Luojiang Academy.

The autumn rain is like silk, like cow hair sprinkled, and the whole academy is full of poetry and picturesqueness.

Wen Ting was wearing a plain blue gown, with a sword sheath, hanging on his waist, and a tassel hanging down, a little chic and uninhibited.

faded away from the identity of a teacher, Wen Ting seems to have become the gentleman's sword that had been in Chang'an for half of the year.

"Saying goodbye to your family?"

Wen Ting was holding a gourd in his hand, and the gourd was not filled with wine, but warm wolfberry tea.

Fang Lang was speechless when he saw Wen Ting spit out a wolfberry residue.

Wen Jiaoxi's life is not only a sword and a distance, but also a wolfberry?

Ni Wen carried a thick coarse cloth bag with a lot of dry food stuffed in it, held an umbrella, and lowered her head shyly.

Fang Lang was good at talking, and only then did he take the bag from her hand and put it in the space ring.

Liu Bubai also came, strutting his head, exuding boundless confidence of "I am a genius" from the inside out.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Wen Ting summoned a luxurious flying sword.

After Fang Lang and the three of them climbed on the flying sword, Wen Ting took out the sword order and drove the flying sword to explode the autumn rain, as if tearing apart the rain curtain that enveloped the heavens and the earth, and shot away in the direction of Chang'an.

"Sir, are we going straight to Chang'an?"

Liu Bubai asked curiously.

Wen Ting shook his head while holding the sword: "Yes, it doesn't count." ”

"Taking you to a place for special training can improve some of your strength in a short period of time."

Wen Ting said with a smile.

Fang Lang was also a little curious: "Yunling Tower? ”

Wen Ting smiled: "Of course not, the Yunling Pagoda is under the control of the Ministry of Rites and is not open to the outside world. ”

"Where is that?"

"Demon Que."

Wen Ting's words made Fang Lang stunned instantly, not only Fang Lang, but also Ni Wen and Liu Bubai were also stunned.

From the textbooks, they know the horror of the demons.

It was an important strategic place connecting the two worlds, and with their strength, they went to the Demon Que...... That's basically going to die!

"Of course, it's not a real demon que, it's an 'abandoned demon que' that has been broken by the Tang Dynasty, abandoned by the demon world, and closed the world wall, but there are many demons left over from the demon world, as well as the unique oppressive power of the demon que, so after the Tang Dynasty occupied the world, it was rebuilt into a hunting ground for the disciples of all sects and factions in the world to experience and practice, and some powerful people to hunt and relax."

"With your strength, at most, you can only practice on the periphery of the hunting ground of the abandoned demon gate."

"If you're lucky, you can also encounter a few prey with a thin demonic aura to hone your fighting skills."

Wen Ting explained with a smile.

When the words fell, Fang Lang and the three of them were suddenly a little excited and excited.

Abandoned Demon Que?

That's also a demon!

"This time, you are on the gold list, and the academy will reward you with ten lower-grade spirit crystals for you to cultivate."

After Wen Ting finished speaking, he took out thirty spirit crystals from the space ring and distributed them to Fang Lang and the others.

Fang Lang didn't care, after all, with his net worth, ten lower-grade spirit crystals were nothing.

But for Ni Wen and Liu Bubai, this is a surprise.

"In addition, you can only practice in the Demon Que Hunting Ground for three days, after three days, no matter whether you have finished refining the spirit crystal, you must enter Chang'an, and the palace examination needs to arrive in Chang'an five days in advance and report to the Ministry of Rites, this is an iron rule and must not be violated."

"In three days, with the help of the pressure of the Demon Que Hunting Ground, it should be enough for you to refine ten spirit crystals, improve your strength, and if you are lucky, you can climb a few more places in the palace test."

Wen Tingdao.

The flying sword broke through the sky and ran rampant above the sky for a long time, and finally, it arrived at the Demon Que Hunting Ground, which was only three hundred miles away from Chang'an City.

Fang Lang sat on the flying sword, the sword box was flat on his knees, his palm caressed the hilt of the Liansheng sword, and the sword intent seeds in the dantian cyclone seemed to be inextricably linked to this sword.

Give Fang Lang a kind of sword...... It's a strange feeling as if it's come to life.

Fang Lang looked far away, and could even see the ancient city of Chang'an shrouded in hazy smoke and rain.

However, he withdrew his gaze from the ancient city and looked at the palace in front of him, which was constantly magnifying and floating in the air, like a palace sitting in the clouds.

An abandoned demon gate.

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……

Chang'an, the imperial capital, is ancient and magnificent.

As the well-deserved center of the Tang Dynasty, this ancient city is full of poetry that countless poets yearn for, but also has a prostrate majesty.

The ancient temple outside the city reverberates with the ringing of the bell for thousands of years, lingering in every street and alley of the ancient city.

Along the streets and alleys, swinging into the imperial city in the center of the ancient city, the palace is dotted like flowers, like flowers blooming on the earth.

Heavy deep palace, yellow glazed tiles glow with noble gold in the glow, and the vermilion high walls isolate the inside and outside, exuding a unique oppression.

The garden in the palace, the promenade of the water pavilion.

The third prince, Li Liancheng, slowly walked in the quiet corridor, and beside him, a handsome man in white, full of elegance, slowly followed.

The third prince stopped, looked at Xiao Se under the autumn mood of the court, took his hand, and said lightly: "The leader of the gold list this time is not you." ”

"Yuan Zhen, you disappointed me a little."

A slight apology appeared on the elegant man's handsome face: "Your Highness, I have disappointed you. ”

"Fang Lang's poetic talent is not weak, Ximen Xianxian, I am indeed inferior."

"As for the martial arts test papers, all three subjects of this sub are full, which I never expected."

Li Yuanzhen said.

"I was sloppy."

The third prince turned around and stared at Li Yuanzhen with a cold face, and for a long time, a smile appeared on his noble face: "You...... It's still so casual, learn from your father, everything must be well planned, don't underestimate the world. ”

"His Royal Highness Xie instructs, Yuan Zhen is taught." Li Yuanzhen said with a smile.

The third prince nodded: "I am very relieved to you, but I have not won the gold list this time, which is indeed a loss of my face. ”

"Whoa."

Li Yuanzhen shook slightly.

The third prince stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers grasped a piece of withered yellow fallen leaves wrapped in the autumn wind.

"Fang Lang is here...... The purple root bone, a rare mutated root bone, was beyond the expectations of His Royal Highness. ”

"No wonder Yu has been a blockbuster recently, Jiang Linglong is really good-looking."

"Yuan Zhen is well prepared, although this son's cultivation is far from yours, it is still not to be taken lightly."

The third prince squinted, looked at the dead leaf in his hand, and said.

The corners of the elegant man's mouth are slightly upturned, and the pear vortex is shallow, fainting like a plum in the winter cold.

He does not speak, as if he disdained words, but only responded.

"Let me guess, Fang Lang's strength is not enough, he can only sharpen his gun in battle and fight in the palace test, so Wen Ting should be preparing to take Fang Lang to the 'Demon Que Hunting Ground' for special training and practice under pressure."

"In this case, it is better to put more pressure on him, and order him to go down, and let those students who are after the five hundred gold lists of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian go to the hunting ground for a walk, if anyone wins the challenge, I will guarantee him to enter the top ten sects."

The third prince smiled.

"It just so happens that I should go and relax, so I will go and see this ...... Poetry has shocked half of the world's top gold list. ”

The words fell.

The three princes dusted their fingers.

The dead leaves trembled instantly, turned into fine powder, and drifted away and annihilated.

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……

The ancient gates of Chang'an City opened slowly.

Dozens of umbrella figures walked out from behind the city gate, which were the students of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian after the five hundred on the gold list, for them, after the five hundred on the gold list, they were on the list.

Losing the opportunity to choose a sect, the future is uncertain.

Now, the promise of the three princes has rekindled their hope.

They want to try it.

Challenge the first place in the civil and military gold list of this scientific examination.

This is in line with the iron law, they do not resist, and even look forward to it.

They serve Fang Lang's poetry, but they may not serve Fang Lang's strength.

In Chang'an, they are not qualified to challenge after the 500 gold lists, but outside Chang'an, they may not be impossible.

If you can win Fang Lang, it will not only become a good story, but also get the promise of the three princes, why not?

This is their renewed hope, and they easily do not want it to be extinguished.

Woohoo!

Under the leadership of the teacher, the students soared into the sky with their swords in twos and threes, stirring the air current, and galloped towards the Demon Que Hunting Ground, which was three hundred miles away from the east of Chang'an.

After the students disappeared.

A magnificent carriage slowly drove out of the city, driven by a figure wrapped in a red robe hood, the wheels crushing the dead leaves in front of Chang'an City and the afterglow of the autumn rain on the ground.

In the respectful salute of the soldiers defending the city.

The carriage went out of the city, trampled on the sound of hooves, rose into the air, galloped between the rain curtains, and went to the demon hunting ground three hundred miles away from Chang'an, as if to carry out a hunt to cultivate sentiment.

But I don't know......

It is a beast or a man who hunts.

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Chang'an, Wuwang's Mansion.

Deep in the courtyard.

Zao Wou-Ki stood respectfully outside the small courtyard, his body straight, and his blood was majestic.

The fluttering autumn rain that fell from the sky twisted away in horror.

In the courtyard, Princess Pei and Jiang Linglong sat in the house, with sandalwood and the fragrance of tea.

Jiang Linglong wore a neon dress and made a cup of tea for Pei's family.

Pei Shi held the tea in both hands, while peeking at his daughter, he pecked the rim of the cup in small sips, and the clear tea moistened her throat, making her long eyelashes tremble slightly.

Pei's is becoming more and more incomprehensible to his daughter, and her daughter is becoming more and more like her father when she grows older, and her majesty is unparalleled.

And she always feels like a girl who hasn't grown up, and she is always afraid in front of their father and daughter.

"Ling'er, listen to Lao Zhao...... Are you very familiar with Fang Lang, who is the number one on the gold list? ”

The princess coughed lightly and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Linglong had a faint smile on his beautiful face, and his beautiful eyes glanced at Lao Zhao, who was probing his brain outside the hospital, and the frightened Lao Zhao trembled.

The corners of Jiang Linglong's lips curled slightly: "Mother, Fang Lang pulled out the Lotus Sword of the Taihua Sect Master, you say...... Should the child deal with him? Should I protect him? ”

When Princess Pei heard this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise: "Is Taihua's lotus born?" ”

"Ah, this little guy is very powerful."

"I'll introduce it to my mother when I have time."

Jiang Linglong couldn't help but stroke her forehead, she is a mother, how old is she, she is always like this...... Innocent.

"Okay."

The princess suddenly smiled and bent her eyes, full of interest, and said: "Ling'er, my mother will read that Xiaofang's poem to you, this is the poem he first in the literary test, and it is actually more powerful than the poem of Ximen Xianxian who conquered the sect division!" ”

Jiang Linglong pursed her lips and smiled, and the princess read the poem, and she listened quietly.

The sandalwood is long, and the autumn is lingering.

Jiang Linglong looked at the idle and stretched white clouds in the dome outside the courtyard, his red lips were slightly curled, and there was a different color in his beautiful eyes.

There is a woman in Chang'an who is looking forward to the king.

Looking at the time, Fang Lang should also set foot in the imperial capital soon, and come to fulfill the promise between them.

I don't know what kind of attitude this sword-wielding boy from Luojiang Town will set foot in Chang'an.

She's really ...... I'm looking forward to it.

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