Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Third Bell

This year's Dige literary examination is still held in Wenxuan Palace, early in the morning, before the stone pillar of Wenxuan Palace, it is already a piece of black pressing, the team is lined up in front of the Dige Square, but look carefully, in the first day of the ladder fourteen to seventeen-year-old disciples are the majority, don't think about it, it is the candidates who are ready to participate in this literary examination. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

It can be imagined that if the disciples of the Dige Pavilion participated in the Wenxuan Examination at the same time and everyone came to the outside of the Wenxuan Palace, how chaotic the scene would be, it can be seen that the so-called ladder system also has such an advantage in it.

Guo Yu, who had only gotten rid of the punishment of confinement a few days ago, stood indifferently at the front of the disciples of the Pavilion, and the position of the Xuanmai disciples was at the forefront of everyone, followed by the disciples of the Yellow Pulse, and the same, they were all chattering and noisy pictures.

The three pavilions will win the top three.

Of course, the top disciples of each branch are favored.

For example, Guo Yu, the deacon of the side hall, Lin Su, the second person in the Xuan Mai, and Zuo Yi of the Huang Mai, are definitely powerful candidates to challenge the top three of the three pavilions, and naturally, their prestige is quite outstanding among the disciples of the underground pavilion.

It's just that people are more concerned about who can make it to the top list.

Just like the history of human cultivation, the three pavilions are also divided into big years and years, this year is obviously a big year, the competition is unprecedentedly fierce, it is said that the two pavilions of heaven and man have focused on cultivating several disciples of the first vein in this year, that is, the disciples under the vein of the great elders of each pavilion, including the earth pavilion, there will also be a strong general this year, that is, Xuefu under the vein of the great elder.

Then it can be expected that today's Sange Martial Arts Meeting is very exciting.

Will the crown still fall on the head of the Heavenly Pavilion as in previous years?

Judging from the prospects, the disciples of the Earth Pavilion naturally hope that the honor of the first place on the list can fall on the head of the Earth Pavilion, but in terms of cultivation talent, there is no disciple in the Earth Pavilion who can take the lead alone, even if Xue Fu is one, but the other two Pavilions have also sent disciples under their Great Elder's vein this year, not to mention the Heavenly Pavilion with countless elixirs to assist.

So presumably, this year's top list will probably miss out on the pavilion again, and they can only hope that there will be more people in the top ten than last year.

However, when it comes to outstanding, the name that has been spread in the past six months has been deliberately forgotten by people, and even when talking about the pavilion literary examination, people rarely mention the name of the cinnabar hall.

As if to prove that people's attitude is correct, in the list of odds issued by the Digewen Gambling Game, the name is always ranked last, and the odds are incredible.

It's just that I don't know why, last night, the odds list for the first place in the literary test fluctuated violently, and the odds of that name continued to decline, and finally ranked fourth, next to Lin Su, Zuo Yi and Guo Yu.

No one knew what was going on, and neither did Su Yang, because it happened after he had placed his bet.

Su Yang entered.

Countless pairs of eyes fell on him.

As if he didn't notice it, he casually stood at the back of the other two veins, just like the sand sun.

With its back to the square and facing the rising sun, it is extremely conspicuous.

Whether it is Guo Yu at the top of the queue or Lin Su under the ancient huai, he can be seen very conveniently.

It's very convenient.

There was an eerie silence in the room, and everyone looked at Su Yang.

A moment later, there was a louder discussion than before.

"I heard that the odds of last night's literary test have changed greatly, and Su Yang has climbed to fourth!"

"Su Yang's chess and piano skills may indeed be outstanding, but there is no reason why his poetry will be so powerful?"

"This news is certainly not groundless, if someone can bet on him so much, then he must also have two brushes in poetry, but I think that's all."

"He can't surpass Lin Su no matter what, after all, in last year's Dige Literary Examination, the fact that the second place was one hundred votes behind Lin Su is there!"

"But don't forget, Su Yang once used a spell of the inferior grade to defeat the spell of the third grade of others! It shows that Su Yang's poetry attainments are not bad! ”

"I need to correct it, Su Yang's victory over the three-grade talisman that time was not a one-grade talisman, but two! Saying this does not mean that I look down on Su Yang, but on the facts, this is the case! ”

"As long as you know, Su Yang has no problem entering the martial arts test in the Pavilion, and I'm even more curious about how many places he can go to in the martial arts test."

"Forty, no more."

Everyone was talking, Guo Yu looked at Su Yang's coldness, Lin Su looked at Su Yang's indifference, but he didn't make any excessive moves, and even had a slight expectation for Su Yang, hoping that he could advance to the pavilion martial arts test.

As long as he can advance to the Pavilion Martial Arts Test, in the first round, Guo Yu will arrange for him to meet with him, because he can't wait!

At this time, there was a faint commotion in the crowd, many people stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance, Su Yang and Liu Xiaohu also turned around, only to see a slim girl, walking slowly along the straight divine path, under the gaze of countless people, the girl passed through the crowd to the field, and stood straight on the position of the cinnabar hall.

Xue Fu smiled at Su Yang and saluted: "Brother Su Yang." ”

The crowd was in an uproar, and the disciples who were about to participate in this batch of literary exams were even more commotion, especially some people who had only recently joined the Pavilion, they had only heard the rumor, and only then did they know that the rumor was actually true, Senior Sister Xuefu actually called the young man called Su Yang as her brother!

Lin Su remembered the deflated food he had eaten on Su Yang, and his expression became more and more indifferent.

Shu Ye looked ahead, as if he didn't notice it, but his sleeves were trembling slightly.

"How does it feel to be free from the punishment of confinement." Su Yang smiled and teased.

"As long as you can see Brother Su Yang, it's the same everywhere." Xue Fu's face flushed, and she lowered her head shyly.

When the two were talking, they didn't deliberately lower their voices, and Xue Fu's childish voice floated in front of Wenxuan Palace and reached everyone's ears.

There was another uproar!

Shu Ye couldn't hold back any longer and turned to look.

Looking at the intimacy of the two, has their relationship been so good?

Once upon a time, Xuefu, who was still serious and indifferent, actually had such a shy side.

This is everyone's question, but no one can answer it, they can only look at Su Yang with a complicated expression, with a touch of envy and a touch of jealousy, but the latter was quickly suppressed, because they knew that Su Yang's existence was a question in itself.

Time continued to pass, and with a crisp bell ringing from the depths of the Wenxuan Palace, the Pavilion Cultural Examination officially began.

Hundreds of young men and women stood in front of the Wenxuan Palace, ready to go.

The second bell rings, and the candidates enter.

The Wenxuan Palace was huge, dozens of doors opened at the same time, and under the gaze of several elders like falcons, hundreds of disciples rushed in.

The mute array was opened, and the wind shelter corridor of Wenxuan Palace hung down, and only Qingguang could enter the hall, and the wind and rain and noisy noise could not.

The deacons of the temples began to divide into volumes.

The sound of rattling paper sounded, converging in one place, as if a heavy rain was falling.

When the rain died down, the third bell rang.