After returning to the bedroom, Wang Xu sat on the chair he had just made and slowly unwrapped the cotton cloth on his right arm.

He tried to slowly channel the cold mist knife power in his body into his right arm.

Suddenly, a tingling pain came from the meridians of his right arm, and Wang Xu picked up the wound medicine prepared next to him with his left hand and wiped it again, wrapping it with a cotton cloth.

"The injury on the meridians may take half a month."

Wang Xu thought silently.

The external injury on his right arm has been completely healed, but the injury on the meridians has not been completely healed, which is also related to the internal skills he practiced.

The Cold Mist Sword Technique he created through Yuan Ling was definitely a supreme internal and external cultivation technique, but it was mainly focused on killing.

For the pragmatic foundation, the role in the treatment of internal and external injuries is not absent, but it is not satisfactory in comparison.

In the next few days, Wang Xu rarely studied hard for a few days, after all, the quarterly test at the end of the month is imminent, and he can't be sloppy.

Since he was about to enter the Spirit Mansion, it was impossible to say that the identity of a talented person was much more useful than he imagined.

At the end of June, the quarterly test venue.

The sun is scorching, and the sun is scorching.

Wang Xu was wearing a scholar's uniform issued by Songshan College, holding a nameplate to prove his identity in his hand, standing in a long column.

He wiped his forehead with a cold cotton cloth in his hand, which was very refreshing and pleasant.

At this moment, not only him, but also all the scholars present and those who accompanied him, almost everyone held the same cotton cloth in their hands.

Wang Xu glanced at a gang selling next to him.

The group had been there since the heat of the day, and in pairs they were carrying a large bucket of ice water soaked in cold cotton towels, shouting and selling.

"These sons, who do you want to change? Fifty cents for one exchange. ”

"I want it!"

"I want it too!"

Wang Xu looked at the cotton cloth in his hand that no longer felt the slightest coldness, and was a little speechless, this change is equivalent to 25 yuan.

There are not a few people present, which is much faster than robbing money, and the risk is smaller.

By this time, the two men had already turned over and asked them.

Wang Xu waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it, in fact, there were people who didn't want it from the beginning, basically they were people from poor families and hard work, and they couldn't say that they didn't care about this hardship at all, but they could still bear it.

And he's just trying to cover it up.

The two of them are not entangled, now it can be said that it is a seller's market, they are not in a hurry at all, it is not the hottest time, and when it is the hottest, the price has to rise, and the supply exceeds demand.

Wang Xu wiped the 'sweat' on his forehead with a cotton cloth again, which he deliberately made with the Cold Mist Knife Technique, and the cotton cloth was also deliberately bought by him.

"Wang Xu, Songshan College, recommended Ji Zhongyue?! Jishi?! ”

After the originally serious face of the season exam examiner saw Ji Zhongyue's name, he immediately softened, "Young Master Xu, you go to the side and wait for a while, don't go far, you will start after a while." ”

As he spoke, he handed over a sign, "Room 3, take it." ”

Wang Xu's heart was bright, it was estimated that he was Ji Zhongyue's former protégé, and after he hurriedly thanked him, he stepped aside.

Waiting for the next person, the examiner of the season test changed back to his previous cold face, "Bingsi, go to the side and wait for the opening." ”

"Why am I C?! And he's A?! ”

"If you have any objections, please react after the test, and if you don't want to take the test, you can do it."

The examiner of the quarterly exam didn't raise his head, "Next." ”

This kind of thing has happened more than once or twice, and it can even be said to be an unspoken rule.

The quarterly examination is divided into three examination rooms, A, B and C, from B to A, each with a better environment than the other.

Wang Xu looked at the brand in his hand, then walked to a shady place, closed his eyes and recuperated, waiting for the start of the season test.

In the whole venue, there were not a few scholars who stayed alone like him, and most of them were calming their minds and preparing for a major turning point in their lives.

Clang~

"It's open."

Wang Xu opened his eyes and followed the crowd into the quarterly examination room slowly.

Squeak, squeak, squeak......

The summer insects on the ancient trees chirp tirelessly.

Under the tree, there were a few people lying or sitting with the examiners, looking at the door of the venue with tired faces, and it had been a full three hours.

"It's out, it's out!"

A few people under the tree suddenly came to their senses and surrounded them.

After Wang Xu walked out of the examination room, he said hello to a few familiar scholars, and then walked back.

The students of Songshan Academy were divided into three batches, and Su Musha was not separated from him, besides, this person seemed to have some affection for Miss Yue Er, and after learning the news that Yue Mansion was burned by fire, he looked a little decadent.

In fact, not only him, but also several scholars who had affection for Yue Sheng were also difficult to accept for a while, trapped by love, and their minds were sluggish.

So their small gang can even be said to have dispersed, and they are busy with their own work.

For Wang Xu, his life at Songshan School has come to an end from today, and he is not ready to continue to take the Zhongyuan exam, so he has already submitted an application to the college to withdraw from the school, and he was quickly approved.

A month and a half has passed.

Wang Xu sat on a recliner and read a folk biography novel with relish in his hand.

Long ago, the government had already released the list, and although he was not at the top of the list, he was also among the top few, which can be regarded as a talented person who got his wish.

At this time, except for his small courtyard covered with water and stones, it was humid and hot everywhere, and ordinary people got up and walked a few steps, and they were covered in sweat like rain.

As early as half a month ago, Wang Xu went to find a big yellow tooth again, purchased a batch of water stones in large quantities, and in addition to laying another layer inside and outside his house, he also sent a batch to Ji Fu.

As for the matter of the Lingfu, it seems that he already has some eyebrows, Ji Zhongyue told him not to worry, and wait for the news with peace of mind.

However, after such a long period of cultivation, his right arm has finally fully recovered.

It's a pity that he went to Binyang's martial arts hall to take a look, and there was no horizontal practice of external skills to his liking, all of them were some three-legged cats' fist and foot kung fu, which made him completely uninterested.

The water stones on the ground are still exuding a refreshing cool air, which makes the snowhorse lying next to it feel very comfortable, and after this time, it seems that it is much larger again.

Wang Xu put down the Zhichuan in his hand, closed his eyes and sensed the cold mist knife power in his body, at this moment, in his body, except for the cold mist knife power cultivated by the cold mist knife technique, there was no other internal force.

The biting cold current flowed slowly in his body like a glacier in the snowfields of the Northland, and wisps of water gushed out from the hundreds of points in his limbs, and after countless collisions, the exchange rate was between his heart and lungs.

Then it disperses into a thin stream and flows back again.

Wang Xu's body became more and more suitable for the use of the Cold Mist Sword Technique in this refinement.

If someone touches his body at this time, they will find that the touch is the same as the sea of snow touching the Northland glacier.

"Whew-"

A white mist mixed with specks of ice crystals appeared in the middle of summer.

Wang Xu slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly a piercing cold sword intent did not disperse, flashing between his pupils.

He slowly stretched out his left hand, only to see that as he raised his hand, streams of cold mist knife power rushed out.

One percent, three percent, seven percent.

A cold roar rang out in the air, and at the same time, a cloud of ice mist enveloped his entire left arm and stretched forward a full meter, looking like a huge ice blade made entirely of ice.

And the blade of the ice blade was still rotating, like serrations densely covering it.

Suddenly.

Bang!

The entire blade exploded into a burst of ice mist, which gradually disappeared again.

Wang Xu withdrew his left hand and frowned, "Even after so much time, it still can't fully exert the power of the Cold Mist Knife Technique." ”