After leaving the inn with the little fat man, Fan Qingsong returned to Shijian Village and returned to Zhang Mazi Tavern. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Mazi and the village chief looked at the eye-catching purple six-pointed star on Fan Qingsong's blood seal badge, and their excited hearts couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the eyes of the village chief and Zhang Mazi, Fan Qingsong was far beyond their imagination.

Fan Qingsong doesn't look like a peerless genius teenager no matter how he looks at it.

In their eyes, Fan Qingsong usually talks and behaves more steadily than ordinary people. Fan Qingsong's rules of life and daily life are more self-disciplined than ordinary people. Fan Qingsong is more serious in his work, and nothing else is there.

Could it be that these are the shining points of peerless genius?

Oh my!

Is there a little more genius than ordinary people?

Is this genius?

Yes, genius is just a little bit more than ordinary people, just a little bit of gap, and over time, geniuses are getting better and better, getting better and better.

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Since turning on his blood power, Fan Qingsong felt that he had abundant vitality and vitality all over his body every day.

Under the guidance of the old man Zhang Mazi, he quickly cultivated and broke through the four grades of the ghost swordsman.

Now Fan Qingsong can slowly control the blood movement in his body, let the blood generate blood power, and then transform it into an energy that can attack or defend through the sword in his hand.

It's a new day again, and the morning air is very humid, which is very suitable for outdoor sports.

Fan Qingsong started his morning exercise in a forest, and wisps of gas were coming out of the sword in his hand at the moment, and the fallen leaves falling from the branches of the trees in the forest were split into two and flew away in all directions before they touched the sword in Fan Qingsong's hand.

Zhang Mazi watched all this from a distance, stroked his representative goatee, looked appreciative, and nodded slightly.

Three days later, the blood generated by the blood in Fan Qingsong's body seemed to be running faster.

The sword in Fan Qingsong's hand was constantly bubbling with cold gas, and the cold gas on the sword seemed to announce that the winter of the Holy Fang Continent was coming.

The last yellow leaf in the forest fell down, swirling and flying in the air and slowly landed, accompanied by the coldness of the sword qi in Fan Qingsong's hand, the Holy Fang Continent began to enter winter.

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In the early winter of the Liuyun Imperial Capital, the slightest cold wind swept by, and there were no flowing clouds in the sky, only a blue sky.

It seemed that the sky had become much higher and wider.

Looking up, he didn't wait to see the Nine Heavens.

The cold wind hit, his eyes blurred and he lowered his head.

At the top of a cliff on the outskirts of the imperial capital, Fan Qingsong stood at the top of the cliff and looked down at the magnificent capital not far in front of him.

The cold wind howled, like a leather whip in the hands of a giant began to wave, and the branches that had already fallen their leaves swayed in the cold wind.

There is a wide road under the cliff, and at one end of the road is the east gate of the imperial capital.

There is an endless stream of pedestrians on the road, groups of businessmen, and all kinds of swordsmen.

Fan Qingsong's heart has not changed, he just wants to enter Lingjian Academy and get the first person to cook wine held by the academy next year. Fan Qingsong's purpose in coming to the imperial capital is so simple, pure, and without any distractions.

After passing the marble bridge of the moat and passing through the Shizhang city gate, you will enter the prosperous imperial capital.

At a glance, countless mansions and art institutes and high-gate buildings show the style of famous families.

The Liuyun Emperor is full of unique scenery and historical sites.

Fan Qingsong bought two baked cakes at a roadside stall, and the baked cakes tasted crispy and fragrant.

Eating hot baked cakes and enjoying the prosperous scenery of this world in the imperial capital city may also be an alternative and high-quality life enjoyment.

After Fan Qingsong asked the steward of Fang City about the location of Lingjian Academy, he came to the location of Lingjian Academy.

When he left Shijian Village, Fan Qingsong had already calculated the date and would come to the imperial capital one day earlier.

The fifth day of the first month of the early winter season of each year is the enrollment day of Lingjian Academy every quarter.

Today is the 4th, and tomorrow is the 5th, which is the winter enrollment day of Lingjian Academy.

Come in advance to familiarize yourself with the environment around the academy you are about to enter, and be prepared, this is Fan Qingsong's consistent way of doing things.

Fan Qingsong looked at the ancient Lingjian Academy in front of him at the corner of the street, watching the reddish sunset sprinkled on the walls of the academy covered with green vines, and had an indescribable subtle feeling.

There seems to be an invisible force that is secretly pulling some element of one's own body.

The perimeter of the academy looks huge.

An ancient academy with a somewhat eerie gate with a stone plaque next to it.

There are eight eye-catching characters on the stone plaque:

More than nine days

The sword breaks through the sky

It is rumored that these eight characters were carved by the pure Jun Sword Venerable Qiu Qingquan when Ling Tian made a sword and wielded a sword, and the sword qi was carved on the stone plaque.

Judging from the font, eight characters are made of a sword.

What a big deal that is!

What a spirit!

What a free and easy way to do it!

How domineering!

Fan Qingsong looked at the eight big characters on the stone plaque, and it seemed that the image of Chunjun Sword Venerable clearly appeared in front of him.

The sun has set, the red glow reflects the entire Liuyun Emperor Capital, the young man stands on the corner of the street, and the eight big characters on the stone plaque at the gate of Lingjian Academy are reflected in the sunset......

It's like a beautiful picture.

If Fan Qingsong was not standing on the street corner at the moment, but directly under the stone plaque, he might have seen two butterflies behind the stone plaque slowly fanning their wings at this moment.

There are no butterflies in winter, but there are two of them here, one red and one basket.

Fan Qingsong stayed at the post station near the academy, just waiting to enter the Lingjian Academy tomorrow morning.

The post station was very large, and the people were also very mixed, and a young man in blue walked in with a specially made sword.

I walked in proudly......

He was very proud, because his surname was Chen, his name was Chen Zhe, and he was the young city lord of Baiyun City.

He is also a genius, a genius of some pride!

The sword that Chen Zhe was holding in his arms was the twenty-four swords of Tiangang among the one hundred and eight swords in the famous sword spectrum.

The reason why the twenty-four swords of Tiangang are more special, so when the sword is cast, the blood of the nine-tailed silver fox is used to cool the sword body, the bone of the nine-tailed silver fox is used as the hilt, and the tail of the nine-tailed silver fox is used as the sword spike.

Chen Zhe has come to the Liuyun Imperial Capital more than once, and the purpose of this visit is naturally to enter Lingjian Academy, and he is proud to bet with others to be the first person to cook green plum wine in Lingjian Academy next year.

He's so proud that he thinks he's not going to lose.

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"This Liuyun Emperor is really big, it's so fun. ”

The little fat man panted and stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth and appeared at the door of the inn.

"This post station is really big, I don't know if Brother Fan Qingsong is here, I'm too tired along the way, let's open a room and rest early!"

Chen Zhe was at the counter of the post station, and saw a funny little fat man, his eyes revealed contempt, and he said casually: "Soil buns!"

The sound was not loud, but it reached the ears of the little fat man.