The majestic ancient Chang'an City is like a giant dragon sleeping in ink, exuding coercion, making people feel awe and admiration.

After Fang Lang got off the sword, he saw Jiang Linglong, Wei Sheng and others waiting for him in front of Chang'an City, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Grabbing. It's inexplicable, and I feel like I've been picked up in my previous life.

The rain fell in a trickling stream, falling in the smoke of Chang'an, as if condensed into a delicate landscape painting.

Fang Lang was very excited, he finally saw the old ginger, and he could finally squeeze the old ginger again!

Lao Jiang is the big one among the objects of his fetters, and while the palace test is imminent, he just squeezes more to see if he can go to the next level in the palace test.

Now it's okay, all the fetters are gathered in Chang'an.

Squeeze, squeeze well!

Fang Lang's eyes flashed, and the smile on his face became more and more kind.

Ni Wen and Liu Bubai also fell, Ni Wen was a little cautious and timid, Liu Bubai raised his head, looked at Jiang Linglong with a veil, and said with a smile: "Miss Jiang Pei, you are also here." ”

After all, Liu Bubai and Fang Lang participated in the Sword Asking Competition, so they can be regarded as familiar.

Chao Xiaojian and Wen Ting also appeared.

Wen Ting looked at Pei Xiao, who jumped off the roof of the carriage and was wearing a hat, slightly stunned, and then nodded.

"Long time no see."

Wen Tingdao.

Pei Xiao's delicate face, which made women jealous, didn't have much expression, just nodded indifferently, and then his eyes fell on Fang Lang's body.

"That Fang Lang who pulled out the Lotus Sword?"

Pei Yu spoke, his voice full of magnetism.

Fang Lang felt that the person in front of him was very cool, it was a kind of coolness that emanated from his bones.

"That iron red arrow was headed at you just now?"

When he asked this sentence, Pei Yu was a little unsure, but he smelled blood on Fang Lang's body, which was the smell of royal blood.

However, before Fang Lang could speak, Wen Ting strode forward, raised his hand, and grabbed Pei Xiao.

"Lao Pei, let's take a step to speak."

Pei Xiao frowned, and the leather scabbard in his hand was pressed against Wen Ting's chest, but Wen Ting was extremely familiar with slippery dodging, and then hugged Pei Xiao's shoulder.

Fantasy Fantasy. Pei Xiao's pupils contracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his voice raised an octave.

"Wen Ting! Let go of your dirty hands! ”

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Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was a little hot.

The sound of the wheels turning and crushing the stagnant water on the ground is very beautiful.

Along the way, Fang Lang kept discussing with Jiang Linglong in the carriage about the knowledge related to swordsmanship.

Lao Jiang wore a veil, but he didn't refuse, chatting with Fang Lang.

Chatting and chatting about Lao Jiang's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, some of the swordsmanship issues mentioned by Fang Lang made her also gain something, listening to the sound of raindrops outside the window, and discussing the problem of cultivation with Fang Lang in the carriage without restraint, this feeling ...... It's beautiful.

"Ding! The host and Jiang Linglong, the object of the bond, have an in-depth exchange about cultivation, triggering the passive cultivation and obtaining rewards"

Exploded!

This is an explosion, or a deep exchange!

It is worthy of being a well-squeezed old ginger!

Fang Lang was overjoyed in his heart.

Jiang Linglong took Fang Lang, Ni Wen and Liu Bubai straight to the Wuwang Mansion, and Wen Ting also stayed in the Wuwang Mansion, after all, the Wuwang Mansion covers an extremely wide area, and it is not so many rooms.

The most important thing is that if Fang Lang lives in Chang'an Station, although the three princes dare not kill in Chang'an, they can exhaust some means to disturb Fang Lang and not be able to practice well and affect the upcoming palace test.

Moreover, with the signboard of the Martial King's Mansion, it can also block many challenges from the top five hundred on the gold list for Fang Lang, saving a lot of trouble.

As the night deepened, Jiang Linglong arranged for Fang Lang and the others to stay, and then returned to his courtyard.

As soon as she returned to the courtyard, Princess Pei pulled her skirt, held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and trotted over on her toes.

"Ling'er, is that little party okay?"

"I heard that he lives in our house? Can my mother go and take a look? ”

"I can write 'If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it', and let my mother see if she is as domineering as your father."

Princess Pei Shi said curiously, and by the way, she stretched her neck behind Jiang Linglong to take a look to see if there was any figure of Fang Lang.

Jiang Linglong pursed the corners of her lips, just holding an oil-paper umbrella and looking at her mother quietly.

On Princess Pei's beautiful face, the smile began to fade gradually, and the expectation began to fade rapidly, and she shrunk her neck like a quail.

"Oops."

"The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad, and my mother's head hurts a little."

"Let's go back and rest first."

Princess Pei's orchid fingers stroked her forehead slightly, and then took the maidservant girl and walked out of the Linglong courtyard with small steps.

Jiang Linglong rolled his eyes speechlessly.

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In the small courtyard of King Wu's Mansion.

The candle flame is long.

Fang Lang crossed his knees on the bed and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He rubbed his eyebrows, the spiritual power that escaped from the shattering of the iron law red arrow was too much to replenish, making Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts soar to the level of a third-stage magician all of a sudden, making his brain hurt now.

The feeling of shoehorning in made him helpless.

He closed his eyes, thinking about the technique he had just obtained by squeezing the old ginger, the ice bow technique.

"It will be obtained through spiritual memory and spiritual transmission, and the authenticity of the spell will be solved from the causal level, so please rest assured that the host will practice."

Information about the Ice Bow Technique flooded into his mind like crazy.

In front of Fang Lang's eyes, a unique picture couldn't help but appear.

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Light snow is long.

The boy stood in the snow, his hands hanging down, his five fingers hanging in the air, and when a snowflake fell on the boy's fingertips, the boy opened his eyes suddenly.

The five fingers were linked, and the spiritual thoughts fluctuated, and countless snowflakes seemed to be pulled by the power of Xuanqi, and gathered into a snow bow in the palm of the young man's hand.

Take the spiritual thought as the string, and the white snow plastic bow!

The young man held a bow in one hand and a piece of snow in the other, and suddenly pulled, and the snowflakes turned into ice arrows.

Bend the bow, shoot arrows.

Snowflakes are pierced and strung together.

Day after day, year after year.

……

Fang Lang opened his eyes, the candle flame was more than half burning, and the wax was overflowing.

After harvesting a spell, Fang Lang felt that the swollen spiritual thoughts in his mind were much soothed, and it felt good.

After three days of waiting, the cooldown is over, perhaps...... Can you find an opportunity to secretly stab the third prince again?

This comes once every three days, maybe Fang Lang can rush to the realm of the third-grade martial arts master before the palace exam? Half a year later, it became a four-grade jurisdiction? Towards the pinnacle of life?

However, Fang Lang was just thinking about it, the cultivation of the third prince was definitely not weak, and the reason why he was stabbed by him was because a wisp of spiritual thought from Taihua's predecessor cut off his bloodline connection, making his body stiffen, and he Fang Lang found the opportunity.

If you stab the three princes with a big grin, I am afraid that you will be beaten to death. Grabbing

Let's take our time and look for opportunities.

Steady, don't wave!

Fang Lang shook off this extremely tempting idea.

Just when he was going to continue to stabilize his cultivation.

A dark shadow appeared outside the door.

"Let's talk?"

A cold voice floated in.

Fang Lang was stunned, got up and opened the door, and saw Lao Jiang's brother-in-law, standing at the door with a cold and delicate face.

"Master Pei."

Fang Lang made a move.

Pei Yu held the leather long knife, nodded coldly, and then stepped into the house.

"I heard that in the Qiuling Demon Que Hunting Ground, a wisp of spiritual thought from the Lotus Life Sword of the Taihua Sect Master appeared?" Pei Yu asked.

Fang Lang nodded and roughly described the situation.

After hearing this, a rare trace of excitement appeared on Pei Yu's delicate face, and after a long time, a touch of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head.

"Sect Master Taihua counts me as half a master, you take Liansheng, in Chang'an, I will cover you."

Pei Yu said.

Fang Lang was stunned for a moment, glanced at the long knife hidden in the leather scabbard, and then looked at Pei Xiao.

Pei Yu said coolly: "If I practice swords, then I won't be half a disciple." ”

After counting, he grabbed the leather knife on the table and planned to leave.

The corners of Fang Lang's mouth twitched, you speak so coolly.

However, I always feel that these half disciples, you are self-appointed, right?

"Master Pei, I'm actually a little curious."

Fang Lang took a deep breath and asked about what happened this night, full of doubts.

"Say."

Pei Yu stopped, concise and to the point.

Fang Lang was speechless, your personality and name really don't match.

"I'm the first on the civil and military gold list, the three princes moved me with such fanfare, didn't Emperor Tang react?"

Fang Lang asked.

He was very curious, the Qiuling Demon Que was only three hundred miles away from Chang'an, and it could be simply said that it was at the feet of the emperor.

The third prince made such an unscrupulous move to deal with him, and he was about to take the first place in the civil and military gold list, wouldn't it chill the hearts of the students in the world?

Pei Xiao was stunned, his eyes fluctuated for a long time, and he put the leather knife back on the table.

With a cold face, he slowly opened his mouth and explained to him.

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The night was thick like endless ink.

The wheels of the carriage crushed the traces of autumn rain all over the ground, scattering ripples.

Lu Taixuan stepped down from the carriage, opened the gourd on his waist, poured a sip of wine, and walked towards the palace shrouded in night.

Entrance to the Imperial City.

A figure walked out slowly, and the exquisite official robe, even in the dark, could not hide its brilliance.

As soon as Li Pu held the umbrella and walked slowly, the raindrops fell on the umbrella surface and gradually dispersed into a thick fog.

Lu Taixuan walked staggering while drinking, and Li Puyi came side by side.

The two stopped one after another.

The sound of rain falling seems to have disappeared.

All that was left was the sound of the two of them talking.

"Right Minister, since you choose to stand in the position of the third prince, you should assist well, the palace test is imminent, at the feet of the Holy Emperor, the third prince shot to kill the leader of the civil and military list, it is still too presumptuous, although the Holy Emperor is old...... But it's still there. ”

Lu Taixuan said.

"Lu Xiang, you are in love." Li Puyi said lightly: "This is a world of cultivators, everything is inferior, only the cultivation is high. ”

"The third prince is certainly at fault, but only because he has a straightforward personality, besides, if he is less than the eighth rank, he can't enter the eye of the Holy Emperor."

"As long as the iron law of the Li family does not fall for a day, all the people below the ninth grade in the Tang Dynasty will be safe and secure, because only the iron law is their hope for transcendence......"

"And the Holy Emperor ...... He holds the hope of all the practitioners in the world. ”

"There is one less leader in the civil and military gold list, and there are thousands of gold list leaders."

The tinkling of raindrops falling on the stagnant water was endless.

Lu Taixuan took a sip of wine in silence, and Li Puyi's words were like a thunderclap after the clouds, tearing apart the thick clouds above the cultivation world of the Tang Dynasty.

Smiling, Lu Taixuan shook his head: "That's right, if you want the Holy Emperor to stand out for it, it's really not enough to be just the leader of the civil and military gold list......"

Li Pu smiled: "What Lu Xiang said is right, the top of the gold list is indeed not enough, if you can become a champion, you will have the qualifications to speak to the Holy Emperor." ”

"This world is the world of the Li family, the three princes...... After all, it is the bloodline of the Holy Emperor. ”

"In spite of all the faults, there is always a high degree of tolerance, and the iron law is merciful to them."

"If that little guy has grievances, he has to become a champion first."

"However, he can't be the champion."

Li Puyi held an umbrella, dusted off his official robe, and continued to move forward, staggering past Lu Taixuan.

"This champion, Wu'er has decided."

"This is the era of my son."

Li Pu's words were calm, but full of confidence.

Li Pu walked away.

The rain is falling all over the ground, and the temperature is getting lower and lower.

Lu Taixuan took a sip of wine, and the wine entered his mouth, like a burning knife sliding his throat, and he smiled with his beard.

"Hey, Li Yuanzhen......"

"It doesn't feel good."

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Outside the window, the wind and rain gradually stopped

Inside, candles burned and wax spilled all over the table.

Pei Yu left.

Fang Lang sat on the chair, fell into deep thought, and for a long time, exhaled a breath of turbidity.

According to Pei Xiao, this world is the world of cultivators, and Emperor Tang is not only the emperor of mortals, but also the emperor of cultivators, and that iron law controls the hope of all cultivators to transcend.

Therefore, the Holy Emperor didn't care about it, but this matter, or Fang Lang's status, was not enough to let the Holy Emperor take care of it.

Only by winning a scientific examination champion can you have the qualifications to speak to the Holy Emperor.

Standing up, Fang Lang returned to the bed cross-legged. 巘戅wonderful book garden

After all, the world of cultivators depends on strength, and strength is the capital that makes people value you.

And strength is your foundation!

Fang Lang understood, in the final analysis, he was too weak, or he was not dazzling enough.

Fang Lang closed his eyes, and Pei Xiao's words echoed in his mind.

"That iron law controls the hope of all cultivators, if one day, like the Taihua Sect Master, you can tear through this piece of the Tang Dynasty shrouded by the iron law with your sword, and jump into transcendence without relying on the power of the iron law, then you will be qualified to truly talk to the Holy Emperor."

Fang Lang opened his eyes and switched to a state of bondage.

Around, Ni Wen, Jiang Linglong, Liu Bubai, and Wei Sheng's four phantoms emerged.

It seems that it's time to make an effort.

"System, use punch card!"

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