The sun was setting, and the orange-red sunlight was sprinkled at the door of Qiming High School, making every student passing by seem to be draped in a layer of red light veil.

Several sixteen or seventeen-year-olds gathered together, giggling and laughing as they walked towards the school gate.

"I said Ah Mu, what's wrong with you today, you've been yawning since the morning, and you've been sleeping during class, why did you go last night?"

A slightly chubby teenager noticed the tired appearance of his friend and asked in surprise.

"I'm afraid I didn't watch Xiao Huangben all night?" said another teenager with a lewd smile.

"Oh, what kind of book is so exciting?" several teenagers' eyes lit up, and they coaxed, "Lend it to me too!"

Du Mu glanced at them, a trace of helplessness flashed on his face, and he shook his head slightly: "I didn't read the book." ”

"Cut, believe in you to have a ghost!"

"That's it!"

"If you don't read the book, it won't be an overnight review, right?"

Several people played all the way, and only waved their hands after coming to the fork, Du Mu turned to the left alone, and after walking for four or five minutes, his footsteps turned and walked into a slightly dirty alley.

The alley is more than two meters wide, which is a bit eerie compared to the bright and spacious streets.

After walking a few steps, out of the corner of Du Mu's eyes, he caught a glimpse of three shirtless tattooed gangster youths walking opposite.

He paused slightly, then returned to normal, and as if nothing had happened, he stepped aside and passed the three along the wall.

The three thugs glanced at Du Mu obliquely, and saw that it was a high school student with a shoulder bag and shabby clothes, pursed his lips, turned his head and continued to laugh and scold.

Seeing this, Du Mu hurriedly walked a few steps, turned the alley, and listened to the laughter of the three people walking away, and his heart couldn't help but relax.

This neighborhood is located in the most remote corner of the northwest of Haoguang City, and the security has always been not very good, there are often gangsters and pickpockets in the vicinity, and from time to time there are fights or robberies and other cases.

I don't know if it's because it's too remote, even the police don't want to take care of the affairs of this neighborhood, even if they receive a report, most of the time they deal with it.

Thanks to this, when Du Mu passed by this neighborhood on weekdays, he was very cautious, for fear of being entangled by those gangsters.

After all, he is just an ordinary high school student whose body is not fully developed, and he has not even entered the door of swordsmanship, and he is even more ignorant of martial arts, and he is by no means an opponent of gangsters who are proficient in street fighting.

Coming to a dilapidated old-fashioned apartment, Du Mu took out the key from his pocket with a gloomy expression, opened the door with a click, and dodged in.

There was silence and darkness in the room.

Since his sister, who is dependent on each other, went to school in another city, he is the only one left in the whole apartment, which seems a little cold.

Throwing the schoolbag on the sofa in the living room, Du Mu came to the kitchen, opened the closet and took out a bag of bread, and hastily settled the dinner with cold water.

After filling his stomach, he didn't rest, he sat cross-legged on the cold floor of the living room, crossed his hands between his legs, closed his eyes and began to practice the Bailuo Breathing Method.

Since the beginning of martial arts a hundred years ago, martial arts have flourished, all kinds of refining the basic breathing techniques and breathing techniques have emerged in endlessly, dazzling, each martial arts school insists that their own refining techniques are the best, until thirty years ago, the martial saint Bailuo was born, gathering many refining techniques, learning from each other's strengths, and creating the Bailuo breathing method, the dispute came to an end.

As the most talented and recognized strongest martial saint in the history of the Asian Federation, the breathing method created by the directors of the Bailuo family naturally no one dares to question its authority, in fact, the years that followed have also proved that the effect of the Bailuo breathing method is indeed far stronger than other basic body refining methods, and it is very suitable for ordinary people to lay a foundation and exercise their physique.

After 30 years of hard work, this breathing method has now become a necessary basic body refining method for the whole people, and basically all high school students have practiced since childhood.

Du Mu is no exception.

In the center of the living room, Du Mu sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his chest slowly rising and falling in a mysterious rhythm, and his breathing gradually became long and long.

As time passed, he gradually felt a faint warm current in his lower abdomen, which slowly flowed through his limbs and limbs with his breath, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling as if they were soaking in a hot spring.

Unfortunately, the feeling didn't last long.

About twenty minutes later, the warm current disappeared without a trace, Du Mu woke up from the mesmerizing comfort, checked the state of his body for the first time, and found that there was no obvious change, and a trace of frustration appeared on his face.

"Sure enough, relying on this breathing method alone, it would be a dream to become a martial arts apprentice within four months. ”

The Bailuo breathing method is very suitable for ordinary people to strengthen their bodies, but that's all, it is very rare for people to become martial artists with this breathing method alone, even if they become martial arts apprentices.

What's more, like most ordinary people, Du Mu has no qualifications to practice martial arts, swordsmanship has not yet been introduced, and his physique is only at the level of ordinary high school students, let alone becoming a martial artist, even if he is a martial arts apprentice, it is also a big challenge for him.

"Wuke University, even if it is just the local Wuke University in Haoguang City, the minimum standard for recruiting students is martial arts apprentices, if you don't break through this level, it is impossible to go to Wuke University!"

"It's the second semester of the third year of high school, and there are less than three months before the big exam, so I want to break through to the martial arts apprentice realm during this time......"

Du Mu gritted his teeth, and a sense of astringency surged in his heart.

It has always been his dream to become a warrior!

In the Federation, warriors enjoy a respected status and all kinds of privileges, wealth and fame are at their fingertips, Du Mu does not know how many times he dreamed in his sleep that he had become a powerful warrior, gaining fame and fortune, and reaching the pinnacle of life in one fell swoop.

However, the dream is beautiful, but the reality is very cruel, he was born poor, he and his sister depend on each other, barely living on federal subsidies, he is completely a poor boy, there is no extra money to buy medicinal materials to assist in cultivation, and his talent for practicing martial arts is even more mediocre, and it is difficult to become a martial arts apprentice.

The only thing that can be called an advantage is the relatively good cultural results.

Unfortunately, this is not of much use.

Du Mu has a very clear positioning for himself, unless he is successfully admitted to Wuke University, he will be a hard-working office worker in the future, and that is not the life he wants.

In the federation where martial arts are prevalent, ordinary office workers, even elite white-collar workers, have a status inferior to a martial arts apprentice.

Shaking his head helplessly, Du Mu cleaned up his mood, got up and practiced the basic boxing style taught by the school, sweated hard, returned to his room after taking a shower, took out his textbook and began to study.

It wasn't until late at night that he put down his book, rubbed his brows, and went to bed to get ready for bed.

"There's a martial arts class tomorrow, so you have to go to bed early. ”

If you are still as listless as you are today, you will definitely be trained by the teacher in the martial arts class.

As soon as his body touched the bed, the fatigue in Du Mu's body immediately surged like a tide, and his consciousness fell into darkness after a while.

In a hazy and hazy place, his mind shook suddenly, and the dissipated consciousness instantly returned, and the whole person opened his eyes sharply, got up and sat up straight, and what he saw was a strange fog of gray fluttering.

"I'm dreaming again......"