In late spring, it was raining lightly. Lin Yi held an oil-paper umbrella and walked on the street.

Because of the rain, there are not many pedestrians. The streets are wide and give a feeling of emptiness.

This is the capital of Nancang County, Cangyuan City.

The city is several times larger than the county seat of Lechun County, relying on the main artery of the Canghe River to communicate with the east and west, and it is extremely prosperous.

The destination of Lin Yi's trip is the Baijia University located in the Xicheng District of Cangyuan City.

The Great Xia Dynasty had a school in each county, the county was the school, the state was the college, and then up, that was the hundred school palaces in the capital.

The county-level school is just a platform for gathering information, issuing tasks, and communicating with local monks.

The county-level schools are not only the managers of the subordinate county schools, but also responsible for education and cultivating talents for Daxia.

Every year, hundreds of colleges and universities admit a group of students, and the best of them will have the opportunity to enter the state's colleges.

Those who are slightly worse will also have the opportunity to be recommended to various sects to continue their practice.

Even those who barely graduated can find their place in the county.

It is precisely because of this that every year, when hundreds of colleges and universities enroll, it is the most lively day in Cangyuan City.

Lin Yi's footsteps were very fast, and after a while, he came to the outside of the hundred schools.

It is very different from the cold school in Lechun County, even on a rainy day, it is very lively all around.

Small merchants and vendors kept shouting and selling, and many young-looking teenagers gathered in groups of three or five, coming and going, so lively.

Occasionally, you can see a girl who is in a flash.

Because of cultivation, both men and women can master power, so the status of Daxia women is not low, and it cannot be low.

Lin Yi watched silently, how similar this was to the situation around the university in his previous life.

The memories that had been sealed in his heart for a long time came flooding up, the past and the present were intertwined, really? False yes?

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, or butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou?

"Oops!" Suddenly, Lin Yi was bumped. When he came back to his senses, he saw a little girl touching her forehead and looking at her angrily.

"You're walking, why did you suddenly stop." The little girl said fiercely.

Lin Yi looked at the little girl's expression, couldn't help but smile, and said, "It's me who is wrong, I hurt you." ”

The little girl glanced at Lin Yi and said, "You are quite polite, different from the group of barbarians in the soldiers' family. I'll forgive you if I don't care about adults. ”

After the little girl finished speaking, she no longer paid attention to Lin Yi and walked all the way into a hundred schools.

Lin Yi walked to the door of the school, took out a name card from his sleeve, and said, "Loose cultivator Lin Yi, come to participate in the assessment today." ”

The doorman looked at the name post, and there was the seal of the Lechun County Baijia Society on it, so he let Lin Yi in, and enthusiastically pointed out the direction.

Walking into the school, the bustling outside is like being isolated, although there are many students coming and going, but it gives people a sense of tranquility.

Lin Yi followed the doorman's instructions, and soon after walking, he arrived at his destination, Lanyue Tower.

Walking into the Lanyue Building, in the hall on the first floor, there were two people dressed as hunters, one old and one young.

The two men were dressed plainly and looked ordinary. The boy's mouth was still fluffy, but the muscles on his body were strong and strong, like a small leopard. He carried a longbow on his back, and although it was restrained and restrained, it was implied with ferocity and was very extraordinary.

The old man's hands and feet were thick, his face was covered with wind and frost, which were the traces left by the fatigue of running around all year round, and he coughed a few times from time to time, obviously not very well.

Seeing Lin Yi walking in, two fine lights flashed in the old man's yellow eyes, and then disappeared in a flash.

Lin Yi glanced at the two people in the room slightly, and then sat on the other side.

Neither side had any intention of talking, and waited quietly.

About half a pillar of incense had passed, and a sound of footsteps came from outside.

An old Taoist priest with a clear face, a young Confucian with a pleasant face, and a burly middle-aged martial artist walked in one after another.

Lin Yi and the old and young people opposite stood up at the same time.

The young Confucian said: "Liu Xu, Lin Yi. ”

Lin Yi and another teenager stepped forward and said at the same time, "Here." ”

The young Confucian bowed his head slightly and said, "Give me your name." ”

Lin Yi and Liu Xu stepped forward and handed over the name card to the young Confucian scholar respectively.

The young Confucian took out a spirit rune, and after inputting the true qi to activate it, a spiritual light rolled up the two points and flew away in an instant.

"Next, it's up to the two of you." The young Confucian said with a smile to the old Taoist priests and middle-aged warriors on the left and right.

This time, the people who came to assess were Taoists and soldiers, and he was only here to supervise.

The middle-aged martial artist took Liu Xu and walked to the backyard, where there was a martial arts training ground, and the soldiers and monks were assessed, so naturally they would fight first.

Compared with the violence of the soldiers, the Taoist assessment is much more bland, and there are only two levels, one inside and one outside, which respectively assess the understanding of the Taoist scriptures and their own internal cultivation.

The division of the Dao Gate in the Great Xia world has a perfect system.

A preparatory disciple who is dedicated to the Tao is qualified to register the Taoist books, but he is not yet a Taoist priest. Only by passing the examination of the institution can you be conferred. Since then, there have been certain privileges.

Above the Taoist, there are also levels such as mage, real person, true monarch, and true immortal.

Each of the other families in the hundred schools has its own realm division, for example, the cultivation of the military family, there are levels such as samurai, martial master, grandmaster, martial saint, and human immortal.

Because of the different cultivation methods of the hundred schools, it is difficult to correspond to many levels one by one, so in the definition of the Great Xia Dynasty, the rough division of the first-order, second-order, and third-order ...... is the most simple and straightforward.

As for the specific combat power, sword cultivation is a well-deserved number one.

Especially the monks of the "Sword Weapon Sect", a flying sword can attack from a distance and can fight in close combat, even if the true qi is exhausted and there is no time to recover, the physical flying sword that has been refined in every way can still chop melons and vegetables, and fight the heavens and the earth.

Well, back to the point.

Let's say that outside the Lanyue Building, the examiner of the military family and the young man Liu Xu who took the exam punched to the flesh and launched a blood-boiling hand-to-hand fight.

And in the Lanyue Tower, Lin Yi was writing a scroll.

The titles on this scroll are all derived from the nine Taoist scriptures, such as the Tao Te Ching, the Qingjing Sutra, the Taishang Induction Sutra, the Huangting Neijing Sutra and so on.

After answering one question, another question appeared on the scroll.

Lin Yi secretly complained in his heart, "This is completely a paperless exam like the world of Xianxia......"

After about a stick of incense, he finally finished answering all the questions.

The old Taoist priest, who had been squinting, walked over, took out a seal, and poked it at the scroll. Then the qi was drawn into a talisman, and in a flash of inspiration, the scroll flew away.