Eight Calendars, Seven Towns and Twenty-three Years (Author's Note: Beijing, Unit, the so-called "One Ten Hundred Million, Hundreds of Millions of Trillion Jing Yuan", Decimal System, Not Fabricated by Myself, Records in Ancient Books), Located in the Eight Desolations, Nine Wild Mountains, Desert Capital, Chaoyang Valley Four Great Evil Places, as well as the Snake Forest, the Scorpion Valley, the Burial Immortal and other dangerous places of the demons, suddenly and attacked Kyushu in Middle Earth, Kyushu was caught off guard, ten doors and eighteen sects and seventy-two factions, the head of the righteous path at that time, actually lost two or three out of ten, one of which was one of the ten gates of the Xushan Mountain, and was tragically destroyed!

Ten years later, the demons occupied thousands of miles of the vast Shenzhou, and the righteous path finally resisted the offensive, building nine large countries, more than a thousand small countries, and tens of thousands of tribes, concentrating the power of human beings to resist foreign enemies.

Among the countries, all sects do not care about their past suspicions, and the founding of the National Council is based on the order of teaching.

Shihongguo is one of the nine great countries, Yongan is Kyoto, and the name of the national court is tolerant.

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At the end of the first month of each year, the beginning of February is the time for the assessment of the National Academy.

All living beings in the world, regardless of men and women, young and old, whether they are high or low, can be admitted to the hospital to participate in the assessment, but whether they can study depends on their ability.

Qian Yi stayed in Longcheng Valley for seven years, killed the demons for seven years, and said in the middle of the night, when you are tired, you will go to a crowded place.

So, in the early spring of this year, Chiya came to Kyoto.

Originally, with Qianyi's footsteps, although it was far from Longcheng Valley to Yong'an, it was enough for one day, but three thousand family books greatly delayed his trip, but fortunately, he set off early, so when he arrived in Yong'an, after delivering the letter, there was still one day before the assessment began.

Every year, when there is an assessment of Rong Guoyuan, the major inns, small inns, farmhouse firewood houses, and east kitchen thatched houses are almost all occupied by people who rush to take the exam, and Qian Yi naturally has no place to live, however, Qian Yi has almost never lived in any normal place since he left his hometown with the night, either a cave, or a tree nest, and even sometimes sleeps in a bird's nest, and when he woke up, he saw the giant bird "sharpening his knife Huohuo", so he didn't care about it, and went to the south of the city.

There is a mountain in the south of the city, and at the bottom of the mountain is the Rongguo Temple.

Qianyi walked all the way, while walking, the east was white.

The sky is fine, but the spring rain is still greedy for last night's dream, like a light veil covering Kyoto, all in the haze.

Perhaps because he knew that these days were the time when candidates from all over the world entered Beijing, and the market opened much earlier than in the past, when Qian Yi walked to the market, the clamor had already changed, so he bought a few freshly baked meat buns, carried two roast chickens, brought five catties of beef, and thirty catties of good wine, and then left leisurely.

At the foot of the mountain, the peach blossoms and jade dew, the spring breeze is taken care of, and the morning is lightly danced, reflecting the new leaves, like blue waves, quietly flowing eastward.

Qianyi smiled slightly, for him who has stayed at the border for seven years, and who has stayed in the night for fourteen years, good wine and meat, beautiful mountains and rivers, this is eating.

Qian Yi came very early, the morning light was still in full bloom among the flowers, and in the mountains and forests, there were only a few birds that woke up early, singing softly.

Qian Yimai walked to the top of the mountain, and didn't care that the rain on the ground was not dry, just sat on the ground, the bamboo basket lay on the ground, and the wine and meat were placed on the bamboo basket, facing the morning light.

In the past, at this time, there was a dead night, and it was time to chant poetry. Naturally, except for the first ignorance, looking at the old man's dashing appearance, I thought it would be a good poem, and I listened to it carefully, but I never heard it again.

The only time I heard it, Chi Yi was in the following month, and the sound of thousands of flies chirping in his ears always appeared, and he was very happy, as if he was a lump that had just been pulled out, which made him feel painful.

On this day, a thousand people are alone in the rising sun, and no one dies young;

The world is prosperous, coinciding with the spring rain after that.

The boy raised his eyes, smiled at the clear water and green mountains, and drank three liters!

......

There is Rong Guoyuan.

Liu Lao is playing with flowers and plants.

Sun Shanluo sat down at the stone table in the courtyard with a wine gourd, with a little joy on his face full of wine: "Third child, I saw a good doll enrolled in school this year." ”

Liu Lao didn't look back, the figure in the morning breeze was still leisurely, as if Sun Shanluo's words were just a sound of insects among the trees, and it wasn't until a while later that he said: "I am afraid that there is no one else except for the drunkard." ”

Sun Shanluo smiled when he heard this, and took a few drinks: "Then you have to be a drunkard with some skills!"

Liu Lao said: "How can you have the ability?"

"One person, one knife, safe and sound from Longcheng Valley to Yong'an City, is it considered to have the ability? After twenty-four cities, it takes thirty-seven days, and there are more than 3,000 letters sent home, and one letter is not lost, is it considered to have the ability?

Liu Lao didn't speak, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Sun Shanluo seemed to be interested, took a sip of hot wine, and said: "All the way to 80 million, meet a hundred and ten waves of demons, take a knife, and behead! When I came to Yong'an City, the Xuanzhong Gate was blocked by Zuo Xiang's fat pig grandson, and I didn't say a word, I took a knife and cut it!!

"Hahaha, happy!"

Sun Shanluo laughed three times, raised his head and drank again.

Liu Lao's expression finally became more obvious, and he was slightly silent, and said, "I have heard a little about the remnants of the demon clan who were seriously injured and almost died...... "After a pause, he asked again, "How old is that person?"

"But seventeen," Sun Shanluo replied with a smile, obviously very satisfied with the young man he had a crush on, "this son is outstanding in martial arts, and has an excellent temperament, it is difficult to compare with his peers, but-"

Suddenly, he frowned: "There is a fly in the ointment-"

"Where?"

Sun Shanluo looked at Liu Lao and said, "He didn't cultivate. ”

This sentence obviously stunned Liu Lao, his eyebrows were raised vigorously, his eyes revealed a sense of disbelief, and the figure of the flowers and plants also paused: "Kill more than a hundred waves of demons, and a single knife can slash the Heavenly Realm monks, but there is no cultivation?!"

Sun Shanluo's face was solemn, he swept away the previous banter, didn't drink anymore, and sighed: "That's why I came to you." ”

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No one knows the conversation between the two old men in Yourong Guoyuan, and no one knows that the assessment of Yourong Guoyuan actually started a long time ago, and some people who still seize the day before the assessment, look for flowers and ask willows, and indulge in a lot of people, which is really a pity.

On the South Mountain, Qianyi was drunk on the top of the mountain, the mountain wind was gentle, and there was no one in sight, but he was not lonely-

The little white dog woke up with a scream when Qianyi feasted for less than half an hour, because there was a dog Daxian Tuo dreamed of it, and Qianyi was eating a big meal without conscience, so he never thought that he was lazy for food, and he didn't care about the dream, and his eyes didn't open, so he pounced on the fragrance, whatever he wanted, he bit it for a while!

The strong aroma had long since made the little white dog forget the bowl of noodles an hour ago, as if it were hundreds of years ago......

At night, a man and a beast lie in the grass, sleeping with the spring breeze.

The next day, in the 38th year of the Hongli Heavenly Book, on February 2, the assessment of Yourong Guoyuan officially began.