Coming to the fog, the Daoist stopped. Yu Yu was a little lame on one leg, but if he wasn't climbing steep mountain trails, he rarely used a cane. Somewhat unaccustomed to holding the cane between his left armpits, he gestured in front of him with both hands and asked, "There should be a result of the Great Imperial Examination, right?" I don't know how the junior brother is doing now. ”

Ji Daoren's expression was clear and dusty, his eyebrows and eyes were the same as back then, he couldn't see any traces of old age, looking at the worried look that was faintly visible between the eyebrows of the rest of the people, he smiled and touched his head, and didn't say anything.

The rest of the people gestured and asked, "Master, when are we going to Kyoto?"

Ji Daoren said: "When you need to go back to Kyoto, you will naturally go." ”

The rest of the people didn't notice that he said that he was going to Kyoto with a huiji.

This is the most remote wild mountain range in the Eastern Earth Continent, monsters are rampant, inaccessible, more desolate than the mountain behind Xining Town, the clouds and mist are damp and heavy, I don't know where to go, and even seem to have left the world, where can the people sent by Mo Yu find this pair of masters and apprentices?

The frequency of those small sounds in the fog became higher and higher, and there were faint and more abnormal movements, and then more than ten powerful breaths appeared, which should be some extremely powerful demon beasts.

Ji Daoren didn't want to face those pickled ugly things, and frowned slightly and said, "Open the way." ”

The rest of the people stepped forward as they said and shouted at the thick fog at the end of the mountain road.

His tongue was cut off in half, so he couldn't speak like a normal person, but that didn't mean he couldn't make a sound, only a terrible whistling sound burst out of his lips.

Like a roar, in fact, it was a word, a monosyllabic word containing infinite information, and it was also the kind of word that Chen Changsheng used when communicating with the black dragon in the underground space: dragon language.

The rest of the people let out a clear roar, the whistling sound broke through the air, into the clouds and fog without a trace, did not set off the slightest ripple, but the next moment, the crushing coercion contained in the whistling sound, along the clouds and mist to all directions of the mountains, those hidden in the deep clouds and mist, let out a fearful and uneasy whisper, indicating their surrender and guilt, accompanied by the sound of friction, disappeared as quickly as possible, and the clouds were quiet.

In the middle of the desert, there is a city made of stone, and the walls are tens of kilometers in circumference.

Millions of people knelt in the desert outside Stone Town, their knees and foreheads in contact with the white sand that had been scalded by the nine suns for a long time, emitting a faint smell of burning, but there was no painful look on their faces, only absolute calm, and they could not be heard at all, only absolute silence, like a sea of tranquility and horror, a sea of people.

At the front of the crowd was a high platform made of wood, and on the edge of the wooden platform there were countless cyan leaves, which contrasted sharply with the desolate and blazing monotony of the surrounding scene.

In the middle of the wooden platform stands an orthography, with a strong religious connotation, which is emitting a faint holy light as millions of believers pray silently.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the religious symbol, quietly looking at the millions of people kneeling in front of him, seeing that his clothes should be a religious monk, he was middle-aged, there were a few faint lines in the corners of his eyes, but it was difficult to damage his perfect face, the most charming thing was his eyes, those quiet and clear eyes with infinite compassion and love, as if he could see infinitely far away, as if he could see everything.

He raised the staff in his hand and smiled at the treacherous world.

Millions of people on the white desert stood up and shouted, "Don't you want to be home!"

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It's early spring in Kyoto, and it's still cold. In the early spring of the old city, it is even more cold, and the wind and snow are blowing in the streets and alleys of the city, like wind and sand, making people unable to open their eyes.

The demons like the night, like tranquility, like blood, like killing pokes, the latter is the heart, so the artists of the demon clan and those royal families in the secret residences, you can always see large color block paintings or strange distorted lines, and the tone of the entire snow old city is gray, tranquil and even numb, people walking in the city also like to wear black robes, it is difficult to tell who it is from a distance.

A demon walked in the wind and snow in a black robe, the black robe on his body was very ordinary, a little old, and there were even tears on the edge of the hem, but at least this was a different black robe.

The black robe appeared and disappeared in the violent wind and snow, and even if he stared at it with his eyes, it was difficult to determine his position until he walked out of the old snow town and stood on the glacier to the south.

The cold wind blew fiercely, lifting the corner of the brim hat, revealing the side face of the demon, that face was unusually pale, as if it had not shone in the sun for many years, as if it had just been seriously ill, as if there was no temperature, more like no life at all, with a palpitating sense of death.

The demon looked in the direction of southern Kyoto, and was silent for a long time, the corners of his lips grinned slightly, and there was a hidden pleasure in his indifferent voice: "You can't continue to ignore his existence after all." ”

After Luoluo moved to the palace, Baicao Garden was no longer inhabited. The teenagers of the National Education College all went to take the imperial examination, and there was no one here, and the new door on the wall was pushed open, and naturally no one found it.

The black sheep walked out of the door and walked towards the lake, where there was still snow and grass branches, and it was a little puzzled, thinking that the grass that the young man had fed him half a year ago did not taste like this.

The Holy Queen also came to the Anglican Academy.

This is the first time in more than ten years that she has come to the Anglican Academy.

Earlier, in the Baicao Garden, she remembered the massacre of the imperial family by His Majesty Taizong there, and standing in the Anglican Academy at this time, she remembered her own massacre of the old school of the Anglican Church.

After Taizong's majesty returned to heaven, she killed many people, because there were many people who opposed her, from the time she began to review the recitals on behalf of her majesty, those people began to oppose her, until more than ten years ago, when her majesty was in pain on the sickbed, those people still didn't care about anything, only thought about opposing her.

Anyone who dared to oppose her would eventually be killed by her, and she had been killed for hundreds of years, until she killed so many people in the Anglican Academy more than ten years ago, and finally no one dared to stand up against her anymore.

She knew her hands were stained with blood, but she didn't care. It's just that after many years, when she went to the National Education College and looked at the old garden that was no longer deserted, she naturally thought about the days when she kept killing people.

The memories don't make her unhappy, but they don't make her happy either.

Especially among those who were killed by her, there were many people she admired, those people were brave, incorruptible, capable, excellent, excellent, persevering, noble, she had given those people many opportunities, but those people did not give her a chance, and even forced her to kill herself.

Because those people want to prove to the world that she is a tyrannical ruler.

The Holy Queen Niangniang looked in the direction of the palace, thinking about what had happened before, and felt a little cold, and her heart was cold.

An autumn rain and a cold.

The Pope actually took action.

She used to think that Chen Changsheng was here, but now she realized that this was not the case, so she really wanted to ask those people, where do you want to go? Are you going to start forcing me to kill people again?

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Big people have big shots, little people don't need to think about big shots, Chen Changsheng doesn't care how many people are paying attention to the big court test and paying attention to themselves, just like he said to Luoluo, he only cares about whether he can get the first place on the list and whether he can enter Lingyan Pavilion.

Before this incident, the demon invasion was a trivial matter, not to mention others. So he was very patient in preparing for the last battle, silently and intently listening to the tactics that Tang Thirty-six had arranged for him.

Tang Thirty-six looked at him and said with an unprecedented seriousness: "First move people with emotion, then convince people with reason, finally suppress people with power, and finally beat people." Three sentences, three means, the order is very important, I hope it can play a certain role, of course, if that poor scholar has never been in the oil and salt, I still have to think about it, what kind of way to admit defeat will be more glorious. ”

Luo Luo said in a low voice, "Sir, try to buy him." ”

Tang Thirty-six sneered and said, "That's a scholar who thinks of himself as a moral gentleman, how can he be bribed? ”

Folding his sleeves on the stretcher next to the poplar tree, the blood on his body gradually stopped, and his spirit was a little more uplifted, listening to Tang Thirty-six's words, his face was expressionless and he didn't speak.

Luoluo leaned over to Chen Changsheng and whispered something in his ear, Chen Changsheng was a little surprised, he didn't want to accept it, but he couldn't stop her from stuffing things over.

Tang Thirty-six looked at the thing that fell into his arms, the corners of his lips couldn't help twitching slightly, then he looked at his body, and found that he couldn't find anything of the same grade, thought about it, untied the Wenshui sword on his waist and handed it over.

"I have my own sword, what do I want you to do?" Chen Changsheng said puzzled.

Tang Thirty-six looked into his eyes and said: "My Tang family's sect sword, just like the Seven Martial Arts Hall magic sword, is not suitable for the hundreds of weapons list, but it doesn't mean that it is weak, if you take it by your side, you can block it for you at a critical moment, even if you don't need it, it's not heavy, will it still tire you?"

Chen Changsheng knew what he meant, and he couldn't resist it, so he took it after thinking about it.

"Makes sense. Luoluo was reminded by Tang Thirty-six, and without hesitation, he untied the rain whip wrapped around his waist and handed it to Chen Changsheng's hand.

Xuanyuan Po touched his whole body with his thick palm, but he didn't find anything good, not even a talisman representing peace, and he couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

Chen Changsheng patted his upper arm and said with a smile: "You cook at night." ”

Xuanyuan smiled and said, "If you win, add two extra spoonfuls of salt." ”

Chen Changsheng thought about it, if he really won the first place in the Great Dynasty Examination, it seemed that it would be okay to eat more oil and salt at a meal and drink two or three cups of wine.

He was about to leave the forest, when he suddenly thought of something, looked back at the folded sleeves on the stretcher and said, "Win or lose, I'll try to give you that thing." ”

Folded sleeves looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You want to win." ”

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Chen Changsheng walked into the dust washing building.

Gou Hanshi was already in the middle of the scene, standing quietly, the cloth shirt on his body was a little white after being washed with water, and the sword on his waist couldn't tell whether it was noble or not, just like his person.