Baoyu knew that the treatment of literati had always been bad, but she didn't expect that it would be 'bad' to such a point?

When he was dragged here, Baoyu was holding a big stone pier on his head, and he was still thinking about how many top Jinshi there were. 100,000, 500,000, 1 million, such a number is not much, after all, this is the strongest Jinshi selected from the Shengtang Dynasty and the Eight Thousand Kingdoms!

Sheng Tang selected a few thousand, and each of the eight thousand countries selected ten, so that there were close to 100,000, and the number of places was not very many, but what he didn't expect at all was that there were only 10,000 people who came here?

Ten thousand people, excluding those of the Tang Dynasty, are evenly distributed among the eight thousand countries......

a (⊙_⊙).

The Jinshi, who was so selected by thousands of people, was dragged by the neck and bones, and was dragged over in a dripping way. There is no sunshine, not even a warm breeze blowing on the face, and the flowers in front of me are in the place......

"I thought our treatment was bad enough, but I didn't expect the treatment of the saint to be bad either. ”

Baoyu muttered dryly.

"Our treatment?"

Ping Xiaoke and Xiao Leng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he was the same as other literati, he deeply believed that in the face of saints, they were not qualified to ask for treatment at all, but even if they thought so, they couldn't help but moan when they saw this 'big hall' clearly......

"This, is this a place where a statue of a saint can be placed?"

Ping Xiaoke and Xiao Leng looked left and right, on the left were piles of dead leaves and thatch, and on the right were also piles of dead leaves and thatch, the center of the hall was carefully swept clean, but it was still potholes revealing the skin of the roots with moist soil, and ......

"Oh my God, statues of saints, piled up on the ground like this?"

Someone exclaimed, and Baoyu looked over and found many literati standing in the corners of the hall.

These literati are all arrogant, and like them, they come directly here, to challenge the highest difficulty, but also to get the greatest benefits. However, they saw the statues of demi-saints and saints placed randomly on the ground over there, and none of them had the courage to approach them, so they subconsciously piled up.

Baoyu looked at the statues of the demi-saint and the saint, and felt a faint pain in his teeth.

When I was in Yongdao just now, although it was a little simple, at least there were candlesticks, but there was nothing here, only statues, which were scattered on the ground.

At this time, a statue suddenly appeared in mid-air, and then, it fell......

Boom!

There was a loud sound, but it was like a heavy hammer rammed into everyone's hearts.

The statue swayed and stopped, as if it were shaking the hearts of all the literati, and finally stopped, and together with other statues, it was placed on the ground at will.

Baoyu also felt that there was a chord dangling in his heart, don't ask for any treatment, literati like to cultivate themselves and rule the country and the world, but there is no one, it is to give themselves brocade clothes and jade food......

Pingxiao Ke took off his armor, bowed down, and said to the end: "The saint is safe with the encounter, for the world, not for himself, Pingxiao Ke salutes here, and Pingxiao Ke admires it very much." ”

This is a sycophant!

Baoyu was dumbfounded, Xiao Leng had an expression of disgust for his partner, and the literati gathered not far away also threw a large number of disgusting and disgusted eyebrows.

Then all of them bowed their hands at the same time, one bending lower than the other:

"I'm so respectful......"

...

............

.....................

"Brother Tie Jian, you are so shameless!"

Xiao Leng almost pressed his head into his crotch, tilted his head, and scolded Ping Xiaoke.

"This seat is not shameless, but I really admire all the demi-saints and saints. ”

Ping Xiaoke also turned his head and looked serious.

Baoyu also turned his head and spat at Ping Xiaoke: "Don't pretend, don't you know our careful thinking when you are a saint?" No face is no shame, and you don't need too much face in front of the elders...... Being honest does not mean being poor, the statues of the saints live in a place that is not as good as a nine-rank petty official under his father-in-law. No, this wind can't rise, and when my father goes back, I will increase the income of my officials in Da Zhou!"

Baoyu gritted his teeth and scolded: "If the officials of the Great Zhou are poor enough to live with thatched and withered leaves like the statue of the saint, they are not honest, it should be the fault of the father!"

Bastard, literati also need to live and support their families, no money, drinking the northwest wind and gnawing on big stones to write articles?"

That makes sense. ”

Pingxiaoke and Xiao Leng nodded in approval, especially Pingxiaoke, wondering if they were going back to increase the number of generals under them.

Suddenly, they looked at Baoyu with blood-red eyes......

"Jia Baoyu, what did you say, elders? You said that the saints are your elders?

Shameless!

Slap the sycophants!

Nonsense, almost!

You sycophant!"

"In the face of the sages, we need to perform the disciple ceremony, two of you, you think too much. ”

Baoyu's face is full of the word 'serious', and his seriousness is much purer than Pingxiaoke......

...

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

One by one, the statues of saints or half-saints fell down, but fortunately they all stood firmly, otherwise the literati present really didn't know whether to help them up.

When no more statues fell, there were already nearly 1,000 literati on the field......

Baoyu laughed softly: "These thousand people either have great ability or great arrogance, and they all came directly like us. ”

"There are up to two hundred who are really capable. ”

Xiao Leng said disdainfully: "I saw that the sword spirit ranked second in the narrow list is hard to find, and the jade-faced god Wen Ruo'an, who ranked fourth, there are sixty-two literati among the hundred venerables, and there are less than thirty who have the courage to come, plus more than 100 people in the Tang Dynasty......

These are real skills, and others are blind and arrogant. ”

Baoyu had to admit that Xiao Leng knew Sheng Tang better than him, so the numbers were credible, and he and Pingxiao were both nodding and looking at the entrance of the Yongdao.

A lot of embarrassed, dusty and bloodstained literati were running in, all of them had failed once or even several times, Baoyu couldn't help but pout: "These don't even have arrogance, they come and get hit again, pitiful." ”

"Without self-knowledge, there is something hateful about the wretched. ”

Pingxiaoke's voice was indifferent......

Later literati looked at Baoyu's side, in fact, it was to see the literati who came earlier than them, Baoyu and Ping Xiaoke and Xiao Leng naturally did not isolate themselves, and had already integrated into the community of literati, and these latecomers, obviously, also wanted to integrate in.

"Loser, get out!"

A literati with a face like jade flicked his sleeves and shouted angrily, and those people stopped to the side, and their anger was on their faces, but they did not dare to attack.

"It's the jade-faced god Wen Ruo'an. Xiao Leng said softly.

Baoyu looked over in surprise, with a strange look on her face, and rubbed her mouth.

Xiao Leng blushed at him, and said angrily, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm thinking about ......"

Baoyu blinked: "Are you talking to Pingxiaoke, or are you talking to me?"

Baoyu no longer called himself the 'Venerable', and said with a smile: "If you talk to the Peace Celestial, it will be fine, if you explain it to me, your 'alliance' with the Peaceful Celestial Guest will be self-defeating." ”

Facing Ping Xiaoke's indifferent gaze, Xiao Leng's face stiffened, and he flicked his sleeves angrily.

He did speak to Pingxiaoke, but he also said to Baoyu that after this 'Great Blessing' incident, there will be some Venerable who can't hold back their strength to be promoted to Bachelor, and there will be people who succeed in making progress, and some people who fail to stay put, and the ranking of the Venerable on the narrow list will inevitably change a lot.

If there is a change, there is no need for him to challenge Baoyu for the sake of ranking, looking at the attitude of the Yuwen family towards Baoyu, the enveloping mind is purely Zhang Bairen's play, then, the teacher will probably not let him challenge Jia Baoyu.

The contradiction between the two has since ended, and indeed, he has a little bit of a desire to mend the rift between the two sides......

Ping Xiaoke saw Xiao Leng's thoughts, snorted coldly, and laughed sarcastically.

He said in a low voice: "Sage Yun: The cause, process, and result are connected and inevitable, Xiao Leng, if you are afraid of Jia Baoyu, you will dodge aside, this seat will attack the Great Zhou, and he will not die." ”

"There's no need, Simon's immortal predecessor is your father. ”

Baoyu was even more surprised, it stands to reason that Pingxiaoke should have known about the alliance between Tiebi Guo and Da Zhou, and he followed the two of them, and also had the idea of letting Pingxiaoke give in.

But at this time, Pingxiaoke, obviously, is going to be on a par with him?

Xiao Leng really took a step, chuckled, looking at the excitement, Baoyu glared at Xiao Leng, knowing that Xiao Leng was taking advantage of the gains and losses, not really afraid of him, he also had to take care of the gains and losses, for the time being, he didn't want to have a life-and-death relationship with Xiao Leng.

He looked at Ping Xiaoke, his dark eyes flashed with murderous intent, if it weren't for the fact that there were so many saint statues next to him, he would have taken advantage of the opportunity to do it just now.

Ping Xiaoke also looked at him coldly, and said indifferently: "This seat is the Iron Sword Marquis, the ninetieth in the narrow list, this seat is not comparable to the small Iron Pen Country, you can pull allies, this seat, you can also invite a lot of people."

This seat is bound to step on the Great Zhou, extinguish, and the West Gate is full of doors!"

"Ximen Xue is the sibling of the Venerable. Baoyu said softly.

"Then, this seat will destroy your Jia Mansion together!"

"Are you serious?"

Baoyu confirmed it once.

Ping Xiaoke refused to say anything, but his eyes became colder and colder, and he stared at Baoyu.

Baoyu was silent, silent again, and finally ......

"Okay, after the overthrow of the country, Nanning Pingguo Mansion, up and down, no chickens and dogs will be left!"

Baoyu threw the black crane's short cane out of a pitch-black halo and slammed it to the ground.

He raised his head and sighed: "There's no need to talk about it, there's really nothing to talk about, Pingxiaoke, you shouldn't implicate women and children, the old and weak......"

...

One breath,

Two breaths,

Three-interest ......

Time passed slowly, and no statue fell again.

The literati struggled several times, and someone rushed to the statue and laughed loudly: "The time should be early, none of you dare to go up, then, I'll go up word by word." ”

Baoyu looked at the back of the word and smiled simply.

It's not that no one dares to go up, but according to their respective rankings and strengths, many people have to wait for the strong to go first, which is etiquette, and it is also the chic that the stronger should have......

"The one-word article that ranks second on the narrow list? is so magnificent! So romantic! So free! After this time, I don't know how much I can rank?"

Baoyu smiled gently.

At this time, Ping Xiaoke strode forward, and also laughed loudly: "There is no reminder of a half-saint or a saint, this time it depends on luck which sage to test, Jia Baoyu, no matter whether the luck of this seat is good or bad, this seat will definitely pass the test, and it is also a big step forward."

After this seat, I will let you know what a hero I will be when my Iron Sword Hou Ma steps on the Great Zhou!"

He knelt down in front of a statue without hesitation, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Jia Baoyu, it seems that my iron sword marquis has a good life, and I have actually gotten the test of the third saint!"

The Third Sage?

It turned out to be the Third Saint?

It turned out to be Wang Shouren, the third saint of my Wendao?

Countless envious, and even jealous eyes stared at the past, and many people rushed forward, waiting for Pingxiaoke to fail and get the opportunity to continue the test.

There are ninety-nine saints in Wendao, and being able to rank third among the ninety-nine saints shows that Wang Shouren is terrible, not to mention, the literary name of the third saint has long been widely spread in heaven and earth!

Ping Xiaoke seemed to be waiting for the test to begin, he didn't care about the queue behind, just stared at Baoyu.

At this moment, at this moment, he is already about to declare his victory!

"Jia Baoyu, which sage can you get the blessing?"

He looked at the statues of hundreds of sages, most of them demi-saints, and then, indifferently, the corners of his mouth twitched.