Leave Youzhou, then enter the border of Yunzhou, and walk to the foot of Qingfeng Gang where the three provinces meet.
The journey was already halfway through, and seven days had passed for Bai Song and his party.
In the post house under Qingfeng Gang, Bai Song decided to rest for two days. After passing Qingfeng Gang, he would soon reach the border of Yongzhou, which would mean he was at the feet of the emperor.
There are many post houses here, and you can already feel the prosperity of the capital. There are many more businessmen coming and going, and everyone is in a hurry, and few people stay here.
Bai Song also wanted to be quiet and chose a medical hospital with few family members to stay.
Still follow the old rules, eat a full meal first before talking about anything else.
This posthouse is not small, with three floors and more than a dozen rooms. The waiter is very enthusiastic and serves the dishes according to Bai Song's instructions, but the price is not cheap.
There were not many people in the hall, only four or five tables here and there, all with faces from out of town. One table was young businessmen, and the rest were literati dressed as scholars.
I heard from the waiter that these scholars, like the Bai Song Dynasty, came to the capital from various places to study. There are also two candidates who were admitted to the scholar examination this year. They are also rushing to seek guidance from famous teachers in the capital before next spring, hoping to pass the examination. Test, enter the palace test.
Bai Song didn't think much about it, he drank wine and ate meat to replenish his physical strength.
But in reality, replenishing physical strength has become a bit redundant.
Since Master Xuanpu taught the exercises, Bai Song has never felt hungry or sleepy. He feels energetic every day and sleeps very comfortably. He falls asleep and has a sound sleep all night long.
The whole figure seems to be living in an ideal state of health.
The so-called eating means just being greedy.
There is also the energy to replenish the space.
This space has unprecedented energy, but Bai Song didn't think about what he needed now, so he put his greatest treasure aside.
Compared to space, Bai Song is now more interested in his own internal power.
If nothing happens along the way, I will try to throw a few punches to see how to use my potential.
I don't know if this internal energy does not belong to him. No matter how Bai Song punches, the internal energy is like a pool of stagnant water, condensed in Bai Song's Dantian, motionless.
Bai Song struggled with this matter for a long time, not knowing what to do.
While he was eating, Bai Song noticed that Bai Feng would look at him from time to time recently, with a strange look in his eyes.
At this moment, the white bee suddenly cast another look. Bai Song seized the opportunity and asked: "Why have you been peeking at me recently?"
"Who...who looked at you."
White Bee doesn't want to admit it yet.
Bai Song touched his handsome face and said coquettishly: "Are you secretly attracted to me? I am not interested in underage girls."
"Bah!" Bai Feng spat, frowned, looked at Bai Song seriously, and suddenly became very hesitant, "I think you have become a little different since you came out of Jixian County."
"It's different? How can you tell?"
"Why do I feel like you have secretly learned Kung Fu? Your daily breathing methods are different from ordinary people's, which makes me a little confused..."
Bai Song was overjoyed when he heard this, and thought to himself, doesn't this prove that Master Xuanpu's teachings are effective?
Bai Song wanted to keep this matter a little more secret, so he turned to ask: "How on earth are you going to use the internal power you have cultivated?"
"How to use it?"
Bai Feng seemed to have never heard such a question, and asked instead: "Internal strength has been a part of the human body since cultivation. For example, speaking to open the eyes, is there anyone who still asks how to speak and how to open the eyes?"
After that, he moved his finger and pressed hard on the table. A plume of white smoke instantly appeared on the wooden table. Then he moved his finger away and was surprised to find that there was a clear fingerprint on the wooden pile.
Bai Song frowned, feeling that he couldn't consult his seniors on this matter and could only figure it out on his own.
After thinking about it, Bai Song imitated Bai Feng's movements and pressed a finger on the table. He closed his eyes and tried to exert force gradually.
Seeing this action, Bai Feng couldn't help but laugh: "Haha... I think you learned Kung Fu secretly, do you really think you know Kung Fu? Practicing Kung Fu and martial arts is not as simple as learning literature and writing books. It doesn't happen overnight, but …”
Halfway through his words, Bai Feng felt something was wrong and touched his hair with a stiff expression.
I don't know when some sawdust fell from the roof of the post house.
This change was not experienced by just White Bee. Similar situations happened to people at several tables in the hall.
Someone was shouting next to him: "Hey! How did you open a shop? Why are there sawdust in the food?"
"Master, our store is very clean..."
"No, no...it's falling from the top of my head!"
"Why...why is this house shaking? Isn't it an earthquake?"
In an instant, the airflow in the entire posthouse changed. The whole building was shaking slightly, and the wood chips and dust on the top kept falling down. The situation was like an earthquake.
Bai Feng glanced around, and his eyes suddenly fell on Bai Song.
In the whole post house, only Bai Song still had his eyes closed, silent in his own world, pressing a finger on the table, as if he was unaware of everything around him.
Sangsang couldn't sit still anymore and shouted: "Brother Bai, let's get out quickly, this place seems to be collapsing."
Bai Song suddenly opened his eyes when he heard Sang Sang's voice.
Strangely enough, the moment Bai Song opened his eyes, the shaking suddenly stopped.
Bai Song was at a loss, looked at Sangsang, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sangsang also noticed that everything had returned to normal. He looked around and his tone became less certain: "Just now... there seemed to be an earthquake just now..."
"Earthquake? Why don't I feel anything?"
Bai Song looked at the table. There was no change at all where his fingers pressed, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
But when White Bee on the opposite side saw the previous scene, he was completely stunned.
Although there was nothing unusual about Bai Song's performance, the reality was right in front of him and it couldn't be a complete coincidence.
When Bai Song closed his eyes just now, he entered a strange mood. It was precisely because of his changes that the entire medical center changed.
Could it be that my feeling was right, that this person had learned Kung Fu without knowing it? But how is this possible? To create the situation just now, it would take at least fifty years to cultivate the internal strength. Even a genius cannot reach this state in an instant?
Bai Feng was still in a daze, and Bai Song asked inexplicably, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so weird?"
"No...nothing..."
White Bee stopped herself from thinking about those impossible things, sat down and pretended to be calm and continued eating.
The entire medical post gradually returned to normal, and nothing unusual happened again.
At this time, the horse-feeding boy came in from outside, came to the counter, stared at Bai Song's table, and whispered beside the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, this is a fat sheep. The black horse outside is extraordinary and worth no less than a thousand dollars." Two, these men and two women are also well-dressed, and I think they brought a lot of money with them."
