Xue Zha only felt that his mouth seemed to be covered with paste, and he tried to struggle, but he heard Meng Sheng say: "Don't worry, it doesn't affect anything to speak, you just can't use the power of idioms." ”

"Uh......"

Xue Zha touched his mouth, and he said in his heart: You sealed my biggest hole card for me!

Meng Sheng didn't say more, his status was transcendent, not like Bai Sheng's little guys, he sent an incarnation to give Xue Zha a lot of face, and if he stayed longer, he was afraid of causing a lot of jealousy to this kid.

"Boy, there is a Jinshi sealed in that painting, just drip your blood on it when you use it. ”

After saying this, his figure flickered, and he returned to the Holy Courtyard from in front of Xue Zha in the blink of an eye.

Xue Zha carried the scroll in his hand, threw it and caught it, and then opened it, he saw that there was a table and two dishes drawn in it, and Lord Wen, Lord Yin of Anlu Mansion, was standing in front of the table, scratching his head and frowning and thinking about which one to choose.

Xue Zhe smiled and said, "None of them are your dishes!"

He rolled up the scroll again, and then put it into the man-swallowing gourd in his pocket, his mind moved, and he suddenly remembered: Duan Houlu's kid should still have an elephant-swallowing gourd in his hand that was touched from Ma Sanjian's corpse.

"Good boy, don't say anything about accompanying me out, take the initiative to hand it over to me, watch me go back and clean you up!"

He snorted and looked around, and found that the golden light on the four walls of the grass house was slowly receding, he tried to walk to the door, stretched out a foot and touched the much thinner golden light curtain, and found that there was no barrier there, and his foot easily penetrated out.

Xue Zha suddenly said: This golden light is probably the protection of himself, and it is Meng Sheng who prevents people with crooked minds like Lord Wen from attacking the geniuses in the grass house.

He calmly walked out of the cottage, and after following the road out of the courtyard in the northwest corner of the tribute courtyard, he walked directly to the gate of the tribute courtyard, pointed to the locked place and said to the soldiers on the left and right, "Open it for me!"

These soldiers all know him, this is the candidate that Lord Fu Yin focuses on, but now the Tongsheng exam has not been completed in a day, and now the lock is opened, it is a crime of killing the head!

An old man who looked like a deputy chief examiner in his costume stood up, and he politely bent down and explained: "Childe, don't say that we don't dare to open the lock now, even if Lord Fu Yin comes in person, don't think about opening this door now." ”

"Yo-he!"

Xue Zha looked at him, he didn't remember seeing it, and said in his heart: It looks very respectful, but what he said in his mouth, why did it make me angry so much!

He snorted and directly took out the painting that Meng Sheng handed him, and without hesitation, he directly bit the index finger of his right hand and wiped the blood on the painting scroll.

The surrounding soldiers and officials didn't know what he was doing, so they all looked at it.

Xue Zha shook his hand and threw out the painting scroll, and the painting scroll automatically unfolded in the air.

All the heads gathered together in front of the picture, and they were stunned to see that the person above was slowly walking out, and everyone knew that person, it was none other than their Lord Yin.

Master Wen stayed in the painting for a while, and when he wanted to take the bear's paw to eat after making a choice, he suddenly found that he couldn't move, and he realized that he might have been arranged by the sage.

When Xue Zha's blood was smeared on the painting scroll, he suddenly felt the free air, involuntarily, he walked away from the table, stepped out, and the painting scroll behind him rolled up and fell back into Xue Zha's hand, Lord Wen turned his head to look, Xue Zha nodded at him and smiled.

In a word, Meng Sheng is really here. ”

"Oh!' Fish, I Want It'?"

Lord Wen suddenly heard of Meng Sheng's move, and it is said that in the endless territory outside the Six Kingdoms, Meng Sheng relied on this one to break through to great prestige.

Lord Wen quickly changed his mentality, he didn't want to be arranged in the painting forever, although being a bodyguard for a future saint sounded promising, but he Wen Baoxian wanted to go to the state city to be a state pastor.

"Childe, if I perform well, if Childe's strength improves quickly, can Childe be old and free when he is not old. ”

"No problem, smash this door for me first!"

Xue Zha agreed to him without blinking, but his next sentence made everyone present frown.

The deputy chief examiner who had just stood up to speak spoke up again, and he rushed to Wen Baoxian with his fists clenched and shouted: "Lord Wen, what the hell is going on, is this kid plotting against you? We'll save you now!"

This guy pretended to be an escort, thinking that as long as Lord Wen was still their top boss and Lord Yin of Anlu Mansion was the chief examiner of this children's exam, then the locked gate of the Gongyuan behind him could not be smashed, and maybe he could teach the crazy boundless kid behind him a big lesson.

It's a pity that Wen Baoxian has one way to go now: that is, to follow Xue Zhe with all his heart and help him quickly improve his strength!

Wen Baoxian saw that his deputy couldn't see the situation clearly, so he hurriedly snorted and reached out to grab the black belt on his waist, this is a seventh-grade official in a red robe, grabbed the black belt on his waist and shook it, with Wen Baoxian's Jinshi physical fitness, he can beat ten people with strength.

The seven-rank official who was grabbed by him also thought the same, and he was shocked and asked for mercy, but he was stunned to find that Wen Baoxian couldn't shake him off.

Xue Zha and the surrounding soldiers were a little confused, they looked at Wen Baoxian and looked at the seven-rank official who was grabbed by the belt, and said in their hearts: What's the matter, could it be that the seven-rank official has been fat recently?

Although the deputy who was grabbed by Wen Baoxian was also puzzled, he knew that the key to the current problem was that Xue Zha was not Lord Fu Yin, he broke free and collided, Wen Baoxian was knocked away by him two steps, and the seventh-grade official rushed to Xue Zhe in three or two clicks.

Xue Zha instinctively wanted to use the power of idioms, but he remembered that Meng Sheng had sealed his power of idioms.

"Damn, isn't that forcing me?"

Xue Zha stepped back, he quickly put down the baffle on his chest, at this time, it was useless to write a long poem, so he had to use the shortest and most concise poem to restrain the seven-rank official opposite.

"Well, there it is, write this poem!"

Xue Zha's eyes lit up suddenly, and he didn't care where he was now, he grabbed the ink-stained brush of the examinee in the room next to him, and he grabbed the rice paper of the person next to him at the same time, as if he was racing against time, he wrote a seven-character quatrain of Wang Changling at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. ”

"But let the dragon city fly in, don't let Hu Ma do Yin Mountain!"

Shicheng, the center of the rice paper in front of Xue Zhe suddenly collapsed, and a black hole-like vortex appeared, which was like a water pump, frantically pumping out the surrounding culture.

The seven-rank officials who raised their fists and hit Xue Zha were stunned, "This ...... What the hell is this? Whose poems can still have this vision?"

But Xue Zha had a strange thought in his heart: Is this poem too powerful, and my own literary tone is not enough, so this poem automatically draws literary energy from the surrounding heaven and earth?

As soon as his idea came to him, a candidate in the distance exclaimed: "What's the matter? What about my tone? I felt extremely comfortable just now, but now...... Now I don't feel a little bit like that!"

"Damn, who robbed me of my temperament, why...... Why didn't I write a poem and even a lost tone came to me, this ...... Who the hell is this, who moved my tone!"

..................

Many candidates roared angrily, and these roars reached Xue Zha's ears, making the corners of his mouth twitch.

"No guessing, that's what I thought. ”

Xue Zha glanced at the rice paper on the baffle in front of him again, and he felt like a bomb burning his hands.

He rolled his eyes, and suddenly reached out to pick up the rice paper and slapped him in front of the candidate who had just snatched the paper and pen.

"I remember you, Zhu Yunshan, right...... Return you, this is my new first poem, very precious!"

Let's say it, Xue Zha ran away without looking back, and he didn't care whether Zhu Yunshan accepted it or not, he said in his heart: Don't up, whoever loves to death will die!

"Anyway, there's no good thing!