Fuso Dynasty.

In a city called Luojing, 300 miles away from Jieguang Mountain, a young man who looked like a scholar was carrying a bookcase and wearing a Confucian shirt, slowly walking towards the capital.

The scholar came to the city gate, looked up and saw the word Luojing, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After several months of hard work, I finally came to the capital of Fusang from a small village on the border of the Fusang Dynasty.

When I left my hometown, there was goose feather snow in the sky.

After coming to the capital, the ground was sprinkled with dusky leaves.

Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and if you can't stay with your family, the scholar will inevitably be a little melancholy, standing outside the capital of the Fusang Dynasty and hesitating.

Fusang is one of the top ten dynasties in the world, with a long history, a long history, a peak of national strength, and martial arts, and is undoubtedly the number one dynasty in Sangro Prefecture.

The people live and work in peace and contentment, and the ministers are loyal and virtuous.

In the land of a state, a hundred dynasties come to congratulate, and the tributes continue every year. However, it is different from the Daxuan Dynasty to force the small vassal states to pay tribute, otherwise they will be attacked by force.

In Sangro Prefecture, those small vassal states that paid tribute to the Fusang Dynasty were just using this to show favor to Fuso, one of the ten major dynasties of Sangro Prefecture, the first dynasty of Sangro Prefecture.

Moreover, the Fusang Emperor, regardless of the value of the tribute, treated the envoys equally, and on the banquet, there were left and right seats, but there was no order of ranking, and there was no difference in treatment.

At the state banquet, the Fuso Dynasty treated these envoys of small vassal states who voluntarily came to pay tribute, adhering to the concept of "courtesy and no humility".

That scholar was impressed by the national conditions of Fusang and felt that in this prosperous era, as a scholar, he had more opportunities to show his strength.

This time I went to Beijing to take the autumn exam, and the scholars were confident.

After reading 10,000 volumes, I realized that no matter what kind of exam I faced, it was nothing more than a good way to get my hands on it.

Luojing is the capital of Fusang, well-guarded, strict laws, the soldiers who defend the city, seeing this person standing outside the city gate, sneaky, suspicious appearance, can not help but have doubts.

A soldier in armor and a sword gave his colleague a look, and the two of them quietly approached the scholar, their hands already lightly resting on the hilt of their swords, ready to draw their swords at any moment.

At this moment, a carriage came galloping, the coachman was burly, his muscles seemed to be about to break his clothes, his strength was beyond ordinary people, the carriage was richly decorated, and it was obvious that he was sitting in the carriage at the moment, a nobleman.

But no matter who it is, this is the capital of Fusang, how can you drive hard?

Seeing this, the two soldiers in armor and swords who defended the city no longer cared about the frightened and weak scholars, and instead ran straight to the carriage that was about to rush into the city, while shouting, "Stop the carriage!"

The people who were also rushing into the city broke into the city gate in their carriages, and they avoided it one after another, and their eyes were panicked, and they separated to avoid the sides, making a way for the carriage.

The group of soldiers defending the city instantly surrounded the carriage, and they drew their swords out of their sheaths one after another, ready to attack.

Wei Rusong, the general defending the city, rode from the city, ordered his men to temporarily close the city gate, stood outside the carriage, and said in a deep voice: "Who is so bold as to dare to drive at the city gate?"

The burly coachman did not say a word, but stood up from the carriage, respectfully faced the curtain of the carriage, bowed his head slightly, and waited for his master to come out of it.

The scholar also looked curiously at the carriage carriage, wondering what kind of guy was so bold?

Everyone will wait and see.

The carriage, the curtains were slowly raised.

One person walked out, wearing a blue indigo gown, a jade flute pinned to his waist, his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were like stars, his facial features were sharp and angular, and there were two mustaches on his lips.

When the noble man saw that the soldiers defending the city were fighting in such a big battle, he couldn't help laughing and said: "I haven't returned for three years, and I don't know my son when I fall into Beijing?"

Wei Rusong, the general who defended the capital, was stunned at first when he saw this person, and then immediately raised his hand and ordered his subordinates to put their swords into the sheath.

Wei Rusong turned over and dismounted, took three steps, walked quickly to the carriage, looked up at the man, and said respectfully: "Welcome the prince back to Beijing." ”

I saw that the handsome young man stroked the jade flute on his waist casually, squinted his eyes and smiled: "General Wei, don't come unharmed." ”

This person's name is Gong Ziqiu, the son of the emperor, and the prince of Fusang.

Wei Rusong bowed his head and replied, "Thank you for your concern, everything is fine with Rusong." ”

Gong Ziqian nodded and smiled, Wei Rusong immediately got up, raised his left hand, and motioned for his subordinates to let him go.

Those onlookers, who were closer, heard the conversation between the two, and knew that this person was the famous prince of the Fusang Dynasty, and they couldn't help but feel curious, and wanted to see the face of the prince closely, so they could boast about it around their relatives and friends, but it was a pity that the soldiers guarding the city around the carriage, after getting Wei Rusong's order, made room for the carriage of the prince, and at the same time urged the people who entered and left the city to speed up their pace and not stay here.

The scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam glanced at Gong Ziqian from a distance, and sighed with emotion: No matter how much poetry and writing are in China, he can't be born in the emperor's family.

The palace of the Fusang Dynasty is famous in the entire Sangro Prefecture, and everyone knows it.

His name and legend are passed down in every household, but not everyone has the opportunity to see Gong Ziqian with their own eyes like today.

At the age of three, he could read four books and five classics, at the age of five he wrote poems and letters, at the age of seven he rode a horse and archery, and at the age of ten he practiced swords and guns. After the age of 16, it is more able to deduce divination, observe the stars, and solve the physiognomy.

What you see is what you learn, and what you learn is what you refine.

Everything in the world, just look at it, and you will be fine.

This prince of the Fusang Dynasty is both civil and military, well-read, sage articles at his fingertips, proficient in eighteen kinds of martial arts, and good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It is said that on the night of Gong Ziqiu's birth in the early years, Lord Yuan Ruzhong, the supervisor of Si Tian, watched the sky at night, and saw the stars that night, showing the trend of the stars for the moon, and the stars were shining, sprinkled in the deep palace, and fell on the queen's bed.

If it is said that the prince of an ordinary imperial family was born with a golden spoon. Then Gong Ziqiu, the son of the world, was born with a starlight key.

is such a god, but he has no bad habits at all.

I don't go to the Qinglou to drink flower wine, I don't rely on my background to oppress the people, and I won't be like other princes, I was quite scheming when I was a teenager and knew how to get close to the ministers.

For this prince, it seems that the greatest pleasure is to pursue the unknown, explore unknown areas, learn unknown things, go to secular dynasties and small vassal countries that have never been to, see the great rivers and mountains and spring flowers and autumn moons that have never been seen, listen to the stories of old people that have never been heard, drink wine that has never been drunk, and taste unheard of tea.

However, no matter what Gong Ziqian learns, it seems that if he has divine help, he is the only "all-powerful" person in the world.

If you take the fame, you deserve to be the champion.

If you enter the battlefield, there is no doubt about General Wu.

If it weren't for the secular emperor's family, who was not allowed to practice by the Confucian Temple Academy, this young prince must have already become a cultivator, right?

Some people are curious, what kind of person will Gong Ziqian become in the end?

His own knowledge and skills are so complicated, he really won't make a mistake?

But these questions can only be known to the young prince himself who abandoned the carriage at this moment and slowly walked into the capital with a burly attendant.

"Childe. The burly attendant suddenly frowned and asked his son.

Just because after the master and servant entered the city, they were followed by a poor scholar in the distance, and the man somehow kept watching the distance between the master and servant, neither approaching, nor being thrown off, I don't know what the purpose was.

Gong Ziqian smiled, waved his hand and said, "It's just a scholar, you don't need to pay attention." Cao Wang, you go and help Ben Gongzi get that thing back. ”

The attendant Cao Wang hesitated: "Childe, you have traveled to other states for more than three years, and you have just returned to the capital, and now that the situation is turbulent, I am afraid that Childe should not travel the streets alone." ”

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness, the prince of the Fusang King, said quite confidently: "Cao Wang, do you think you have a chance of winning against this son?"

The burly squire pondered for a moment and then replied, "Less than one percent." ”

"That's it. Gong Ziqian put away his smile, "Why don't you go soon?"

Cao Wang was in a street in Luojing at this time, and parted ways with Gong Ziqiu, one to the left and the other to the right. He wants to go and retrieve the things that were deposited with a "friend" three years ago for His Royal Highness, and I hope that the "friend" can honestly return the things, otherwise······

After seeing the attendant Cao Wang go away, the young prince squinted slightly, Confucianism refused to let the emperor's family embark on the road of immortality, and did not say that the emperor's family would not be allowed to practice martial arts.

Gong Ziqian turned around and sank into the sea of people, only a blink of an eye, his figure flashed dozens of times, and disappeared from the sight of the scholar who had been with him for a long time.

The latter had no choice but to turn around and rush in the other direction.

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In a green building called the Hero's Tomb in Luojing, a burly Gundam guest came.

The man walked with a tiger and a tiger, and his momentum was amazing, not like he had come to enjoy the warm fragrant nephrite, but as if he had come to find fault.

The old bustard of the hero's mound is named Shen Liang, and the sisters in the building call her Aunt Shen.

At this moment, this Aunt Shen was standing on the second floor, and from a long distance, she saw the person rushing upstairs violently, and thought that it was a newcomer sister who was ignorant, and I don't know when she neglected the uncle, and now people are looking for trouble.

Shen Liang hurriedly turned around and called out to the dozen thugs raised in the building, but he was not sure in his heart whether this group of wine bags and rice bags could overturn the burly man downstairs.

It happened that a sweet-looking woman came down the stairs from the upper floor, and saw the old bustard Shen Liang in a hurry, looking panicked, and didn't know what was going on.

The woman smiled and asked, "Aunt Shen, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Liang said breathlessly: "Ouch, my aunt and grandmother, did you see that group of Wang Wu and Liu Niao's group of rice buckets?

The woman shook her head and said, "I didn't see them, I guess I was gambling in the backyard, I'm afraid that my aunt will catch it, after all, last time my aunt said that if you caught them gambling in private, they will all be fined." ”

After saying that, the woman took a few steps forward, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and put her on the railing on the second floor, her eyebrows drooped slightly, and she looked down.

After just one glance at the man, the woman was relieved, her eyebrows stretched, and she smiled and said, "Auntie, don't panic, that guest is here to find me." ”

It is said that the old bustard Shen Liang was still walking downstairs a moment ago, planning to go to the backyard to catch the trouble of those thugs who gambled privately and catch them to stop people first.

I never thought that the girl behind me would say that the burly man had come to her on a special trip, so she was too careful?

This girl's name is Xuezhu, she is the Oiran of the Hero's Mound, and in the entire Luojing, she is not small, and the sons and daughters of each family like to share a room with this Xuezhu girl, a lonely man and a widow, and she has a long talk.

Since Xue Zhu said that the burly man was coming for her, it was probably right.

Aunt Shen turned around and asked, "Xuezhu, do you recognize that man?"

The woman nodded and smiled, she not only knew Cao Wang, but also knew the world-famous Fusang prince behind Cao Wang.

Gong Zi Xuan.

Aunt Shen was relieved at this time, and said with a smile: "Then I won't interfere in this matter, Xuezhu does things, and Aunt Shen is the most reassuring ······."

Cao Wang climbed to the second floor of the Qinglou and saw the sweet woman standing at the top of the stairs waiting, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

When the two met, they didn't say much, it was just that the woman was leading the way in front and the man was following behind.

Oiran Xuezhu took Cao Wang into a "Tianzi Room" on the second floor, closed the door, and deliberately walked to the window, closed the window together, and then walked to the wall, listened with his ears, and heard that the guests next door were turning clouds and rain with several Qinglou women.

Warblers and swallows, gloomy and resentful, groaning and panting, and so on.

Knowing that a living spring palace was being staged next door, Xue Zhu was relieved.

However, Cao Wang, in order to be perfect, still took out a yellow paper talisman from his arms and pasted it on the wall.

This charm can isolate sound and avoid "the wall has ears".

When the yellow paper talisman was attached to the wall, the panting and groaning next door were gone, and naturally, no one could hear any movement in the room.

The room was silent, and pins could be heard.

As the servant of the prince, it is not unreasonable for this person to be so careful.

Xuezhu waited for Cao Wang to do all this before he started to do it.

The woman took out an iron key from the crack in the bed, and searched silently by the wall, knocking and knocking, listening to the sound to distinguish the location, and it took about a stick of incense to find the Karakuri box.

Xue Zhu inserted the iron key into the Karakuri box, and muttered in his mouth: "Three long, two short, left front, right back, four urgent, six slow, reciprocating ······"

Cao Wang frowned and saw the woman squatting on the ground, carefully fiddling with the Karakuri box.

As a martial artist of the Seven Realms, Cao Wang has excellent eyesight and can easily capture any tiny detail, which is one of the reasons why this martial artist was able to detect that someone was always following him and Gong Ziqian in the vast sea of people.

He found that Xue Zhu's technique of playing with the skill box was quite skillful and regular.

The woman first tossed the key to the left, three long turns, then to the right, two short turns, then quickly four turns to the left, and then slowly turned six times to the right.

After doing all this, Cao Wang found that Xue Zhu had come back again in the same way as he had just played with the Karakuri box, in order to reverse the order.

After a "click", the Karakuri box that had been built by the Mo family mechanics at great expense was opened.

Inside the box, it was a snow-white gown, crystal clear, shining like a pearl of the night.

Oiran Xuezhu turned to the side slightly, stretched out a hand towards Cao Wang, and said, "I have always kept the robe of His Royal Highness the Prince in the Karakuri box, and I have never taken it out, it is intact, please review it Mr. Cao." ”

Cao Wang picked up the box with one hand and was about to reach into it with the other, but the snow bamboo hurriedly shouted: "Sir, don't worry!"

The man stopped instantly, his fingers hovering over the Karakuri box, just a little way away from reaching in, he turned his head and squinted at Xue Zhu, his face puzzled.

Xue Zhu explained softly: "Mr. Cao is too anxious, don't you see such an obvious mechanism? When taking the robe, you need to be careful to avoid the mechanism here, otherwise a martial artist like Mr. Rao will also suffer the pain of a broken arm." ”

She pointed to the end of the Karakuri box, the box was boxy, and only one side contained a mechanism, and Xue Zhu had already made a mark that only she and Cao Wang could understand at the mechanism in advance, and had already said hello in advance, but she didn't expect Cao Wang to be so careless.

However, after Xuezhu reminded him, Cao Wang laughed and said, "It seems that my son-in-law did not believe in the wrong person. From today on, Miss Xuezhu is a true friend of Childe. ”

The man confidently reached into the Karakuri box and took out the half-immortal rank immortal robe from it.

The name of the robe is "Liufang", which is worn on the body, invulnerable, and difficult to invade by water and fire, and can withstand the blows of the great cultivators of the Yuan Infant Realm, including sword cultivators.

Three years ago, Gong Zixuan temporarily handed over this Liufang robe to Xue Zhu, which was a temptation.

After all, Xue Zhu is a princess of the previous dynasty, and after the defeat, she was reduced to a Qinglou woman and a plaything under the crotch of the children of the major families in the capital.

It's just that such a sensitive person is willing to take the initiative to show favor to Gong Zixuan.

said that he secretly investigated the spies of the enemy country for him, caught the dead spies, and even probed some information about several other princes and their henchmen in the palace.

His Royal Highness, who had an unpredictable heart, acted as if he had no interest in integrating the throne at all, but he was willing to accept the overtures of such a Qinglou woman who was the princess of the previous dynasty.

Of course, Cao Wang saw that mechanism, but as Gong Ziqiu's right-hand man, if he Cao Wang lost his right-hand man, it would be equivalent to making Gong Ziqian lose a big help.

Will Xue Zhu remind himself that before the Liufang robe successfully returned to the hands of His Royal Highness the Prince, Cao Wang, as an attendant, temporarily made a small temptation.

The woman in the Qinglou just passed the test.

The rest of the game was like a formality.

The burly man came and went in a hurry, but he came empty-handed, and when he returned, the clothes on his body seemed to be thicker, but if others did not observe carefully, it would be difficult to find this clue.

After he left, Xue Zhu gently tore off the yellow paper talisman on the wall, threw it into the candle and burned it out, and slowly walked out of the room.

The door of the next room was wide open, and a group of unclothed Qinglou women ran out in a panic, screaming and screaming in their mouths.

The former princess of the former dynasty, now the Oiran of the Qinglou, slowly walked to the door and looked inside.

It was a young man who liked to come here to sing songs at night, eighteen years old, named Zheng Miao, and was the only son of a Shangzhu State in the Fusang Dynasty.

At a young age, he was hollowed out by wine and wealth, and he didn't know it.

He and Xuezhu also had a leg before, and he was a weak man who was not very good, and he liked to spend a lot of money and called a group of women to spend the night with him.

Right now, that gentleman is at the time when his life is hanging by a thread, and it is obviously the sequelae of overindulgence.

The girls who had been with him last night had a sweet mouth, but when something happened to him, they scattered one by one, and ran faster than anyone else.

Seeing the Oiran Xuezhu standing at the door at this moment, Zheng Miao had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and stretched out his hand to point to an embroidered bag placed on the wine table not far away, which contained his medicine, which could save his life.

Zheng Miao's voice was weak and weak, her face was pale, and she said slowly: "Snow... Miss Xuezhu, you are here······ Just right, help me get the medicine, I'll reward you a lot afterwards······"

The princess looked at the prince who was now in the Shangzhu Mansion, answered with a smile, walked into the room, and closed the door.

She slowly walked to the wine table, picked up the embroidered bag, took out a small black medicine bottle from it, and asked, "Zheng Gongzi, is this your medicine?"

Zheng Miao nodded again and again, overjoyed, he crawled to the side of the bed with difficulty, still weak, and said, "Miss Xuezhu, I want to give it to me." ”

The woman nodded, opened the medicine bottle casually, and slowly flipped her palm over, with the mouth of the bottle facing the ground and the bottom of the bottle facing the sky.

That Zheng Miao's eyes suddenly widened, and he was so angry that his blood surged, he pressed his chest violently, rolled over, and accidentally rolled from the bed to the ground, and his life was not long in coming.

He looked at the medicinal powder that slowly fell from the bottle, and was heartbroken, and used all his strength, pointing at Xuezhu and scolding: "Cheap woman, you are so bold enough! You dare to tease this son, and when this son returns home, he will definitely not be able to spare you!"

Although he kept scolding, when he was about to die, Zheng Miao still desperately crawled forward on the ground, wanting to climb to the feet of the oiran and open his mouth to catch the medicinal powder.

The princess of the previous dynasty, looking at the nobles of the present dynasty, looked so embarrassed, her face was like frost, but her heart was very happy.

She kicked away Zheng Miao, who was desperately crawling over, and sneered: "Drink your medicine on the Huangquan Road." ”

The woman lightly handed, and the bottle fell to the ground in response, shattering.

Gentle Township, Hero's Grave.

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A scholar who traveled thousands of miles from his hometown to the capital to take the exam stood outside the door of the examination room in Luojing, looking anxious.

It was a long journey, and it was difficult to estimate the thoughtfulness of the documents in the bookcase, and at this moment, he could not prove his identity no matter what.

The imperial examination system of the Fusang Dynasty was different from that of other places.

Only those who have passed the township examination in the spring will be eligible to enter the autumn examination.

The examination was held in Jingshi, and the location was set in Gongyuan.

The people who take the examination are all people from each county. They must prepare a set of documents in their hometown, after all, when they arrive in the capital, there are a lot of people, and they can't prove their identity just by saying their names, and they must show the documents to the guards who maintain order in the examination room to prove their identity.

It rained overnight before, the scholars hurried away, there was no comprehensive box of ancient books, the documents were soaked by the rain, and now they were sparse, twisted into shape, and they were broken when they were touched, and the handwriting on them was even more messy and unrecognizable.

Because of this, this lifter fought with the guards at the gate of the Gongyuan for a long time.

Seeing that the autumn exam was about to begin, the other candidates inside had already taken their seats, and he was the only one who had not entered.

But no matter how the scholar was emotional and reasonable to the guard, the guard was as iron-hearted as a stone, unwavering, no matter what the scholar said, the man only responded coldly: "The law is like this, I am just acting on orders, since there is no paperwork, I can't let you enter the examination room, even if you really have a place to take the examination, I'm afraid you will have to start all over again next year." ”

In the eyes of the scholar, these words were like a thousand pounds of boulders, falling on their heads.

After studying hard for ten years, he finally passed the township test, became a lifter, spent all his family savings, and found relatives and friends to scrape together before he made up the entanglement to rush to the capital.

On the way, save food and save money, eat and drink dew, sleep in the deep mountains and old caves at night, or temples and Taoist temples, ask for a bowl of water to drink, and occasionally eat a dry cake when you are hungry. I don't know how many blisters I had on my feet, and I was bitten by mosquitoes in the jungle for countless bags, because I didn't have the money to take a big boat, and when I was greedy to take a small boat, the small boat capsized in the river, and almost killed him in the belly of the fish.

Seeing that after months of hunger, cold and hardship, he finally came to the capital, intending to stand out in the examination, and must go to the palace examination, so that the Fusang Emperor could select himself as an official in the court.

Who knew that after all the hardships and hardships, when he came to the capital, he was standing outside the gate of the Gongyuan Courtyard, but because of the rain overnight, the documents were drenched······

The scholar was discouraged, and threw the bookcase on the ground, his head bowed, and his eyes were obscure.

His gaze swept over the sword at the guard's waist.

The scholar took advantage of the guard's inattention, and instantly pulled out the man's sword, which was placed horizontally on his neck, and there was no weight in his hand, he was originally going to force him to die, but as soon as he put the sword on his neck, he lost his sense of proportion due to excessive force, and cut a bloody mark on his neck.

Seeing that if he made any further progress, he would die with a whimper, and in a hurry, the guard was shocked and said, "You... Don't do stupid things, stay in the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood!"

The scholar doesn't care about it, but his heart is horizontal, and he plans to reincarnate as soon as possible if he can't enter the examination room, which is nothing more than a crooked neck.

He shouted, "Let me in!"

At this time, the guards made a difficulty, and they didn't want to be infamy, and they didn't want to be infamous for not being saved, and they didn't want to be held accountable afterwards for letting this scholar make an exception to enter, and cover him with a dereliction of duty. This errand of the guard of the tribute courtyard was reluctantly obtained for him by the second elder of the family, who dragged the relationship and sold favors. If you lose your errand because you are soft-hearted for a while, I am afraid that you will have no shame to face the second elder when you return home······

Just when the situation was in danger, an old man in a Confucian shirt walked out of the examination room, this person's name was Liu Yuanlang, who was a waiter in the Ministry of Rites of the Fusang Dynasty, and his official residence was the third grade.

Originally, as Liu Yuanlang, he didn't have to come to the examination room of the Gongyuan in person to be the chief examiner.

This kind of thing is generally done by subordinates.

Coincidentally, just because there is a student under Liu Yuanlang's sect who also happens to participate in this year's examination, this waiter of the Ministry of Rites has high hopes for his student, hoping that the student can carry forward the context of his own vein.

Therefore, Liu Yuanlang personally sat in the examination room this time, not to cheat for the students, but to give him some confidence.

Accompanied by Mr. Wang, the students will naturally have divine help when they write.

Liu Yuanlang, as the chief examiner, saw that there was a seat vacant, and no candidate sat down, seeing that the hour was coming, he couldn't help but worry a little about the absent candidate.

But today, because the examination room of the Gongyuan will be personally seated by this waiter of the Ministry of Rites, even he did not rush to speak, let the exam start, and the other examiners are not good at acting for them, so they can only accompany Liu Yuanlang to wait, anyway, the time has not yet come, wait a little longer, even if something goes wrong and the head blames it, isn't there also a waiter of the Ministry of Rites?

That Liu Yuanlang sent his subordinates, looked through the files, and knew that the seat belonged to a person named Yan Wenqing.

In addition to recording the name and place of origin, the file will also excerpt some of the articles written by the candidates in the township examination.

Liu Yuanlang was curious, and felt that Yan Wenqing was a good name, so he took a look down, and it was this glance that saw that the words in the article were really sharp, the pen was concise, the theme was clear, and the writing was unbridled.

This waiter of the Ministry of Rites only glanced at it, and was amazed by Yan Wenqing's article, knowing that this person has great talents, and his knowledge is not much better than that of his proud protégé, and he will definitely be able to stand out from the examination and have a bright future in the future.

However, such a person was absent from the exam?

It shouldn't be like this!

Liu Yuanlang, who loves talents and cherishes talents, is more anxious than that person, and happened to hear the noise outside the examination room, he walked out of the examination room and saw a scholar holding a sword, compared to his neck, the sword body was already bloody.

Liu Yuanlang hurriedly asked the guard, "What happened?"

The guard told the truth, saying that this person didn't bring papers, and he wanted to enter the examination room for the exam, and the guard did things according to the law, so naturally he couldn't let him in, so the scholar forced him to die.

After knowing the ins and outs, Liu Yuanlang made up his mind and asked the scholar, "What's your name?"

The scholar burst into tears, refused to let go, and cried, "What's the use of asking my name, you won't let me in anyway." ”

Liu Yuanlang hurriedly said, "Are you Yan Wenqing?"

Yan Wenqing was stunned, "How do you know my name." ”

Liu Yuanlang simply explained that he was the chief examiner, and learned his name from the candidate's file compiled by the documents sent by various counties, and said that it was okay to have no documents, and that he was a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and he had the right to make an exception to let him enter the examination room.

Hearing that he was able to enter, Yan Wenqing first asked in disbelief, "Really?"

The old Liu smiled and nodded, comforting him and putting down the sword to speak, and the latter let go and was taken into the examination room by Liu Yuanlang to participate in the examination.

As he passed by the guard, Liu Yuanlang patted him on the shoulder and said four words, making the guards of the Nagong Courtyard grateful.

You're not wrong.

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A handsome young man with a jade flute around his waist appeared in a restaurant in Luojing.

The name of the restaurant is "Forget to Return", which means that the wine here is so good that people forget to return home.

The young man was richly dressed, but he was not picky at all, and he did not "enter the room", and entered the private rooms on the second and third floors of the restaurant, and did not even enter the lobby on the first floor.

He just sat casually outside the restaurant, took off the jade flute from his waist, and put it on the table.

There were two or three wooden tables for drunkards who didn't have much money in their pockets.

And the wine sold to these drunkards is also wine mixed with water.

Xiao Er was busy in the lobby when he saw a guest coming from outside, and was about to go out to say hello, but was stopped by the shopkeeper.

"I'll entertain this person, and you're busy with your going. ”

The shopkeeper lifted a flask full of low-quality wine mixed with water.

He walked to the door, sat directly across from the young man's table, poured a bowl of wine for the young man, and said, "What kind of wind blew His Royal Highness the Prince here?"

Gong Ziqian said indifferently: "You may not believe it when you say it, it is a spring breeze." ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Isn't His Royal Highness the Prince of the World evil? Now that it is late autumn, where is the spring breeze coming from?"

"That's it. Gong Zi looked at the street, "This son is also strange." ”

His Royal Highness, the prince of the Fusang Dynasty, gently picked up the bowl of wine, raised his head and drank it cleanly, wiped his mouth when he was done, glared at the shopkeeper viciously and said: "Drink this kind of wine mixed with water for this son, aren't you afraid that I will call someone to kill your whole family in anger?"

The shopkeeper of the Forgotten Inn didn't care at all, smiled and poured a bowl of inferior wine for Gong Ziqiu, and said: "The prince is killed, killed early, do you still need to keep it until now?" ”

Gong Ziqian touched his beard, pretended to be contemplative, and thought for a while: "You are so clever." ”

The man rolled his eyes, not thinking that such a bad taste was a funny joke, and finally got into the subject, and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Gong Ziqian changed the cynical expression of the hippie smile, his expression suddenly became serious, he looked at the shopkeeper and said, "I want to enter the Linghu Cave Heaven." But I can't do it alone, you know, in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, martial artists are not as popular as Qi Refiners. If this son dies in it, no one will come to drink your mixed wine in the future. ”

The man's eyes lit up and he asked, "The prince has been away for three years, and he finally found the Linghu Cave Heaven?"

"Not bad. ”

"Where?"

"My son pinched his fingers, far away in the sky, all in front of him. ”

"Speak human words. ”

"Cut Guangshan. ”

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In the light of the mountain, Li Zijin is in the mountain temple, learning martial arts with a ball head.

Since the last time I chased with this temple Zhu of the Cutting Light Mountain Temple, Miao Zhu Dao Short has always wanted to learn Li Zijin's body method.

In the eyes of the head of the ball, the young swordsman's willow folding body method is as fast as thunder, how handsome.

The mountain monarch Ruoyi shouted and apologized to Li Zijin sincerely.

And the young man in the heart lake, who had already hung up "the sea is inclusive", also accepted the short apology, so the two became friends with the sentence "don't fight, don't know each other".

After getting along, the young man found that although the temper of this pill head was a little worse, his heart was not bad, but he did things recklessly, regardless of the consequences.

The woman Shanjun taught him a stern lesson, and now Dao Short has known his mistake about his extremely bad temper, and now he is more restrained.

In the past few days, Li Zijin has been living in the meditation room of the Hanging Temple at night, meditating and practicing.

During the day, you can either chant Buddha and eat fast with the little novice of the Hanging Temple, or go down the mountain early in the morning and come to the temple to find a woman and a temple to have a short chat.

Previously, Li Zijin learned from Wang Ruoyi that many of the immortal medicines in the immortal medicine volume of "Hug Puzi" had long disappeared from heaven and earth, but now there are still a small number of immortal medicines growing in the world.

For example, some little-known caves and blessed lands may have these immortal medicines growing in them.

After the female mountain monarch also became a god of mountains and rivers, she dealt with the grass and trees in the territory of the Fusang Dynasty, and what she heard from them was whether it was true or not still needs to be verified by the young man himself.

It's just that those grass and tree spirits have no reason to deceive the mountain king.

And Wang Ruoyi also has no reason to deceive the young man.

Li Zijin handed out a punch and smashed the two balls on the head of the ball, the short body shrank and dodged, and swept the young man with one leg, Li Zijin exerted force on his toes, jumped with both legs, and kicked the short chest.

The latter slapped his palms together with both hands on his chest, clamped the young man's legs, exerted his waist pole, tied his feet to the horse's step, and threw the black-shirted young man towards the century-old ginkgo.

The moment the young swordsman hit the ginkgo tree in the back, his figure flickered and disappeared, and then, he appeared on top of Dao Short's head, and slapped his palm on the head of the ball.

This trick made the latter evade, Li Zijin saw that he couldn't dodge, so he withdrew his hand, flipped in the air, floated to the ground, and said with a smile: "Learn martial arts, point to point, short brother, admit it." ”

The pill head was not convinced, but he had to be convinced, so he could only follow his hands and fists, learn the young swordsman's Jianghu qi, and said: "Brother Zijin is strong in martial arts, and the younger brother is not an opponent, so he is willing to bow to the ······."

The stunning woman Shanjun on the side sat in the court, watching the flowers bloom and fall.

Hearing the interesting conversation between the two guys, one big and one small, the woman smiled.

Since the boy stayed in Jieguang Mountain, there has been a lot more anger here.

Li Zijin smiled: "Then take a break and fight again?"

Maruko gasped and nodded in agreement, "Rest and fight again." ”

The young man snorted, turned around and walked to Wang Ruoyi and sat down, the latter poured a cup of tea for him, and watched the young man drink it too late to tell him to be careful.

Li Zijin drank the tea, wiped his mouth, and smiled brightly.

The temple blessing road is short, climb to the ginkgo tree, climb high and look into the distance.

"Huh?" Dao Short covered his brow with one hand, looked into the distance, and caught a glimpse of two men walking towards the mountain temple from a distance.

Nadao looked into the distance, then looked down at Li Zijin, and said to himself: "Awesome, awesome." ”

I saw two people in the distance, one person with a jade flute on his waist, one person with a long knife hanging behind his back, two people walking side by side, every step forward, one step across a few zhang distance, between leisurely walks, a few breaths have crossed dozens of zhang, the body is treacherous and mysterious, not the immortal on the mountain, or the martial arts master.

"Brother Zijin, do you have a senior brother? There are two guys who look like you! Whoosh, they're coming!"

Before the words fell, the two of them just "walked" to the gate of the mountain temple.

Wang Ruoyi was the first to get up, Li Zijin was just about to stand up, but she held her shoulder, and then sat back again, she smiled and shook her head, indicating that there was no big problem.

When the two "immortals" walked in front of the mountain temple, they no longer used their magical powers, but stopped outside the door.

One of them, a handsome young man with a beard on his lips, smiled, looked at the woman Shanjun, raised his hand and said, "Luojing Gongzi, I have seen Lord Shanjun of Qiguang Mountain. ”

The person beside Gong Zixuan followed and said: "Luojing Huo Ruhui has seen Shanjun." ”

The woman Shanjun narrowed her eyes, her gaze swept over Gong Zixuan, and fell straight on Huo Ruhui.

"You're just a ghost with a knife?"

The man raised his head, grinned, showed a row of white and neat teeth, and said, "Huo has not been called that for decades. ”

The woman Shanjun of Jieguang Mountain said with a smile: "Mr. Huo's name is like thunder, and he has admired it for a long time. ”

After greeting this Mr. Huo first, Wang Ruoyi turned his head to look at the palace Ziyi, hesitated for a moment, and then gave him a blessing, and saluted: "Cut the light of the mountain, I have seen His Royal Highness the prince." ”

After all, this person is the rightful prince of the Fusang Dynasty.

If nothing else, in the future, this person will also be the son of heaven of the Fusang Dynasty, and the power will be in the land of a state.

As the mountain monarch of the Fusang Dynasty, she should see this person saluting.

That Gong Ziqian turned sideways slightly, avoiding the salute of the female mountain monarch, so that her move "fell in the empty place", and smiled: "Ziqian doesn't dare to accept this big gift." ”

Wang Ruoyi smiled, no longer forced, it is one thing for others to accept it, and it is another thing to do it yourself.

His Royal Highness finally turned his gaze to the ginkgo tree and looked at the young swordsman dressed in black and red brocade.

Gong Ziqian deliberately asked, "Who is this?"

The woman Shanjun introduced: "This Taoist friend has been practicing in my mountain recently. ”

The young man got up and hugged his fist slightly at the prince of the Fusang Dynasty and said, "Under Li Zijin." ”

Gong Ziqian returned the salute with a fist and said with a smile: "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is good. ”

Li Zijin is inexplicable, when has this person seen me out of the sword?

That Gong Ziqian was very determined.

This boy is the spring breeze.