"Hmm!" Lin Hao nodded and put a Xuanjing in the corner of the table.

"This ......" Xiao Si's eyes lit up, picked up Xuanjing's face full of ecstasy, and nodded again and again, "Thank you, uncle, for the reward!" Thank you, uncle! ”

"Well, go ahead."

In the hall, the cups and plates were in disarray, and hundreds of big men were eating and drinking, rowing wine fists with each other, and shouting loudly:

"Here, cheers!"

"Drink! Joyfully! Haha......"

The banquet lasted until late at night, and after Lin Hao was full of wine and food, he returned to the guest room in the courtyard early.

"This Wutong Academy was founded by the dynasty, mainly absorbing the children of the poor family as fresh blood, and promised to enroll for free, as long as the academic success for the dynasty for five years, the military department or the household department will also issue a rich ......."

Lin Hao lay on the bed and looked at the incense burner next to the table of the Eight Immortals:

"Nima, what the hell is this full sense of compulsory education? I heard that every state capital has a academy founded by a dynasty, what a big deal!

Wen Ze entered the court as a general, and Wu Ze joined the army and enlisted in the army, continuously cultivating talents for the imperial court! It can not only absorb the blood of the poor, but also break the talent monopoly of the family sect.

High, really high! It seems that this Dayu Dynasty has a lot of means......"

"Forget it, don't think about it......"

Lin Hao turned over on the bed, "It just takes such a grand event, I definitely want to join in the fun, hehe~"

There was a drizzle in the sky, the streets were full of pedestrians, and the grand main entrance of the inn stood tall.

A young man in fancy dress stood under the main entrance, holding an embroidered oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

"I thought it wouldn't rain in the Otherworld......"

Lin Hao pursed his lips, only to see thousands of oil-paper umbrellas gathered on the street, like a moving torrent.

"Brother Tai, dare to ask where Wutong Academy is going?" A warm man's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Huh?" Lin Hao looked back, and a delicate-looking Confucian scholar walked over with a purple oil-paper umbrella with a handle, dressed in white, with a polite smile on his face.

The drizzle continued, and the pedestrians around were hurrying to the road.

Lin Hao stretched out his hand and pointed, "Just go straight along Suzaku Street!" ”

"Thank you, brother!" The elegant young man arched his hand towards Lin Hao, turned around and merged into the flow of people, his steps were as swift as a swimming dragon, and he looked extremely chic.

"It seems that a lot of people go to Wutong Academy......"

Lin Hao shook his head, and with a slight shake of the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, strings of raindrops slipped off the umbrella surface.

Walking on the street paved with blue bricks, I saw high-rise buildings on both sides, and caravans of all sizes and monsters were endless.

A few warriors beside him whispered.

"There are too many people going to the academy today!"

"Yes, let's go, if you're late, you'll definitely have to wait in a long line!"

"It is said that there is a martial arts sect who will randomly guide the martial arts, hey......"

"Really? Brother Li, let's go! ”

Several warriors held oil-paper umbrellas and swept through the street.

"What the hell is queuing?" Lin Hao hurriedly jumped a few times and followed the flow of people all the way.

"Tsk, Confucianism, warriors, swordsmen, swordsmen, strategists......" He glanced left and right on the street, and saw all kinds of men and women in ancient clothes converging into a river, all hurrying towards Dongcheng District.

"Huh? There's also a river ......."

Lin Hao walked along the wide street for an hour, and the flow of people around him became denser and denser, and from time to time a mount let out a beast roar.

He stood on a stone arch bridge and looked around, and below him was an inner city river hundreds of feet wide, and the turbulent water was flowing endlessly.

With his hand, the rain in the sky became more and more dense, and the water on the river bloomed like a clear lotus.

Da! Da! Da!

There was a rush of footsteps, and a young man in black in the distance was running like a wind on the bustling street, and for a while, pedestrians with umbrellas on the street avoided it.

"Strange people......" Lin Hao frowned and raised his eyes.

The tall black-clothed young man swept over the bridge, his appearance was cold, his eyes were cold, his hand holding the oil paper umbrella was slender and white, and his steps were like a ruler to measure, a few meters away.

The warriors who came and went around had indifferent faces, and they were all in a hurry.

"Hiss~ a bit of an evil ......" Lin Hao passed by the young man in black, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

He looked at the young man who disappeared into the street, touched the continuous rain curtain with his hand, and shook his head in confusion, "Forget it, go to the academy to take a look first......

On the wide streets, pedestrians are bustling, and a figure is running like flying.

"Today is a good day, a good day to kill......"

The young man in black licked his dry lips, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a cold arc, "I like to do tasks on rainy days. ”

The pedestrians along the way only felt cold and avoided one after another, and the young people shuttled swiftly in the flow of people, like a black swimming fish.

"Rain, it's a very good friend......" The young man in black twitched his eyebrows, looked at the continuous rain curtain, and tapped a few times with his footsteps.

The streets are damp and lined with shops.

With a few "...... sounds, the young man in black turned into an afterimage and disappeared on the street in a blink of an eye.

"There are so many people......

Lin Hao followed the flow of people, and soon stopped in front of a large area of palace buildings.

In the distance is a large courtyard with carved beams and paintings, pavilions and pavilions everywhere, and there is an endless stream of warriors and Confucian scholars coming and going.

"Sycamore Academy? It's really magnificent......"

Lin Hao looked up at the plaque, and suddenly felt that his eyes were tingling, and the four big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance twisted and swam, as if there was a majestic momentum that tore the sky apart and wanted to stir the clouds.

"MMP→_→" he quickly turned his head, "It's risky to look at a few words these days......"

After passing through the main entrance of the academy, you can see a huge palace with thousands of scholars and warriors crowded into a huge square.

There are powerful children who are luxuriously dressed and have a proud temperament, there are also poor students who are dressed shabby and have a resolute face, and there are many fierce warriors with swords and swords.

The square was full of people, and tens of thousands of young men and women lined up in long lines.

Under a large temporary bamboo shack, there is a row of long tables, and dozens of middle-aged men and women with extraordinary bearing sit next to them, like college lecturers and the like.

The lecturer asked a young man in line, wrote and drew on a piece of paper, and handed over a token-like object.

The young man took the token as if he were a treasure, and immediately got up and ran away happily, making several warriors and girls behind him envious.

"How do you feel like it's a freshman enrollment site at Earth University?"

Lin Hao couldn't cry or laugh, "I heard that it's just registration information in the past few days? It seems that you have to go through the assessment before you can officially enter the academy, and you have to test your talent for painting, formation, alchemy, etc., which is more complicated than the Earth University, and you are speechless......"

The drizzle in the sky is getting denser and denser, and tens of thousands of young students are crowded one after another, and their enthusiasm has not diminished at all.

In the flow of countless Confucian scholars, warriors, young ladies, and sons, two indifferent clothed guests glanced back and forth, as if they were looking for something, and the people along the way couldn't help but avoid it.

"Hiss~ This breath ......"

Lin Hao looked up and saw that the eyes of the two clothed guests were cold, with hats on their heads, and their palms were covered with thick calluses.

"Whew!" Soon, the figures of the two suddenly turned into a series of afterimages, passing past him.

"Huh? It's ......"