"Forget it, I can't stop you from entering the martial arts hall.

Ji Jiulang from Liaodong, right? Come here to register and tell me where you are in the yamen, where your ancestral home, and your parents’ names..."

Dian Li touched his beard twice, shook his head and sat back on the table.

In the city of Tianjing, there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons.

There are so many young and energetic people.

If you just rely on your passion and have no real ability, you will sooner or later hit a wall.

Putting down the sheep's hair pen, the Dian Li took out a wooden sign with the word "wu" engraved on the front, pointing to the road:

"Hold the token, walk to the outer courtyard and look for Teacher Wei.

Let him weigh your bones. Only after you pass this level can you be considered as entering the martial arts lecture hall and be qualified to take the martial arts exam.”

Ji Yuan bowed and thanked him.

Checking the third generation above and recording the files below is a necessary process for the public examination.

As he walked through the martial arts training ground, he glanced at the young men who were seventeen or eighteen years old.

Everyone has strong qi and blood, strong fists and feet, and external training is attained.

If you are placed in the Northern Town Fushi, you should be worthy of a young talent.

But in the martial arts lecture hall, it is only a barely qualified level.

"This should be the most recent batch that Dian Li said.

Compared to the noble class with more resources and wider access, only the children of military officers who have family martial arts are naturally one step away."

Ji Yuan thought to himself, I wonder how powerful the top-notch generals in Tianjing were?

Can you achieve success in the state of accepting Qi, or even open the Qi meridians?

He just wanted to earn a fame and honor as a martial artist, and could suppress the hundred households named Lin.

As for winning the championship in the big competition, winning the top spot in Tianjing in Thirty-six Floors?

It is unrealistic and ambitious.

As thoughts flashed, Ji Yuan came to the outer courtyard.

He saw seven or eight figures standing on an open space, all of whom were young men under twenty years old.

For ordinary people, they have passed the hurdle of thirty.

If you cannot refine it internally and cannot lock in your qi and blood, it will be difficult for you to enter the martial arts world again.

Therefore, there are age requirements for entering the martial arts lecture hall.

If you exceed twenty-five, you cannot be selected.

"Why are you from the Beizhen Fushi, why are you here to take the martial arts exam?"

"The unqualified and level-less Tiqi is not a hundred households or a thousand households, but how can he compare to the fame of a martial scholar..."

"Yes, but the competition in the Twelve Squares of the Outer City is getting more and more intense every year, and it's really hard to make a comeback."

“…”

Ji Yuan's cloud eagle robe was very eye-catching, and he attracted a lot of attention as soon as he entered the outer courtyard.

He didn't care about other people's speculation and gaze, and he looked calm and approached the past.

"One more, hand over the token, and weigh the bone phase in order."

The coach Wei was majestic, with a straight nose and square mouth and a beard.

He is nine feet tall, with big arms and round waist, and feels like he is burly and majestic.

Ji Yuan handed over the wooden sign, stood in the team, waiting for the assessment.

He was quite confident that the white fate [steel and iron bone] almost forced a blue light out of color.

With the blessing of [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Force], you will never be able to get a low-quality evaluation.

"I think you know that since three thousand years ago, the peak of the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts has been promoted by the ancestors again and again, and has become the method of fellow practitioners of all races in Xuanzhou!"

Teacher Wei's voice was like thunder and full of energy.

Scan the circle and everything was passed by his eyes.

I felt like I was hit by the lightning, and my hair was blown up all over my body.

Those generals with extraordinary backgrounds immediately restrained their frivolous expressions and became peaceful.

"This is a warning."

Ji Yuan knew it in his heart and continued to listen.

"The achievement of martial arts cares about encounters, minds, diligence...but these conditions cannot be simply judged.

Therefore, the martial arts lecture hall followed the method of bone-calling by the great master Yuan Tiangang 1,800 years ago, and chose talents."

Teacher Wei walked to the middle of the open space and saw five heavy copper pillars of different thicknesses standing in a row.

"What is bone-called method? Its full name should be 'bone-to-fortune telling'.

At that time, Yuan Tiangang, who was at the forefront of the world, believed that outside of people, it was the appearance of the skin; inside of people, it was the appearance of the bone.

You can see your complexion outside, measure good or bad luck, and you can make your talent inside, and see your talent.

The minimum standard for a martial arts lecture hall is the middle and lower martial arts bones.

If you can't even reach this level, even if you practice hard day and night, if you don't have any chance, you will never achieve success in your life and you will not be able to break through the two realms of enlightenment."

Teacher Wei pointed to the five copper pillars and explained.

"The so-called bone means to evaluate the strength, qi and blood, and accumulate it to obtain the difference between the advantages and disadvantages of muscles and bones."

Suddenly, someone asked curiously:

"Teacher, I already know the method of bone-knowing, but how can I solve the 'fortune-telling'?"

Teacher Wei did not scold him, but just shook his head and said:

"There are high and low martial arts bones, and their fates are naturally also of great importance.

Yuan Tiangang said that the lighter a person's life is, the thinner his fortune will be.

Two or two is a hard life, and when there are many difficulties, the body is cold and the bones are cold and lonely;

Six liang 2 means the fate of Qingyun, purple robes and gold belts are the prime ministers, and wealth and glory can be the same... It is said that the most serious fate is seven liang 2, born with a saint, with rare fate, and accumulated good deeds in ten generations.

Of course, these are all mysterious principles and cannot be counted.

Yuan Tiangang went in and studied it all his life, but in the end he couldn't figure out how to change a person's destiny, how to create a person's destiny, and how to achieve a person's destiny, it was just a waste of time."

Teacher Wei's words made Ji Yuan's eyes flash and he felt thoughtful.

He silently wrote down his second name in his heart, Yuan Tiangang.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Did you see these five copper pillars?

Qi and Qi and Blood are divided into five levels: dragon, elephant, tiger, cow, and horse.

As the old saying goes, five horses cannot separate their corpses, and those who are born with divine power!

Who can move two copper pillars to make you as angry as a horse and as strong as a cow, even if you pass the test."

Teacher Wei asked loudly with his head and his eyes wide open:

"Who will come first?"

"I! Zhao Tong!"

A black-faced boy in a brocade robe strided with his head held high and came out across the crowd.

He was full of confidence and jumped directly over the first copper pillar that was wide in his palm, and hugged the second one as thick as a disc with both hands.

"drink!"

The black-faced boy exerted force suddenly, and the muscles of his arms swelled in circles, and the large tendons collapsed and thick blood burst out.

I felt the heat hitting my face, which shocked everyone.

"This Zhao Tong is the second son of the No. 1 master in the Hu Ben Army and the captain Zhao Meng! He practiced the family tradition "The Monument Wrestler". He has achieved great success in external training and is indeed a little capable!"

Ji Yuan’s five senses were good, and he heard someone muttering.

He glanced at him in the outskirts of light. He was a handsome young man wearing silver silk on his forehead and rich clothes.

Dongdong! Dongdongdong--

Zhao Tong's blood surged, his face turned red, and his muscles bulged like earthworms, looking a little ferocious.

He hugged the heavy copper pillar that was cast in solid form, walked five steps in the open space, and made deep footprints.

In the end, he was weak and relaxed his hands, letting them go down, and gasping for breath.

"It's as strong as a cow, and its energy is... it's a little shorter, so you can use snacks in the future."
To be continued...