When leaving the royal city, the guards saluted Su Ang respectfully along the way.

"This is for the sake of the little martial artist on the bar of the comrade and the great priest. ”

"I'm definitely going to suffer, but I'm going to obey him!"

"When Lord Su and the entourage of the previous dynasty were fighting, the officials who had withdrawn began to spread the word, Lord Su's righteousness was thin and cloudy. ”

"That Zhao Xin is not bad, I heard that he can also understand the law of beasts, and shouted that Lu Ying will kill himself and be loyal. ”

"Lord Su's comrades are also loyal martyrs. ”

"It's a pity that good people are too easy to take advantage of.

The royal city is very large, dozens of miles of road, and Su Ang's footsteps also took two teas.

When he walked out of the gate of the royal city, the great martial artist who was in charge of the guards of the royal city personally sent him and Zhao Xin.

Judging from the name of the official position, we know that Da Wubo and Xiao Wubo have a certain relationship, and in fact, this is indeed the case.

Of course, as an official of the upper court, Su Ang does not have to follow Wang Qing all day long, but when something happens, all the close guards must obey his orders.

Da Wubo was responsible for the preservation of the entire royal city, and he had greater military power than Su Ang.

So in terms of status, it is much higher than Su Ang.

But at this time, Dawu Bo Nanping nodded to Su Ang without confusion, patted Zhao Xin's shoulder again, and roared, "Good strong man!

On the surface, he praised Zhao Xin, but secretly, he also showed a little favor to Su Ang.

Su Ang politely returned the salute, and his heart was a little touched, because when he first came, Nanping was not confused and looked like he was doing business, and now this attitude can only be said to be fair and at ease in the hearts of the people.

"The lower officials still have something to deal with, thank you Lord Nanping, and say goodbye. ”

Suang bowed his hand and left.

It was more than fifty miles away from his mansion, and it was a long way to go, so Su Ang used the exit chapter to take Zhao Xin and Zhao Xin's heron eagle together into the vast snow.

After flying a few hundred meters, Su Ang couldn't help but glance back in the direction of the palace of the royal city.

This one flashed cold lightning.

A small snow-white sword flickered under his eyes, and suddenly turned into a dazzling black gold.

Wait for me!

......

Time flies, and days pass quickly.

Murong Bai couldn't grasp Su Ang's attitude, so he kept staring at the little Wu Bo Su Mansion that had just been added to the plaque.

After a few days, I found that Su Ang didn't move at all, and he was in the mansion all day, not even going to the court, occasionally showing his face, and also going to the place for fun to listen to small songs.

This made Murong Bai believe in his heart that Su Ang wanted to give up his job as the chief examiner of the poetry category.

After all, Murong Chen's life was pinched in his hands.

Deal with his own people, Wang Qing can't control it!

"It's okay, although it has added fame to the Su family, as long as the position of the examiner is not given up, it will be considered a victory. ”

Murong Bai stood at the top of the pavilion, looking in the direction of Xiao Wu Bosu's Mansion in the distance.

"But our reputation has been ruined. There was a young woman's voice behind her, it was Murong Bai's youngest daughter Murong Chenchen.

Murong Chenchen and Murong Chen, there is only one word difference in their names, but their identities are very different.

Murong Chen is the most remote branch of the Murong family, and he no longer has the aura of the family on his body, and Murong Chen even wants to be a pawn to fight on the battlefield for the sake of his future.

If it weren't for the battle in Western Chu, Murong Chen wouldn't have been able to know Su Ang.

And Murong Chenchen is Murong Bai's favorite little daughter, since she was a child, poetry, calligraphy and painting have been taught by famous teachers, even if she doesn't like Wenjie's cultivation and changes to the path of Renxia, it is also supported by the top famous teachers in Yao Country all the way.

Today, Murong Chenchen is only nineteen years old, but he is already a heroic hero......

"Father, we suffered this time. Murong Chenchen frowned and said, "The Su family has ruined your reputation. ”

"No way. Murong Bai said: "The Su family is Gongsun Fu's beloved disciple, in the original position, everyone in the world knows that Gongsun Fu is alone for the Yao Kingdom, but he has a family to help his father." The reputation of being a father is not as good as that of Gongsun Fu, as long as Su Jiazi can't be the chief examiner, it doesn't matter if he is a father's reputation. ”

"Hmm. Murong Chenchen replied and walked out from behind Murong Bai.

Her appearance seemed to be an instant light, and her delicate melon seed face seemed to be like a beauty in a painting.

If the slender figure increases by one point, the fat decreases by one point, and the skin is also like the finest mutton fat white jade, which can be broken by blowing.

"Besides, being a father doesn't care about fame. ”

Murong Bai smiled proudly: "If you do Wenjie for your father, your reputation will not be leaning on people with lofty ideals, everyone in the world knows that your father is good at intrigue, and is good at grasping people's hearts, although his father's reputation is worse, but his reputation for his father's grasp of people's hearts has been improved, and he can also get more sentient beings' wishes, and he will not suffer for his father." ”

Murong Chenchen couldn't help frowning, she was Ren Xia, and she felt that her father shouldn't say such things.

At the very least, you shouldn't say it smugly.

......

The night was silent, and the moonlight was bright and hazy.

The wind and snow had stopped the day before yesterday, so Su Ang set up a shed in the small courtyard, and while splashing ink, he took the time to scan the two hundred military formations of his comrades.

"Loyalty to the liver and courage are hard to break, and the charm is ghostly;

Where the clouds in the world are endless, the fire burns the nine hundred states of the company!"

The pen fell, the bamboo platform used to pad the white iron slip crackled and scattered, and the small silver mirror slip rammed on the ground, and it made a loud bang.

Ordinary Xuanhe, poetry is a thousand catties!

Moreover, it is the first Xuan He chapter of Su Ang to make a move with his own skills!

Tang Bohu laughed in the divine court: "The previous sentence is a little weak, otherwise this song "The Way of the World" can reach Xuanhe's fine quality, but ...... Yes, it's very good, in just two years, you have gone from not being able to write well to being a good writer who can write Xuanhe's chapters!"

"Thank you for your appreciation. ”

Su Ang replied lightly, not because he was in a weak mood, but because at this time, he couldn't produce any emotions at all.

He is not a human being, at this time, he is a mountain of letters.

Su Ang's eyebrows rose into a whirlpool, and in the whirlpool, a tall Wen Mountain roared.

Half of his soul was still inside his Divine Court, and the other half of his soul had completely merged into Wenshan.

The simmering fire is scorching Wenshan, and it is also burning the soul.

But it doesn't hurt.

On the contrary, there was a feeling of being refined and sublimated into his entire body.

He felt his skin tightened, his muscles tightened, and his bones tightened, but when it was all tense, his entire body suddenly grew a centimeter taller!

"Raise the level, it's done!" Su Ang said in a low voice.

............

In fact, Su Ang had already arranged it to clean up Murong Bai ruthlessly.

But unexpectedly, after leaving the court, he reached the most critical time to break through and become a lifter, and in five days, he took this step and became a real lifter.

It just so happened that he comprehended part of the sword intent of the White Dragon Sword Technique, and his mentor Li Taibai was in charge and promised to let him teach the White Dragon Sword Technique.

According to Li Taibai, even if he is qualified to open a museum to accept apprentices in swordsmanship......

"Keep practicing!"

Su Ang raised his eyes slightly, and found that Ji Ran, Bai Lige, and his comrades had all stopped from the drill and surrounded him.

"Master Su is a lifter!"

"It's lifted, congratulations to my lord, congratulations to my lord!"

The comrades were overjoyed, but Su Ang grinned with his teeth, grabbed the horsewhip and whipped it fiercely.

"Drill, drill! I finally comprehended the most superficial killing word of the White Dragon Sword Technique, so that I can turn the sword technique into a sword technique and teach it to you, don't you practice?"

"Do you know how I comprehend this, someone is calculating our brothers!"

"Give me honest drills! When the drills are done, his mother together!"

The soldiers and generals all gritted their teeth and continued to run to practice, but even Ji Ran, who was Wenjie, could not escape.

Because Xiao Tingpai's sword technique focuses on a trick character, and it doesn't match the white dragon swordsmanship, there is only Xiao Tingpa, and the mountain ghost who has just arrived from Chen'an County is waiting for Su Ang.

I have to mention it here, I heard that Su Ang became a little martial artist, and the new county public horse of Chen'an County went to visit the middle brother Suer, not only repaired the mansion, but also found a high-status clerk for Suer.

In addition, a commissioner was also sent to escort the mountain ghost to the capital.

Su Ang was also relieved at home, so he focused on the things in front of him.

When he picked up "The Way of the World", he felt as if he was grabbing a fluttering piece of paper, and a smile appeared on his face.

Really, I've become a lifter.

Without passing the lifting exam, he became a lifter.

After becoming a lifter, whether it is a famous chapter weighing 100 catties or a Xuanhe chapter weighing 1,000 catties, you can carry one as if there is no weight.

Not to mention the power of this kind of poetry, even if you smash people with your hands, it is still very powerful.

And, there's a place where this kind of stuff is well suited.