Stealing Skills in the Middle of the Night

That night, just after the third-watch clapper had sounded.

The side-room door creaked as it was suddenly shoved open.

With a monkey-scoops-the-moon move, Sun Wukong hauled Ye Feng out of bed from the middle of his dreams.

"Junior Brother Ye, wake up. It's time."

Ye Feng was sleeping in a daze, and after being shaken like that, his soul nearly flew out of his body.

"Monkey, it's the middle of the night. Are you sleepwalking?"

Sun Wukong's eyes shone terrifyingly in the darkness, excited and mysterious.

"Master knocked my head three times during the day. Did you forget?"

Ye Feng rubbed his eyes, his mind slowly clearing.

"And then?"

"You still don't understand?!"

Sun Wukong was so excited he scratched his ears and cheeks.

"Three knocks means he wants me to go find him alone at the third watch!"

Ye Feng: "..."

Fine. A classic lived forever; he had almost forgotten this bit.

Looking at Sun Wukong, who was so excited he was about to take off on the spot, Ye Feng could not help asking, "How are you so sure that Master knocking you three times means he wants you to go find him at the third watch?"

To be honest, he was genuinely curious how Monkey had figured it out.

When Sun Wukong heard that, he stiffened his neck and answered with perfect confidence.

"I, Old Sun, have been in the sect seven years, and I've observed carefully!

"Master, the old man, treats the Senior Brothers with gentle wind and fine rain. Forget hitting them—even harsh words are rare!"

He pointed at his own forehead.

"Only with me did he directly knock three times. Master must have had some deeper meaning in doing that!"

Ye Feng had no answer.

"Then why did you wake me up?"

Ye Feng