There are three customs in the National Academy, and the customs are different, and the customs do not stop.

There was not much time left for many teenagers to digest the first level, and soon Senior Brother Sun left with a smile, and an elegant bachelor and a cold sergeant appeared again.

"Little guys, you can call me Mr. Li, a disciple of the Wenge, and this one next to me is the Mao teacher of the Wuge, and this exam is presided over by the two of us. ”

All the disciples saluted.

"Although the national academy is a place of cultivation, it is also a place to cultivate talents for the empire. Mr. Li glanced at the roster, and the names recorded on it were all teenagers who had just passed the first exam.

"Seventy-two, it's not bad compared to previous years, who among you wants to enter the Tao with literature?

"Dare to ask sir, what is the meaning of entering the Tao with literature, and whether it is possible to practice. ”

"Verbal criticism, writing, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting can all be called literature, and this kind of one can be practiced. ”

"Dare to ask Mao Jiaoxi, what is martial arts?"

The young man who questioned was Zhang Miaomiao, the son of the Hubu Shangshu, and his performance was very eye-catching before, and in addition to his noble status, he was quite famous in the capital, and Mr. Li was also very polite when answering questions.

Mao Jiaoxi looked vicious, a centipede-like scar under his left eye ran through the corners of his mouth, but he didn't raise his eyelids when he heard it, and he didn't make a sound.

Zhang Miaomiao's face changed slightly, and she looked at Mr. Li, who shook his head helplessly: "To enter the Tao with martial arts is to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and establish military merits." ”

"You're wrong, it's murder. Mao Jiaoxi snorted coldly and corrected.

The people of Wu Zhou are fierce, from the time of the establishment of the country is the world, until the world has been set to open the imperial examination to recruit talents, for the people of Wu Zhou, killing people is common, but for some reason, from the mouth of this Mao Jiaoxi, there is some chill and fear in the heart.

"I choose Wuge. The first person to decide was not others, it was Xu Ran who was sitting on the ground panting heavily.

"Hmph, grandstanding. ”

"This man still has the strength to speak. ”

"Although the National Court is educated, beggars like him should be disqualified. ”

"If such a person enters the kingdom, he will not lose all the face of the kingdom? ”

Many teenagers talked about it, if the previous first-class results were obtained by the sons of ministers of the DPRK and the central government such as Zhang Miaomiao, they would not say anything, but they were obtained by such a person of unknown origin and who had no background at first glance, and their faces could not be hanged.

Zhang Miaomiao looked back at Xu Ran, the latter was still wearing his hair loose, and the whole person looked no different from a beggar, he sneered: "Although you have obtained the first grade, but you are seriously injured, not to mention passing the martial arts exam in the second level, it is difficult to stand up, I advise you to leave as soon as possible, and avoid being embarrassed here, people who dare not leak out of their faces, what qualifications do you have to say." ”

Xu Ran trembled and raised his head suddenly, under this ordinary face, there were a pair of vicious eyes.

Zhang Miaomiao subconsciously took a few steps back, and then her face was full of anger: "You..."

"Enough. Mao Jiaoxi scolded: "Give you time to think about it." ”

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The results were expected and yet unexpected.

The first Tang Dynasty decided to open the imperial examination in the world, and the literati surge gradually replaced the position of the military attaché, and then there was no war for many years, and now His Majesty is in power, and once again put the focus on the literati, fifteen years, the national court opened the door again, and there was only one disciple who wanted to enter the martial arts, and this person was Xu Ran.

In fact, it is very easy to understand that no war means no military merits, no military merits no fame, no fame and no resources, and no resources to practice a fart.

For such a result, Mr. Li was already smiling from ear to ear, and tried his best to restrain himself from exploding on the spot, and hurriedly said, "The disciple who chose Wenge followed me into the examination room. ”

Zhang Miaomiao took two steps back when she entered the gate of the National Academy, and whispered in Xu Ran's ear: "To put it very cliché, I remember you, I hope you can become a disciple of the National Academy smoothly, otherwise you will not even be as good as a beggar." ”

In the depths of Shenlong Street, the front of the National Courtyard became empty, and the people who did not pass the first level were dispersed, and now only Mao Jiaoxi and Xu Ran standing in front of the door remained.

The four eyes were facing each other, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

"Your body can't practice at all. ”

"I know. ”

"I was behind the door for the first exam. ”

"What do you want to say?"

"The perseverance is good, and I know that if a seedling like you can practice, he will be a little successful. ”

"Is the lesson going to make me give up?"

Mao Jiaoxi looked at Xu Ran's eyes very seriously: "The National Academy has never regretted it, since you choose to take the exam, but you have to understand that some things can be done without persistence." ”

Xu Ran got up slowly, this process was extremely sore, he gritted his teeth, looked at Mao Jiaoxi with the same seriousness, and saluted slightly: "The disciple wants to try." ”

"Okay, I won't stop you, if you can stop my sword, you will pass this second level. ”

"Where. ”

"Right here. ”

Mao's sword had been infinitely enlarged in Xu Ran's eyes, and the three-foot Qingfeng was as fast as thunder.

Death is imminent, and the feeling of being in the abyss and danger once again comes to mind.

The breath of death, the terrifying and irresistible pressure, this sword pierced his heart, so that he did not have the slightest thought of resisting.

He remembered that the three men in black who had slaughtered the village were also so powerful, so powerful that they felt death, faced death, and really died.

He was unwilling, but that was all.

There was a wind blowing, blowing Xu Ran's hair, fluttering slightly.

There was a sword and stopped, stopping at Xu Ran's heart, flashing with cold light.

In front of the gate of the national courtyard, a person held a sword against an inch of the person's heart, with surprise on his face.

One person had his eyes closed and his face was complicated.

Strange pictures, strange winds, strange two, strange swords.

wind stop,

Sword harvest.

Xu Ran opened his eyes and looked at Mao Jiaoxi in confusion: "You won't kill me?"

"Why did I kill you. ”

"Just now..."

"There are no dead people in front of the gate of the national courtyard, this is the rule, you can only feel the sword intent of killing if you have a demon in your heart, if you have no demon in your heart, it is just ordinary to stab you. ”

Xu Ran was silent, he didn't notice that Mao Jiaoxi's sword trembled a little at the moment it pierced into his clothes, and he didn't know that the letter attached to his heart had just flashed, and the word "leaf" on it exuded a breath.

The air comes, the wind moves.

The gas stops, and the sword is closed.

"You passed the second level of the exam, but I want to tell you, you can't pass the third level of the Martial Pavilion. Mao Jiaoxi left a back, and the voice came again: "You wait like this, someone will come in a moment." ”

"Teach Xi, don't you go in?"

"Why should those who cannot come in come in? ”