The sunset, the streets, the colorful clouds.

Broken porcelain bowls, pale women.

It seems to freeze the frame into a realistic oil painting, which is beautiful and flawless, but when you look closely, it is full of holes under the canvas.

Fang Lang looked at the beautiful woman suspiciously.

Ni Wen fell into a stupor, her brain instantly buzzed out of proportion, and the panic in her eyes was like an overturned tea bowl, overflowing with tea.

"Ah...... A-Niang ......"

Ni Wen shrank her head, her lips trembled slightly, looked at the beautiful woman, and shouted timidly.

Fang Lang was stunned, A-Niang?

This beautiful woman is Ni Wen's mother?

The people around him are like flowing water, and the horses are like dragons, as if they have been pressed the fast-forward button, as if they have turned into colorful neon lights.

On the main street, only Fang Lang, Ni Wen, and Ni Ma remained.

The atmosphere was inexplicably a little awkward.

Fang Lang subconsciously withdrew the hand that was rubbing Ni Wen, and rubbed the head of other people's daughters in front of Ni's mother, which was a little inappropriate.

Why is it inexplicably a bit like the scene of catching that or something?

Fang Lang glanced at Ni Wen, who seemed to be terrified, and her petite body couldn't help trembling.

Looking at the beautiful woman who was staring at Ni Wen with her eyes, Fang Lang showed a harmless and warm smile.

"Auntie, I'm Ni Wen's classmate."

"The waves below, the party has to be the always, the waves that wander the world."

Fang Lang said with a smile.

First of all, we must remain calm, not panicked, not timid, and show a frank and clear conscience.

The beautiful woman's warm smile at the waves above was still cold.

"Girl, come here."

Ni's mother suppressed her voice and said.

She told her thousands of instructions and instructions, but why didn't this girl listen?

Still entangled with the children of rich families?

She has already dressed Ni Wen so tacky and old-fashioned, why is she still so?

Under the sunset just now, the picture of Fang Lang rubbing Ni Wen's head was like a steel needle piercing her heart, like a reincarnation, which was the beginning of her nightmare.

However...... Now, is it going to happen again to her daughter?

Why did God bully our mother and daughter like this?!

There was endless sorrow in the beautiful woman's heart, the fatigue of life did not crush her, did not make her cry, but at this moment, it hit her heart hard, so that the tears in her eyes couldn't help but roll down.

She didn't question, she didn't scold, she just was helpless about fate.

"A-Niang...... Auntie doesn't cry......"

Ni Wen saw the beautiful woman's irrepressible tears of sadness in the sunset, she was completely panicked, she rushed to the beautiful woman, helped the beautiful woman clean up the dishes, picked up the flat burden, and pulled the beautiful woman away and disappeared into the long street.

The sunset is slanting in the west, and the figures of the mother and daughter who depend on each other are very long, very long.

Fang Lang stood in place in a daze.

Looking at the mother and daughter who disappeared into the flow of people on the long street, the mood was a little low for a while.

……

……

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south.

Autumn is high and cool, and the moon shines on the frost all over the ground.

Fang Lang didn't think about Ni Ma and Ni Wen anymore, mainly because it was useless to think about it.

On Yuehua, he knelt cross-legged on the bed, pinching the spirit crystal in his palm, and when the three bonds were opened, the spiritual energy in the spirit crystal was extracted and pulled like flowing water.

Today's Fang Lang is a third-stage sword master, and the aura of a low-grade spirit crystal surging into his body has little impact.

At the level of a sword master, it is one thing to absorb aura, but it is more important to pay attention to the transformation of aura into sword aura.

When the aura in the dantian is transformed into ten percent sword qi, it means that it has the qualification to impact the three grades of the sword cultivation profession.

Fang Lang's mind moved, and he called up Jiang Linglong's system panel.

……

Bond: Jiang Linglong

Age: 15

Cultivation: Nine-section Sword Master (Sword Cultivation Second Grade)

Root Bone: 55 (Gold)

Cultivation speed: 15 spirit crystals per hour

Transformation Speed: 10 wisps/hour (Aura→ Sword Aura)

……

Jiang Linglong's cultivation has improved again, reaching the ninth rank sword master, and the aura absorption speed has also increased a lot!

The most important thing is that as Fang Lang's cultivation stepped into the sword master level, there was also an extra column in the fetter object panel, the speed bar for the transformation of aura to sword qi.

The binding of the fetters is also a bonus to this.

But it's a pity that even if there is a bonus, there is no cultivation exercise, and without the exercise bonus, the transformation speed of sword qi is still very slow.

Fang Lang reined in his mind and planned to continue his cultivation.

But there was a slight knock on the door.

The old man shouted softly outside the door, Fang Lang got up and opened the door, and the old man walked in with a smile with a bowl of hot chaos.

"The combination of work and rest, relaxation and relaxation is the way of cultivation, come and eat a bowl of chaos."

"The scientific expedition is imminent, relax when you should relax, don't put too much pressure on yourself, let's do our best."

The old man said with a smile.

Fang Lang was not polite, and sat down to eat.

Old Fang looked at Fang Lang with a smile, Fang Lang's efforts during this time, he saw it in his eyes.

He didn't know why Fang Lang worked so hard, but he, as a father, would only support his son unconditionally.

Although, Lao Fang felt that even if Fang Lang's scientific examination failed, he would be able to provide Fang Lang with a family fortune that could be spent for the rest of his life.

After Fang Lang finished eating, he only felt warm in his abdomen, and Lao Fang was not in a hurry to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, chatting with Fang Lang, obviously wanting to help Fang Lang relieve his tension.

Fang Lang laughed a little, but he didn't resist much, and chatted with Lao Fang a lot.

The moon is darkening, and the stars are dotted in the night sky.

After the old man yawned and left, Fang Lang sat cross-legged on the bed again, looked at the sky with a fish's belly white outside the sky, slowly exhaled a breath, turned out a spirit crystal, and continued to absorb the spiritual energy.

……

……

The Tang calendar is 276 years old.

On the ninth day of August, there was rain.

The triennial Datang scientific expedition, with a long autumn rain, came as scheduled.

The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

The dripping autumn rain is like a big net, netting the entire Luojiang City.

It seems that in front of the door, Lao Fang has asked the carriage driver to prepare early, today is the day when Fang Lang participates in the scientific expedition, how can he not care?

He went to bed early last night and deliberately pushed away all business entertainment, just to personally send Fang Lang into the examination room today.

The old man held the umbrella for Fang Lang, his face was full of nervousness, and the autumn rain wet his half-shoulder shirt, but he didn't care at all, and kept asking Fang Lang not to be nervous.

Fang Lang was a little helpless, obviously you are more nervous than me, to be honest, in the scientific examination in Luojiang City, in fact, he is not worried, what he cares about is the scientific examination after entering Beijing.

As for whether he can enter the palace test, Fang Lang is still a little confident in his current strength.

The wheels of the carriage crushed the autumn rain and autumn leaves in the ground, driving on the main street of Luojiang City, both sides of the street became much quieter, and there were patrolling officials who braved the autumn rain to expel some vendors who occupied land indiscriminately, making Luojiang City much quieter, giving the students a quiet environment.

Luojiang Gongyuan.

The Gongyuan is a place specially used for scientific research, which is open once every three years, and most cities do not have Gongyuan, so students from academies in many other areas will rush to the nearest city with Gongyuan before the scientific examination.

When the carriage of Fangfu Xu traveled to the Gongyuan, there was already a crowd of people in front of the Gongyuan, the parents who sent the exam, the attendants who accompanied them, and the students who participated in the scientific examination, generally combined, there were about 10,000 or 20,000 people.

It is not a small number, which makes the Luojiang Gongyuan, which is located in the hazy autumn rain, congested and noisy.

Fortunately, the official mission of the government personally dispatched to clear the road for the candidates, and went straight to the front of the Gongyuan, which made the order much more stable.

"Son, take it easy, just do your best, let's leave no regrets!"

"I really can't pass the exam, let's go home, my father has prepared 10,000 acres of fertile land, five restaurants, and Sanjofang City for you...... Don't be too burdened! ”

The old man clutched his umbrella nervously and excitedly and said.

The words fell, and the parents of several candidates who accompanied the exam around glanced over silently.

Fang Lang smiled, responded to the old Fang's words, then dusted off a grain of autumn rain stained on the green shirt, took out the exam sticker and strode towards the tribute courtyard, in front of the vermilion tribute courtyard, took out the exam sticker, and after the official confirmed, he entered the preparation room.

The old party did not go back, standing outside the tribute courtyard under the autumn rain, looking forward to it.

……

……

The material is steep and cold, and the ice and rain are a grain.

Wen Ting stood on the top floor of the academy's teaching building, wearing a hat and a plain shirt, holding a sword, the hilt of which pointed obliquely at the gloomy sky.

Dean Cui stepped on the autumn rain and floated here, which was also in the direction of Xiaowang Gongyuan.

"According to the news from Beijing, this scientific expedition is known as the most difficult scientific expedition in two hundred years...... Zai Fu Lu Taixuan personally came up with the question, and there was even news that the one in the deep palace also had a question, and it was rumored that this question was ...... Related to the Jiang family......"

Dean Cui picked up a grain of autumn rain and looked deeply: "Emperor Tang's mind is unfathomable, is this a signal?" ”

Wen Ting didn't respond, just pressed the hat, and the rain spilled down the edge.

He looked in the direction of Luojiang Gongyuan, and in a trance, he could see the students rushing into the examination room.

Even a little cold autumn can't hide the vigorous vitality of the students, this is a group of young fish who are leaping towards the dragon gate to change their fate.

He taught them for three years, hoping that at this moment, these little ones would be able to gain something.

Live up to three years of practice.

……

……

"W-"

The thick and melodious bell of Luojiang Gongyuan rang and spread throughout Luojiang City.

Candidates enter the venue with the test sticker.

In the main hall of the Gongyuan, dozens of vermilion portals are opened at the same time, and the people stand with swords on their shoulders, with a serious expression, and the examination rooms in the hall are even more polite and partial.

In front of each portal, there is a magic array slowly turning, and the candidates can pass through the magic array to reach their respective positions for reference, and the magic array is used to search for whether the candidates have smuggled fraud pills, talismans, etc. into the examination room.

After Fang Lang passed the magic array, he found his exam seat table and sat down.

The surrounding candidates are all in place, either contemplative, or exhaling, or grinding ink and meditating.

After all the candidates entered the examination and the chief examiner of the Ministry of Rites who invigilated the examination read out the matters to be noted in the examination room, his mind fluctuated and he pinched the seal.

The curtain of the Gonglong corridor fell, and the silent array opened, isolating the noise and the sound of rain falling tiles.

After opening the monitoring array again, the chief examiner and everyone took the same exam and waited for the opening bell to ring, and the entire Gongyuan was silent and the atmosphere was solemn.

"W-"

The second bell struck.

The examiner, dressed in an official robe, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining.

"It's time for the exam!"

The words fell.

The examiners began to hand out the papers.

The sound of rattling paper resounded endlessly, as if it was converging into the sound of pouring rain.

Fang Lang grinded the ink, the wolf sucked up enough ink, his eyes fell on the title of the volume, the rich ink fragrance came to his nose, and he fell into silence.

From the past life to this life.

Two lifetimes, two lifetimes.

This may be the real fate-changing exam.

……

Imperial capital, Chang'an Gongyuan.

Jiang Linglong's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and he rolls up his sleeves and lifts the pen.

……

Ni Wen bit her lip, with firmness under her pale complexion, and she also put pen to paper.

……

Liu Bubai raised his chin, his confidence was extraordinary, and his pen flew like a sword.

……

Outside the Gongyuan, the autumn rain was misty.

Fang Lang smiled.

The ink color is smudged, and the pen is also rolled.

PS: On Monday, ask for fresh recommended tickets~