Jiang Yunqi didn't say a word, but his expression seemed to acquiesce.

Shen Junyuan snorted lightly in his nose and said in a deep voice: "On the way of cultivation, everyone fights for the first line of heaven, but you want to rely on others. But who in this world is reliable but yourself? ”

After Shen Junyuan said this, he waved his robe and strode away.

Jiang Yunqi quickly stood up and walked a few steps, wanting to catch up with Shen Junyuan, but he didn't expect that as soon as he left the house, even Shen Junyuan's shadow was gone.

Fortunately, the harmony array was laid out earlier, and Jiang Yunqi condensed his luck and transmitted the sound to Shen Junyuan.

However, Shen Junyuan did not answer.

Jiang Yunqi frowned slightly, Shen Junyuan is really angry?

Thinking about it like this, he felt mixed feelings again.

The closer you are, the more angry you will be. If it's a nodding friend, then let him fend for himself, why bother to wake up.

A wisp of breeze blew the shadows of the trees swaying, as if it was deliberately disturbing Jiang Yunqi's heart lake.

Jiang Yunqi sighed slightly.

What he is most afraid of is not that Shen Junyuan is talented, gloomy and vicious.

It's that Shen Junyuan will really believe in him one day, help him, and be good to him.

Because if that's the case, his targeting of Shen Junyuan, including wanting to kill him, will become very ridiculous.

His eyes fell on the plot containing Shen Junyuan's memories again.

This time he chose to open it without hesitation.

The plot of the system works very well, 3D special effects, and even a mental interpretation from the perspective of God.

The north wind is fierce, and the mountains are covered with heavy snow.

Jiang Yunqi watched Shen Junyuan swing his knife and slash at the white tiger, his eyes were firm but struggling.

He looked at Shen Junyuan covered in blood and scars, and reached out to grab the corner of his mother's clothes. However, the light in his eyes was completely extinguished when he saw his mother's frightened evasion.

……

End of plot.

Jiang Yunqi covered his eyes with one hand.

He didn't want to watch this plot very much, because he was afraid of seeing Shen Junyuan like this.

He would rather always think of Shen Junyuan as a bloodthirsty and vicious demon, so it is natural for him to kill him in accordance with the way of heaven.

But what the hell is this!

Jiang Yunqi now misses the night Shen Junyuan fell into the devil, at least at that moment, the instinct of survival made him really have murderous intent. However, now Shen Junyuan, I don't know if it is because Tianhuo has not returned, and the demonic nature on his body has almost never been revealed.

Jiang Yunqi closed the system.

In the past, his least favorite thing to read was systematic texts.

A look at the system text is:

System: You have to do xxx

Protagonist: Why should I go to xxx...... Well, there's a bonus?

(xxxx is done for the reward)

Protagonist: System you come out! Why don't you sue sù I will happen xxx, what kind of plot is this......

System: I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you / You just do what I say, and you'll know later / If you don't, you'll be punished......

In such a novel, even if the protagonist has a golden finger all the way, he doesn't feel good. From beginning to end, the protagonist is nothing more than a puppet of the system.

However, after coming to this world, the unknown environment and the desire to go home made him subconsciously choose to follow the system.

Obey the requirements of the system and take killing Shen Junyuan as his ultimate goal.

Jiang Yunqi suddenly closed his hands, and the fire in his palms was wanton. He drew his sword from behind him, and the flying sword fell into his hand, and in an instant, the fire was clear, turning into an afterimage, and swinging towards the fallen leaves on the ground.

Suddenly, the long sword flew and roared, twisting the fallen leaves on the ground into pieces, as if it also pierced the memory of the bloody sword shadow.

The dust was scattered, and for a moment there seemed to be a gray mist covering his eyes.

Jiang Yunqi threw away the sword and let himself lie on his back.

……

As soon as the three days have passed, it is the day of the literary examination.

Jiang Yunqi raised his hand and pressed the corner of his forehead, which was a little sore. In the past few days, he has been immersed in books day by day, and gradually he has also gained a lot of enlightenment.

However, Shen Junyuan never returned.

Jiang Yunqi turned his head, and his eyes fell on a green bamboo hairpin next to the bed.

Cultivators should always maintain a neat appearance, so that they can show the majesty of the immortal family. Yesterday, someone sent him a wooden sign for the test, and he specially mentioned that he needed to tie his hair when he took the test.

Jiang Yunqi picked up the green bamboo hairpin quite entangledly.

What is the way to tie your hair?

Jiang Yunqi carefully recalled the people he had seen who tied his hair, and only vaguely remembered that he had coiled his hair into a bun and piled it on the top of his hair, with a hairpin inserted in the bun. He lifted the hairpin above his head and tried to wrap it around it, only to find that as soon as he let go, the hairpin would slip out of his hair.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Jiang Yunqi was lowering his head and bundling his hair, and when he heard the voice, he raised his head suddenly, and the hair that he had finally twisted up was scattered again.

Shen Junyuan paused.

That day, he somehow became angry when he saw that Jiang Yunqi didn't think about studying hard.

The anger is that he treats cultivation as child's play.

The anger is that he has half a foot on the path of cultivation, but he does not understand the hardships and murderous opportunities.

The two looked at each other, but no one spoke.

As soon as Jiang Yunqi saw Shen Junyuan, the 3D special effects plot involuntarily surfaced in front of him, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

And Shen Junyuan, after thinking about it for three days, didn't understand why he was angry at others for not thinking about cultivation.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of a bell on the mountain.

Jiang Yunchi's heart tightened, knowing that the literary test was about to start, and hurriedly continued to tie his hair.

However, under Shen Junyuan's calm gaze, Jiang Yunqi's hairpin was unstable.

Shen Junyuan suddenly moved.

He walked a few steps, stopped in front of Jiang Yunqi, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards him.

Jiang Yunqi was startled and subconsciously took a step back.

As soon as he dodged like this, Shen Junyuan's hand stiffened and slowly drooped.

Jiang Yunqi's brain buzzed, and the ghost almost remembered the appearance of Shen Junyuan stretching out his hand to his mother after killing the white tiger that day.

At this moment, his hand was faster than his brain, Jiang Yunqi raised his hand and held the hand that Shen Junyuan wanted to withdraw.

There was a cold touch in the palm of his hand, Jiang Yunqi looked at his outstretched hand in a daze, and only wanted to say two words about the current situation-

Poisonous.

"Give me the hairpin."

Shen Junyuan's voice suddenly sounded, Jiang Yunqi only felt that his hand was loose, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Junyuan break away from his hand, and with the other hand took the hairpin he was holding in his hand.

Jiang Yunqi froze all over.

Shen Junyuan stepped forward and pulled all of Jiang Yunchi's hair in his hands.

"Keep your head down."

Jiang Yunqi lowered his head, and the next moment he felt a shadow coming towards him.

Shen Junyuan inserted the green bamboo hairpin into Jiang Yunqi's head, and then wrapped the tightly twisted hair bundle around the hairpin.

"Alright."

The silent sky dome slightly revealed a glimmer of bright light, and there were three long and one short loud bells from the top of the mountain.

Jiang Yunqi was stunned, raised his hand to support the hair tied on his head, and turned his head to see that Shen Junyuan had already walked outside the house.

"Today's literary exam, don't be too late."

*************

Jiang Yunqi and Shen Junyuan followed the cold path in the mountains and walked towards the place where the text was tested.

At the end of the path, the terrain suddenly opened up. The green cypress covers the two octagonal bell towers, and the bell that I just heard came from the bell tower.

Jiang Yunqi looked around, and some people smiled faintly, revealing their pride. Others hung their heads and sighed, their brows furrowed.

There was a faint discussion in the crowd.

"I heard that Xiao Zhenren is in charge of the literary examination this year, I'm afraid that the topic is biased and difficult."

Hearing this, a tall and thin young man immediately sighed: "Hey, it's miserable, I haven't read well in the past year." ”

There was a blue-clothed young man standing beside him, who sneered at this time and said, "Brother Lu said that he laughed, if a person like you who lights up the lamp and studies hard every night is called wasted time, then there are no diligent people in the world." ”

After he said this, the young man surnamed Lu immediately turned pale, and he was about to have a seizure.

At this time, a voice came out of nowhere: "I think that this literary examination will test the 'grace of white porridge'!" ”

As soon as these words came out, some people were confident, and some people immediately closed their eyes and recalled to check and fill in the gaps.

Others rolled their eyes and said: "You said that you will take the test, you think you are Xiao Zhenren." ”

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Suddenly, the noise of people suddenly stopped.

A white-robed real person stepped out of the hall, and when he saw that everyone had gathered in the open space, he said: "Everyone is optimistic about the wooden card in their hands and enters the corresponding hall." After a stick of incense, the literary examination officially began. ”

Jiang Yunqi looked down at his wooden sign, which reads Ding Shiyi. He wanted to ask Shen Junyuan what rank he was, but remembered that Shen Junyuan had said a few days ago that he would not help him cheat, so he didn't say anything.

The two walked slowly with the crowd, Jiang Yunqi walked into the hall with a T-shaped plaque, and saw Shen Junyuan also enter, inexplicably relieved.

Exams begin.

Jiang Yunqi wrote in a hurry, but suddenly stopped when he wrote in one place.

The origin of the immortal weapon 'broken bowl'.

This topic is really strange, Jiang Yunqi couldn't think of any immortal weapon called a broken bowl for a while.

Shen Junyuan raised his head, his eyes inadvertently fell on Jiang Yunqi's body, and when he saw that he stopped writing and pondered for a long time, he knew that Jiang Yunqi must have encountered a difficult problem.

Retracting his gaze, Shen Junyuan continued to write a few more lines, but he was inexplicably a little bored in his heart.

He stopped his pen and took the initiative to transmit the voice to Jiang Yunchi:

"Which question won't?"

Jiang Yunqi was startled, and his hand holding the pen was almost unstable.

He barely calmed down and responded: "It is the origin of the immortal weapon's 'broken bowl'." ”

Shen Junyuan said: "The ancient demon beasts are rampant, and the people are not happy. After a fierce battle between a monk and a demon beast, he fell to the side of the road and was rescued by an old woman. The old woman filled a bowl of white porridge in a broken bowl and fed it to the monk, but he didn't want the man to return the broken bowl to the old woman a few days later, and hid a piece of the recipe between the old woman's eyebrows. Tell her: As long as you pour a little white porridge into the bowl and recite the formula, the bowl will continue to produce white porridge. The old woman was amazed, and went home to try it. This broken bowl has such a strange effect, it is a fairy weapon. But because the bowl was in tatters, it didn't attract the covetousness of others. The old woman's family survived the famine with this broken bowl, but after Zhongzhou was pacified, the old woman thought, since this bowl of white porridge will give birth to white porridge, what if other rare things are put in? Thinking like this, the old woman put an ancestral piece of hundred-year-old tortoiseshell wood into the bowl. However, after she recited the magic formula, not only did she not give birth to a steady stream of turtle wood, but even her own piece of turtle wood was gone...... Later, the old woman passed on the broken bowl to her descendants and warned them to be content, not greedy. ”

Listening to what Shen Junyuan said, four words immediately popped up in Jiang Yunqi's mind: the grace of white porridge!

Thinking of the person who casually predicted that he would take the "grace of white porridge" before, Jiang Yunqi's heart was filled with a strange meaning.

Putting this thought aside for the time being, Jiang Yunqi picked up the pen and wrote again.

Before you know it, it's dark.

Jiang Yunqi wrote the last word and put the pen aside.

It didn't take long for the bell to ring.

The white-clothed real person who was originally sitting in the main hall with his eyes closed opened his eyes suddenly, like a sword that could not be dropped, slowly sweeping over everyone.

Everyone hurriedly put their pens aside and sat in silence.

The white-clothed real man waved his robe, and the exam papers on the bookcase rose without wind and fell behind the white-clothed real person.

The real person raised his hand and signaled that everyone could walk out of the temple.

As soon as he left the hall, Jiang Yunqi was drowned out by the noisy discussion.

"Brother Liu, can you solve the problem of breaking the bowl of the immortal weapon?"

"Don't mention it again, I have been thinking about that question for a long time, wasting time in vain, and in the end the battle theory can only be hastily written."

"Isn't the question of breaking the bowl the grace of white porridge?"

"The grace of white porridge? Oops, how I didn't think of that! ”

There was a sudden sound of chagrin from the crowd.

At this time, another voice suddenly came: "Wait, didn't someone say that they would test the 'grace of white porridge'?" ”

As soon as these words came out, they immediately stirred up a thousand waves.

Someone immediately said, "I remember, it's a strange man wrapped in a gray robe." ”

When the man had said this, he suddenly pointed to a tree not far away, and said, "Where is he?" ”

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the tree for a while.

Under the tree sat a teenager.

The boy's dress was extremely strange.

His whole body was tightly wrapped in a gray robe, and his face was covered with a carved wooden mask.

At this moment, the young man slowly took out a piece of oil cake from the cloth bag behind him, and he was about to eat it, when he suddenly remembered that he was still wearing a mask at the moment, so he reached out and lifted the mask off the line, and then stuffed the oil cake into his mouth.

"Hey, talk about you! What is your name? ”

There was a loud roar from the crowd, and the young man was so frightened that the oil cake in his hand smashed to the ground.

The boy looked up, and the mask obscured his countenance, revealing only a pair of extremely aura eyes.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, the young man hurriedly wrapped his gray robe and said in a low voice:

"My name is You Xiao."

Everyone was shocked.

When going up the mountain, a real person has already mentioned that you need to keep your appearance neat before you can enter the mountain gate to participate in the trial.

And the person in front of him, there is even dust and mud on the gray robe, and he deliberately hides his appearance, such a person can also participate in the literary examination?

Just when everyone was surprised, You Xiao suddenly squatted down and stared at the oil cake on the ground without blinking.

The surface of the oil cake was all puff pastry, and when it fell to the ground, some of the puff pastry fell to the ground.

You Xiao stared at the puff pastry, suddenly closed his eyes, and gestured a few times along the position of the puff pastry with one hand.

"Not good!"

You Xiao suddenly spoke, and the people around him were stunned. Just when everyone thought that he was about to say something amazing, they heard the young man mutter:

"It's going to rain!"

As soon as these words came out, someone immediately ridiculed:

"What is raining, the sun is high right now......"

Before a word could be spoken, it was covered by the sound of thunder rolling in the sky.

The thunder shook the clouds, and soon a stream of rain and mist fell.

The teenagers present were silent for a moment.