This is just a joke, Tang Derun saluted: "Everything is dictated by Your Majesty." ”

Xu Mochen smiled, he didn't change the ranking submitted by the Ministry of Rites, covered the jade seal and handed it to Tang Derun: "Let them announce it." ”

In this way, the first imperial examination of the great cadres was declared.

The list was announced the next day, and the first place was the much-anticipated Ouyang Yongren.

Although the immortal cultivators didn't care very much, they were still a little interested in the rankings.

The champions of the list are like the stars holding the moon, so they naturally want to have a good time.

Xu Mochen, who was in the imperial study, also received a secret report.

Looking at these famous immortal cultivators, one by one, they either gathered in the Baixiang Pavilion or went to Manchun Tower to drink, he actually had a feeling of crying and laughing.

The people are open to the outside world, and there are many special industries that are allowed by the state.

But there are also places in the next level, especially suitable for literati pastimes.

There are provisions in the national law that court officials are absolutely not allowed to go, but it is not a big problem to go to a high-end club, and Xu Mochen has no reason to ask for guilt.

The world is full of dust, and he can understand it.

As soon as this celebration came, three days passed, and finally the day came to go to the country's prison.

Xu Mochen got up early in the morning, finished washing, and when he came out, he met the officials who came to greet him.

Immortal cultivators are still very concerned about various rituals, and they don't mind the emperor being in the limelight in this regard.

After all, the emperor is the existence of a spokesman for them.

All the way to Guozijian, this time the door was already full of officials, large and small.

After kneeling three times and knocking nine times, Xu Mochen took Tang Derun in.

On this occasion, no matter how thick-skinned he is, it is impossible for him to bring the harem group over.

There was only Tang Derun by his side, and then the two princes of the dragon clan and the little princess dressed as a woman.

As for Shu Wuyin and the others, they were worried that things would change, so they guarded the periphery.

It was not the first time that Guozi Jian Xu Mochen came, he took a look, recognized Yang Jingchen who he had seen before, and beckoned to him.

Yang Jingchen swallowed his saliva, and only then did he realize that the person who came earlier was the emperor.

He was miserable in his heart, as an official of the Guozijian, his heart was to Wendao, he didn't like to participate in the affairs of the emperor and the world of the ten directions.

But with so many people watching, he could only come out with his head on the head.

"It's nothing, I just feel that I have a relationship with you," Xu Mochen smiled, "Aiqing leads the way, and I will tell you how the Guozijian is arranged." ”

It turned out to be this errand, Yang Jingchen was immediately relieved, he hurriedly saluted, let Xu Mochen walk in front, and he followed behind to report.

This time, the number of students who were selected for the imperial examination was about 3,000, which was also unprecedented.

Therefore, Guozijian made sufficient preparations.

Formations are set up in all directions, but this formation is only for general defense.

After all, when you get inside, you may need to use Wendou, and you need to use magic powers.

"The meaning of Xiaguan and the others, after worshipping the Temple of Literature, let the top three come out to show off their hands," Yang Jingchen smiled and asked, "Just make an auspicious picture." ”

Let the students visit, the emperor is coming, there is no benefit, the officials of the Guozijian only want peace.

"Are you going to the Seven Songs Treasure Land?" Xu Mochen asked.

"Yes," Yang Jingchen nodded, "These are all drawn up by the Ministry of Rites, and they should have been submitted to Your Majesty a long time ago." ”

Xu Mochen remembered, but he didn't pay attention to it, but he couldn't say that he didn't look at it, he nodded pretendedly: "Then let's start according to what you have set." ”

Yang Jingchen received the order, he took the emperor to the main hall to rest, and he himself returned.

Not long after, when the hour came, firecrackers, gongs and drums sounded outside, followed by someone shouting "auspicious time has arrived", and the gate of Guozijian opened.

The students waited outside early in the morning, and the queue was also in order of ranking, and the first one was the champion list hand-picked by Xu Mochen.

These people are all dressed in light and elegant Confucian clothes today, and their robes are flying in the breeze, and they look full of culture.

"Your Majesty......" the person from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward to ask for instructions, "Please Your Majesty first." ”

Xu Mochen stood up, followed the official in charge of the agenda, and walked along the road as last time, until he reached the small bridge, and the man shouted, "Remove the clouds and see the blue sky!" ”

The space in front of him rippled, opening the passage to the Seven Songs Treasure Land.

Among the students, Ouyang Yongren has always been expressionless, as if the title of champion he has just obtained is simply dispensable for him.

He watched the emperor enter the Guozijian and open the passage of the Seven Songs Treasure Land, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

A voice came to his ears: "Lord! It's time for the final step. ”

He tilted his head slightly, and followed the third Tanhua Zhou Sheng behind him, his eyes flashing with excitement.

He thought it was a little funny, but it was just a plan to unfold with the trend, what was there to be excited about.

I really haven't seen the existence of the world.

It was not his willingness to take this step.

He has been talented and intelligent since he was a child, and he is a leader in literature and Taoism, and it is even more invincible to enter the immortal road.

Xianyuan is also good, it may be the influence of Wen Dao, he has never worried about Xianyuan.

But...... Even if he got to that point, it was still a little bit close.

The city in his heart can't be broken, and he can't go any further.

He wants to be sanctified in the flesh!

This is a dilemma, and it is also a dead end.

If it goes on like this, when the time is up, he can only retreat.

It's not that he didn't want to fight for it, but it's a pity that things like Wendao are sometimes more troublesome than Xianyuan.

The same article, different times, places, and moods have different understandings.

That's how the truth comes from.

He was unwilling, once he retired, then it would be very difficult to easily obtain the immortal fate in the future.

That's right, his true identity is the inheritor of a contemporary saint.

Ouyang Yongren was his real name before entering the Immortal Dao, but after entering the Immortal Dao, he no longer used it.

Especially after becoming a saint, the title of the Ten Directions World is only "saint".

So this time he generously took it out and used it without arousing any suspicion.

Watching the Qiqu treasure land open, although he looked indifferent, in fact, his heart was already overturned.

From the beginning of the planning to the present, the whole layout has been almost 800 years.

Today he is bound to win, and anyone who stands in his way will be wiped out.

Even if it's an emperor......

Thinking about it, his eyes fell on Xu Mochen, who was walking steadily and walking up the stairs step by step.

The first emperor who was able to cultivate immortals since ancient times, it is said that he may be the tenth generation of the Dao Xiaoyao Immortal.

It doesn't matter to him whether it's true or not, the important thing is that even if the emperor wants to stop him, he has a way to deal with it.

The Son of Heaven, in the face of the pressure of Wen Dao, cannot do whatever he wants.

That's another kind of power.

For more than 800 years, he had the confidence to influence one or two generations of immortal cultivators.

Standing at the front, he could confidently say that the three thousand students behind him were all his own disciples.

This is the saint.

(End of chapter)