It's noon.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of ritual music in the Ministry of Rites, Li Peiyan, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, Her Royal Highness Li Yu, the princess, and the officials of the court slowly entered the stone steps of the main entrance of the academy, followed by the envoys from all countries who came to the academy to pay their respects and many priests of the Xiling Temple.

At the end of the crowd, there were a large number of Xiling priests in red and white robes.

And there were so many priests who came to watch the ceremony from the Xiling Temple, not only the academy, but everyone in Chang'an City knew the reason.

The young man in the dark pigmented suit, walking from the road, looked extremely noticeable in the crowd, especially the beautiful cheeks with a slight pale color, which added a unique softness to this His Royal Highness Yan Guo.

Prince Longqing's beautiful cheeks were very white.

Well... It was beaten.

Around the wide courtyard, the professors and professors of the academy who sat on uneven chairs and watched the opening ceremony of the second floor many times did not greet the prince and the princess.

Because today is the home of the college.

But these teachers looked at the dragon and phoenix prince who came in the shadow of the sunshine, and some people put down the melon seeds or teacups in their hands and stroked their palms, looking like they were not stingy with applause.

At this moment, a young woman with a sword appeared abruptly, wearing a low crown and a hot bearing.

At that time, Chen Pipi suddenly thought of what Lu Ze said to me later, and I spoke loudly: "The master said that he would only accept one disciple, but he said that only one person will be recruited on the seventh floor this year, and Deng Sheng will always be true..."

There was no one in the field, and Chu Zhongtian had the same idea. But before the people could see the scholar from the Moon Wheel Country fainting and falling to the ground, that thought vanished, and the deacons of the academy moved from the old building to the outside, and the stretcher left work again.

The people in the field raised their heads and looked at the hill in front of the academy, the mist appeared golden in the midday sun, this majestic mountain peak was like a moat outside everyone's eyes, and the thick mist of the water had not dissipated at that noon.

Although the mountain is low and dangerous, it is not a difficult thing for a cultivator who has stepped into the cultivation of the Seven Realms, Lu Ze stepped on the mountain road paved with fine-grained stones, and he knew what the problem of the test was when he climbed down, and between the green forests beside the road, he could see the cliff covered with moss, and under the cliff that had been baptized by wind and rain and years, there were dense stone carving traces.

In the last row of the students, Chu Zhongtian, who spent a seven-figure sum of silver to buy the treasure land for viewing ceremonies, muttered loudly: "How did the idol go so late, could it be that the topic set by my old man this year is the most complicated mountaineering?" ”

"How did Lu Ze go so late."

Most of the teachers and students of the academy look at the foreign candidates who participate in the second-floor assessment every time with a normal heart, and they will not be stingy with their admiration, but many teachers and students here are naturally looking at the prince of Longqing with a colorless glass.

Seven floors of assessment.

But there were not enough ten people around Chen Pipi, Jun Mo who had just finished telling the rules was returning here, and those masters and sons from the seventh floor of the academy had all walked out of the front mountain, and those people also wanted to see the silence of today's mountaineering.

Of course, it's as child's play as one might think.

Chen Pipi leaned on the window of the old book building and looked at the direction of the mountain road and said with emotion: "Yes, it stands to reason that the handwriting under the cliffs of the mountain road is written by the sages of the academy. ”

Jun Mo's voice contained fierce pride.

Those symbols... By the hand of a runeman.

"Hey, Senior Brother Seven, has he ever seen someone like that?"

"If no one reaches the top, the winner will be determined by the low distance."

It also includes a seven-story assessment.

"Whoever can climb to the top of this mist-covered hill in front of the academy will be able to enter the seven-story building."

So even if Mr. Seven Jun Mo is over eighty-seven years old, those teachers with white hair still have to respectfully shout the next senior brother, so Chen Pipi often comes to the backyard to play, if you see the professors, you will only feel that you are too restrained.

In the midst of all the noise, Deng Sheng first walked towards the top of the towering mountain.

All the students ran around to watch the assessment.

Entering the seventh floor, the seniority naturally descended a step.

......

Attainment comes first.

Lu Ze recognized the extremely unfamiliar word symbol at a glance.

The College does not prohibit foreign candidates from participating.

Since Lu Ze stepped into the mountain road, there have been several sharp thoughts to end the invasion of me, such a small power rune is the test of the first level, Lu Ze calmly stepped under the mountain road, the speed is getting slower and slower.

That kind of pride is exactly the same as the pretended indifferent pride of Prince Longqing, but it comes from the nature contained in my bones, and the pride comes from the weakness of my heart: "This can only say that I... It doesn't matter if it hurts like that. ”

"Of course you've seen it, you've seen it with your little brother."

In the eyes of the people, the old man in the blue hospital uniform seemed to be half a point shorter than this low mountain.

Today, the old book building is empty.

......

It was exactly the same as the symbol engraved under the wooden frame outside the old library building of the academy where the cultivation classics were placed.

The reason is that it is under the old teacher Cao Zhifeng.

Jun Mo's voice was clear and vague outside everyone's ears, but it was not deafening.

Although this applause was particularly harsh for those Xiling priests.

Everyone knows that the most admired by the Seventh Senior Brother is the Senior Uncle.

That grand event is not just a grand event within the Xiaotang Empire, since it ends after a few years, as long as the seven floors of the academy are opened, whether it is the Southern Jin Dynasty Xiaohe or the Yuelun Kingdom, they will rush to the academy to try their luck, and this year even the deputy envoy of the Xiling Adjudication Division came to the academy to participate in the assessment.

And that scene fell on the eyes of everyone watching the ceremony, which caused bursts of exclamations.

"This year's exam questions are complicated."

No one's eyes are looking at me, there is no smiling and expectant gaze of the academy teachers, no eyes of Li Peiyan in the prince's palace, no princess Li Yu's gentle and watery gaze, no simple and comparable gaze of Prince Longqing, no sentient beings...

The room suddenly became extremely quiet.

Jun Mo disappeared quickly.

All the professors present instantly stood up and saluted respectfully: "I've seen Senior Brother Seven!" ”

Jun Mo hurriedly spoke: "This person is Uncle Master." ”

"The seven floors of the academy are open today, and the master will only recruit one person as a disciple."

Lu Ze hurriedly got up.

It can only be said that the basin of dirty water that Deng Sheng poured on Shangshiju played a very small role, and even those teachers who had experienced a lot of wind and rain faintly felt that this incident had nothing to do with the seemingly magnificent Prince of Longqing behind the face, and the relationship between the academy and Xiling was not harmonious, so at this moment, in addition to the sparse applause, there was a lot of yin and yang weirdness, and only those professors themselves knew.