Xiandu.

Under the auspices of Dinghai Zhenjundi, the teachers of each subject began to mark and score each candidate.

The Immortal Cultivator's Divine Sense is extremely efficient, and it is expected that all the papers will be graded within six hours, and then checked repeatedly within two days to ensure that there are no problems, and there are no major differences among the teachers who cross-graded the papers.

"Taoist Rebellion ......"

Dinghai Zhenjun took out a report and muttered a little.

"Rebellion?"

The yellow-haired Zhenjun who was wandering around was attracted and glanced at the report a few times: "The chance of rebellion of the Dao soldiers of the Liyun Sect is 33.4%, and the chance of rebellion of the Dao soldiers of the Tianhai Sect is 14.1% under the life and death crisis......"

"These miscellaneous are not grateful, and they dare to rebel?!!"

The yellow-haired Zhenjun's nose was crooked: "Do they want to go and see what kind of days the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's nether realm lived, and what kind of days did the Xianmen live when they used to be dogs?!" ”

"Although mortals are also in a feudal society, they are always prosperous, although immortal cultivators cannot win the Yuan Infant, but those who can cultivate immortals are also normal immortal cultivators, and they will not restrict anything!"

"Dare to rebel on such a good day?!"

"It's normal."

Dinghai Zhenjun said with a smile: "Xianmen is naturally much better than Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, but it is also plundering, and more than eighty percent of the resources are handed over, and the monks are fighting for Xianmen as Taoist soldiers, and they are not enough to work in the elixir base and the spirit mine base until the age of eighty retirement, and it is normal for people to have resentment." ”

"Normal fart!"

"Who's normal with them? How do you usually deal with this kind of thing? ”

"The direct rebels were executed in the Illusory Realm, and the Dao soldiers of the same team were punished to work as mine slaves for twenty years, and the resources handed over by the sect in ten years were increased to ninety."

Dinghai Zhenjun didn't want to think about it.

"It's light, it's too light!"

Huang Mao Zhenjun was very dissatisfied: "All the Taoist soldiers of the same team and sect were executed, such as this Liyun Sect, the probability of rebellion is too high, there are problems in the cultivation and ideological education of the sect, and several batches of Taoist soldiers in recent years must be destroyed." ”

"In terms of taxation, it will be increased by fifteen percent within twenty years, and the slaughter will not be completed, and the Immortal Sect will cultivate a new Daoist sect on its old site."

"The new one is better, and the new one will be better."

"Can you still collect 15 percent of the tax?"

Dinghai Zhenjun sighed, very curious about the tax collection methods of the old monks.

"Stupid! It is to let their sect use their own savings to fill the tax gap, and the immortal sect is just returning to blood, and it is the same if it is not completed. ”

"Then let's do what my predecessors said."

Different from the controversy over the Great Sun Kenzi, Dinghai Zhenjun casually agreed.

"Senior, the college entrance examination is over, and there is less than one day left before the final sentence given to you by the Central Array Spirit Computer, you had better find a nearby prison ......"

He kindly reminded.

"Phew! Xiao Young, you have itchy skin, don't you, do you want to take care of it? ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

……

After sleeping for three days in a row, Jiang Ding woke up.

The Taiqing Flying Sword trembled slightly, and the depleted divine soul was restored to perfection again, and every meridian in the whole body was under control, and the innate true qi was bubbling in it.

Starting from the dantian, it flocked to the 108,822 meridians, and then returned to the dantian, going back and forth, and the cycle was endless.

"Ding!"

"The results of all subjects in the college entrance examination have been released, and candidates can log on to the education network to check the relevant results and apply for the voluntary colleges."

The sound of the array spirit prompt made Jiang Ding startled, and his heart fluctuated.

I was a little apprehensive and didn't dare to take action for a while.

After a moment of ideological struggle, a search box was summoned in the realm of Tai Illusory, entered the URL of the Xianmen Education Network, clicked in, and logged in with the student number and ID number, name, and admission ticket number.

Click on the college entrance examination results.

Name: Jiang Ding

Language (out of 150): 138

Mathematics (out of 150): 137

Moral character (out of 150): 149

Biology, Chemistry, Physics: 287 out of 300

Literature (out of 100, History, Geography): 98

Extra points elective –

Cultivation (out of 300): Innate peak, 300

Primary Weapon Elective (out of 60): Heavy Machine Gun (out of 30): 30 Tank Driving (out of 30): 0

Cold weapon secondary weapon elective (out of 40 points): 40

Actual combat (out of 150 points): 147

Total score: 1326 points

"You scored 11127 points in the Xianmen college entrance examination, ranking 86 in Xianmen, and ranking 5th in Qianxian Province."

"You took the cold weapon elective assessment, and obtained the highest score in the college entrance examination in 11127 in two subjects, ideology and morality."

"Brother is the top student in the two Xianmen college entrance examinations!"

Jiang Ding's expression was straight.

Standing up, he beckoned a mirror, carefully examined the young man in the realm, and did not miss a detail, a single hair.

"The strongest Tianjiao in the history of Rongcheng is buddy."

"It's a pity that he can't reach the level of a second-order array mage in tank driving, language and mathematics, and he has too many points, otherwise he will be the undisputed champion of the Immortal Gate."

Jiang Ding had some regrets.

Tidy up your instruments, open the hatch, and walk out.

"It's out, the college entrance examination is over, and from now on, you can wave casually...... it! ”

The teacher of the logistics department was still lying on the recliner, looking lazy, and suddenly with a loud sound, the light of the wind system spell fluctuated, and he came to Jiang Ding in an instant.

"Dainitchi Kenko!!"

The azure flying sword trembled slightly, and subsided.

"Teacher, it's not that exaggerated, they all said don't call me this easily misleading title."

Jiang Ding said helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The teacher of the logistics department was an elderly monk with a beer belly, rubbed his hands, and said a little embarrassed: "They all call it that on the Internet, the name Jiang Ding is too ordinary, and there are at least hundreds of thousands of immortal gates...... That, Jiang Ding, can you write me a pair of words? ”

He didn't know where to pull out a piece of rice paper and a brush, on which there was a flash of inspiration, and the price was not low.

At least they are all spiritual materials and low-grade magic weapons.

"Yes, yes...... But teacher, are you sure that my words are valuable? To tell you the truth, the handwriting is not good. ”

"It doesn't matter if it's good or not!"

The beer belly teacher spread out the rice paper with mana, and smiled: "You don't know this, the most important thing in writing is the identity of the person, the champion of the two subjects of Xianmen, the future Yuanying Zhenjun When he was young, the first word written after the college entrance examination was very interesting." ”

"Good luck today, the first time I met you, I thought, ask for a lottery, and leave a pair of heirlooms for my old Gao family to brag about in the future."

"Okay then."

Jiang Ding picked up the brush, entered the innate true qi, and asked, "Teacher, what do you want to write?" ”

"Write to wish the high school six health and happiness, peace and happiness, how about a successful career in the future? Gao Xiaoliu is my son, who is in the second year of junior high school this year, and he is quite naughty. ”

"No problem."

Jiang Ding wrote with a pen, and one word after another came out.

The beer belly teacher looked at it carefully.

I found that the words are not ugly, decent, and there are similarities between the strokes and the words typed out by the copy shop, without the kind of arrogant and majestic rhyme of the calligrapher.

It has no value in calligraphy, and it is called craftsmanship.

However, it is clear that the character is that word, and there is no thin gold body of the knife and axe chisel, but you can feel an obvious sharp air between the strokes, and vaguely, there is a blue sun rising and turning into the scene of the nine heavens.

stared at it for a long time, and the pain of being cut in his eyes was even greater, and tears couldn't help but flow down, so he hurriedly said goodbye to his eyes.

"Okay, teacher, do you think there's anything else that needs to be revised?"

After a few breaths, the last stroke was finished, Jiang Ding returned the brush and asked.

"No, no, thank you Jiang Ding!"

In the continuous thanks of the beer belly teacher of the logistics department, Jiang Ding left the room.

(End of chapter)