Civility is something that students can only have to a certain extent.

Ordinary people can't see it, but for immortal cultivators, it's not a secret.

However, Wenqi is not the flow of immortals and aura, and cannot be used to cultivate immortals.

Its more role is to gather and flow the literary atmosphere, condense into a literary way, and ensure the prosperity of Chinese literature and culture.

The scholars who can come to the capital to take the exam are naturally not mediocre, and when they see the words of the sage, they invisibly exude a literary atmosphere.

In fact, there are not many people, but so many students, more or less, flow out, slowly condense, and form a small cloud in the sky above the post station.

"That's right," Mi Luo nodded, "It's worthy of the capital, and it's much stronger than our Nanhai Dragon Palace in terms of culture."

The dragon clan belongs to the existence of a high-level bloodline in the demon beast world, and normally they don't need to learn.

Xu Mochen looked at the tone of the post station and always felt that something seemed wrong.

Tang Derun explained: "Your Majesty, generally speaking, there is no first place in literature, so the tone of the students is rarely the same.

Today we should recite the words of the saints together and be unified, so that we can come together."

As he was talking and perceiving, Xu Mochen suddenly found that a small wisp of condensed literary qi was pulled out and gradually sucked into the woods in front of him.

The vision, Mi Luo and Tang Derun, also saw it, and Mi Luo frowned: "Hey, is there an immortal cultivator extracting the Wen Qi?"

The literary qi can be transferred, for example, the literary qi of a talented person is extracted and injected into another person's body, and the person behind will benefit.

However, whether it is a mortal or an immortal cultivator, the number of this kind of forcibly injected temperament cannot be too much.

If you can't accept more, it's like cramming education.

Therefore, immortal cultivators generally don't do this thing, it doesn't make much sense.

But in front of me, what I saw was that there were immortal cultivators doing this.

What is it for, exactly?

"Let's see." Xu Mochen hooked his fingers, and the three of them retreated into the room, and while everyone was not paying attention, they turned into a light and swept towards the woods.

Following the silk thread of Wenqi, Xu Mochen and the three of them quickly saw that on the rock in front of them, a mouse-like thing was standing on its forefeet, with its pointed mouth pointing upwards, inhaling those Wenqi little by little.

Apparently I have sucked a lot, and my little belly is bulging.

"That's a puppet beast," Tang Derun recognized, "It's a little demon beast that specializes in doing things for immortal cultivators, it doesn't have any spiritual intelligence, but it's very loyal."

Mi Luo also said "hey": "This kind of puppet beast that can absorb the spirit of culture is really rare."

"Maybe there is an agreement with the master to help absorb the Wen Qi in exchange for the opportunity to enter the immortal path." Tang Derun guessed.

That is, the real person behind the scenes has not yet appeared.

"Your Majesty, do you want to ......," Tang Derun asked.

"No," Xu Mochen shook his head, "The student was extracted, does it have any effect."

Mi Luo is from the grammar sect, she thought for a while: "Generally, there is no big problem, but there is less literary energy, and my talent will be weakened, and the students of this post station, I am afraid that the imperial examination is hopeless."

A coldness rose in Xu Mochen's heart: "Could it be that this is what the two people from the Ministry of Rites said?"

Absorb the literary spirit of the children of the scholar clan and let them fail the test.

But this obviously doesn't make logical sense.

The little mouse absorbed it quickly, and all the Wen Qi hovering over the post station was sucked away.

As if it had reached its limit, the little mouse looked left and right, scurryed down and ran away.

"I'm going to chase after you," Xu Mochen commanded, "You go back to the post station and continue to observe these students, and there will be no changes in the future."

If the immortal cultivators want their lives, stop them immediately."

Xu Mochen didn't like the Shi clan, but they were human after all.

It's just a matter of temperament, this life can't be taken again.

Tang Derun received the order, but Mi Luo disagreed: "I'm going too, what is this kind of extraction of literary qi is the opposite of our grammar sect, I want to go and see."

Tang Derun was a little embarrassed.

Xu Mochen thought about it, Mi Luo has a lot of background, and he is a grammar sect, if there is something wrong with the matter, he can testify to himself.

"Alright," he nodded in agreement, "but there will be danger, you follow me closely."

Mi Luo smiled, "I'm no worse than you, and I don't need the Faint Lord to protect me."

After the distribution, Tang Derun returned to the post station to prevent the immortal cultivators from killing them, and on the other side, Xu Mochen took Mi Luo, swept away with his divine sense, and chased after the puppet beast and the little mouse.

This walk is more than ten miles, and the more he goes to the back, Xu Mochen finds that more mice appear.

Mi Luo's face sank: "Duanjun, it seems that someone specializes in extracting the literary qi.

Although you can't do anything and can't help your cultivation, if the students' tone is broken, you will make a big joke in this imperial examination."

Xu Mochen's heart sank, the first imperial examination after the founding of the country, the quality of the candidates was too poor, and there was a problem, and the one who was blamed in the whole world must be himself, the emperor.

When the time comes, the ministers will besiege together, and they will not be able to step down without guilt.

If it is serious, it will also affect your own national fortunes.

The fortune of the country dissipates, and he lacks the blessing of his hole cards.

It's really a good calculation.

These rats, coming from all directions, gradually gathered here, and scurried all the way to the cliff ahead.

Xu Mochen and the two followed, unhurriedly, seeing that they were about to approach the cliff, when suddenly a burst of coercion swept over, the two of them retreated rapidly, and a huge palm print appeared on the ground with a "boom".

"Two," in the air in front of him, there was a red-robed man floating, his face was pitch black, and his face was so black that he couldn't see his appearance at all, "The place ahead, it has nothing to do with the two, please stop."

"Oh?" Xu Mochen pulled Mi Luo behind him, "You are the immortal cultivator who stole the literary qi, can you leave your name?"

"Of course not," the red-robed man burst out laughing, "You are also immortal cultivators, please also ask the well water not to interfere with the river water."

"And what if we want to take care of it?" Xu Mochen was secretly on guard, and activated the three supernatural powers at any time.

The red-robed man pondered for a moment, "That's all I can say...... Die!"

After speaking, I didn't see him unfold the cave behind him, and only heard the sentence "The wildfire can't burn!" On the ground where Xu Mochen and the two were located, sparks immediately appeared.

Xu Mochen had been on guard for a long time, he pulled Mi Luo to step on the sword and fly up, looking at the sea of fire below.

"Say what you say," a hint of jealousy flashed in Mi Luo's eyes, "Which philosopher of the Grammar Sect are you?"

Hearing this, Xu Mochen's heart moved, could it be that this person is from the country's eunuch?

In the country, there is only one saint, and there are only a few people who can be called sages.

Two of them are in Guozijian, and Xu Mochen met not long ago.

"Not bad," the red-robed man smiled, "The little girl is also from the Grammar Sect, but it's a pity that you are only at the seventh order of the Transcendent Realm, so you are not my opponent."

Mi Luo was unwilling, she snorted coldly: "Good rain knows the season!"

A flash of thunder flashed in the sky, and then a torrential downpour of rain immediately extinguished the flames on the ground.

And Xu Mochen activated his supernatural powers, combined his swords into one, and shot towards the red-robed man.