From the age of 4 to the age of 16, Ning Que was already accustomed to killing people - from Chang'an, Minshan, to Weicheng, grassland, Shubi Lake, and back to Chang'an. The head was cut off and bleeding. The steppe had already been conquered by the notorious Shubi Lake woodcutters, and the toughest caravan leader had to submit to him.

Ning Que's danger may be imperceptible to a human, but not to a horse, especially when he stresses that he might kill it.

A cry of surprise came from outside the fence. Both the cautious student and the captain looked at the corner of the meadow with surprise and admiration.

Around the corner, Ning Que was walking towards the starting line with the dark horse, looking fierce and uninhibited at first, not as docile and quiet as a well-trained maid.

Farther on the slope, Sangsang sits, Sangsang put away the black umbrella under his buttocks, covered his mouth with his little hand and yawned lazily. I'm afraid that only she, who looks bored now, doesn't worry about her young master's life.

Lightning is white in real life, sometimes it is purple, but it is never black. Today, black lightning was seen by everyone on the lawn outside the academy.

The students saw the black horse leap from the herd as fast as an arrow and run wildly at a terrifying speed. It makes people feel like they can't catch up with him. They were shocked when they thought about how other clumsy students had been thrown off by horses. They remembered the girl in red, who was still standing outside the fence with tears on her face.

Their eyes unconsciously followed the black lightning, only to see Ning Que bowed on the horse's back like a fallen leaf. They wanted to know what he had done to that stubborn black horse, to make it so obedient, to make it show amazing strength.

The size of the grass outside the academy is unknown, but the fence of the exam area is not large. People are still in shock. It seemed that just as the girl in red raised her right hand to cover her open mouth, the horseback riding route of the exam came to an abrupt end. More precisely, the dark horse is already almost half ahead, and then back to the end of the front.

Ning Que jumped off the horse and wiped the beads of sweat. Satisfied, he turned his head to pat the horse's neck. He patted its thick folds heavily and waved it away.

The moment the black horse was released, it got rid of the terrifying bloody swamp and returned to the land of joy. It hissed brightly and flatly, rubbing against Ning Que's shoulder. Then it left, flicking its heels, even faster than before, not daring to look back.

The students standing at the door saw Ning Que walking towards them. It's like they've seen a monster. Many people wondered how he could have done this, but were afraid to ask because he looked strange.

Ning Que felt that there were many different eyes staring at him. He frowned and walked straight towards the examination room of the Demon Iniquity Course. His purpose is not to get the attention of students or teachers. Showing off didn't fit his idea, but he knew his other three dishes were a mess. If he doesn't get a perfect score in the last two courses, he won't pass the college entrance exam.

He prepared for many years, spent so much energy and money, gave up his military status, and ran from the grassland to Chang'an. If he hadn't entered the academy, his tolerance and understatement would have been a sad serenade in D minor. In any case, he couldn't accept this, so what did it matter if it was noticed?

Just as he was about to leave the riding arena exam room, a girl blocked his way. She has large eyes and bushy eyebrows. She approached beauty, wearing a red arrow robe with a tight belt. Her young body was so tense that she looked energetic. However, the tear stains on her face seemed delicate and touching.

"How did you do that?" The girl asked angrily. "Why don't you follow my orders?"

Ning Que thought for a moment and replied seriously, "Maybe I have a better moral character?"

"Moral character?" The girl was confused, and then angry. "What do you mean?"

"I mean luck."

Ning Que shrugged, smiled innocently, and politely asked her to move. He trotted towards the exam area for the Demon Course.

The girl froze. She is the daughter of General Yunhui, assistant marshal. She is beautiful and has a straightforward personality. Everyone knew who she was, and no one dared to answer her like that. This made her realize Ning Que's attitude. When he was farther away, she turned to see his back, stamped her foot, and asked, "Who is that?"

A group of students were talking about Ning Que. Among them was a young man, he walked towards the girl in the arrow robe and said, "Just now, someone saw that the student was rolled, his name is Ning Que. He was recommended by the Military Ministry. He doesn't have an extraordinary background, Miss Situ, you don't have to pay attention to him.

The girl said unhappily: "If he didn't have an extraordinary background, how could he tame that black horse so well?"

"Maybe... Is his luck really good? The young man replied awkwardly.

Another girl in a gorgeous dress walked up to them. She frowned and looked at the young man in the distance on the grassy slope. She shook her head and said, "The recommendations of the military department sometimes include people from the frontier fortresses, so it's not surprising that he is good at equestrian competitions. You say he doesn't have an extraordinary background, but I don't think so. Today, there are hundreds of students, but he is the only one who brings a maidservant and embarrasses His Highness. It seems that this lad has always been pampered in his daily life. Maybe he's a big family in Qinghe Province.

"How is Qinghe Mansion? This was not the time of Taizu (the founder of the Tang Dynasty). Miss Situ frowned and said, "Miss Wucai, check his background." I had to figure out what was going on.

There are more than a dozen students recommended by the military department, standing not far from these noble Chang'an men and women. One was a thirty-year-old retired lieutenant from the southwestern frontier who shook his head and said to his companion: "It's not about luck. If he had been recommended by the ministry, like us, he would have served in the border fortresses and knew a lot about horses. Of course he has good skills, but he's too young......"

It's as if his hypothesis needs proof. An irritable roar suddenly sounded in the examination room of the riding field, and a group of students shouted. The black horse beside Ning Que, who was originally like a gentle maid, was thrown out violently. A strong student fell on the grass with a look of great embarrassment.

Ning Que didn't know what the classmates in the riding class were talking about. If he knew that his military comrades praised him for his sword skills, he would silently praise himself: I have three knives.

In addition to swords and arrows, perhaps the skills he is best at are those he has learned to survive in the mountains, forests and grasslands. He was confident that he would fight against the cultivators of the low-level Dongxuan. With a sword and an arrow, he will survive to the end. As a result, it is easy to deal with the Demonic Course Exam.

Toxoplasma courses are not the same as horseback riding lessons. He doesn't need to compare his scores with others. In the riding course exams, he did his best to make sure they were behind him. Now, with his bow and arrow, he aimed at a target a hundred meters away. He didn't think too much about it, he just had to hit the bullseye every time.

If we compare goods, the worst ones are thrown away; If we compare people, the worst people will die. Students who were trembling and trembling at archery might have been very angry if they knew that his minimum requirement was to hit the bull's-eye every time.

Ning Que thought so, and acted like this. He pulled the bow, released the arrow, released his fingers, and shot a standard Tang army arrow, hitting the bull's-eye accurately.

The former had just hit the bull's-eye, and he had already taken the second one out of the quiver on his back. He shot again. The arrow feathers swept over the hard bone rings on his fingers, and unexpectedly hit the bullseye again.

His movements are not very fast. There is no magical scene where a target from a distance of 100 meters is pierced by lightning. The latter arrow also did not split the previous in two. He just shot steadily one after the other, with a wonderful rhythm. The humming of arrows seems to be soothing like music or a spring breeze.

His calm demeanor and demeanor, perfect standard posture, extremely rhythmic bowstring control movements, and accurate archery gradually attracted people with less than thirty arrows. More and more people surrounded him, including students, instructors from the academy, and even two military generals who came to inspect.

In the eyes of the people, the young man who drew a bow and shot arrows in the grass seemed to be a calm soldier who had experienced many battles, and would not be afraid even if thousands of soldiers came.

Seeing Ning Que shoot the last arrow, the general said to his attendant, "Look which general taught that young man." If he doesn't enter the academy, let him re-enter the army.

He paused, rubbed his gray hair, and whispered, "Keep this a secret." His original army can recall him. But we, the Yulin Imperial Guard, want him.