In the admission assessment, it is absolutely not allowed to give such a heavy hand to the candidates as Zhang Heng did, and the Martial Arts Academy promised that Wu Song would definitely punish Zhang Heng severely.

Under the healing elixir of the Seven Princes and Wu Song's own strong physical fitness, two days later, most of his injuries had healed.

That night, in order to celebrate Wu Song and Gangfeng's successful admission to the Martial Academy, Wu Song, Yun Rong, Li Fatzi and Gangfeng came to the Martial Arts Academy Tavern together.

The four of them found a secluded corner on the second floor, called for wine and food, and began to eat and drink.

"This wine is different from other places, and it tastes good. ”

There is a kind of fruit wine in the Wuyuan Tavern, which is made with several rare fruits and other auxiliary materials, which has a small strength and a fresh taste. Considering that Yun Rong didn't like the taste of spirits, Wu Song specially called this wine.

Although Gang Feng and Li Fatzi couldn't enjoy themselves, anyway, his injuries were not good enough to drink spirits, and the two of them could only settle down.

Unexpectedly, after this fruit wine came up, Yun Rong liked it very much as soon as he smelled it, and took the initiative to pour a glass and taste it, and liked it even more.

"Li Kun, what is life like after becoming a disciple of the outer court?"

Li Kun became a disciple of the Outer Academy two years ago, Wu Song had never asked him about his life in the Martial Academy before, and now that he had become a disciple of the Martial Academy, he naturally inquired first.

"The life of a disciple of the Martial Academy, in general, is quite hard, you have to get up before dawn in the morning, and then all day long is all kinds of training, and when you don't have a child at night, you will definitely not be able to lie in bed. ”

Li Kun was extremely bored with the life of the martial arts academy and poured bitter water.

"What kind of training is it?"

Rigid air ducts.

"Running dozens of miles with a hundred-pound weight on his back, meditating and pranayama for two hours, and actual combat training called fighting with senior brothers but actually being beaten as a sandbag, etc., are all perverted training. ”

Li Kun said weakly, as if he had just carried out these trainings.

"It doesn't sound like it's bitter, and that's how I trained as a kid. ”

Gangfeng shook his head, not feeling how hard the training was.

"Brother Gangfeng, it's not me saying you, it's very good for you to defeat the outer court disciples in one move, but you can't brag because of this. I can't afford to train a cultivator at the peak of the Body Refining Realm, how can you stand it when you were a child?"

Li Kun rolled his eyes, didn't believe a word of Gangfeng's words, and concluded that he was bragging.

"Really, I'm not bragging. Since I was five years old, I had to carry heavy loads every day for long-distance running, and by the time I was seven, I could carry a hundred pounds of heavy loads and travel 20 miles in two quarters of an hour. Well, this is the scar from the weight I was carrying. ”

To prove his words, Gangfeng lifted his clothes, revealing his back, and two clear scars extended from his shoulders. It was worn out by the strap after years of carrying heavy loads.

"Oh my God! you don't really train like that since you were a kid, do you? You're amazing. ”

Seeing the scars behind Gangfeng, Li Fatzi believed his words seventy percent. Because he was too familiar with this scar, all the disciples of the outer courtyard of the Martial Academy, including him, had such scars on their backs, and they were all left by carrying heavy objects for a long time.

"No wonder Brother Gangfeng's cultivation is amazing, I see. Brother Gangfeng, are the people who trained you your parents? Ling Zun Lingtang is really admirable. ”

Wu Song admired that parents in the world generally cherish their children and are unwilling to let their children suffer a little.

In order to make children become talents, there are very few people who are willing to harden their hearts and force their children to endure hardships.

"Not my parents, I was an orphan who grew up with my sister. He who trained me was of great grace to me, and he commanded me not to say his name, so I cannot tell you. ”

The wind is strong, and the brothers should not have hidden anything from each other, but the benefactor has a life, and he has to abide by it.

"It's okay, I'm just casually asking, Brother Gangfeng has a hard time, so forget it. ”

Wu Song didn't care, and immediately changed the topic and talked about other things.

A few people chatted all night, chatting very speculatively, and they had a good time.

Unexpectedly, Yun Rong was drunk.

Wu Song chatted with a few of them, and Yun Rong couldn't interject, so he drank alone next to him.

She drank this fruit wine, and the more she drank it, the more delicious she felt, and before she knew it, she poured a pot of wine into her stomach.

This fruit wine is small, but if you drink too much, it will be intoxicating, not to mention that Yun Rong's amount of wine is already very small, and by the time the banquet is gone, Yun Rong's face is already red, and his eyes are hazy.

According to Wu Song's meaning, he wanted to send Yun Rong back to his residence immediately and let her rest well. But after leaving the tavern, Yun Rong shouted that he wanted to go to admire the moon, Wu Songxin said, sister, what month are you a blind man for?

Afraid of hurting Yun Rong's heart, he persuaded her to go home in a roundabout way, but people just didn't follow, helpless, Wu Song had no choice but to say goodbye to Gangfeng and Li Kun, and took Yun Rong to a hill next to the martial arts courtyard.

Yun Rong was drunk, changed from the appearance of a quiet lady in the past, and sang all the way. I have to say that Yun Rong's singing is really good, even if he is drunk, his singing voice is still very moving.

It's just that Wu Song can't understand a word of the lyrics, and it doesn't sound like a human language at all.

Coming to the top of the mountain, Wu Song hugged Yun Rong, a little helpless and a little funny, "Yun Rong, don't you want to admire the moon? ”

Yun Rong stopped singing, his blind eyes looked at the moon, his expression was focused, as if he was thinking about something.

Wu Song shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying in his heart that it was quite like that.

After a while, Yun Rong suddenly pointed to the night sky and shouted, "Look, someone has come from the moon. ”

The night sky was clear, and there wasn't even a single cloud in the sky.

"Yes, they came down from the moon to take you away. ”

Wu Song thought that Yun Rong was talking drunk, and cooperated with her to talk nonsense.

"You know they're here to get me? Let's go, it's too late!"

Yun Rong shouted in panic, clutching Wu Song's arm tightly, and his body seemed to tremble.

"It's okay, it's okay, Yunrong, no one will come to arrest you, don't worry. ”

Wu Song hurriedly comforted Yun Rong and hugged her tighter, and at the same time felt remorseful in his heart, he couldn't make up any nonsense, but he said that someone was going to arrest Yun Rong.

However, Wu Song also felt puzzled, people who drank high were generally bold, why did this Yun Rong just the opposite, and his courage became so small?

Wu Song comforted him, Yun Rong gradually relaxed, the wine played a role, and he fell asleep.

Wu Song hugged Yunrong and returned to his residence.

Shortly after he left, a light suddenly flashed in the dark night sky.

Two days later, it was the first day of registration for the new students in the outer courtyard, and Wu Song and Gangfeng came to the ancestral hall of the outer courtyard early in the morning.

They were greeted by Guo Qian, the elder deacon of the outer court, who would be responsible for explaining to them the rules of the martial court and their future life.

"May I ask the elder, why didn't another disciple come?"

There were only two people in front of the ancestral hall, Wu Song and Gangfeng, and that Xiao Shan did not appear, Wu Song was puzzled and asked Guo Qian directly.

"That candidate has already been regarded as a key cultivation object by the dean, and he has entered the inner courtyard exceptionally and practiced with the disciples of the inner courtyard, so he did not come today. ”

Guo Qian said dryly, and his voice was like his person, like a thin and dry bamboo pole.

"Genius is different!"

Wu Song smacked his tongue when he heard this, if ordinary people want to enter the inner courtyard, they must meet two hard rules: before the age of twenty-five, reach the Yuan seed realm.

This Xiao Shan is good, he directly ignores the regulations, he doesn't even have to stay in the outer courtyard, and he enters the inner courtyard as soon as he comes up.

"Okay, the above are the rules of the outer courtyard of the Martial Academy, and violating any of them will be severely punished. Those who refuse to change their teachings will be expelled from the school and expelled from the Martial Arts Academy. That's all for today, you two go find your teacher now. ”

After reading out all the regulations of the outer court, Guo Qian turned around and left as if he had finally unloaded a burden.

The disciples of the outer courtyard are in groups of seven, and each group is accompanied by a teacher.

This teacher is responsible for teaching the students the cultivation exercises and leading them through various trainings.

Wu Song and Gang Feng were placed in the same group, and the teacher's name was Zhang Yilu, who was a monk in the early stage of the Innate Realm.

Each group had a fixed place to attend classes, and Wu Song and Gangfeng followed Guo Qian's instructions and came to a room outside.

There was only one student sitting inside, a cute little girl, who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with two ponytails.

"Excuse me, is this Teacher Zhang Yilu's classroom?"

Wu Song said with some hesitation. Guo Qian said that the classroom is so correct, but why is there only one person in the classroom?

"It's here, you're new disciples, please come in. ”

The little girl's voice was sweet, as if she was holding a piece of candy, and greeted Wu Song and the others warmly.

Wu Song and Gangfeng looked at each other, both a little embarrassed. According to the rules of the Martial Academy, the disciples of the advanced academy are the masters, and the latecomers are the junior disciples.

So even though they were older than the little girl, they still had to call her Senior Sister.

"Hello senior sister, my name is Wu Song"

"Hello senior sister, my name is Gangfeng"

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Song and Gangfeng stiffly screamed.

"Hello two junior brothers, my name is Yang Shuang, well, please sit down, the teacher will be here in a while, don't worry. ”

Being called junior brother by such a sweet-looking and milky little sister, Wu Song and Gangfeng were both helpless, and they had a feeling of being at home.

"Senior sister, where have the other senior brothers gone?"

Wu Songdao, didn't you say that there were seven people in a group? Why are there only three of them now?

"It's all transferred to other teachers. ”

Yang Shuang said.

"Why?"

Wu Song was a little puzzled.

"This, junior brother, I can't say it clearly, it's suspected of slandering the teacher's reputation. ”

Yang Shuang's little face was full of embarrassment.

"Slander the teacher?"

Wu Song was even more puzzled, what the hell is going on?

"The teacher is here, the teacher is good. ”

When Wu Song was pondering, a person suddenly walked in outside the door, and Yang Shuang immediately stood up and said loudly.

The person who came seemed to be unable to walk steadily, stumbling onto the podium, a strong smell of wine spreading, and even Wu Song and Gangfeng couldn't help frowning when they smelled it.