The One Hundred Flying Eaves and Wall-Walking Skill

This domestic SUV had traveled for half an hour, then continued along the highway beside the Nu River after leaving Baoshan City, until it exited the expressway and turned onto a country road. It wound its way around the mountains and, after another half hour, reached a high-elevation spot where the entire village nestled on the mid-slope.

Wa Zhai was the old hometown of Wang Biao’s mother. The village now had only a few households left, and most of the houses were earthen-walled structures, a common style among the Lisu people.

“Lao Mao, you really plan to play around here alone for a few days?”

“You won’t run into any trouble, right?”

“If you have anything on your mind, just say so. I’ll help if I can.” Wang Biao felt a bit puzzled; the university roommate he hadn’t seen in ages seemed like a different person altogether. With an outstanding temperament and a strong sense of mystery.

Carrying Chen Jue, he unlocked the old house door with the key he’d brought and opened it.

Pushing the door open revealed a nose full of dust, exactly like when Chen Jue had first returned to his old home in Chen Village.

Most people now preferred to gather in the city, a bustling world of material pleasures, where better living standards had made it hard for young people to endure the hardships of a remote mountain village.

Countless similar rural old houses were being forgotten by people. In a few decades, without maintenance, they would collapse on their own and slowly vanish from the world.

“What trouble could I possibly run into?”

“Just to come out and play for a few days, to relax.”

“The town is only half an hour away by foot. You still worry I’ll run into trouble alone?” Chen Jue smiled as he followed Wang Biao around the house.

Water and electricity were available, though there was no internet. The 4G signal in the village was strong, so they would just use data for browsing. The moldy smell in the house wasn’t too heavy, slightly cleaner than when Chen Jue had returned to his old home back then.

According to Wang Biao, his mother visited every half year to clean and tidy because she missed the departed elders. After a good cleaning, it could still be inhabited.

“There isn’t even a decent set of bedding! If not, you can just stay at a small inn in town.”

Wang Biao helped Chen Jue rummage through boxes and cabinets until, unable to resist his roommate’s stubbornness, he carried out several quilts and spread them on the clothesline in the courtyard to air out.

Thanks to the camphor balls his mother had stuffed into the cabinet earlier, the quilts’ mold smell wasn’t heavy, and a light airing would make them suitable for sleeping.

The two of them tidied the place inside and out simply. Chen Jue then drove Wang Biao’s car down to the town below to buy some daily necessities and returned with them.

As for meals, Chen Jue had no intention of lighting a fire and cooking himself.

The town wasn’t far, and at his pace it would take only about ten minutes to walk there. There were plenty of tourists, many restaurants, and all of them served local specialties with excellent flavors, saving him considerable effort.

At most, he would light a fire to simmer some tonic soup. This place was considered highland terrain, with an altitude over two thousand meters. Ceramic pots were ineffective, and boiling water reached only about ninety degrees Celsius, so a pressure cooker was required.

Fortunately, the tonic supplements he’d brought were mostly things that could be drunk after pouring hot water on them. Some were oral liquids with a straw that could be sipped directly, and only the Ten Great Tonic Soup needed slow simmering over low heat, which was a bit more troublesome.

The two of them fiddled around until nearly five in the afternoon before managing to tidy up a room that Wang Biao had lived in as a child.

When Wang Biao got married, Chen Jue had come here for a visit with some of his dorm roommates.

At the time, it was for the wedding celebration, and there was no overnight stay. They only knew that beyond Wa Zhai lay the mountain, and crossing it led to the Gongshan Nature Reserve. They had simply taken a quick glance at the outer side where the road was.

This time, they planned to venture deep into the mountains and forests to search for medicinal herbs, so Chen Jue had prepared more thoroughly.

While purchasing supplies in town earlier, he had also bought a set of camouflage clothing for entering the mountains, climbing boots, rain boots, a raincoat, a flashlight, a compass, cologne, mosquito repellent, compressed biscuits, energy bars, functional drinks, and more.

This trip out was only for dinner. To get Wang Biao, who was curious and had mistaken him for a trekker, back home to accompany his family earlier, Chen Jue himself found a local restaurant and had a casual meal.

He ordered bamboo-tube roasted whole chicken and a large portion of Lisu ethnic hand-grabbed rice. Seeing that most tourists at the neighboring tables were having similar dishes, he ate a satisfying meal.

After dinner, he wandered around the town for a while, admiring the local customs and scenery, then walked back along the mountain road at a brisk pace to the old house of Wang Biao’s family.

When he returned to Wa Zhai, the sky had not yet fully darkened. This side lay in the southwest, with a long distance, so the sun set later than on the Wen City side, at least until nearly eight o’clock for true darkness, unlike Wen City, where it began to darken before seven.

He swept the room where they would stay at night again, packed away the quilts that had been airing in the courtyard, arranged the tonic supplements and nutritional products he had brought, unpacked the boxes, and placed the books on the bedside table, planning to read them before bed.

It was only a bit past seven now, with plenty of time before sleep. He put on a sports jacket, went outside, and walked quickly to the highest small mountain peak behind Wa Zhai.

At that moment, the setting sun just overlapped with the highest peak in the distance. The sunlight bathed the mountains, snow peaks, dense forests, and Nu River that Chen Jue could see in a magnificent golden glow.

If the reservoir in Chen Village was quiet and secluded, and the seaside of Dongdao County was vast and spectacular, then the Gongshan Nature Reserve before him was boundless and primitive, with sacred snow peaks, on par with some of the earthly secrets seen in documentaries.

“It’s a fine place for practicing martial arts and cultivation!” Chen Jue took a deep breath, gazing at the setting sun gradually sinking into the west and finally disappearing among the layered mountains in the farthest distance.

Looking down at Wa Zhai, only a few households were dimly lighting their lamps in the twilight.

Before leaving, Wang Biao had visited these households one by one and said his goodbyes. All of them were elderly residents, and the village had no small grocery store, making it even less convenient than Chen Village.

He practiced stomping and punching on the mountain peak, alternating between Tai Chi, Tiger Roar Golden Bell Armor, and Wudang Golden Needle Finger Technique. Feeling the temperature drop rapidly and his thin outer jacket no longer effective, Chen Jue ran quickly back to Brother Biao’s old house.

Entering the house, he burned some hot water to wipe his body. Since it was an abandoned old house long uninhabited with no water heater installed, bathing had to rely on boiling water himself.

But Chen Jue enjoyed this self-sufficient feeling, as if pouring the hot water into a wooden bucket to bathe was just like the scenes of growing up in the countryside from his childhood memories.

After bathing, he got into bed, read the books he had brought for a while, then turned on his phone and pulled out a light kung fu skill from the martial arts data library.

Previously, considering the deep-mountain exploration, Chen Jue had specially downloaded all the materials from the group file onto his phone, categorized them, and backed them up to the cloud drive, fearing that if the group accidentally disbanded one day, these precious records would be lost.

As for the light kung fu skills, there were several in the group file. Finally, considering the state bonus that could speed up cultivation, he chose one called Flying Eaves Walking Wall Skill to read and study.

This Flying Eaves Walking Wall Skill was also one of the Wudang secret techniques, sharing the same name as the Flying Eaves Walking Wall Method in the Seven Extraordinary Skills of Shaolin Temple, though he didn’t know who had copied whom and wasn’t bothered to pursue it.

Moreover, the materials mentioned that if one could cultivate the Wudang Digong Skill and Volume Digong Skill before practicing the Flying Eaves Walking Wall Skill, by training the legs and feet in advance, it could enhance the power of this skill.

But Chen Jue, with his various attributes far exceeding the norm, no longer needed to deliberately train legs before body techniques; he could simply practice directly.

This was the so-called one method connecting all methods, with everything integrating into a perfect whole.

In the room, he tried it briefly, and [Flying Eaves Walking Wall Skill Lv0] appeared on his panel.

“It’s still the real Daoist skill! It can be augmented by [Ancestor Lu’s Enlightenment].”

“Tomorrow, practice it while heading into the mountains to test it.”