldly: "Tatars, I've come. I hope you won't be too surprised when you see me."

  Yang Chengye left the mountain cliff, his hair was disheveled and his face was full of beards, as if he were a wild man from the deep mountains.

  Yang Chengye found an inn, shaved off his beard, combed his hair and once again became a handsome young man.

  After finishing his toilette, Yang Chengye suddenly found himself penniless, the silver and silver notes he had brought with him were nowhere to be found.

  Yang Chengye let out a wry smile and sighed: "Looks like I'll have to eat a humble meal."

  Yang Chengye ordered a few dishes and a pot of wine in the main hall, then wolfed them down.

  These days, Yang Chengye has been living on wild fruits and roasted fish. Suddenly eating these dishes is simply a taste of heaven.

  Yang Chengye's eating posture attracted frequent sideways glances from the diners in the great hall.

  "Little brother, what month is it now?"

  Yang Chengye called the shopkeeper after eating and drinking his fill.

  "It's September now."

  "What? September?"

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengye was shocked. He had been waiting in the mountain valley for almost a year, and it seemed that even if he found the enlightened monk now, it would probably be too late.

  At first, he was confident and told Han Shizhong that he could cure his wife, but it seems that another misunderstanding is about to arise.

  Yang Chengye waved his hand and said, "Alright, let's just add the wine and dishes together with the room fee."

  Yang Chengye finished speaking and was about to get up and leave.

  "Sir, the wine and dishes are settled separately from the room fee, you..."

  Xiao Er blocked Yang Chengye and said in a low voice.

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengye suddenly became angry and said: "What, you think I'm a deadbeat?"

  "It's not that, it's just that our boss has instructed us not to combine the room fee with the food and drink bill. You see..."

  Yang Chengye pushed the shop assistant away and shouted: "Go tell your boss that I said so, and settle the account with him together tomorrow."

  "I'm in a good mood today, I want to go out and take a stroll."

  Yang Chengye finished speaking and strode out of the inn's main hall, leaving behind a bewildered shopkeeper and a group of onlookers.

  Yang Chengye walked out of the inn and headed straight for the North City Gate.

  It's already sunset, he needs to hurry to the Tataer tribe. They say a gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, but he can't wait overnight, let alone nearly a year has passed. Who knows if Qiu Qianren got Wu Mu's book or if Wanyan Jingshu colluded with the Japanese to attack Southern Song from both north and south.

  In Yang Chengye's memory, Jin Guo had never colluded with Dongying Fusang, possibly because of the flapping of this small butterfly, history has already deviated from its track.

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