After many battles with masters from various major families, Song Linjie continued to learn from each other's strengths and offset his own weaknesses. After repeated training, he finally understood the first key to the profound sword technique.
The Heavenly Forging Sword suddenly accelerated and rushed down. The leisurely Wu Zhixin gave a warning, and the luck in his body gradually increased. He pulled away from the table with all his strength, flew backwards, and barely escaped serious injury.
The knife struck the square table violently and exploded into pieces. Junyan, who was standing aside, couldn't help but take a few steps back. Wu Zhi, who was lifted up, landed on a table again. He raised his hand and patted his heart. His heartbeat suddenly dropped from just now. Speeding up, he was really surprised by Song Linjie's temporary understanding, but fortunately his Qinggong was better.
Song Linjie straightened his clothes, moved his eyes upwards and looked at Wu Zhi with a dazed look on his face. He obviously didn't expect that he could escape. The former asked: "What kind of light skill are you doing? Why are you so fast?"
Wu Zhi didn't answer, but raised his finger at him. Song Linjie suddenly became furious, jumped up high and slashed at him again.
Zhang Ling, who was sitting firmly next to the building, looked at the woman in red. The woman did not look at him, and was focused on tying a red belt. The woman in red said: "My Mingtang's unique light skill has disappeared without a trace. It is characterized by speed and concealment. With that kid’s current skills, it’s impossible to catch up, but you can give it a try.”
The speed of Song Linjie's sword swing has been significantly improved compared to before, but for Wu Zhi, who is very good at qinggong, it is still like fishing under water. No matter how fast he strikes, he can be easily dodged by this swimming fish.
Just when the two of them stepped on the table at the same time to exchange moves, Song Linjie's sword missed, and he hit back with another Yan Hui. The Heavenly Forging Saber was close to his arm, and he took it back and stabbed Wu Zhi without hesitation. Wu Zhi opened his arms and body. He fell backward, but his legs were glued to the table, and his body was almost the same as the table. Seeing that the two swords were in vain, Song Linjie took the scabbard of his left hand and slashed from the waist, Wu Zhidan Putting his feet on the table, he stood up suddenly and kicked Song Linjie in the abdomen. The two of them got off the table at the same time. The wooden table shook violently and then calmed down. The two took a few steps back and then sank their inner strength to stand still.
Song Linjie, who still refused to give up, was about to run out with a hand in front of him. Zhang Ling put Song Linjie back. Song Linjie suddenly saw something wrong. Zhang Ling was already three feet away, and a palm floated in front of Wu Zhi. Wu Zhi raised his hand. He responded with a palm, but when his palm failed, he realized that the opponent had already punched him from the right side. Wu Zhichen, who had regained consciousness, blocked it with his hand. A surge of internal energy spread from his hand to his whole body, and then dissipated in his body, and his body moved towards He flew backwards and tried his best to stabilize his body, but he didn't stop until his palms were supporting a table.
Everyone was horrified to see this peer of his age who suddenly struck out with one punch and deflated the turbaned man. Starting from Song Linjie's attack just now, the children of the aristocratic family basically retreated to both sides, leaving a space for the contestants to show off their talents. Of course, in order not to be accidentally injured, and also to save face, no one wants to have several people attack at the same time, and winning will not be a glory.
Zhang Ling didn't wait for him to stabilize his body, and his figure stayed on the spot for a moment. The man had already shot out. He took off his dagger and circled it in the air. After Zhang Ling finished his punch but missed, he instantly grabbed the dropped scabbard and pointed at it. Wu Zhi cut his head. The latter was holding the table and wanted to jump up high. Zhang Ling stretched out his right hand to grab his ankle and threw him backwards. Before landing, Wu Zhi clicked on the wooden chair and was just steady on it, but he saw Zhang Ling, who was still ten steps away, approached him in an instant, kicked him out of the air, and threw him firmly to the ground.
The miserable Wu Zhi put his hands on the ground, but before he could exert any force, a scabbard was placed on his neck.
The defeated Wu Zhi put his palms up and shouted: "I surrender."
Seeing that the hooded man was defeated, some people praised loudly that they had finally caught the thief, while some were depressed. They wanted to show off their skills today, but in the end, others took the opportunity and they felt uncomfortable.
Zhang Ling raised his eyes and looked at Ming Yue, who was sitting beside him, with a look. Looking around, there were already people who couldn't wait to uncover the little thief's face. However, Zhang Ling put away the scabbard and Wu Zhi, who was lying on the ground, untied his restraints. , bounced directly from the ground, stepped on the shoulders of several people and jumped up to the attic.
He looked at Zhang Ling and said with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Zhang. Let's compete in Qinggong another day."
Wu Zhi turned around and walked into the room behind him and climbed out of the window. Everyone saw Zhang Ling letting the man go. A young man in a white robe walked out and asked, "Brother, what do you mean? That little thief has been there many times." He broke into Mingyuefang and stole some small property, but his behavior has damaged the reputation of the girl from Mingyuefang and is really not worthy of sympathy."
Zhang Ling pretended to smile and said: "Oh! He is actually a flower picker. I didn't know it before. What my dear friend said is true. I will catch him now."
Zhang Ling pushed aside the crowd and rushed out of Mingyue Tower in three or two steps using Qinggong. All the young men looked at his retreating figures. Some knew that he was just pretending to be stupid, but he ran away before he could speak, and some of them didn't turn their heads. Those who have turned around are still admiring his passion for justice.
After a while, the excitement disappeared. Except for a few who came for the girl from Mingyue Tower, the rest all walked away. Mingyue stood up and said, "Today's business is over. Please go back."
As soon as Mingyue said this, no one dared to linger and comment. Even their elders had to pat their butts and leave when they came. They, a group of nameless and unofficial young people, could only swallow their anger.
Seeing everyone leaving, Ren Pingsheng and Song Linjie, who had been silent, also walked out. Mingyue stopped them: "It was a fight, let's talk about the losses."
Ren Pingsheng said calmly: "What I did and what I recognized, Xiaosheng never touched it from beginning to end, and I am a commoner, so where can I get the gold and silver to compensate for it."
Ren Pingsheng continued to walk out, and Mingyue did not stop him. She looked at Song Linjie with her charming eyes. Song Linjie scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile: "I didn't bring any money, but I helped Zhang Ling win from the Ye family before. Ten thousand taels, Miss Mingyue tells you the number, and I will definitely deliver it afterward."
Mingyue walked up to him, looked at the door, and said, "I'll get it with you."
Song Linjie didn't respond, but he still nodded. After Mingyue greeted the girls in the building, she saw them looking for someone to repair it, and then followed Song Linjie onto the long street.
Ren Pingsheng thought that Zhang Ling had run away on his own, so he planned to go back to the shabby room first. Halfway through, he realized that Zhang Ling was sitting in front of the carriage leaning to the side. Looking behind him, he saw Zhou Ji Pastry Shop. Zhang Ling happened to be holding a bag in his hand. A bag of mung bean cakes. After the latter ate two pieces himself, when the scholar came, he handed them all to him, pointed to the back, and said with a smile: "Get in the car."
The scholar took a piece and put it in his mouth. The whole piece was a bit dry, but he didn't care. When he got in the car, Zhang Ling asked: "Should I send you home or go to Luoxia Cave?"
The scholar swallowed the cake and said, "Go to Yu Mansion."
Zhang Ling flicked his whip and drove the carriage to Yu Mansion. On the way, Zhang Ling asked again: "Why are you going to Yu Mansion?"
The scholar in the carriage lifted the curtain and explained: "The literary test is not like your martial arts test. You can go directly. Scholars like us who want to participate in the imperial examination need someone to recommend them. Besides I know Lu Qingci, there is no one else." Okay, aren't you just in the Yu Mansion? Help me find Yu Chang and report it."
Zhang Ling asked again: "Why don't you ask Lu Qingci? Although he is not an official, there must be someone he knows in the court, and he should be able to recommend it to you."
The scholar took a small bite of the mung bean cake. He felt more comfortable this time, but he still couldn't help but beat his chest. Zhang Ling still asked with concern: "Do you want to go down and buy a bowl of sour plum soup first?"
The scholar shook his head: "No, Lu Qingci is very smart. Even if he always helps us poor children, if he can't go to high school, he will naturally be kicked out of Luoxia Cave. If you ask him for help, what will happen next?" It’s hard to tell the truth, but Captain Yu is an upright person. Even if I become an official in the future, even if someone like him is kind to others, he will not make excessive demands."
