This defied all reason.
Besides, if they really had exchanged tips and learned from one another, their new tricks should all have been more or less the same.
How could he have nearly heard all thirty-six of Dongxuanzi's freehand techniques just from their idle chatter over a meal?
All kinds of inconceivable moves had come up, one after another. They were even more versed in such things than a brothel's star courtesan.
Thinking back to Jiang Xiao'e's judo practice last night, Cui Jiuyang pondered it more carefully and suddenly felt there had been something faintly deliberate about the young widow's behavior.
Those things Jiang Xiao'e had said to herself last night-"a prude," "turning down meat delivered right to your mouth"-he had thought she was simply lashing out in embarrassment after his rejection. Looking back now, could those words... all have been deliberately meant for his ears?
Logically, even if she had been fantasizing while keeping her hands busy, she should not have spoken such intimate, flirtatious words aloud. After all, there was a young child in her room. Wasn't she afraid the child would hear?
The more Cui Jiuyang thought about it, the colder his back grew!
In other words, Jiang Xiao'e might well have known he could hear her, yet deliberately said those things and put on that performance to... entice him into knocking on her door himself?
But his senses had only become sharp enough to hear the movements next door clearly after he began cultivating The Eight Extremes.
How could Jiang Xiao'e, an ordinary woman, have known he could hear her?
With that thought, Cui Jiuyang immediately tucked both hands into his wide sleeves, hiding them from everyone's view. Then he formed finger seals, secretly circulating the spiritual power within him.
*I divined it once last night