Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 72
Seven days later, the first exam of the school exam.

The posted notices have spread to all the restaurants in Tianqi City. It is rumored that there are already forty testees recommended by the famous families of Tianqi and the famous families of the rivers and lakes this time, which is the most in history. Baili Dongjun's odds have changed from one to one to one to ten.

Seeing is better than hearing.

At first sight, it was an eye-opener.

Sitting in the elegant seat on the second floor, Uncle Tu with a graceful figure on the Qianjin Terrace, waving a small folding fan, looked at the almost crazy gamblers downstairs, and said with a smile: "The boy brought by the little gentleman in the school, really So eye-opening?"

"Yes, it is said that even a disciple in the outer court can play tricks at will." The attendant next to him said.

Uncle Tu nodded: "So why would Mr. Xiao choose such a person?"

The attendant hesitated for a moment: "Hidden strength?"

Uncle Tu smiled and didn't continue, but asked, "Where is Second Master?"

"I'm going to listen to... the song." The attendant looked embarrassed.

"What a waste." Uncle Tu shook his head, waving his folding fan leisurely, "Try to find out the origin of the young man brought by Mr. Xiao."

"Yes!"

Jixia School.

Lei Mengsha went back to his own house, he is married, he has a house in Tianqi City, after coming back to accompany Baili Dongjun for so many days, he finally couldn't help running away.So only Baili Dongjun was left sitting in the yard bored.

He hasn't left the yard for a few days, and people come to deliver food and drink every day, but Lei Mengsha specifically asked him not to go out, and he just didn't want to go out, after all, he didn't want to be surrounded by people when he walked on the road, and from time to time I was tempted to test my martial arts.

"Martial arts?" Baili Dongjun sat cross-legged in the courtyard, breathing slowly.

When Lei Mengsha left, he taught him a set of Leimen's basic inner strength breathing kung fu. He had practiced it for three days, but the inner strength that appeared after drunkenness in his body was still silent.

"Bullshit!" Baili Dongjun couldn't bear it anymore and jumped off the stool, "Bullshit martial arts!"

"Martial art is not bullshit, you are bullshit." A somewhat joking voice suddenly came from above. Baili Dongjun was startled, and he sprinted backwards. Then he looked up and saw a man with white hair. The man with dark hair was standing on the eaves, with a ghost mask on his face and a long stick hanging from his waist, leaning over to look at him.

"Who are you?" Baili Dongjun said angrily.

The white-haired man jumped up and landed beside Baili Dongjun, reaching out to grab his shoulder, Baili Dongjun retreated abruptly, the long sword was unsheathed in an instant, and a sword light was drawn , with a slight twist, the sword stroke is timeless and light, straight to the white-haired man's throat.

"Sure enough." The white-haired man tilted his head back slightly, stretched out two fingers, and grasped Baili Dongjun's long sword, "You remember these sword moves at all."

"So what?" Baili Dongjun yelled angrily, and raised his long sword. His sword moves were exquisite, but he was pressed down by the white-haired man's finger. It was just an index finger, but with such a light tap, Baili Dongjun was crushed to the ground with his sword.The white-haired man sneered: "But there are sword moves, no internal strength, so vulnerable."

"Who the hell are you!" Baili Dongjun threw up his fist and smashed it.

"It's said that you have no internal strength, how powerful is your fist?" The white-haired man still stretched out his finger, flicked Baili Dongjun, and then flicked Baili Dongjun again. , Baili Dongjun rushed up, and flicked his feet several times before barely avoiding the next finger, but the bench he was sitting cross-legged just now was shattered by this finger.

Baili Dongjun was panting and sweating profusely.The person in front of him is not comparable to the students from the outer court who tested him a few days ago. Whether it is martial arts or the demeanor exuded from him, he is the best type of person he has ever met.

"It seems that after returning to Qiandong City, you have already remembered all the sword moves, so this matter is much simpler than imagined." The white-haired man walked towards Baili Dongjun step by step, "You know that your master uses medicine to cultivate Cultivating you, forcibly refining you into a diamond physique, but why can't you use all the internal energy in your body?"

Baili Dongjun frowned slightly: "Why do you know this?"

"Hahaha, I know more than that." The white-haired man walked to a place five steps away from Baili Dongjun and stopped, "I also know why you don't. It's because your master is afraid This incident was discovered before the time came, so a restriction was placed on you to seal your internal strength, unless you can't control your strength, such as every time you are drunk, it will reveal some."

Baili Dongjun was taken aback: "Are you a friend of Master?"

"I'm not qualified to be Confucian Immortal's friend yet, but I know a little more." The white-haired man took another step forward, "Can I help you?"

"Can you help me undo the restriction?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"Unlock the restriction, the power of the diamond will flood the whole body in an instant, and you will be disabled even if you are not dead. The internal force you released when you were drunk is only three or four out of ten, and you can pass out for three or four days, let alone now. Your only way, It's just to let my internal strength gradually blend into my body." The white-haired man replied.

"What method?" Baili Dongjun took a step back.

"Learn internal strength." The white-haired man said.

Baili Dongjun flicked his hands: "Cut! Do a routine with Lei Mengsha for a long time! Roll, I don't have time to waste time with you."

"The internal strength I'm talking about is different from that of Lei Mengsha." The white-haired man jumped out, grabbed Baili Dongjun's shoulders, and then threw him out, just as Baili Dongjun kept screaming. When it was time, he rushed over again and slapped him.

Baili Dongjun's stomach churned for a while, and then he let out a mouthful of turbid air, but he felt a warm current flowing through his body, and there was an indescribable comfort.

"Some internal skills are as fierce as fire, some are as fast as thunder, some are as continuous as water, and some are as steady as mountains. Which type of internal force do you think you are suitable for?" The white-haired man threw Baili Dongjun out again.

Baili Dongjun said angrily: "I'm a little angry now, of course it's like fire like thunder!"

"Wrong, water is suitable for you, because you love wine like your life!" The white-haired man chuckled and pushed Baili Dongjun out, "I'll come again tonight." The back wall of the courtyard turned over and left.

At this time, Lei Mengsha opened the door and walked in. Seeing the mess in the courtyard, he was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"

Baili Dongjun straightened his clothes, "It's another one looking for trouble."

Lei Mengsha walked to the shattered bench, leaned over and picked up a piece of broken wood: "What a powerful stick technique."

Baili Dongjun shook his head: "That man used fingers."

"No, it's a stick." Lei Mengsha threw the wood on the ground, "Finger stick."

(End of this chapter)