The imperial list was posted outside the Gongyuan, and the people in the public gate wearing official clothes stepped forward to uncover the yellow paper attached to it.

The sharp-eyed Xiaoqing saw Jia Huan's name on the first list at a glance.

First in high school.

"Congratulations to Brother Huan, you won."

The first list is posted for the undergraduates, and the next few lists are the specific scores of each subject.

Jia Huan glanced at it a few times, and knew it in his heart:

"Law 97, Agronomy 100, Arithmetic 100········"

When he first arrived, his knowledge of local law was so shallow that some subjective essay questions were deducted marks.

Everything else is a perfect score.

"It's supposed to be in it, let's go."

Pulling Xiaoqing and ignoring the excited crowd, Jia Huan turned his head very calmly and left.

"Brother Huan'er, why are you unhappy?"

Xiaoqing asked incomprehensibly:

"You see, they're all so happy."

Jia Huan didn't reply, and replied directly:

"That's because they thought it was Dayan now······ The people of this dynasty don't have so many privileges········"

Yes.

Dayan's lifter has many privileges.

First of all, don't kneel when you see an official, because you can make up for the vacancy of being an official, and if you kneel at this time, you will inevitably get dirty when you meet in the officialdom in the future, which is an unwritten unspoken rule.

Second, the exemption from servitude and taxation led to a large number of people selling themselves to seek refuge, and also promoted land annexation, because the land of the lord did not need to pay taxes.

In addition to this, there are many sporadic stealth perks.

In the end, the consequence is that everyone becomes a local landlord and owns the farmland.

However, in the new law of the King of Shu, not only did the imperial examination change significantly, but also cut the examination content of the Confucian classics, and also abolished the privilege system of lifting people.

It's just a diploma now.

Huh······· What is there to rejoice in········

Back in his small courtyard, he still has no sense of existence.

Including the results of the next exam, there was no public announcement.

It's funny to say, Jiafu is drowning in the glory of the ancestors, lying on the merit book, opening his mouth and closing his mouth, that is, "People like us are not afraid of killing people", "What books do we have to read", I haven't thought about it at all, if it is no longer the world of Dayan.

Now that the king of Shu has not yet been crowned emperor, they can still paralyze themselves, and their own house is the mansion of the prince of the country, a double prince········· Heh, but what about in the future?

When the king of Shu opens a new dynasty, will he recognize the title of the previous dynasty?

At that time, there will be no one in the whole house who can stand up, so what should I do?

"This big family is all with their eyes closed, dreaming of glory and wealth."

Under the cold watch, Jia Huan felt more and more that this was a leaky boat.

The few people who can call the shots in the Manchu Mansion are all covering their ears and stealing the bell.

Mrs. Jia doesn't know the current situation of Jiafu?

No! She knows it well! Of course, she knew what the situation of Jiafu was like now.

But she doesn't really care, because she's so old, and she doesn't have to live long.

So she was happy, thinking about enjoying it, as long as she couldn't see it before she died.

Once she is outdated, the rotten wood of Jiafu will collapse with a bang, but it will only be an overnight moment.

"That's it, it's hard to persuade damned ghosts with good words, whoever has created the sins, who will pay back!"

Jia Huan's handsome little face was full of indifference.

"I'm just a soul of another world reincarnated in this world, and I survived through this Jia Huan's identity, I had no relatives and no reason, although the heaven and earth were big, I was only alone········"

"It's just that I owe Jia Huan, so I use his name to honor his parents and give them a pension, even if I pay it back."

"At that time, enter the mountain again and dissect the corpse, give up the identity of this Jia Huan, and reincarnate as a ghost and fairy spirit."

"In the next life, I will never choose such a mansion, there are too many rights and wrongs, and it is not a good place for stable cultivation."

Thinking like this, his eyes narrowed, and he glanced obliquely and inadvertently at the top of Rongxi Hall with his afterglow.

A piece of golden light can be seen in a blur, with a little green reflected in the middle.

This is the magic power that he cultivated in the seven chapters of Xuanjun and comprehended on his own.

In the previous worlds, I could vaguely perceive my own blessings and woes, longevity, and in this world, it seemed that something had changed, and I could vaguely observe the fortune of the family above the house.

It's just that it's still very vague to look at, and you can roughly see the lower color, vaguely a gold, cyan, and a little red.

And there is only a specific hour of the day, in the afternoon before the sun sets, can you peek out of the corner of your eye.

If you want to go deeper, you will be dizzy.

"Compared with last month, the luck gathered above the house is a little thicker, the golden luck is thirty and a half times more, and the green qi has also expanded a little."

Frowning deeply, he faintly felt bad.

"Qi luck can't come out of thin air, especially Qing Qi, this is already extremely expensive Qi, if it's not leisure, how can it increase so much?"

"Isn't it······· Yuan Chun concubine? ”

Jia Huan suddenly remembered something he had seen.

However, he couldn't remember the specific plot, in fact, after many lifetimes, he had long forgotten about these unimportant experiences, and only roughly remembered some major events.

Yuanchun was crowned as a concubine, which was a key point in the prosperity of Jiafu.

After that, Jiafu's luck took a sharp turn for the worse.

"Prosperity and decline are the best principles in the world."

"Jiafu is full of doors, I don't know how to restrain myself, I have done too many illegal things, and there are no characters who can stand up to the national government, and sooner or later I will fall."

"Yuan Chun is the concubine, it's just a push."

"In this way, Jiafu's luck is back to the light, and the last glory before he dies."

Jia Huan had a plan in his heart.

"In that case, this luck will soon be dispersed, and it will be dispersed sooner or later anyway, so it is better to let me cut it first······· The left and right bodies are also the bloodline of Jiafu, and it is not cheap to give it to me. ”

Jia Huan went directly into the compartment, where a small Buddhist hall was arranged.

The inside was clean, with a few soft futons on the ground, a bodhisattva in front, and water, flowers, melons and fruits on the yellow cloth.

There were three sticks of incense burning in the incense burner, and the green smoke was filling.

Usually, this is where he was when he copied scriptures for Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang often punished him and copied Buddhist scriptures.

Although the teachings of the Buddhist scriptures are good, most of them persuade people to feel at ease with the status quo and persuade people to endure humiliation.

Its intentions are self-evident.

You see that she only asked Jia Huan to copy the scriptures, but never let Jia Baoyu learn Buddhism, so you know that she is attentive.

Jia Huan doesn't look down on such house fighting tricks, and he won't really be attracted by Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles.

He just used this reason to decorate this Buddhist hall in order to cover up the altar he had arranged.

Over the past few months, this small courtyard has been shrouded in a simple formation.

Go directly to the back of the Bodhisattva statue, there is a space, feel out the mechanism, and slowly align it.

With a "click", the organs inside were connected, and a small seal poked out.

He took out the fine jade seal and immediately reset the mechanism.

This is a small seal engraved by a side of black jade, which is not very valuable.

However, his own identity does not have much money, so he can only use this kind of black jade.

The black jade is enshrined in the Buddhist hall and worshiped by incense for several months, and it is barely enough to use it when the time is calculated.

After weighing it in his hand, Jia Huan took out another carving knife and slowly opened a shallow gap in his arm.

A little bit of blood, dripping on the black jade.

The silver spirit text of the Dao Dao lit up with a faint light, like a living creature, wandering indefinitely on the small seal of the ink jade.

The blood, with a hint of heat, gradually seeped into it, as if it had seeped into the earth.

"This method recorded in the seventh chapter of Xuanjun should have chosen the best chalcedony with a special material, and entered it with a silver urn in real text, which can collect luck and achieve luck magic········· It's a pity that this black jade material is not suitable, even if it is refined with my spiritual blood, it can only be used this time. ”

How can the best chalcedony be obtained so easily?

That kind of material is suitable for carrying luck, unlike this black jade, the amount of equipment is shallow, and the luck that can be accommodated is also less.

According to Jia Huan's estimates, it can probably accommodate a hundred to a thousand times the amount of qi luck of himself.

This bit of luck is also the luck of ordinary incumbent civil affairs officials of the seventh grade······ Well, the analogy is that of an upper county that governs 10,000 households, and its county commander is the official spirit of the commander when he is in power.

These lucks, compared to Jiafu luck, are not worth mentioning, at most they can be compared to one percent of the luck above Jiafu's mansion.

But this is the luck of the entire Jia Jiarong Mansion, and it has been used on individuals a lot.

"Jiafu is defeated, a little more and less luck has nothing to do with the overall situation, but this little bit of luck, if you can give it to me, maybe you can resolve some more disasters and bring out a few more people around you······· Anyway, this body is indeed the blood of Jiafu, and the theft of his own family's luck can be regarded as stealing? ”

Between turning his hands, Jia Huan held the seal of ink and jade in the palm of his hand, calmed down, and recited the mantra.

Then his right hand was flattened and stretched forward, and gradually a purple-gold lotus platform phantom appeared.

As soon as this phanthropic shadow came out, there was a trace of red blood-like blood on the small seal of the black jade, which steamed up and merged into the phantom of the lotus platform, forming a bewitching red blood droplet.

"Open!"

With a soft drink, the formation that had already been arranged in the courtyard followed.

A trace of white qi gathered from the ground around him.

This is the earth's qi that is temporarily gathered with the help of the formation.

Not long ago, when he was arranging the altar, he found that there happened to be a weak leyline under this mansion, which was about to be exhausted, but there was still the last trace of strength.

So he took advantage of this to set up a formation.

Needless to say, at most, it can only be urged a few times, and this leyline will be exhausted.

"This leyline also has a bit of luck, and it could have given the Jia family a few months of life, but don't think about it being used by me like this········ That's it, no matter how much you continue to live left and right, you will inevitably have the disaster of raiding your home, so it's better to use it for me. ”

After thinking about it in his heart, Jia Huan was suddenly relieved, and then he worked harder to urge the formation and mobilize the earth's qi.

Soon, the white qi gathered into a cloud, and a few feet in front of him, the void formed a small pocket white cloud.

"As a child of the Jia family, I will receive the Jia family, and I am willing to return from nine to thirteen, and if there is an ancestral spirit here, I can show up."

Jia Huan's lips opened and closed up and down, but there was no sound.

This is nonsense, and mortals cannot hear it.

There was no response for a while.

A twinkle of joy flashed in his eyes.

"No ancestral spirits? Something really happened to the Jia family, and there wasn't even an ancestral spirit! No wonder luck deteriorates so quickly! ”

If there was an ancestral spirit secretly presiding over the luck, no matter how you said it, it would not be possible to decay so quickly.

However, this made it easier for him to practice the Dharma.

Without the hindrance of the ancestral spirit, he is equivalent to one less layer of constraints.

At the moment, he didn't dare to slack off, concentrating, pinching the trick and reciting a mantra, and holding the purple-gold lotus platform phantom to the top of the mansion.

The lotus shadow greeted it lightly, through the walls and eaves, and up and up.

There was a faint whirlwind around it, blowing in the Buddha hall.

Above Jiafu, in the golden and green qi that had originally gathered into clouds, an empty whirlpool suddenly appeared.

Every now and then, a piece of red qi disappeared in the middle of it, and then it was filled by the peripheral qi luck.

Soon, the lotus platform phantom rolled with a large cloud of red qi, a small cloud of golden qi, and wisps of green qi, and fell.

"It's coming!"

Not daring to miss it, Jia Huan's eyes were round, and his qi was surging, urging the forbidden law with all his might.

The cloud qi that had been extracted from the formation and gathered slowly descended and fell into the seal body.

Immediately slowly seeped into it, and the Dao Silver Spirit Script disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the surface of the black jade small seal revealed a trace of white light.

Then, the surging white light, with the seal of ink jade, floated up, catching up with those luck.

In the white light, the slightest bit of luck, unwillingly, was slowly contained in it.

Seeing this moment, Jia Huan waited anxiously, and finally saw the white light disappear.

And the black jade seal, the originally carved crane, seems to have become more agile.

"It's done!"

This seal has been completed, and there is a lot of luck stored in it, which is a qi luck magic weapon.

In the future, whether it is to bless luck, or to resist evil qi and reduce disasters, it is all possible.

In the future, if you can find a better material of chalcedony, you can transfer the luck of this seal to the past.

"Solution!"

The stealing of the treasure refining has been completed, so naturally there is no need to waste the earth's energy.

There was a trace of white qi left in the air, and it was all the remaining luck.

Jia Huan was about to step forward to directly absorb and refine, but suddenly wondered:

"Why is this white gas floating in one place inexplicably?"

"Could it be that in addition to this seal in my hand, there is another magic weapon of luck?"