At this moment, Qiu Ping even wanted to go to the ghost boy for a while.

However, this arrogant idea was quickly suppressed by it. He splashed his head with water and shook it hard.

"Little loach, you have to be sober, you are still a rookie, don't die." Qiu Ping didn't want to send it because his brain was hot, he still had a few catties and a few taels.

Now even if he goes to the Yin Division, he can only continue to play hide and seek with the ghost boy through the swamp, and his life is in danger if he is not careful.

"Click."

Just as he was thinking like this, the string of Buddhist beads in front of him completely cracked, and the beads inscribed with Arhats shattered into pieces, leaving only a series of ropes floating to the ground.

Qiu Ping rolled up the debris with a stream of water.

Now, no matter how he runs the Eight-Armed Maha Seal Method, there is no reaction to these fragments, and it seems that the power in them has been exhausted.

"It's a pity." When he didn't have the Buddha beads, he didn't even make any progress in cultivating the "Eight-Armed Maha Seal Method", and I am afraid that for a long time in the future, the realm of this method can only stay at the first level.

I heard that this Buddha bead was picked up by Bai San'er near the Luohan Monastery, maybe there are similar things in the temple that can help him practice.

A thought suddenly rose in Qiu Ping's heart, but he was quickly suppressed by him.

A temple can suppress an entire mountain of monsters, which shows that its strength is definitely not bad, and this is not something that he can provoke from a small god of the nine grades.

"Forget it, let's practice honestly, now that Hebo has a good impression of me, maybe he will give me a promotion at some point." Qiu Ping left those unrealistic thoughts behind, he played a small role, so don't always think about what you have and don't.

……

Taean in August is almost the best time of the year.

The summer heat gradually dissipated, the wind was smooth, a wide weir dragon river passed straight through the city, the cruise ships and cargo ships shuttled back and forth in the water, the people on both sides of the river were full of voices, so lively.

Now is the heyday of the imperial court, and everyone is in a real prosperous era.

"It's time to release the list!"

I don't know who shouted, the entire Tai'an City was boiling, and many people flocked to the direction of the government regardless of whether they wanted to do it or not.

At the entrance of the government office, it was already crowded with people.

For the land of a state, the triennial autumn township test is the grandest event, and every man who is admitted is a literary and opera star.

Jing Xinghuai was crowded in the crowd, his heart was inevitably nervous, he was even a little dreaming, and his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, soft and weak.

For the first time, he felt that time had passed so long, and he hoped that time would be faster, but he had a lot of apprehension about the upcoming release.

This kind of tormented state of mind is really torturous.

From showmanship to lifting, it is a leap from the mud pond to the cloud, and it is also a class jump.

The afterglow of his eyes swept over the other talents, and everyone's mood was probably the same as his.

It's just that Jing Xinghuai's heart is particularly bottomless.

Because he felt that his strategy this time was too bold, although he did not directly describe the political system of those countries, he also made some predictions in the article, and implicitly put forward the idea of limiting imperial power under the pretense of "the king of heaven is supposed to be the people".

After leaving the examination room, as soon as the wind from the outside world blew, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

These days, he has been a little stunned when he really studies the remarks of the well god, and the article is written too far from the sword. The article in the examination room pays attention to the stability of the four levels and eight stability, and it is best to do the dojo in the snail shell, otherwise there is a high probability that it will fall into the file.

After all, you wrote too much grandstanding, and if the examiner hires you, then whatever public opinion there will be, he will have to be unlucky.

"Alas, now I only hope to be promoted, even if I am the last one, I am willing." Jing Xinghuai muttered silently in his heart.

This year, there are more than 3,000 people in Qingzhou participating in the township examination, and only 100 people are admitted in the whole state, which is really scary, and the competition is extremely cruel.

While he was thinking wildly, the Yamen's documents had already begun to roll call.

He was reading from a hundred, and with each name he read, there were cheers and congratulatory voices from the crowd.

Jing Xinghuai was envious and nervous.

He also knows how high his own level is. If it is a serious exam, he will almost hover around 100, and if he is lucky, he can win, and if he is unlucky, he can only come back in three years.

Seeing that most of the list had been read, Jing Xinghuai's heart sank, and the hope of being able to pass the exam this year was extremely slim.

"Changning County Jingxinghuai High School six Yakui!"

Just when he couldn't bear to continue listening, the yamen clerk called out his name, but called out his name.

That short sentence was like thunder ringing in his ears, and he vaguely suspected that he had heard it wrong.

There was only a "buzz" sound left in his head, and all the movements around him could not be heard, and in a trance, he seemed to see the people around him congratulating him, but he didn't have any feedback.

Jing Xinghuai stared at the name on the red paper and black on the list, but the whole person seemed to be drained of strength, and he was about to fall to the ground when he was shaking, but he was quickly supported by people nearby.

"Congratulations to Master Jing for being a high school leader, next year I will definitely be able to enter the Shi and the first, and I will go straight to the top!" The eyes of the people on the side who looked at Jing Xinghuai again had become hot, and some businessmen were already thinking about giving their daughters to him as concubines.

The person who can be admitted to the sixth place is a masterpiece in the entire Qingzhou, and he ranks sixth among the more than 3,000 talents once every three years, what an honor it is!

Someone took the saffron and put it on Jing Xinghuai directly.

"Hey, I'm in."

Jing Xinghuai finally digested this fact, he was crying and laughing, basically the other people in the middle of the lift were also in this posture.

In the eyes of outsiders, each of them is talented and destined to be promoted. But for the vast majority of those who pass the exam, this is the persistence and tears behind countless days and nights.

"How can it be sixth, this span is too big." In the distance in the Yanlong River, the huge mussel essence opened its double shell, revealing a small old man from inside.

The little old man looked at the list from afar and the aura of good fortune surging above Jing Xinghuai's head, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Jing Xinghuai is a "spirit official" destined by Shinto, but in its original trajectory, this time it will only be in the middle and rank second-to-last.

But this time, his fate has all changed.

The old clam spirit scratched his head frantically, and now he can't understand it, which Shinto boss is laying out in the back.