A Qingjiang River is divided into two banks, all the candidates are in the south of the Yangtze River, only Chen Changsheng is on the other side, looking at the lonely Lingling, this situation, compared with the announcement circulating in the whole continent, is more tragic, or sad, people or sympathize or disdain or indifferent to look at him, waiting for him to end his big test, no one expected, the first thing waiting for is a clear crane song.

In the early spring, white clouds floated over Kyoto, and suddenly a line appeared from under the clouds, and at the top of the line was a white crane.

Countless people's eyes moved with the white crane, watching the white crane fly across the sky, fly to the Chaoyang Garden, and land in front of Chen Changsheng on the riverside, all of them changed color.

"Wouldn't it?" Gou Hanshi thought slightly.

Guan Feibai walked a few steps to the shore, stared at the white crane on the opposite bank, and exclaimed, "Won't it?"

Shichima opened his mouth slightly, and swallowed the three words with great difficulty.

On the meadow on the shore, many candidates couldn't help but exclaim when they looked at this scene: "Won't it?"

Xuanyuan Po lowered his head, feeling that his face was a little hot, because he felt a little embarrassed.

Tang Thirty-six seemed to look as usual, but in fact he was very embarrassed, thinking to himself, is this just a matter of crossing the river, as for even using this kind of means?

Zhuang Changyu sneered a few times and did not speak.

Su Moyu thought that things were the simplest, and said in surprise: "Is this okay?"

The white crane fell from the sky, and the reactions of everyone in the audience were surprised and unbelievable, only the reaction of the falling was different.

She looked at the other side, clasped her little hands in front of her, and said with admiration on her face, "Sir is really wise. ”

This sentence caught everyone's eye.

If she wasn't the White Emperor, if she wasn't Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Demon Clan, who no one dared to provoke, she would definitely be despised by everyone and even beaten up.

Even Xuanyuan Po and Tang Thirty-six wouldn't help her.

Is this called wisdom?

Isn't that shameless?

How could it be that at the time of the Great Pilgrimage, this white crane flew from the south thousands of miles away?

The Anglican Academy must have known the topic of today's Great Pilgrimage Exam in advance!

Of course, there is no evidence of things, and there is no blame.

People looked at the other side and wondered if Chen Changsheng was really embarrassed to do this?

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In order to get the first place in the Great Dynasty Examination, Chen Changsheng is willing to do anything.

He walked up to the white crane, reached out and touched its neck affectionately, said a few words, and then turned over and rode onto the white crane under the gaze of countless pairs of stunned eyes on both sides of the Qujiang River.

The white crane flapped its wings lightly and flew up.

The wind rises on the riverside, blowing grass clippings flying lightly, and the green river water blowing ripples.

A moment later, Chen Changsheng rode a crane into the air, getting farther and farther away from the ground, Qu Jiang looked like a belt made of jade.

The wind fell on his face, a little cold, but also a little wet.

If a person has no experience, it is inevitable that he will be a little flustered and scared when riding a white crane to such a high place, but he will not because he has experience. His only experience of flying at high altitude was when he was a child, when he once rode a white crane to the misty mountain behind Xining Town.

The white crane back then is the white crane under him now.

Before the age of ten, every time Bai He went to Xining Town to deliver letters or gifts, he would go with Bai He to play in the peaks or look for herbs.

It's just that after he was eleven years old, Hakutsuru never went to Xining Town again, and it wasn't until a few days ago that he reunited with him in Kyoto.

The cold wind blew on his face, and he squinted, not looking at the green river and the mountains and forests on the ground, but looking farther away.

He loved the feeling of flying on a crane, and it was a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.

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Now, Chen Changsheng has a lot of true yuan in his body, although he can't use it, he feels that he is a rich man, a noble son who has thousands of family fortunes and can't open the package, and the place he wants to go to is the south bank of the Qujiang River, and he really has a feeling of wrapping 100,000 yuan around his waist and riding a crane down the south of the Yangtze River.

It's a pity that the Qujiang River is not a Lethe River nor a Red River, no matter how wide the river is, it is limited, only a distance of dozens of zhang, and after all, this is a great test, but during the journey, the white crane has flown as slowly as possible, and it didn't take long for it to fall on the meadow on the opposite bank.

Chen Changsheng got down from the white crane, as if he was to an elder, waving his hands to thank him.

Luoluo greeted him, very happy, and looked at the white crane and was a little curious.

Her father said that the white crane has a fairy meaning, and the same surname is white, so the white emperor city has never used the white crane to control people, she has seen a lot of demon beasts since she was a child, but she rarely deals with the white crane, the last time she saw it at the Qingteng banquet, she had some thoughts of wanting to get close to it, looked at Chen Changsheng, and asked if she could touch it with her eyes.

She knew that this white crane was not Mr.'s, but she thought that this white crane would be Mr.'s after all, and as a student, this request was not too much.

After all, she was the princess of the demon clan, and the white crane was a little uncomfortable with the breath on her body, or she was jealous, and without waiting for Chen Changsheng to express her position, she let out a clear crane chirp, flapped her wings, and flew high into the sky.

Chen Changsheng waved goodbye to it.

Luoluo is sorry, but thanks to Bai He for helping Mr. cross the river today, and he also waved his hand very seriously to express his gratitude.

The sound of the crane faded away, and it was never heard.

There was silence on the Qujiang meadow.

What is this?

In order to sweep across the river that reached dozens of zhang, the candidates from various sect academies used their own means and tried their best, and Chen Changsheng was ...... I actually came here on a crane!

The most important thing is that he actually rode this white crane!

Yes, this white crane is very famous and many people know it, especially young people from the south.

This is Xu Yourong's white crane.

Many people have noticed that after the white crane left, it flew south.

The Virgen is just to the south.

People looked at Chen Changsheng with extremely complicated expressions.

Especially the disciples of the Holy Maiden Peak and the Immortal Sect, their faces were even more ugly.

No one knew that the crane had arrived in Kyoto a few days earlier and had been left behind by Chen Changsheng.

People will inevitably wonder if Xu Yourong asked Baihe to rush to Kyoto from the south thousands of miles away, and made a special trip to the court to try to help his fiancé?

Luoluo grabbed Chen Changsheng's sleeve, his little face was full of joy, and he kept praising his wisdom.

Her praise was so sincere that even Chen Changsheng began to feel embarrassed.

Tang Thirty-six patted him on the shoulder and didn't say anything.

Xuanyuan Po looked at him and shook his head, wanting to say that this was not good, but thinking that he was his own ancestor, he had to be a little dull and silent.

Su Moyu walked over, looked at him and asked again, "Is this okay?"

He asked very seriously, definitely not cynicism, but really asking Chen Changsheng if he had violated the rules by doing this.

This question is also a question in the minds of many candidates present.

A scholar from Huaiyuan found the invigilator and said something with a stern expression.

The candidates looked at the place, waiting for the final result.

After a while, the invigilator walked up to several people in the National Education Academy, looked at Chen Changsheng and sighed, "This can't be done." ”

At least half of the priests who are in charge of invigilation and related affairs today are from the Religious Office, and they naturally take care of the National Religious Academy and Chen Changsheng everywhere, but those cares are in the details, such as tea, pen and ink, and the position of the seat, at this time, countless pairs of eyes watched Chen Changsheng ride a crane across the river, and there was no way to take care of it.

Chen Changsheng is naturally sure that he will make such an arrangement.

"The rules don't say you can't cross the river like this. ”

He pointed to one of the candidates and said, "Earlier, he asked the examiner on the other side of the river, saying that if he brought the mount of the elder of this sect and flew over, he would be able to pass the guò, and the examiner did not object. ”

The disciple of the Immortal Sect's Purple Qi Cliff was stunned, thinking to himself that his question had actually helped you, but being looked at by everyone, he couldn't say that there was no such conversation.

The invigilator was slightly stunned when he heard this, then shook his head with a smile and didn't say anything more.

Seeing this scene, naturally some candidates protested fiercely, Gou Hanshi and others, Tianhai Shengxue and Zhuang Changyu did not speak.

Su Moyu said: "Although...... It's a bit opportunistic, but it's not a rule violation, and I'm okay with that. ”

As a representative student of the Imperial Academy, his words at least had a certain amount of prestige among the students of the Kyoto Academy, and the two students of Zhuang Changyu and Star Picking Academy did not speak, and the voice of opposition gradually decreased, only some young cultivators from the south still relentlessly wanted the examiner to deprive Chen Changsheng of his qualifications.

"What about the people?"

Suddenly, someone discovered that there was no trace of Chen Changsheng and others by the river.

People turned to look, only to see that at some point, several people from the Anglican College had already left, and they were about to enter the sparse forest above the meadow.

A scholar from Huaiyuan looked at those figures and said in a cold voice: "It's really shameless. ”

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Chen Changsheng didn't think it was a shameless thing to ride a crane across the river, of course, he didn't feel that it was worthy of his pride, just like the world often said that he was smart, it was difficult to give a clear evaluation of emotional color, but the big court test was too important to him, and the opponent's strength was too strong, so he had to make use of all his advantages.

As long as he can achieve his goal and does not harm others, then the opinions of others have no effect on him. He wants to take the first place in the Great Dynasty Examination, and the biggest advantage now is that no one knows what his strength realm is, not even Luoluo, and at the same time, with the help of the Cardinal Office, he knows the strength realm of the rest of the candidates very clearly.

So when he saw the boy in the pavilion, he had a lot of uneasiness.

The boy was too mysterious to seem a little unfathomable.

In the cold spring breeze, the young man wore a single shirt, his sleeves rolled up, and his arms were exposed, and he seemed to be unafraid of the cold.

In the information provided by the Teaching Office, this young man is a candidate from the Star Picking Academy, named Zhang Tingtao.

Chen Changsheng believed that it was not his real name.

The young man did not participate in the literary examination at all, and crossed the forest sea as soon as possible, crossed the Qujiang River at the earliest, came to the forest, walked into the pavilion, and never moved again.

Whether it was Gou Hanshi, Tianhai Shengxue crossing the river, or falling across the river, or he riding a crane across the river, no matter how lively the meadow by the river was, he didn't come out of the pavilion.

The teenager didn't even glance at the river.

He stood alone in the pavilion, and the pavilion and the mountain were lonely.

It is impossible for such a lonely person to be named Tingtao.

Listening to the waves on the shore, it seems to be out of the ordinary, but in fact it is still noisy.

"If I'm not mistaken, his real name should be Folded Sleeves. ”

Tang Thirty-six looked at the young man in the pavilion with a very stern expression, "...... This is a wolf from the north. ”