Gengu Sinan is an instrument specially used to detect the quality of root bones.

Each college will have one, which is very precious and will only be used during the college admissions test once every three years.

Fang Lang also didn't expect that Wen Jiaoxi would really get this instrument.

It seems that his purple root bone may not be some garbage root bone, and he can make Wen Jiaoxi so surprised, and the quality should not be too bad.

Fang Lang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the root bone problem was finally solved, and the biggest hidden danger of the scientific expedition was completely eliminated.

"This is the 'Root Bone Sinan' borrowed from the dean, you kid should also be very confused about his own root bones, right? Just take a test, and have a bottom in your heart. ”

Wen Ting said expectantly.

Dean Cui also smiled kindly, stroked his beard: "I heard Wen Ting say, your kid may have a root bone mutation, so come and be curious, root bone mutation is rare, and the old man has come to increase his knowledge." ”

"Fang Lang, take it easy."

Wen Ting said.

Then, holding the root bone Sinan on Fang Lang's back, he slowly slid down.

The spoon on Si Nan began to rotate slowly, and on it, a little light began to escape.

Airplanes......

Purple spreads, a touch of purple light spreads from the center of the spoon, and finally, it shines brightly.

Ten points were burned on the Sinan plate, and the Sinan spoon was rotated to the sixth-point position, representing the quality of the root bone at this level!

Wen Ting was shot in the face by the purple light that burst out from Si Nanzhong.

His pupils shrunk, and he was shocked!

"Purple bones?!"

"Special mother's is really a mutated root bone!"

Wen Jiaoxi gasped.

Even the well-informed Dean Cui was a little shocked, if the root bone mutation of white products turned red products and red products turned into gold products was quite common, but this kind of eternal variation beyond the color of the root bone rating was extremely rare!

I'm afraid that the whole Datang world is the only one!

Wen Ting looked at Dean Cui, inhaled, "Dean, have you ever seen the Purple Root Bone?" ”

Dean Cui shook his head, stroked his beard, looked at Fang Lang strangely, and laughed: "I haven't seen it, but I have turned over the "Strange Bone Record", and there is a record of the purple root bone in it......"

"Three thousand years ago, during the period of the Eight Dynasties, a demon with purple roots and bones was born, but unfortunately, that demon finally fell into the hands of the Nine Rank Great Demon in the Demon World......"

"But what is certain is that the purple root bone must be good, and it should not be weaker than the gold product."

Dean Cui made a judgment.

His cloudy and old eyes flashed with light, and he deserved to be a little guy who could be appreciated by Jiang Nizi.

The Jiang family's investment in this son ...... It's not a loss.

Dean Cui smiled: "Purple Root Bone, plus your performance in the Yunling Pagoda...... In this scientific expedition, as long as you don't pull your hips too much, the top sects in the world should all rush to choose you. ”

"Even, you have a chance to hit the top ten of the scientific examination gold list."

"It is possible to become the first top ten on the gold list since the old man took charge of Luojiang Academy."

When Dean Cui said this, he also laughed heartily.

Wen Ting also put away the root bone Si Nan, looked Fang Lang up and down, and smiled playfully.

"Chao Xiaojian is still waiting for you to fail in the scientific examination on Shu Mountain, and then obediently go to the Sword Shu Sect."

"Your kid suddenly mutated and was snatched away by other sects when the time came, will Chao Xiaojian regret not grabbing you?"

"Purple root bones, Yunling Pagoda carries the seventh layer of Tianwei, and swordsmanship covers peers, tsk...... As soon as the scientific expedition is over, you kid will definitely become a fragrant bun. ”

"I had a fight with my gentleman's sword!"

Wen Ting said with a smile.

When Fang Lang heard this, he also laughed.

In a trance, he found that unconsciously, he also had the qualifications to choose the sect.

But Fang Lang didn't want to be more than that.

……

……

Autumn is getting stronger, and the third autumn rain since the beginning of autumn is pouring down from the sky over the ancient city of Chang'an.

fluttering and sprinkling, like catkins fluttering.

Chang'an is shrouded in smoke and rain, and the melodious bell rings in every corner of the ancient city of Chang'an, and every brick and stone is like a silhouette hidden in an ink painting.

The ancient city of Chang'an, the center of the Tang Dynasty arch guard, the center of the royal road is more than 20 miles long, the royal road is the axis, and the palaces on both sides of the layout are runes, making the ancient city seem to be located on the top of the magic array, secretly fitting the image of heaven and earth, thick and simple.

And in this inch of land in the royal road of the city, a luxurious carriage drove slowly, the wheels crushed all over the autumn rain, straight into the depths of Chang'an.

Approaching the scientific examination, even the high-ranking Guozijian was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

The carriage that had entered the deep palace stopped.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and the oil-paper umbrella was opened with his own hands, Jiang Linglong wore a veil and wore the robe of the Guozijian, walked out of the carriage, and walked towards the palace of the Guozijian.

Guozijian is different from Chang'an Academy, the inmates and students in Guozijian are all from prosperous families, and they are the children of official eunuchs in the Tang Dynasty, and their status is noble.

But according to the iron law of the Tang Dynasty, if they want to enter the court as officials in the future, they also want to participate in scientific examinations.

Jiang Linglong entered the palace, and the maid of the Guozijian took the oil-paper umbrella and drained the autumn rain.

In the palace, the eyes of a disciple swept over, Jiang Linglong's temperament was cold, like an iceberg that no one should enter, and slowly walked to his desk and looked through the textbook.

Many students retracted their gazes, and the sound of squirming discussions resounded endlessly.

A handsome young man, his eyebrows fluttering, chatting with his companions around him, his voice was high-pitched, as if he wanted to attract Jiang Linglong's attention.

"My dad came home yesterday and mentioned one thing, you must not know, I have first-hand news!"

"Yesterday, an interesting thing happened in the Yunling Pagoda assigned to Luojiang Academy, a student who stepped on the seventh floor actually caused the Yunling Pagoda to congratulate!"

The handsome young man's eyes sparkled and he said.

Many students around were also curious when they heard this: "Yunling Pagoda celebrates? It shouldn't be, there are many people in our country prison who have stepped on the seventh floor, and the Yunling Pagoda has never made a sound. ”

"Your father is a scholar of the Ministry of Rites, so you should know the trick in it, right?"

The handsome young man felt the focused gaze around him, and suddenly smiled: "My father didn't explain, probably he didn't believe it, I think this news is just laughing to death, maybe that person deliberately arranged the amplification array outside the tower in advance, grandstanding." ”

"Who caused the voice of the Yunling Tower?"

A student in prison frowned and asked.

The handsome young man glanced at Jiang Linglong, who was quietly looking at the textbook in his hand from a distance, and suddenly slapped the case with a "snap", raised his voice and said, "It's that Fang Lang!" ”

In the Guozi Prison, there were suddenly exclamations undulating, and many people glanced at Jiang Linglong, who was as quiet as a virgin.

"The Fang Lang who wrote 'will be at the top of the mountain and see the mountains at a glance'?"

In the Guozi Prison, there were several official girls who asked curiously.

The handsome young man pouted: "My father said, this person's performance is debatable, I think this person is sensational, disgusting, whether this poem is written by him is doubtful......"

In the palace, there was a cold autumn wind blowing on the ground.

The handsome young man's voice became smaller and smaller, and behind him, Jiang Linglong was wearing a veil, not knowing when he appeared behind him, and his eyes like stars were looking at him lightly.

"Linglong ......," the handsome man smiled elegantly.

However, as soon as the words were spoken, they were interrupted.

"Shut up."

"Martial arts, keep up."

Jiang Linglong said indifferently, turned around and left.

The handsome young man's face changed suddenly, but Jiang Linglong glanced at him coldly, and he still had to keep up.

A quarter of an hour later.

The young man had a blue nose and swollen face, limped, lost a tooth, and came back with a whimpering cry, but he didn't dare to spread rumors anymore.

And Jiang Linglong was calm, sat back in front of the table, and continued to read.

Many of the prisoners in the Guozi Prison trembled slightly, and they became more and more curious about the young man named Fang Lang in their hearts.

The ancient city is thick with smoke and rain.

The boy has not yet arrived in Chang'an, but his name has been spread.

……

……

At the head of the streets and alleys of Luojiang City, the green plants that poked out were dyed yellow by autumn.

Before you know it, it's the end of the month.

The scientific examination is approaching, the atmosphere is becoming more and more severe, and the students who return home from classes in the academy every day are full of solemnity and solemnity.

Even the business of the Teaching Workshop Division is three points colder than usual.

Since the last time he tested the root bone, a big stone in Fang Lang's heart fell to the ground, and now his body and mind are immersed in squeezing Ni Wen and Liu Bubai.

During this period of time, four punching cards were squeezed out of Ni Wen's body, and five forging cards were swiped out on Liu Bubai's body.

The frequency is lower than before, because with the improvement of cultivation, it is difficult to trigger the passive again for some ordinary cultivation exchanges, and the problems and actions that have triggered the passive before cannot be triggered, so there are fewer things squeezed out.

There is also good news, in Fang Lang's slow tempering, the cultivation that was originally stuck at the peak of the second-stage sword master finally pierced the diaphragm, transformed the aura into three, transformed it into sword qi, and stepped into the third-stage sword master.

Fang Lang's grasp of scientific research is also getting bigger and bigger, at least the title of the gold list is not a problem, but what Fang Lang wants is not just the title of the gold list.

Inside Luojiang Academy.

The 7th Book Building, 3rd floor.

In front of the bookcase, the students rolled up their sleeves and held pens quietly to write the scientific examination petition to the Ministry of Rites.

After the submission is written, you are eligible to participate in the scientific examination.

Fang Lang was also concentrating on writing, his handwriting was quite free, sprinkled on the rice paper, and the pen was wandering.

After the submission was written, the students handed in the scientific examination application one after another, and got the examination sticker from the teaching and learning, which marked the examination room information during the scientific examination.

Fang Lang also got his own test sticker and put it in his sleeve pocket.

He returned to the table and sat upright, looking complicated and solemn.

After the main table in the study building, Wen Jiaoxi specially trimmed the edges and shaved the stubble today.

He looked at the hundreds of students on the floor with a smile on his face, and there was a rare tenderness in his eyes.

Below, the noisy students also quieted down.

"From today onwards, you have truly ended your three-year practice at Luojiang Academy."

"The road of cultivation is long, and the practice is tiring, thank you for waiting for three years."

"I wish you all the best in the future."

"I Wen Ting wishes you, everyone can be named on the gold list!"

The words fell.

Every student got up from behind the bookcase, folded their palms and dropped their sleeves, and bowed towards Wen Ting.

"Thank you, sir, for three years of teaching."

"The teacher's kindness is as heavy as a mountain."

The voice was loud and neat, tearing and tearing the thick autumn mood that enveloped the entire academy.

……

……

The sunset is like blood.

The fiery glow splashed on the long streets, between the alleys.

Yang Zhengyi and Liu Bubai had already parted ways and returned to their respective mansions to prepare for tomorrow's scientific expedition, Ni Wen did not leave in a hurry this time, and deliberately walked slowly, hanging behind Fang Lang like a small tail.

On the bustling main street of Luojiang City, there is a lot of people and a hurry.

Ni Wen's cheeks seemed to be flushed by the setting sun.

She looked at Fang Lang, bit her lip, and asked in a low voice, "Lang...... Prodigal...... After the scientific expedition, which sect are you going to go to? Sword Shu Sect? ”

Fang Lang was stunned, glanced back at her, and saw the expectation in the girl's eyes, Fang Lang was also full of emotion.

Scientific research is a watershed in life.

If you say goodbye now, you may never cross paths again in this life.

Fang Lang smiled warmly and said, "Don't think so much, prepare for the exam well and go all out." ”

"Let people have no regrets in life."

That year, that day, that sunset.

Ni Wen bit her lower lip, her eyes fluctuated violently, and her small hands hidden in her sleeves were blue.

Don't you have any regrets?

Fang Lang smiled, stretched out his hand, patted Ni Wen's head, and gently kneaded it, like a waterfall of green silk flowing from his fingertips.

"Bang!"

Suddenly.

The sound of porcelain bowls shattering tore through this rare purity.

Distance.

A beautiful woman carrying a flat shoulder and wrapping a headscarf looked at the picture in the afterglow of the sunset in a daze.

Pallor.

PS: Three thousand five hundred words, not short! Three provinces of my body: no collection, no reward, no voting?!