Chapter 18: The Trial
After queuing for a long time, tens of thousands of people finally took Taibai's turn.
From now on, the trial begins, the first level, lift the stone pier behind me according to the bone age. After the disciple of the Martial Sect Mansion finished speaking, he touched Taibai's wrist.
'Bone age, six years old, sixty pounds'
Taibai walked to the third stone pier, and with both hands, the stone pier rose violently. In the past, in Qinglian Township, Xiao Nan often used medicinal herbs to help Taibai temper his body, taught him the method of basic training, and helped him temper his physique, plus his physique itself is not bad. At the age of five, he can lift a hundred pounds.
'Pass'
Taibai continued to walk forward, and the number of people passing around him was nearly ten times less than that of people outside.
After all, there are not many people who have good talents and have the money to buy medicinal materials to refine their bodies.
'The second level, fighting beasts, with a bone age of six years, against the enemy young wolf, insist on a stick of incense. ’
A disciple in light blue clothes in front of Taibai, after measuring Taibai's bone age, led Taibai into a room.
The room was not large, and a young wolf less than a meter long was lying on the ground, and when he saw someone coming in, he stood up and looked directly at the person with red eyes.
Taibai has never seen a wolf, there are only pheasants and the like near Qinglian Township, although there are wild wolves and tigers in Changjian Mountain in the distance, but Xiao Nan never let Taibai enter the mountain.
'If you are defeated, give up at any time, I will save you'
Before the disciples of the Martial Sect Mansion could finish speaking, the young wolf pounced on Taibai.
The wolf is also a sensitive beast, it senses the aura of being tall and knows the danger.
Taibai took a step back, aimed at the opportunity, and leaned over to strike a cannon fist directly into the chest of the young wolf. The young wolf's eyes flashed with a sly look, and one flicked its tail sideways. The cannon punch hits the wolf cub in the back, and the wolf cub is knocked out. Taibai was also flicked by the young wolf's tail and hit the wall directly, and a blood mark appeared on Taibai's young chest.
The young wolf straightened up, stood up again, shook his hair, and slowly walked towards Taibai, who had fallen to the ground.
Taibai has always been protected by Xiao Nan and has never been injured, and after being hit, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his chest. Knowing that now was not the time to rest, Taibai endured the pain and stood up.
Seeing that Taibai's footing was not stable, the young wolf jumped and grabbed Taibai with his claws.
The claws are sharp, and Taibai knows that without weapons, he can't resist with his body, so he quickly dodges sideways.
One man and one wolf, turned around in the house, and Taibai was scratched from time to time.
'Within a stick of incense, I not only have to hold on, but I also have to overcome it' Taibai set a goal for himself in his heart.
Seeing an opportunity, Taibai turned around and hit the young wolf's jaw, the young wolf's eyes flashed, Taibai knew that something was wrong, and quickly withdrew his fist.
The wolf's tail rolled back, almost wrapping around Taibai's arm.
It seems that the young wolf's tricks are all tails, as long as you restrain its tail, you can win. Taibai came to his senses and continued to circle with the young wolf.
After a few more scars, Taibai finally took the opportunity to grab the young wolf's tail.
With a loud scream, Taibai fell over the shoulder, and the young wolf was thrown to the ground.
"Okay, you've passed" The examiner took out a box of ointment and applied it to Taibai, the ointment worked wonders, and Taibai's injury was mostly healed after a while.
In a stone corridor, more than 100 people stood at the end of the corridor, in front of a huge stone painting.
The stone painting exudes a faint purple glow, and depicts a swordsman dancing with a long sword in a peach blossom forest, and behind him is a grass hut with a wolf dog tethered to the door. There is also a bamboo forest in the distance, and a small deer in the bamboo forest looks at the mountain peak in the distance, and a waterfall on the mountain peak goes straight down.
'This is a blue-rank treasure from my sect, called the Illusion Stone. As long as you have enough understanding, you can realize second-rate and third-rate martial arts from it. The third level is understanding. Within an hour, as long as you are under the age of ten to comprehend the third-rate martial arts, you will be considered to have passed, and you must be over ten years old to have realized the second-rate martial arts. On the side of the stone painting, among the dozens of disciples in light red clothes, an old man said.
Everyone looked at the painting, some immediately meditated, some closed their eyes and pondered.
Taibai also stood below, he carefully tasted the stone paintings, and felt more and more that the stone paintings were extraordinary, and suddenly remembered Meng Haoran's poems in the restaurant, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
Half of the hour passed quickly, and only four candidates on the field had realized the martial arts. The first boy, who was only eight or nine years old, asked for a spear and used a set of martial arts that emitted a pale blue light, and his marksmanship was like several green bamboo thorns.
The second boy, who was supposed to be thirteen or fourteen years old, came to the examiner and begged him to be sent to a high place. Standing on the top of the stone corridor thirty meters above, he took a step into the air, his feet stepped together, and the faint clouds and mist condensed under his feet, rushing straight to the ground like a waterfall. He's a body set.
The third place is a girl, only four or five years old, the Martial Sect Mansion does not accept disciples under the age of three, and the girl has just reached the standard. The girl comprehended a set of swordsmanship, and when she danced, a faint pink mist appeared, and there were many swordsmanship moves, and the enemy seemed to be facing countless peach blossoms.
The last one was also a boy, six or seven years old, sloppy, tattered, and looked like a beggar. What he comprehended was a set of martial arts, and he had to put his hands on the ground to practice, and he made strange sounds in his mouth, like a dog barking. No matter how you look at it, you can feel that he learned it from the dog in the painting.
As the incense stick was about to end, another six or seven-year-old boy learned a set of boxing techniques from the mountain.
Taibai retracted his gaze, walked up to the examiner, and asked for a long sword. Dancing and chanting.
In the sound of the dog barking in the water, the peach blossoms are dewy.
When the tree is deep, I see deer, and I don't hear the bell at noon.
The wild bamboo is divided into green mist, and the flying spring hangs on the blue peak.
No one knows where to go, and they are sad to rely on two or three pines.