Linzi Town is only a few dozen miles away from the capital, the road is smooth, Bai Ze looked at the kung fu of the talisman for a while, the carriage turned around the foot of the mountain, and a big city rising from the ground appeared in sight.

The dragon qi of the rolling dynasty gathered around the capital, and there was a faint dragon-shaped figure rising into the sky in the middle, Bai Ze looked at the dragon-shaped qi luck in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel that his eye sockets were like fire.

Bai Ze didn't dare to look anymore, rubbed his eyes, and asked in an inquiring voice behind him, "Childe, have we arrived in the capital?"

Bai Ze looked behind when he heard the sound, the pale face of the scholar Noble was timid, and there was suspicion in his eyes, looking at Bai Ze's familiar face, but he was bold enough to continue to ask:

"Childe, I heard that there is imperial luck in the capital, and demons and evil are easy to dispel. When we get there, let's go to the doctor after bathing and fasting, and then pay homage to the Taoist hall and the saint Wen, and we will surely cure your soul loss. ”

Bai Ze smiled helplessly, and could only agree. But Noble had a more confused look on his face, staring suspiciously at his every move.

Unlike the first two worlds, there are no relatives and no acquaintances. Yu Ziyu, who was replaced by Bai Ze, not only has parents and relatives, but also took the scholars who grew up together when he went to Beijing to take the exam.

Although there is not much contact, Bai Ze is very different from the original owner of the body from his behavior and speech to speech. In the past few days when Noble has been sick, he has vaguely observed his son-in-law and found that he seems to have completely changed a person.

This morning, Noble tested Bai Ze in his words, asking about things when he was a child. Bai Ze immediately understood that he had aroused suspicion, so he could only infer that he had lost his soul and forgot the original thing.

However, Noble was obviously suspicious, and his gaze at Bai Ze was both probing and a little evasive, urging him all the time.

The closer you get to the capital, the more severely the spell spiritual power is suppressed. When he arrived at the gate of the city, even if Bai Ze felt a spirit, the divine soul could not control the slightest external aura, but a pair of divine and ghost eyes could still see, but the sight distance was also severely oppressed.

Seeing Bai Ze walking into the capital unimpeded, Noble couldn't help but feel puzzled. He had never believed in Bai Ze's claim of lost soul, and he had never heard of anyone who had lost his soul, his eyes were bright, and his body became stronger, but his taste for eating and his life and rest had all changed.

Noble has always suspected that some kind of monster occupies his son's body, otherwise how could he have obviously taken the big exam, and he didn't study the subset of scriptures and history in the room, but he went out early and returned late every day, and got a lot of silver money from nowhere.

But when he came to the capital, this monster was not what the old man in the countryside said, and he would be oppressed back to his original form by the dragon qi. Noble is even more worried in his heart, I'm afraid that the monster that occupies his son is not ordinary!

Because this world is not big, entering Beijing to take the exam is a talent test, and after the examination, it is immediately followed by the Gongsheng and the palace examination. These three life-defining exams are coming one after another in the same place, and they will be completed one after another at the beginning of spring and summer.

It is conceivable that this three-year opportunity for a carp to jump over the dragon gate will attract many scholars and talents.

Because of the late arrival, the cheap restaurants and well-located small courtyards in the city have already been rented. Bai Ze didn't want to sleep in a chase shop, and he didn't want to share a house with others. But fortunately, he was not short of a few taels of silver, so he rented a small courtyard on the edge of the city.

This small courtyard is far away from the imperial city, and it is a little far away from the place where literati drinking parties are often held, so it is a remote place. However, Bai Ze is very satisfied with the seclusion here, and he is not really here to take the top prize, what does the literati drinking party have to do with him.

It was getting late, and Bai Ze was still looking at the basic talisman, gesturing with the void in his hand. Noble leaned on the crack of the door and secretly glanced at Bai Ze a few times, exhaled deeply, and knocked on the door with refreshments.

"Enter. Bai Ze put down the basic talisman and looked intently at the door.

Noble hunched over, with a smile on his face, went into the room to put down the refreshments, and asked:

"Childe, the illness cannot be delayed. When do you think we're going to see Langzhong?"

Bai Ze frowned slightly, thinking about fooling the past, "Don't worry, I'll just go and see it tomorrow." ”

Noble's face froze, and he was even more sure that the person in front of him was definitely not his own son. But he finally tried it:

"Childe, you always remember the inn opened by a family of three near the official road. The boss of that place asked us to go to Draw Xianzhai to deliver a letter to his son, or I will send it tomorrow?"

Bai Ze's heart moved, the painting immortal Zhai as understood by ordinary people was mostly painted with charlatans, but for cultivators, it was one of the three major forces, and it was more likely to be the initiator of the great changes in heaven and earth.

Bai Ze thought for a moment, looked at Noble Hope's eyes, and thought that this might lead to a clue to leave the world, so he nodded in agreement.

Noble was even more confused, why was this monster in front of him not afraid of the painting immortal Zhai gathered by the Taoist priests? Lai Bao thought about it, and still concluded that the person in front of him was definitely not his son, it could only be that the painting immortal Zhai was full of liars, and there was no real person with mana.

Noble thought about where else the Taoist monks in the capital were famous, bent down to take Bai Ze's changed clothes, and exited the room. But he didn't know that on the corner of his clothes, a small pale red skeleton was shining slightly, as if it was echoing somewhere.

At the foot of the hill that Bai Ze had passed by, the thin Taoist looked at the big city in front of him, sensing the intermittent skull marks from a distance.

He looked at the dragon qi rising in the sky, and secretly thought to himself: he would inevitably be suppressed when he entered the city, and he couldn't use one or two out of ten mana, only the paper and clay in his hands could be relied on. However, Bai Ze's vigorous qi and blood will not be suppressed, and his skills and martial arts can be exerted ten out of ten.

Moreover, there are hostile painting immortals and dynasties eyeing each other, and the thin Taoist thought about it and decided not to risk his life. Although it may not be possible to encounter such a soul nourished by such vigorous qi and blood again, but if you find it a few more times, you can still sacrifice the ghost general.

However, such a good human sacrifice is really rare, and it would be a pity to let it go like this. The withered Daoist did it with both hands, attaching the mark to the person near Bai Ze, so that the skeleton mark could feed on qi and blood and exist for a few more days.

In case there are other variables one day, or if the two of them go out of the city, the thin Taoist can accept this fat human animal.

At dawn the next day, Noble went out of the city with an envelope, despite his unhealthy health. Bai Ze, who pretended to be asleep, got up and quietly followed behind Noble Treasure, wanting to follow him to explore and grasp the first-hand information.

The address left by the fat boss of the inn is near the capital, a famous Taoist hall where incense is flourishing. In addition to the traditional Sanqing, there are no other heavenly gods, let alone the land and city gods, but a picture scroll and a paintbrush.