"The sky has eyes, it's been dry for so long, and it's finally raining."

"This is the Mingzhou poem written by the one in our Jinguan Mansion, God bless our Jinguan Mansion."

"Let's go down, let's go down, the land needs rain too much right now."

"This year's harvest is expected to be a small harvest, and this rain is too timely."

Tens of millions of people in Qingzhou, because of the drizzle from the sky at this time, all dragged their families out to watch, and they were indifferent even if the drizzle hit their bodies and wet their clothes.

Chen Yude, as the county magistrate of Yuxian County, could not see the expressions of the people in the entire Qingzhou at this time.

But you can see the expressions of hundreds of thousands of people in Yuxian County.

In the miniature version of the picture of Yuxian County shown by the official seal, faces full of joy flashed quickly in the picture.

From the hundred-year-old old man to the just sensible Mengtong.

At this time, they are all in the rain and let the rain wash over their bodies.

"God bless my Jade County, God bless my Jinguan Mansion!"

Chen Yude looked at the countless cheering people, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"In the Tong Sheng test, there was a Mingzhou poem, I am afraid that in a few moments, it will be transmitted to the ears of the capital Shengshang, this Ji Han, after the Tong Sheng test, must be on the rise!" Hong Zhengzhong, the chief examiner sent by the Jinguan Mansion, wiped his tears and said.

Narushu poems.

The entire Jinguan Mansion has not produced a song for three years, and even if it does, few people can witness it.

At this time, Hong Zhengzhong and Chen Yude saw the writing of Mingzhou's poems with their own eyes, so why not be excited?

After observing the reaction of the people of Yuxian County at this time with the official seal, Chen Yude locked the picture to Ji Han.

But at a glance, Chen Yude was suddenly shocked.

"The power of the stars! Why is the power of the stars still condensed! ”

The poetry of Naruto has been completed, and it stands to reason that the power of the stars gathered around Ji Han should be dispersed.

However, the power of the stars not only did not disperse, but instead surged more frantically around Ji Han's body, and formed a vortex of star power above Ji Han's head, which made Chen Yude realize that something was wrong.

Hong Zhengzhong's face suddenly changed drastically when he heard this, and he stopped Chen Yude because he was afraid that Chen Yude would disturb Ji Han, who was writing poems.

But at this time, the poem had been completed, and the power of the stars had not yet dissipated, and Hong Zhengzhong immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that this Ji Han's body will be blown up by the power of the stars, Brother Chen, you and I will disperse the power of the stars together!" Hong Zhengzhong said with an extremely cautious face.

After speaking, Hong Zhengzhong waved his robe, and a strong power of stars hit the whirlpool of condensed stars around Ji Han.

Although Chen Yude had little power left in his body, he still tried his best to hit the star vortex above Ji Han's head.

In the eyes of Hong Zhengzhong and Chen Yude, the biggest reason why the power of the stars around Ji Han is now condensed is due to the power vortex of the stars above Ji Han's head, so they are ready to smash the power vortex of the stars hanging above Ji Han's head.

As soon as Hong Zhengzhong and Chen Yude made a move, in an instant, two soft star powers, one strong and one weak, submerged into the whirlpool of star power above Ji Han's head.

But as soon as the power of the two stars, one strong and one weak, submerged into the whirlpool of the power of the stars above Ji Han's head, Chen Yude and Hong Zhengzhong's faces suddenly changed drastically.

The two of them were shocked to find that the power of the stars they had sent out had disappeared.

"The power of the stars is gone!"

"How so?"

Chen Yude and Hong Zhengzhong looked at each other in surprise.

The two of them both have the strength to lift people, and they can't believe that the power of the stars they sent out was like a mud cow entering the sea, and they actually disappeared when they touched the vortex of star power.

"Really?"

Suddenly, Chen Yude and Hong Zhengzhong thought of a possibility at the same time.

Then, the two of them showed ecstasy in their eyes.

……

In the examination room, after Ji Han finished writing "Happy Rain on a Spring Night", he suddenly noticed that a large amount of star power poured into his body.

When writing "Spring Night Rain", the power of the stars in the body was digested by the poems.

At this time, the poem was written, and there was no place to consume the power of the stars, and the power of the stars poured into Ji Han's body.

This situation was the first time Ji Han had encountered it, and he immediately felt a little flustered.

According to the speed at which the power of the stars poured into his body, Ji Han felt that in a few moments, his body would be blown up by the power of the stars.

In the face of death, Ji Han was not afraid, he was already a person who had died once, but he was afraid that Yunzhu would have no support from now on.

Thinking of Yunzhu, who was still outside the Temple of Literature and was waiting for him to go out with a face full of expectations, Ji Han's heart was tingling.

"Am I about to leave a loved one as soon as I have her?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, Ji Han was surprised to find that he was floating.

Rice paper, brushes, rulers, and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old sat in the examination room.

Ji Han found that he looked at himself sitting in the examination room as if he was out of his body.

Before Ji Han could figure out what was going on, Ji Han felt that he was suddenly pulled up by a force.

Confucian Temple, Yuxian, Jinguanfu, Qingzhou, Xuanguo!

As Ji Han rose higher and higher, Ji Han found that the entire Xuanguo was in his eyes.

"What is this?"

Ji Han was extremely shocked in his heart.

"God-given children!"

Ji Han suddenly thought of a possibility.

According to his memory, Ji Han understood that there were two kinds of cultivators in this world: civil, martial, and weapon.

One is to be promoted according to the assessment, that is, after the exam, the government releases the list, and if there is your name on the list, you can get strength through baptism.

There is also a godsend.

The power obtained by heaven is much more than the power obtained by baptism after the release of the list.

After the person of literature and Taoism obtains the child's degree after baptism, he will have the power of the stars in his body that is one finger thick and about one foot high, depending on the talent, and according to the description in some books, the power of the stars in the body of the god-given child is at least thirty percent higher than that of ordinary children.

Within the human race, countless cultivators wanted to obtain the Heavenly Gift, but how could the Heavenly Gift be so easy to obtain? In the entire Xuanguo, no one has received a gift from heaven for a hundred years.

Good!

Ji Han recalled the record of the heavenly child, and suddenly a voice sounded in his ears, and the voice seemed to sound in his ears, and it seemed to come from the distant galaxy.

Then, Ji Han found that he had landed quickly from an altitude of I don't know how many meters, and in an instant, he returned to the Temple of Literature that he had assessed, and returned to his body.

In the Temple of Literature, at this time, more than a thousand candidates all looked at the direction of Ji Han's examination room, and their eyes were full of various expressions.

Envy, jealousy, resentment...... All of them.

Shout!

A white light suddenly descended from the sky at this time, shining directly on Ji Han's body, and submerged into the vortex of star power above Ji Han's head.

Boom!

A deafening drum suddenly came out of Ji Han's body, resounding throughout the Yuxian Confucian Temple, throughout the entire Jinguan Mansion, and finally spread to Xuanguo for tens of thousands of miles.

Wherever the drum sound wave passed, the alien races lurking in Xuanguo within the countless galaxies were suddenly shocked, and hundreds of thousands of low-level alien races were instantly shocked to death.

"The hateful Terran, hurt my people, it will be returned a hundred times in the day!"

Many of the alien leaders in the Xuan Kingdom were immediately furious, and they all raised their heads to the sky and shouted, and then they all used their strength to resist the sound waves of the drums.

……

The collection has broken three hundred, and the cheeky begging for recommendation tickets and small rewards to fill the façade.