The value of Biyue stone is 3,000 taels of gold, but it can be pawned for 1,500 taels, and it is necessary to deduct another month's interest of 45 taels, and the current period is six months.

Holding the pawn ticket and the golden ticket, Lin Heng couldn't help but feel empty in his heart.

Biyue stone is the only object left to him by his mother, he will always take it out on weekdays to see, how much will he not be at ease if he stays in the pawnshop, and looks back at the plaque of the pawnshop - ten thousand families are together, and secretly thought, six months, the stone must be redeemed, and if it is really not enough money, it will be robbed back!

He also knew that this pawnshop was opened by the aristocratic Wanjia, the hereditary earl of the Wanjia, and there were more than a dozen children of the Wanjia family in the Wufu, and Wan Lingyu of the same session was the most famous.

Hard grabbing the blue moon stone is too unreliable.

Put the pawn ticket properly, go to the pharmacy with a backpack, and when you return to the 27th class Xiwutang, you have used up 315 taels of gold.

The fourfold of metamorphosis is to refine the blood and quench the marrow, and the pill used is the blood marrow pill, which is used to nourish the blood marrow, and there is also a blood marrow medicinal bath.

The effect of the pill is far inferior to that of the medicinal bath, the difference is about five times.

The cost of a medicinal bath is twenty times that of the same pill, more than one hundred taels of gold.

Because the body has a quota for the absorption of medicinal power, taking the pill normally, the medicinal bath once every three to five days is just right, and once a day is useless, and it is purely a loser if it cannot be absorbed.

After losing the supply of cultivation resources, Lin Heng had never done a medicinal bath, and now he used the Biyue Stone to pawn some money, less than 1,500 taels, and he was reluctant to use it indiscriminately, so he only bought the amount three times first, in order to give full play to the medicinal power as much as possible, he had to exhaust the strength of his body first.

When I came early in the morning, there was no one in the Xiwu Hall, and there were already more than 20 students in this meeting, most of whom were boarding students, who were cultivating.

When everyone saw Lin Heng coming in, they took a look and ignored it.

"Mo Long ......" swept everyone's faces, Lin Heng was secretly vigilant in his heart, and walked to the corner by himself.

There is no shortage of children of wealthy nobles in the martial arts, and there will naturally be children who are happy to deceive others, but in the past three years, Lin Heng has not had any conflicts with others, and he has nothing to do, he knows that he is weak, and he must learn to avoid evil, and it is not difficult to see a person's attitude towards himself from his eyes and looks.

He discovers that the cadet Moron is hostile to him.

After putting away the backpack and taking the long stick, Lin Heng stood between the three alchemist piles and began to practice the basic stick technique.

Puffy puffy!

Strive to hit every blow with all your might, and strive to play as fast as possible.

In the move conversion room, we strive to use every bit of force to make it the easiest and most effective.

I have been practicing the basic stick technique for six years, and the long stick is as flexible as an arm in my hand.

Experience, find deficiencies, seek corrections, and then find deficiencies, and then correct.

Between the practice and the moves, there is only mutual help and no lag, which is to enter the integration and is no longer limited to the basic stick moves.

After practicing so vigorously for half an hour, the clothes were soaked through sweat, and the muscles of the whole body were tired and trembling.

Lin Heng did not rest, picked up the bow and arrow, and continued to practice basic archery.

Practicing arrows is different from practicing sticks, which can comprehensively squeeze the body and squeeze out the last trace of strength.

Woohoo!

Whether it is a moving target or a fixed target, the arrow hits,

Strive to be in various postures and states of the body, with eyes and hands, and hit the bull's-eye.

When the practice reaches the moment the eye arrives, the arrow has been hit, that is, the integration of archery has been achieved, and archery is not limited to what the eye sees

For another half hour, Lin Heng was lying on the ground, his clothes completely soaked.

After a while, he drank a lot of water, and then continued to practice sticks.

Puffy puffy!

When he practiced the stick, more than 20 other students stopped to rest, these people's cultivation is at the peak of the quadruple, most of the students in the intermediate class are like this, even some of the disciples who do not learn and have no skills, but also rely on the pill to pile up the cultivation, however, there is a bottleneck between the quadruple and the five, it is not a matter of hard practice, you need to find the lack of the foundation, and make up for it, and then take advantage of the opportunity to quench the vitality from the body.

More than 20 people sat around each other, learning from each other's experiences or chatting about other things.

Naturally, they would not discuss these things with Lin Heng.

Fluffy puffy.

Lin Heng cultivated by himself.

"Eh" The annoyed voice was particularly loud, a tall, upright and slightly fierce young man sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at Lin Heng and said dissatisfiedly, "Can you stop a little, it's annoying, disturbing so many people, you really have to go"

The others also looked over, but didn't speak, after all, this is the Xiwu Hall, not the dormitory, and there should be a sound.

Lin Heng slowed down his movements, his brows furrowed, "Mo Long, is there a rule that says that you are not allowed to practice sticks at this time" thought to himself, Mo Long obviously intended to find trouble, I am afraid that there is Jin Shaoyang's reason, your mother, if you really think that the young master is a soft persimmon, you can pinch it as much as you want.

Standing up, Mo Long's face was not good, and he said in a deep voice, "Indeed, there is no such thing, but the martial arts exam is about to start, everyone wants to break through, you are tinkling there and making people upset, do you think it should be, you alone affect so many people, you are so right, a mouse poop spoils a pot of soup!"

When he said this, the others couldn't help but nod.

Mo Long is very famous in the intermediate class, from an ordinary background, is a foreigner, but he is born with great strength, righteousness, bravery, a bloody backbone, two years ago, there was a disciple in the class who bullied others, Mo Long was not used to his faults, and he was beaten directly, and later, the gentleman wanted to seek revenge, and the instructor came forward to mediate to suppress the matter.

In addition, he practiced very weekdays, and was deeply appreciated by Instructor Jin, and the two had a good personal relationship, and they were commensurate with each other.

and made the most beautiful female student in the class as his girlfriend.

Mo Long is very hopeful of being promoted to the advanced class, but he is also stuck at the peak of the quadruple.

Next to him, there was a female student in a snow-white dress, tall and beautiful, named Wang Danting, born in a noble family, it was Mo Long's girlfriend, frowning at Lin Heng, and said in disgust, "Lin Heng, you can't even pass the first level, do you want others to be the same as you, hurry up, don't be an eyesore here"

Lin Heng was really stunned, what Mo Long said really sounded like that at first glance, but when he thought about it, it was definitely a crime to add to it.

hugged his shoulders, sneered, and said, "You two are too bullying, first of all, you need to communicate and experience, you can go to the woods in the mansion, and talk while walking, it is quiet there, let the mind relax, it is easier to figure things out, maybe the inspiration will break through, second, this is the cultivation of the martial arts hall, it has always been like this, should I stop and wait when you think about things? Mo Long, you don't put yourself in the shoes of others, you have to let others think about you, speak in a high-sounding manner, force me to do things, and make me a mess!" Speaking of which, give a thumbs up, "That's awesome!"

", don't give your face, it's not rare to hit you, give you both a choice, either stop or get out" Mo Long said angrily like a lion.

The fists were clenched and rattled, and it was obvious that they were going to do it at any time.

"Okay, I'll get out" Lin Heng shrugged, picked up his backpack and left.

"The whole waste!" Wang Danting said sarcastically.

Everyone else also chuckled, in their opinion, it was strange that Lin Heng dared to make a move, Mo Long could knock him down with three punches and two kicks.

In the evening, there was an alley away from Aoyun Wufu, and Lin Heng, who was wearing a tight-fitting black samurai uniform, was holding an iron real wooden long stick, leaning against the wall and waiting silently.

After a while, he saw Mo Long, who had just sent Wang Danting away, passing in front of the alley, and was striding back to Wufu, he almost forgot about the quarrel that happened during the day, and he was just a for him to blow away a waste person who had no ability and no guts, and he was just thinking about going to Instructor Jin to ask questions again, when he suddenly felt that there was a strong wind behind him, his face changed wildly, and before he could dodge, he was hit the back, and his whole body was thrown forward.

Disheveled!

Another stick, Mo Long's body that threw himself on the ground had to stand up again.

It was Lin Heng who made the shot.

Even if Mo Long is a quadruple pinnacle, and he is more than the power of a tiger, he is really not afraid, but he can't deal with Mo Long and Wang Danting, or even more, the so-called crowd is golden, and he was beaten up by a group of people, and there is nowhere to reason, besides, Wang Danting was born in a noble family, and the family is powerful, so it is too unwise to make a direct revenge, who didn't say it, if there is a feud, it has to be ended openly.

It's stuck here.

If you succeed in one blow, how can you still resist by Mo Long.

The long stick was whipped three times, and he was forced into the alley, Mo Long also saw the person in front of him clearly, his face was angry, and he was about to curse, but the long stick pulled back the words that came to his mouth.

"Bully master!"

Lin Heng's heart was full of ruthlessness, and the whipping of the long stick was continuous.

And don't let Mo Long fall, it's the same as driving a human pile.

Mo Long staggered under his feet, he was also a ruthless character, and shouted angrily, "You are looking for death!" and protected his head with his arms, and he was about to grab the long stick.

But Lin Heng's real sword and real gun have experienced a hundred battles, and once he attacks, it will be like raindrops.

Although Mo Long is strong, he cultivates in the martial arts hall all day long, and he uses an ironwood knife to point to the end, and he has too little actual combat experience to stop the long stick, not to mention that it is caught, it is completely tortured, from top to bottom, he is greeted by the long stick.

Lin Heng didn't exert all his strength, otherwise a blow would have made him vomit blood and fall to the ground.

Save your strength to fight so that you can hit a few more sticks.

Fluffy puffy.

The long stick is swift and fast, and the chopping and sweeping points are constantly blowing.

At the beginning, Mo Long could still struggle, and in the end, he could only use his hands to protect his head.

beat more than 100 sticks, from the mouth of the alley to the bottom of the alley, Lin Heng was a little tired of beating, and the long stick was pumped hard, knocking Mo Long to the ground.

"Aren't you awesome, get up!" Lin Heng stood with a stick in his hand, his tone sarcastic.

Mo Long, whose legs had been beaten by dozens of sticks, lay on the ground, raised his head with anger in his eyes, "the waste who only dares to sneak attack" scolded angrily, and was about to rush again.

Disheveled!

Before he could get up, he was whipped by a long stick and fell to the ground.

"Didn't you tell me to get out, I'm going to get here, come, stand up!"

"Waste, just like you, I can kill you with one punch!"

Fluffy!

"Don't give the face! Rat's poop yes! Two choices!"

Puffy puffy!

"You kill me, if you don't kill me, I'll kill you sooner or later!"

was threatened again, the ruthlessness in Lin Heng's heart was aroused again, and he reached out and grabbed Mo Long's collar and picked him up.