The days are in the leisure time Buddhism, busy in the monster brush day by day, the day of the scientific examination, the imperial court came, this time sent to Shaolin turned out to be a betrayal of Shaolin, to the martial arts master of the Holy Sect of Yuanzhen, the master of Yuanzhen also vulgar follow-up, with his own common name Cheng Kun, with a team of elite horsemen to show off their martial arts on the Shaomur Mountain.

The gods and monks of the empty character generation glared at him angrily, but Cheng Kun is now a member of the Martial Saint Sect, and he can't move easily, so the master of empty phase and empty smell can only leave with his sleeves, so as not to share a breath of air with Cheng Kun, a traitor.

"That's Cheng Kun, it's said that he has reached the realm of Venerable, oh my God, when will we get to the point of him?"

"Hmph, it's just a court eagle dog, a powerful lackey, what's crazy?"

The gray-robed monks standing on the side had a lot of complaints about Cheng Kun on the stage, this monk with a very bad reputation is now renewed, and he wears the sky-high crown of the Martial Saint Dynasty like a dog, and he looks like the majesty that a big official should have, but a pair of small eyes are rolling around, and there is some wishful thinking in his heart, and the ghost knows.

"Master Fang Zheng, this year's disciple of your Shaolin Sect is not trivial."

Cheng Kunpi laughed and laughed with Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng also replied with a smile:

"No matter how extraordinary it is, it can't compare to the master of Yuanzhen back then."

Cheng Kun's face stiffened, and he secretly scolded Fang Zheng that this old guy is really as good as his name, and he doesn't have a dirty word when he hurts people, but Cheng Kun is not a master who can be manipulated by others, and said with a smile:

"This year, His Majesty the Martial Saint Sect intends to let the outstanding disciples of various factions join the Wuhou Sect, Cheng Mou thought that Shaolin was Taishan Beidou, and he should set an example, so he invited Shaolin to be a quota."

Cheng Kun's words were deliberately said very loudly, so that the disciples in the audience could hear them clearly, so someone began to whisper again:

"Wuhou Gate. Oh my God, it turned out to be Wuhou Gate. ”

"Wuhou Gate?"

As soon as many new monks heard this extremely dazzling name, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva. The eyes are full of yearning colors, there. With the first person in the world, Zhuge Wuhou, who is closest to God, is in charge, and Wuhou Sect has never recruited disciples from outside, and now it has suddenly released the quota, even if the selection conditions are extremely harsh, but as long as you can enter it, it can be regarded as a promising future.

"If I can join, wouldn't it be a step to the sky?"

"Dream on. All of them are geniuses who can enter the Wuhou Sect, and in my opinion, the top ten masters of our hearts are probably already a certainty. ”

"Cut, do you think it's really that good, it is said that the competition in the Wuhou Sect is fierce, and if you are not careful, you will be plotted, even if you are a genius demon, if you are not careful, you will die in Jinling."

The monks looked at each other, and Wuhou Men was good. But the stakes are even greater, and many people can't help but feel sorry as if they are already qualified enough to get started.

Master Fang Zheng looked at the performance of the monks below. Sighing in his heart, Wuhou's name is indeed too big, it is inevitable that there are people with uncertain intentions who are drawn over, among the monks, the heart is staring at Zhang Huen tightly, Zhang Huen did not react and stood in the group of monks with a Buddhist scripture and looked through it, as if everything that happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Cheng donor, I wonder if this year's scientific expedition will follow the form of previous years?"

Fang Zheng diverted the topic and went straight to the point. Cheng Kun took out the holy decree from the official mansion, and knelt down with bald heads on the ground. He looked proudly at the evidence kneeling in front of him, aren't you awesome. Aren't you a little heaven-level martial artist, no matter how high your martial arts are, you don't have an official body, you don't have to kneel in front of yourself.

"Mukden Carrier 。。。。。。"

Bala Bala Bala, Cheng Kun finished reciting the stinky and long holy decree, this year's scientific examination is the same as in previous years, the generals and soldiers sent by the Martial Saint Sect will assess the disciples of each faction, and most of the cavalry standing behind Cheng Kun have the strength of the samurai and below the martial school, they only need to restrain a little, and they can easily verify the skills of this group of monks.

Assess the martial arts children according to the standard of martial arts, brush down if they are not qualified, expel them from the sect, and find another way to make a living, Cheng Kun finished talking about the rules, beckoned, and those cavalry stood up for 100 people, standing on the square of the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Shaolin Temple, and one person only needs to assess more than 200 people to complete the scientific examination.

Cheng Kun sat behind the case in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and witnessed the level of these monks with Master Fang Zheng, and several eunuchs who worked down moved the basket covered with red cloth from the carriage, lifted the red cloth, and took out the wooden plaque in the basket to count, the wooden plaque was engraved with a big child character, but anyone who can pass the assessment can receive a wooden plaque as a proof of the identity of the scholar.

Outside the Heavenly King's Hall was full of knights armed with steel swords, but if anyone was eliminated, they would sneak out, drive them down Shaomuro Mountain, and go to other places to fend for themselves.

A eunuch took the list of new monks from Master Fang Sheng, opened his mouth to roll call, and the new monks who sang stood up and stood in front of the cavalry in order, they were allowed to use their respective weapons, of course, the cavalry would not stand and be beaten, only to hear a uniform sound of drawing knives, and a bright saber was drawn.

Fifteen of the hundred new monks were so frightened by this kind of battle that Cheng Kun looked at these monks who couldn't stand on their feet with trembling arms, waved his hand, and the fifteen people were pulled out by the knights outside the Heavenly King's Hall and thrown out of the door. The eunuch then took the roll call, and pulled up fifteen more people, and the monks all pinched their weapons and stared at their opponents, only to hear the eunuch order:

"Let's go!"

The sabers in the hands of the cavalry slashed at the monks in front of them in unison. After a clanging, ahhh Can't even catch a trick?

The cavalry was very measured, and only gave them a little skin wound superficially, but this kind of disciple who couldn't even catch a move was immediately caught by the knight and thrown out of Shaolin. In this way, the dross was removed, leaving the essence, and only 658 of the first 5,000 monks were able to survive the fifteen rounds of cavalry attacks and get the Wutong brand, and the rest were driven out of the Shaolin Temple regardless of their merits.

In the distance, the old monk standing on a willow tree shook his head, and walked towards the back mountain, obviously disappointed in his heart, more than 28,000 monks, 87% of the elimination rate, this is to force Shaolin to a dead end. Fang Zheng shook his head and sighed and said to Cheng Kun:

"Cheng donor, do you think you can take a step to speak?"

"No need, I have always been honest and honest, since it was ordered by His Majesty, I must do things in full accordance with His Majesty's orders, Abbot, don't embarrass me."

Fang Zheng's heart was dripping blood, at least more than half of the more than 4,000 people who were eliminated were qualified as martial arts boys, these people were lost from Shaolin, who would fall into their hands, it was self-evident, it was not an evil sect, or in the hands of those unfriendly martial arts colleagues, Fang Zheng saw that Cheng Kun didn't give any face, and said to Fang Sheng beside him with a smile:

"Senior brother, you come to accompany the benefactor to complete the next assessment, and the old man will go back when he goes."

Fang Sheng knew that the senior brother in charge was going to say hello, but Fang Zi had pinned all his efforts on Zhang Huen's body, and he couldn't let him be abducted by Wuhou Gate.

Sure enough, Fang Zheng retreated to the back, and at the same time transmitted the sound to Zhang Huen, who put down the Buddhist scriptures, and walked to the side courtyard quietly, and said:

"Abbot, what do you have to say?"

"Heart proof, you can't fight for a while, you can deal with fifteen rounds."

"Yes."

"Well, if you can pass this level, the old man will recommend you to enter the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and the Buddhist scriptures below the third floor will be for you to study."

"Thank you, Abbot."

The two said goodbye casually, Zhang Huen returned to the team, stared at him in his heart, and asked in a low voice:

"But don't you let the senior brother be too sharp?"

"Yes, yes."

"With the talent of the senior brother, he should enter the Wuhou Sect."

Zhang Huen glared at him angrily, this kid didn't know what he was thinking, he actually spewed out these words, and sneered at the moment:

"Also, when I enter the Wuhou Gate, isn't Shaolin just you?"

His heart sank, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Senior brother naturally wants to go to Wuhou Gate, what's the matter, is the senior brother still reluctant to Shaolin's seventy-two stunts?"

"Hehe, then I wish my junior brother a prosperous future."

Seeing that he was taunted by him twice, the roots of his ears were red, and after the eunuch above read his name, he lowered his voice and said beside Zhang Huen:

"Senior brother, do it yourself."

Then he stroked the monk's robe and walked into the square, this kid is determined to be like Wuhou Gate, standing in the corner of the Xuan bitter face with a sad face, just now the sound into the secret is cabbage, the heart saw that as soon as he came on the field, he launched an attack with the cavalry on the opposite side, the shot is a strong King Kong palm, the saber in the hand of the other party is unstable, if it is not for the internal force to cultivate the other party a lot, I am afraid there is really a possibility for him to turn the tables, the cavalry with the internal force of the warrior and the heart to fight, completely only passively beaten, after the two sides attack nineteen moves, Xinjian actually shook the cavalry out with a palm, and the cavalryman's saber fell to the ground, and he got up from the ground with a displeased face, and lifted the ban in anger, and rushed towards Xinjian with all his internal strength.

"Enough, don't forget who you are?"

Cheng Kun's shouting made the cavalry suddenly regain his clear look, and hurriedly knelt down and rushed to Cheng Kun to confess, Cheng Kun just scolded him twice, let him go down to rest, and walked towards his heart with a smile. In his eyes, He Zeng couldn't see that Xinjian's strength had surpassed the samurai level, stepped into the ranks of martial artists, slapped his palm on Xinjian's shoulder and said:

"How old is this year?"

"Back to the adult, the villain is 19 years old this year."

"Would you like to go back to Wuhou Gate with me?"

"I can't ask for it."

"Okay, Master Fang Sheng, I bother you to tell the abbot, I took this little brother away from Cheng Kun."

Got it, Xuan Ku hid his face and left in shame, and the disciple who took the trouble to teach turned out to be this virtue, it was really his Xuan hard teaching that he had no way to come up with such a thing to eat inside and out. (To be continued) R466

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