In Guozijian Middle School, as more and more candidates submit their papers, Feng Miguan has been busy.

Feng Miguan, as the name suggests, is the examiner in charge of transcribing the name of the test paper.

All the test papers handed in will be sent to them for processing.

This work is not easy, one by one the test papers are sent, and the names of the candidates are pasted, with the thick paper cut in advance, the names and places of origin of the candidates are pasted, covered tightly, and then the number is written on the paper, and then handed over to the errand runner and sent to the next room.

It was the place where the copy was made, and after the transcription was completed, the same number was written, and then it was handed over to the next person, and the original and the transcript began.

These people are responsible for checking the transcribed text for errors in case the candidate is affected by the transcriber's mistakes.

The steps seem cumbersome, but they are as rigorous and efficient as assembly line operations.

Soon, fifty stacks of exam papers were bound and officially sent to the Temple of Literature for correction by the examiners.

Huang Shang also finished writing at this time, but he was not in a hurry, and read it twice from beginning to end.

In particular, the strategy is scrutinized word by word to make sure that there are no mistakes or omissions, and at the same time, there are no taboos.

And there is no one around him anymore.

There is no way, the earth is trembling, who dares to stay!

The last Kaifeng earthquake was in 1037.

Although the Son of Heaven is still Renzong, 26 years have passed.

Some of the candidates present were not even born at that time, and they only had an impression of natural disasters such as earthquakes.

But they don't want to die!

No matter how important the imperial examination is, there will be at least once every three years, but if you can't take the exam this time, there will be another time, and there is only one life!

Just had the title of the gold list, and the opportunity to glorify the ancestors, he died in the earthquake, which is really embarrassing!

This tremor also alarmed the officials who were waiting in the Temple of Literature.

The chief examiner, Fan Zhen, personally led a group of examiners to inspect the various examination rooms.

What appeared in front of his eyes was the scene of the cafeteria opening.

A swarm of people poured out of the national prison.

"What a system! What a system! ”

Fan Zhen's beard trembled with anger.

The accompanying officials did not dare to squeak.

In fact, they want to run too.

In this era, there is still a basic awareness of earthquake prevention, and in a place like Guozijian, once the building collapses, the small life will definitely be gone, and only by running to an open place can it be relatively safe.

But they are officials, and they are responsible.

Candidates can hand in papers and leave in a hurry, but they cannot leave their posts without permission.

Fan Zhen didn't believe in evil, and looked at it from examination room to examination room.

It is true that there are some candidates who are not fatal, and they are still taking the exam.

But the expressions of these candidates were also extremely uneasy.

One moment he looked at the test paper, and the other he looked outside, looking hesitant.

This kind of assertion continues, and Fan Zhen is even more disdainful.

It wasn't until a calm and upright figure came into view that Fan Zhen's eyes lit up, and he deliberately signaled to the left and right, walked in alone, and looked at Huang Shang, who was the only one sitting upright in the entire examination room, checking the test papers unhurriedly.

With Fan Zhen's old way, he could naturally see that Huang Shang was really immovable, instead of pretending to be calm, and couldn't help but smile.

After coming out, he asked the officials in the examination room: "Who is this person?" ”

After checking it, Xu hurriedly replied: "It's Huang Shang, the word Shengzhong, a person from Yongzhou on Jinghu South Road." ”

Fan Zhen thought for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "It turned out to be a disciple of Mr. Hengqu, the four sentences he said are temperamental and ambitious, and what I see at this time is even more consistent in words and deeds, which is commendable!" ”

The officials on the left and right also suddenly realized and praised one after another, and those who were interested paid more attention to the examination room where Huang Sheng was.

Since the vast majority of candidates have handed in their papers, the remaining numbers are very limited, and even if they are copied by name, Huang Shang's papers can be roughly determined.

When it comes to the provincial examination, the examiner has to consider not only the correctness, but also the vision.

At this time, they looked at each other and looked away tacitly.

After the examiners left, Huang Shang frowned, and got up unhurriedly to hand in the papers.

In the Sanssouci cave, there is already a response.

Before he wrote down two words, it was not the I Ching gossip, but Huaxia!

As soon as the two words came out, the statue of Kong Sheng shook again, and the spirit moved out like a long river, and under the guidance, it fell towards the Sanssouci Cave.

In the Sanssouci Cave, the earth and rocks have collapsed, and smoke and dust are everywhere.

The last shot of the flawless directly caused the shaking above like an earthquake.

He had already prepared, as soon as he entered the soul, he put away the bazooka and ran, Tuxing Sun wanted to chase it, but after all, he still did it from his heart, and he didn't dare to kill it all.

The cave did not collapse completely, and there was a huge body to withstand it.

Butcher!

The armor protected him, and most of the blood on it had evaporated, but it didn't break anything more than a gap in his chest.

Hard-wired this definitely has a two-star burst attack, and the strength of this armor can be imagined!

But the butcher stood still, but his consciousness seemed to be in a coma, and he could no longer hear the beast-like breathing.

At this moment, Xia Hui's face changed, her figure retreated frantically, and she looked up: "Here we go again!" ”

Indeed, a wave of literary energy, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, washed down and hit the top of the butcher's head.

The butcher's eyes under the helmet suddenly opened, revealing a look of ecstasy, and he took the initiative to absorb Wen Qi again, and then braced his arms outward.

"He's going to break free of his armor!"

Xia Hui retreated far away, not daring to approach, but the Taoist priest was a master of art and bold, observing at close range and making judgments.

This armor protects the butcher, and in the previous explosions, it can also be almost unscathed, and it undoubtedly has a strong three-star defense.

But in the eyes of the Taoist priest, perhaps the butcher's downgrade from three stars to one star is related to this set of equipment.

It seems to be sealed with a vicious machine spirit that wants to occupy the magpie's nest.

From this, he thought of the magic weapon in the Eastern Immortal Cultivator.

Although the magic weapon of the Demon Dao is extremely powerful, it can lead the master to fall, and even control the master in turn.

The situation of the butcher is probably a bit similar, right?

In the process of Taoist guessing, the butcher and the armor engaged in a difficult wrestling.

Not only did his arms expand, but his three-meter-tall body was shrinking.

However, as his body became smaller, the armor shrank and fastened to his body.

The two sides constantly confronted each other, blood churning on the armor and broadsword, and frantically suppressed the butcher.

But under the butcher's resistance and the washing of the literary spirit, the inside should be combined with the outside, and the blood and qi gradually melted.

So, the butcher, who had become one meter nine in height, finally stretched his armor to the extreme.

He showed ecstasy, and the unwilling voice in his body finally disappeared.

However, at this time, the butcher realized that something was wrong.

Because the flushing of the atmosphere has not stopped, but more and more.

Do you want?

That's up to you!

It's so much that it overflows!

The butcher's joy soon froze, and finally turned to horror.

said that it was too late, and then quickly, the mighty literary atmosphere penetrated, and his entire body was submerged together.

When the light dissipated, the Taoist priest and Xia Hui saw that the Dao streamer was spreading again on the lines of the armor.

Click!

The armor tightened again, tightly fastened to the butcher's body, and the great sword also buzzed over as before, squeezing into the palm of his hand.

The difference is that the style of the sword and armor has changed, and it is no longer fierce, but dignified and powerful.

Confucianism, the way of education!

Bona Quartet, educate the barbarians!

The Taoist priest was silent.

Xia Hui was silent.

The butcher was also silent.

It takes half a day, one operation, what's the picture?

Just to change the master?