Chapter 40 Get ready for the exam
In the evening, Bai Mo returned to the inn and saw that Li He had been back for a long time. He asked casually, "Brother He, have you seen anyone?"
"No." Li He shook his head first. Seeing Bai Mo's confusion, he then asked, "Brother Mo, does he know who the examiner of this Hejian Prefecture Township Examination is?"
Bai Mo's thoughts turned and he thought thoughtfully, "Could it be?"
"Yes, it's Mr. Han Changli." Li He said with a smile, "Before, I only thought that Mr. Han was passing by here, but I never thought that he was here to be the examiner. Due to the rules, the examiner had to avoid suspicion, but he was not allowed to take the exam before the exam. students."
Bai Mo looked happy and congratulated, "With Mr. Han's appreciation for Brother He, Brother He will definitely be able to go to high school this time."
Li He smiled and said nothing.
In the next few days, Li He concentrated on reviewing his books at the inn, while Bai Mo took two people's food to a martial arts gym to consolidate his strength every day, and listened to the old man in the martial arts gym telling some old stories until the exam started. The arrival of the day.
On this day, the two of them woke up early on purpose to avoid being stuck in traffic and wasting time.
When we arrived at the trial courtyard, a hint of white was just visible in the sky. The door to the trial courtyard had not yet opened, but there was already a long queue in front of the door.
In the Jingguo imperial examination, the first level of the provincial examination required three examinations, including classics, policy questions, and poetry. Each session lasted three days, totaling nine days.
Once you pass the provincial examination and get listed on the yellow list, you have the status of being a that time, not only would they have various privileges such as not kneeling before officials, exemption from corvee taxes, etc., but they would also become an alternate official of the imperial court. When the time came, they would be assigned as a parent official and take charge of the power of a county, which was a step to the sky.
As the saying goes, if you are a thirty-year-old scholar and a fifty-year-old Jinshi, you can still be considered young even if you are over fifty. Therefore, in addition to some young talents outside the examination academy, most of them are from humble backgrounds. For ten years, a poor old man has been immersed in making fuss.
These people either hide in corners and recite continuously, or they gather in groups to discuss the meaning of the scriptures. As for discussing the examiner's preferences, they cannot be discussed openly.
Not long after, the trial courtyard opened wide, and students outside the courtyard came in one after another after identifying themselves.
"Brother Mo, I'm going!" Li He straightened his clothes, put a bamboo basket with food and clothing on his back, and said with a smile.
Bai Mo nodded and looked at Li He striding across the threshold with anticipation. He seemed to see Li He's name resounding throughout Jingguo, making the world aware of Changgu Li Changji's talent.
When the shackles came off the gate of the trial courtyard, everyone accompanying him outside the courtyard dispersed one by one.
Not far away, someone showed jealousy, waved his sleeves, turned and left, "Li Changji, don't let anything fall into my hands."
Bai Mo suddenly turned his head and looked around, but only saw a carriage driving away, and then disappeared behind the corner.
Most of the day later, there was a martial arts studio.
On the martial arts training ground, Bai Mo's eyes were slightly closed, his steps were irregular, he breathed in and out slowly, his breathing was long and short, slow and fast, and the toad's cry in his belly became clearer and clearer.
Outside the martial arts training ground, the old man who was sweeping the fallen leaves was surprised. He stopped his broom and looked at it Mo slowly let out a breath of turbid air, and suddenly his body moved. His body was on an axis, his toes were turned out, his body was twisted, his legs were slowly bent down and squatted, left front and right back, and his right knee was in the middle of the left knee socket, as if he was flying into the void. sit.
Then, he put both hands in front of him at the same time, balanced them apart, palms down, and slowly lowered them to the level of his hips...
call!call! He suddenly took a step forward, exerted force under his feet, straight to his waist and back, shook his arms and wrists, his movements changed from slow to fast, and struck out with a palm. When it reached the end, it turned into a fist, and then he pulled his body back, and his fists followed the trend. He was chopping up and down in front of his eyes, as if he was holding two axes in his hands, chopping firewood, and his sleeves were making a swishing sound.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped back, his fists turned into palms again, and he closed them at his waist. He strode forward again, stretched his arms, swept across his chest, then turned around and blasted out fiercely.
After he learned something from the old woodcutter's chopping of firewood, he initially integrated it with some of the strength methods of Wudu Quan and Chiyang Palm. These Sanshou moves were quite helpful in integrating strength.
The woodcutter can chop down more firewood with the least effort, which is naturally similar to the method of exerting force in martial arts.
Bai Mo used his hands as palms, pressed his hands into fists, retracted his fists and raised his elbows, his steps were light and steady, his movements were wide open and wide, his posture was stretched, he extended his hands to strike far, his palm and boxing techniques changed each other, moving like clouds and flowing water, and his steps , rotating and leaping, like turbulent waves, continuous and without any stagnation.
"Crackling, crackling..."
A crisp sound came from his body, as he punched and waved his palms, and while breathing, there was a constant crackling sound, and his muscles and bones were stretched apart, which was extremely comfortable.
After watching for a moment, the old man shook his head slightly, picked up the broom and slowly swept the fallen leaves.
After a while, Bai Mo blocked the swing with a horizontal fist, pulled out a crisp sound, and then slashed down. Then he slowly retracted his waist, exhaled hot air, then closed his eyes tightly, inhaled with teeth together, swallowed, ate, closed, and held firm. The ears are silent and the breathing is long and powerful.
Snapped! ! ! Bai Mo suddenly opened his eyes, using his feet as his roots, his waist as his axis, and his arms as extensions, he used all his body strength to punch the wooden man not far away.
A continuous burst of pure strength was transmitted from bottom to top, and was transmitted into both arms without stopping, straight through the fist, and the wooden figure just inches outside the fist suddenly shook and buzzed.
The next moment, his five fingers suddenly opened up, turning his fist into a palm, and the strength kept condensing in his palm. Then, like wind blowing under his feet, he stepped out about ten feet and came to the iron man pile on the side. His palm moved with him, and his muscles and bones sounded. , there was a hint of thunder, and then it hit the iron man without stopping.
when! ! ! Like the collision of gold and stone, it was deafening. The iron man pile buried deep in the soil instantly trembled. After a few breaths, it slowly stopped. A closer look revealed that there was a clear palm mark on the iron man.
"That's not right!!" Bai Mo was not happy to be able to leave marks on the iron man who was made of stubborn iron. Instead, he frowned, "This punch and palm are already the limit of what I can hit at this time, but they are far from being casual. No matter how hard you exert your strength, there is always a part of the strength that cannot be integrated.”
He thought hard, but still couldn't get the key. He only felt more and more irritated, and suddenly realized the difference between ordinary martial artists and orthodox martial arts practitioners.
When the disciples of wealthy generals and prime ministers practice martial arts, they not only need to take supplements such as ginseng and deer antler every day, but if they encounter any difficulties or bottlenecks, they will also have masters to point out the shortcomings and help them overcome them people can only rely on fate. If they are lucky, if they think hard, if they have bad luck, they will have no hope for life.
"The young man's muscles are not weak, he looks a bit like an old store owner." The old man swept a pile of fallen leaves together and suddenly smiled, "You must be a good hand at going to the dock to resist the goods with all your strength."
Bai Mo shook his head and sighed, glanced at the sky, and was about to leave. When he arrived in front of the door, he suddenly stopped and lowered his head in thought, "Death force? What is death force?"
(End of this chapter)