"How much?" When the man on the ground heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared directly at the young man in front of him.

The young man was stunned when he heard this, and stared at the sturdy man who couldn't get up on the ground with a suspicious expression, how did he feel that this guy was pretending?

"Plus two, two, twenty taels?" asked the young man with two fingers.

The man on the ground shook his head, and then continued to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

"Three, three, thirty?" the young man continued to probe.

The man on the ground was even more presumptuous at this time, and directly turned over and lay on the ground and said, "I can't get up less than fifty taels." ”

"Five, five, fifty taels? Why don't you grab it, it's enough for Young Master Ben to drink tea for a year." The young man who knocked was full of foam, and directly scolded the sturdy man in front of him. I don't know where the courage of the sturdy man in front of me came from, this is obviously the rhythm of touching porcelain. Although the young man's father is a household servant, and the family is quite wealthy, he also knows what money should be spent and what should not be spent.

I don't want to, Xiaohua is afraid that the world will not interject and come in: "This tea is a pot of one hundred taels, a black-hearted merchant." Naturally, Xiaohua was telling the truth, but she offended Wong Tai Sin and the young man at the same time.

Wu Zheng originally thought that Huang Daxian would be very unhappy, at least he should have glared at him. But Wu Zheng guessed wrong, the goods didn't know when he took out a roast chicken from the tea shed and was eating it happily. The so-called old and indecent may be talking about people like him.

When the young man heard this, he naturally didn't believe it, and it was Xiaohua who was lying to him.

"Give, give, add fifty taels to you. Finally, the young man seemed to have lost his patience and yelled at the stout man.

When the man heard that he was going to add money, he immediately straightened up, got up cleanly from the ground, picked up the young man and was about to run up the hill. At this moment, the young man had a feeling of being deceived, as if his IQ had been pressed on the ground and stepped on a few feet, which hurt a lot.

Xiaohua didn't delay any longer, and took Wu Zheng and Luochen to continue to march up the mountain. Further up, you can already see the appearance of the top of the mountain, not far away. In fact, the color of the whole mountain is not too much, the same monotony, the same tasteless. Especially for people like Wu Zhengsan, who are used to seeing the snow and have dealt with Bai Xue for more than a month, they have long been relieved.

Xiaohua doesn't seem to want to compete for the first place anymore, and he walks the rest of the way in a particularly chic way. It's not that hard to get the first place. The easiest way to do this is to fly up with the two of them. But all the while, Xiaohua didn't do that. Xiaohua walked slowly, and even Wu Zheng was able to easily overtake Xiaohua and run in front of him. But Wu Zheng is not used to this, he is not used to being in front of others. Somehow, if there is someone in front of him and he follows, Wu Zheng is very adaptable. But if Wu Zheng was arranged to the forefront, he would be a little dazed and at a loss.

The sturdy man carried the young man on his shoulders and kept walking in front of Wu Zhengsan. And the little flower is also to make the best use of it and follow behind. With these two people's routines, it's easy to tell where it's easier to climb. Even at this moment, Wu Zheng had to admire Xiaohua's many ghost ideas.

The end, almost ahead

Finish. Wu Zheng could even see the excitement on the face of the stumbling young man in the distance, and he couldn't wait to jump off the cliff directly and be happy. The young man seemed to be a little disgusted that the speed of the people under him was too slow, so he jumped directly from it, and ran towards the end of the line as if fleeing for his life.

At the finish line, there were a few young Hanlin chattering about many interesting things that they encountered on weekdays. There are those who like to brag, and they don't forget to show off to those who have passed the martial arts examination. And in the rear of these young Hanlin, it was already full of people. Of course, there are only some rich children in Beiliang City, and it is rare to see a few poor and sour people. If there is, then I'm afraid it's also some subordinates who are serving their own young master.

"Two hundred and forty-eight, Flower Blossom Branch. One of the Han Lin in charge of recording shouted loudly, and then handed Xiaohua a small wooden plaque with the number two hundred and forty-eight engraved on it.

"Two hundred and forty-nine, falling dust. When the flower passed the finish line, the man shouted again, followed by a small wooden sign of the same size and shape. And what is written on the dust is the number two hundred and forty-nine.

After a long time, Xiaohua frowned, why didn't she move? Strange, Wu Zheng was obviously following behind him just now, could it be that he fell to the bottom of the cliff? Wu Zheng looked back, but saw Wu Zheng standing in place intact. Anyway, Xiaohua was still a little disappointed in her heart, and her mouth was close to muttering: "Why didn't you fall?"

Wu Zheng approached the finish line and found a place without snow. What surprised Xiaohua was that he sat down directly. What are you going to do with this thing? Xiaohua finally felt a little nervous in her heart, and for the first time felt that she couldn't understand Wu Zheng.

"Hey, you can't get up. A young Hanlin asked in the direction of Wu Zheng.

"I'll wait a little longer. Wu Zheng shouted loudly, and then played with snow on the ground.

No, the thing grabbed a snowball, put a stone on it, and threw it in the direction of the flower. "Damn. Xiaohua, who hadn't reacted yet, her pupils dilated suddenly, and she directly blocked the snowball with one palm.

But Wu Zheng was covered with stones in the snow. When the snow touched Xiaohua's palm, it naturally dispersed. But the stone is a real pain. Wu Zheng, who was not far away, even heard Xiaohua's scream, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Xiaohua's temper, we all know, has never been an overnight feud. Revenge must be avenged, and it is often done on the spot. At that moment, Wu Zheng closed his eyes, touched in his heart and began to count.

One, two, three, four, five. Wait for Wu Zheng to count to the number five, and then suddenly open his eyes. Sure enough, Xiaohua was standing in front of her fiercely at this time, looking like she was going to eat you.

Wu Zheng had already guessed that this would be the case, and he was not in a hurry to run away. After all, you can't run away. Rather than struggle senselessly, it is better to wait for death. Wu Zheng felt that maybe he would always be on the verge of death in his life, and he would be beaten by Xiaohua for the rest of his life, so maybe he would just get used to it.

After a burst of fan whipping, Wu Zheng covered his face and was pulled by Xiaohua to get the small wooden plaque. He doesn't want to go, he doesn't want to take it. Because, it's hard to put into words. When Wu Zheng's small wooden card arrived, it was a number deep

A deep sting in his heart. I saw that the small wooden sign was neatly engraved with four big characters, two hundred and fifty.

Xiaohua was already so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, and she didn't want to let go of Wu Zheng's small wooden card in her hand, so she stroked it vigorously. No wonder Wu Zheng didn't want to get a small card, it turned out to be his ranking, which was very meaningful. Two hundred and fifty, I want to match Wu Zheng very much, and there is no one more suitable except him.

Wu Zheng didn't want to deal with Xiaohua, he knew that he would be ridiculed, he knew it. This kind of ridicule from Xiaohua is far worse than a violent beating, and it makes me feel uncomfortable. Wu Zheng glanced at Xiaohua angrily, and as soon as he reached out, he snatched the small wooden card in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket aggrievedly. In this matter, it is estimated that Xiaohua can spend herself for four or five years.

The martial arts test is almost over here. After that, there were a group of scholars, dragging their tired bodies and crawling like snails. Some people who are not in good shape are fighting against this whole mountain by virtue of the obsession in their hearts and the breath in their mouths.

This group of weak scholars, if they write articles, they are all first-class masters, and even when they are climbing the mountain, they can still throw out one or two sentences of the sage's remarks from their mouths from time to time to encourage themselves. But these scholars really don't know much about climbing the mountain.

Wu Zheng sat bored on a big stone with smoothed edges and corners, looking at the weak scholars who were constantly rubbing on the ground, and kept sighing. Of course, Wu Zheng didn't feel sorry for this group of people, but felt sorry for their clothes.

Although these scholars are all pale, the clothes on their bodies are unusually luxurious. Thinking that he could sit down and judge the character of these people, Wu Zheng couldn't help but feel that he seemed to be full of culture.

Those Hanlin were already a little impatient, obviously those scholars were close at hand, but their speed was so slow. Some people have to take three breaths when they climb a step, and even worse, they have to say a big truth. What "the price of the sky is a big responsibility, it is also a person" or "where there is a will, there is a way" and so on to encourage yourself. These readers are inevitably too fragile in their hearts.

Of course, the beliefs of this group of scholars are not something that anyone can insult casually. If Wu Zheng said a big rebellious sentence here, he absolutely believed that these scholars would beat themselves half to death and put them on the ground to ravage.

Xiaohua is not interested in these readers, and thinks that it is not interesting to watch them, so it is better to close your eyes and recuperate. These nerds, without cultivation, can't even climb the mountain. After a while, a few of the people who were about to reach the end of the book would fall down and never get up again. Xiaohua is already used to seeing it, and she sighs and doesn't want to comment on anything.

Xiaohua is also a reader, and he has the confidence to say that he has read more books than everyone else, including those Hanlin. But now Xiaohua's physique is much stronger than that group of scholars. At the very least, he won't get sick.

Finally, Hanlin couldn't see it at the finish line. Seeing that it was getting dark, there were still more than forty small wooden cards that had not been distributed. In the end, the Hanlin had to unanimously decide to lower the finish line. So this miraculous operation actually lowered the finish line directly to the halfway point of the mountain, barely enough for 500 people.