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Xiaoxiao couldn't be idle for a moment, and immediately went into the kitchen to cook when he got home.

After the two of them had eaten, Xiao Xiao remembered the matter: "By the way, brother, as soon as you left the day before yesterday, the academy sent someone to bring a message, saying that the academy is going to hold a quarterly exam in the near future, so don't forget it." ”

Listening to his sister's words, Chang Jin remembered that in two days it would be the day of the big exam of Mingyang Academy.

The academy in this world is different from the ancient earth, although the management of students is lax, but there are exams every few months to test whether everyone is studying hard.

For the big exam, Chang Jin is naturally not afraid. He can't let go of the papers these days, and it is definitely easy to pass the big exam.

It's just that he is a little depressed in his heart, he has just rested at home for the night, and he will leave tomorrow.

At night, when his sister was asleep, Chang Jin walked into the courtyard with a sword.

During the day, he killed the hanging-necked bald tiger in the mountains, and in his desperation, he stabbed out with a sword, and actually released his sword qi! This is no longer the category of martial arts, but the legendary Taoism.

Recalling the first time I flipped through the manuscript "Thirteen Swords of Tai Chi", a note came out of the depths of my memory.

"From the magic to the law, and then from the law to the Tao, practice to the extreme, you can break ten thousand laws with one sword!!"

In addition to cultivating the divine soul on weekdays, he did not practice other spells. This sword momentum can be regarded as a natural comprehension. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little complacent, it seems that his talent is not low.

Chang Jin pressed his joy and cultivated in the courtyard again. With a sword in hand, the momentum of the whole person immediately changed.

The sword splashed in the night, moving under the feet, moving all over the body. The whole person jumped and jumped with steps, like flowing clouds, completely enveloping the space around a few zhang square, splashing ink without entering.

At the end of the practice, Chang Jin let out a low roar, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out, and a cold aura burst out, stabbing the air in front of him to form a large whirlpool that extended into the distance.

It's just that the tip of the sword still doesn't spit out a red sword.

How could this be? Chang Jin looked at the sword, very confused in his heart. He reluctantly tried again, but the result remained unchanged.

The method didn't work right...... He stopped his movements and stood in the courtyard pondering what it would be like to kill the tiger.

In the face of the fierce beast attack, he didn't have time to think about it at all, and his mind was ethereal. In that state, a sword swung out, and the red light flickered, slashing the tiger.

If I had retreated a little at that time, I guess I wouldn't have that momentum.

That's it...... Chang Jin gradually realized that that sword should have been used in a life-and-death fight. At that time, he had put life and death aside, and only wanted to kill the beast. That's why the spirit and spirit are united, the mind is pure and empty, and the momentum is naturally born.

The momentum is the right one, and there is no turning back!

Half an hour later, Chang Jin picked up the sword again. This time, he didn't rush to swing his sword, but stood up in the court, constantly breathing and exhaling between his mouth and nose, guiding a trace of spiritual energy in his body. Soon, there was a tingling sensation in the limbs.

When the momentum accumulated to the peak, he stomped under his feet and took advantage of the momentum. Then the spine shook violently, the bone tendons brushed and pulled, and a sword stabbed out, and with a sneering sound, the tip of the sword directly broke through the viscous air.

Even in the darkness, you could clearly see that a red light erupted from outside the tip of the sword, more than two feet long, piercing the air into ripples, like ripples in water.

Inhaled and retracted the sword, and looked at the ground a few meters away, only to see a shallow pit the size of a bowl exposed.

Sure enough, Chang Jin's face was neither sad nor happy.

Swordsmanship is to forge ahead, and there is no room for those crooked minds. Raise your hand mercilessly, and do not give in on the spot. With this kind of momentum, even if you encounter a powerful enemy, you dare to draw your sword and attack.

Chang Jin didn't know if it was right to understand swordsmanship this way, but he understood that from tonight, his swordsmanship had entered a new realm.

It's just that there are new questions in his heart, logically speaking, the "Twelve Floors Meditation Sutra" and the thirteen swords of Tai Chi that he practiced belong to Taoist exercises, but the magic pen in the mud palace obviously has the spirit of Confucianism. Daoru should have had some conflict, but why didn't he feel that the two were mutually exclusive.

Chang Jin practiced in the courtyard a few more times, and felt that the time was not early, so he went back to his room to sleep. While he was practicing his sword, the weasel was watching from the sidelines. Waiting for Chang Jin to leave, the little guy came to the deep pit on the ground, stared at it with two small eyes for a long time, and finally showed a look of awe.

There was no dream all night, and Chang Jin had eaten in the morning, picked up the sword again, and left with the bookcase on his back.

On the way to Tongqu County, Liu Xu had just had breakfast, and when he saw Wang Mazi coming, he immediately took the other party to the study, and asked a little anxiously: "Have you told Mrs. Guo about it?"

The older a person is, the less timid he is, if it was placed one or two decades ago, Liu Zhisheng would naturally not be afraid of Chang Jin's trouble. But now that my family has a big business, I have too many scruples, but I can't let go of my hands and feet. After the Tiger Fighting Team was disbanded yesterday, he sent people to find those hunters one by one, and the news he got shocked Liu Zhisheng. They met the white tiger, and it was really Chang Jin who drove it away.

How can a poor scholar have such great ability? But this question is not so important these days. The most important thing now is to save your life.

Mrs. Guo agreed, but said that after the matter was completed, she would ask for fifty taels of silver to make incense for the river god. Wang Mazi spoke again.

"This old witch dared to fall into the well. Hearing this, Liu Zhisheng scolded. Although he has a lot of **** good land over the years, his income is only a hundred taels of silver in a year. In the past two days, in order to appease the families of Niu Er and others, he will spend dozens of taels of silver. Now this Guo Shenpo opens her mouth to ask for half, which means that she has no harvest for a year, how can she not make him feel pain.

However, scolding and scolding, Liu Zhisheng could still distinguish the priorities of the matter, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "You tell her, I agreed." As long as you can let that poor sour book die and die!"

"Got it, master," Wang Mazi turned around and left when he heard this.

Entering the county seat, Chang Jin did not waste time on the streets, and ran straight towards the academy.

"Yunsheng, Yunsheng, here!" Before he stepped into the gate of the academy, he heard someone shouting his words in the distance. Chang Jin hurriedly turned his head to see that there was a young Confucian student beckoning under a big tree outside the academy.

"It turned out to be Brother Qingyuan, what are you doing here, why don't you go in?" Chang Jin walked over and arched his hand. This person's name is Wang Qinian, and his words are clear. Chang Jin studied at Yangming Academy and was only familiar with a few people. One of them is Wang Qinian. His family lives in Wangjia Village outside the city, and his father is a well-known outsider in that area.

Old man Wang wanted his son to study and gain fame, but unfortunately Wang Qinian was really not the material for reading. Every time the college takes the quarterly exam, Wang Qinian is the worst.

It is said that the identities of the two are different, and Wang Qinian and him should not be familiar with each other. From memory, I know that this is mainly because several scholars of the academy once wrote poems satirizing Wang Qinian, Chang Jin couldn't stand it, and said something to help, which made Wang Qinian a confidant.

Wang Qinian did not answer Chang Jin's question, but stared at him for a long time, as if something rare was present.

"Brother Qingyuan, is there anything wrong with my face?" Chang Jin was a little hairy by him, and secretly speculated in his heart that this benevolent brother would not have broken his sleeves, if so, he would have to stay away.

"A few days ago, I met Pu Yuxi, he once said that Yunsheng has changed a lot, and now I look at you, it really seems like a different person. Tell sù foolish brother, what good things have happened recently?" Wang Qinian said in amazement.

Brother Qingyuan said with a smile, "Chang Jin has been reading and practicing swords during the day these days, and practicing the "Meditation Sutra" at night, so for a few months, his bearing is naturally different from the past. Now just a casual stop, there is an elegant and resolute bearing.

"If you kid don't say it, don't say it, go in quickly. I have already been named, what are you going to do in now, just now Mr. Ji started to nag when he saw me, thinking about this headache. Wang Qinian had no interest in studying, so he naturally didn't want to enter the academy again to suffer, "Brother Fool is waiting for you here, you go and get a name, I haven't seen you for so many days, wait and call Brother Shangjianchen, let's go to the hotel for a few drinks." ”

"It's okay" before, Chang Jin's self-esteem was strange, and he might push back. Now he has some money on him, so he is naturally not afraid of parties.

When Chang Jin came out after his name, Wang Qinian already surrounded a few classmates, including Pu Yuci. After greeting each other, several people came to a restaurant, asked for a private room, and ordered some wine and food to drink.

To be honest, Chang Jin traveled to this time for the first time to participate in a meeting between classmates.

Scholar gatherings are naturally different from ordinary people.

I don't know who mentioned it first, but everyone unanimously agreed to drink and drink.

When the wine was full, he opened his mouth for a boy surnamed Zhao: "The field is impermeable, and the cross is in the middle." The cross is pushed up, and the ancient characters win a minute. ”

Immediately, Pu Yu said: "The words are impermeable, and the words are in it." The word is pushed up, and the word Lu wins. ”

Someone else replied: "The word is impermeable, so the word is in it." Let the word push up, and win a bell with the word. ”

This kind of pediatric wine makes it difficult for Chang Jin, and when it is his turn, he also casually says: "The sleepy word is impermeable, and the wooden word is in it." The wooden word is pushed up, and the apricot word wins a minute. ”

In the end, it was Wang Qinian's turn, this thing frowned and pondered, but he had no clue.

Everyone immediately started to heist and shouted, "If you can't say the alcohol order, then you will be punished for drinking." ”

"Drink, drink!"

Provoked by everyone, Wang Qinian slapped the table with a red face: "Who said I can't think of it, there is, you listen to 'Japanese words are impermeable, and one word is ...... in it'"

As soon as he said half a sentence, he stopped abruptly.

"What about the next two sentences?" someone urged when he stopped.

Wang Qinian raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and then said: "Push it up with one word, one sip and a big bell." ”

"Good"

"Wonderful!"

When everyone heard this, they burst out laughing.

This Wang Qinian is really a wonderful person, and Chang Jin almost burst into tears when he heard it.

The meal was eaten for nearly an hour, and the last few people left drunk.

Chang Jin said goodbye to everyone and found a room to live in a temple in the east of the city. Although there are also rooms in Yangming Academy, they all sleep in one room for two people. Chang Jin got up at night to practice swords, which was inconvenient, so he simply resigned.

Now that the Dao is manifested, and the emperor of the Dayan Dynasty likes to be disgusted, the temple seems to be scarce incense, and only an old temple is waiting here. When Chang Jin stayed in the house, he deliberately transported the statue of the ancestor on the altar of the god to observe the divine sense, and now the white gas is mostly inferior, even the god of the Baishui River is not as good, obviously because no one burns incense to worship the Buddha.