In fact, since it is an experiment, the more experimental objects the better, so that the data obtained is complete enough.

It's a pity that the resources that dialects have today are not enough for him to waste on a large scale. After all, the way of the divine soul is different from that of wizards, and many of the resources required are also very different. In addition, Fang Yan didn't plan to really go deep into the path of the divine soul before, and the resources he had at hand were still the ones he collected on weekdays.

That's why he arranged such an elimination procedure before the qualification appraisal, trying to get the best results at the lowest cost.

Just like the mice in the laboratory still like to use strong bodies and strong endurance, Fang Yan also hopes that their "experiments" can have enough tenacity to go further in the absence of resources.

It's a pity that things didn't go exactly according to his vision, and the teenagers who came with the "family mission" on their shoulders, even if they hesitated and hesitated in their hearts, in the end, no one chose to retreat.

"Oh?" The choice of the teenagers obviously surprised Fang Yan's expression. "Are you sure no one is going to quit?"

"Yes, Master Guoshi, we all hope to continue to participate in the qualification you mentioned...... Qualification! ”

The one who replied was a young man in a white brocade robe, who looked very handsome and elegant, but the peach blossom eyes ruined the overall atmosphere of the face, which made people look a little too feminine.

The dialect could see that most of the people present were led by this white-robed young man, except for those teenagers from the Dao Sect. Even those royal children just pouted and didn't make any other moves. It is enough to see the status of this young man in the crowd.

Without responding to the young man's words for the first time, Fang Yan looked at him twice, and then muttered for a while before suddenly asking, "What's your name?" ”

The young man is neither humble nor arrogant: "Returning to the national teacher, the disciple's name is Chen Cen, and his father is Chen Yuanxuan, who is 'Pingzhang Shixia of the Tongzhong Book'." ”

The same book door under the flat chapter matter? Fang Yan is not very familiar with the official position of the Great Song Dynasty, so after reminiscing about it, he remembered that this is not the prime minister of the Song Dynasty.

"It turned out to be the son of the Chen Xiang family...... Uh......"

Then Fang Yan's eyes were wrong when he looked at the boy.

It's just a prime minister, and there is no difference here in the dialect, but if he remembers correctly, Chen Yuanxuan, the current prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, seems to be a big fat man with a blessed face...... The key is that it is good to say that it is fat, it can be said that it is a fortune after middle age, but the appearance of the father and son is really a little far apart.

"Ahem!"

Retracting the conjecture in his heart about the "old king next door", Fang Yan coughed lightly and turned the topic back to the topic.

"Are you able to represent everyone?"

The dialect looked serious.

Chen Cen hesitated slightly, and couldn't help but turn around and glance at the young people behind him, then gritted his teeth and said, "Disciple...... Yes! ”

The young man was actually very worried when he said this, but if he retreated at this time, he would lose both his heart and his face, so he could only bite the bullet.

Fortunately, the boy does have some prestige among his peers on weekdays, and his family background is also the top among the teenagers, and most of the others are willing to give him this face.

Even those royal children did not choose to dismantle the stage at this time. After all, that Chen Xiang did have some status in the court of the Great Song Dynasty, even if they were born in the palace and the Guogong Mansion, they were not willing to provoke them under normal circumstances.

Fang Yan looked at the boy for a while, and he had a point in his heart, but he didn't continue to say anything.

The accreditation has finally begun.

The dialects have returned to the main hall. Outside, in the square where everyone was at the moment, a group of people were neatly arranged in three lines.

"Tong'er, call the next group of people in."

After testing the qualifications of the three people in front of him one by one, Fang Yan waved his hand to the Taoist boy beside him, took the three teenagers with worried faces down, and then called a group of people in.

Because they were the first batch of people to conduct the test, the three teenagers didn't know what the purpose of Fang Yan's move was, and they thought that they and the others had been eliminated, and their faces were suddenly full of frustration and despair.

Fortunately, just as they were about to walk out of the door of the main hall, a sentence came from behind them:

"The result of the test, Poor Dao will let you know after everyone has completed the test, so wait outside for now."

The faces of the teenagers suddenly turned to joy, since the dialect did not directly state their test results, then they said that there was still a glimmer of hope, not that they had been eliminated directly.

However, after the euphoria, the mood of the teenagers returned to the way it was before the test. This feeling of waiting for the verdict of fate is really unpleasant.

After the three teenagers went out, they didn't mention how they dealt with the companions waiting outside the main hall, but inside the hall, it was another group of three teenagers who came in with the figure of the Taoist boy.

In this way, batch after batch, the figures of the teenagers kept entering and exiting the door of the main hall.

Although qualification appraisal is not too troublesome, it is also exhausting. The dialect paused and rested, and the time was soon noon. And the teenagers who have completed the qualification test are only about thirty at the moment.

Looking at the sky, Fang Yan was not reluctant, although with his current physical fitness, even if he didn't sleep, drink or eat for several months, he would be fine, but those teenagers didn't have this ability.

After instructing the Taoist boy around him to arrange for everyone to eat and rest, Fang Yan got up and walked to the apse.

The people who were arranged by the royal family of the Great Song Dynasty to serve the dialect in the mountains were also very discerning, and they had already grasped the time to arrange food and drink for the dialect.

There are not many dishes, only four dishes and one soup, and a pot of fragrant rice. But because I know that the dialect does not quit meat, the combination of meat and vegetables is very good, and the taste is far more exquisite than that in ordinary restaurants.

"It's worthy of being the imperial chef in the palace, and the simple ingredients can make such a great taste, and the craftsmanship is really good."

Fang Yan took a sip of crucian carp soup and nodded with satisfaction.

Over the years, having traveled so many worlds, the knowledge of dialects can be said to be very broad. But if you want to talk about this food, you have to count the world of the Great Song Dynasty that extends from the ancient cultural and historical rivers of the East.

If you have to pick a thorn, it may be in the development of condiments, the Great Song world may be a little worse than the modern world.

But in terms of the natural freshness of the ingredients, the world of the Great Song Dynasty is almost about to explode the modern world.

"It's a foodie who can develop food into a cultural stream!"

Inexplicably, a strange sense of pride suddenly surged in Fang Yan's heart.

Shaking his head with a light smile, Fang Yan continued to enjoy his lunch. He ate with relish, but in the cafeteria of the Dao Palace, the teenagers who were eating under the arrangement of the Dao Tong were quite unsavory at the moment.