White clouds rolled up, one by one.

The breeze is howling and changing.

The sea of people is like sand, pouring ten miles.

Look up, white jade spirit platform.

"Phew!"

The golden bell cried, the Temple of Heaven left and right, and the two halls of Qiankun walked out of two officials. The Qiandian is the head of the Ministry of Rites, and the book is not shining, and the holy decree is led by more than ten civil officials. Kun Hall is headed by the royal forest god will roll the blinds, mighty and strong, holding red silk collar military attachés more than ten. The two civil and military forces walked to the white jade altar in the center of the Temple of Heaven. The candidates then turned into a tide and shrank under the altar, densely covering a radius of ten miles.

The mountains of Sichuan are solemn and solemn.

The white marble carved lacquer Nine Dragons statue stands in nine directions, the sun shines on the yellow and white, and the glory is like a real dragon gazing, and it is indescribable. Forty-nine white jade tiger pillars are inlaid with gilded powder, and the seven-layer spiritual platform is placed up and down like a king's pagoda, which is a metaphor for the supreme supremacy. In all directions of the stage, with the two military attachés of the unified examination stepping on the high platform, the majestic horn sounded far away, and the priests of the Kagura Department waved their long sleeves one after another, stepped on the gang, and danced the sacred dance of the palace to worship the heavens.

"Doot toot..."

In the outer ring of the Temple of Heaven, the sound of trumpets and gongs and drums sounded.

With the sound, 9981 large red incense sticks were offered by nine ceremonial officials and placed under the altar, in front of the nine statues of the true dragon gods. The Imperial Forest God on the altar carefully placed the red silk in his hand on the dragon seat of the Son of Heaven, and then bowed down and took a step back, standing side by side with the Book of Rites on the left and right of the dragon seat. Set up a high platform, look down, look inside and outside the Temple of Heaven, all living beings.

"Can it be arranged?"

"It's been arranged. ”

Xun Shangshu's mouth opened slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Your Majesty's meaning is not to make a move no matter what, do you know?"

"It's been instructed. ”

The blue-faced god stared at Kong Wu's eyes, looked at the audience fixedly, and replied in a deep voice: "Please enter the urn, kill the turtle in the urn." ”

"Yes. ”

Xun Shangshu nodded without a trace: "That's very good." ”

“......”

On the high platform, the words were deep, as if there was a strategy lurking.

Under the high stage, Xiao Xiao whispered, like flowing water.

Looking up, the Lingtai dragon seat is particularly conspicuous, especially the touch of red, which is like a bright ruby set between the brilliant white jade. There is infinite mystery and uneasiness.

"Looks like he's in trouble again. ”

"Xia Xun?"

"It can only be him. ”

On the southeast side, there are dozens of southerners.

Led by two scholars, the paper fan shook gently in the cool breeze, and the abacus shook hands quietly. As the young son of Yueyang's iron fanmen, Fang Qingqiu knew how small Yueyang was and how big the world was after coming to Kyoto for half a month. I feel ridiculous for the cruel words I once released. He thought that he could boast of being a talented man in the world, but it turned out that some people were no longer at his level.

"He's never been in trouble. Fang Gongzi said.

The index finger and thumb flew and fiddled with the abacus, and Du Shao said: "This time the trouble may be even greater." ”

"How big can it be?"

"I'm afraid it's comparable to Shoushan. ”

“......”

South of the Temple of Heaven, the front of the Lingtai.

Due to the high position, everyone standing here can faintly observe a hint hidden under the red silk from the corners of the red silk floating from time to time. It was like a tourmaline seal. It's just that few people know why a tourmaline seal is placed on the dragon seat. Of course, it does not include a few royal teenagers who accompany the dragon all year round.

"The father actually invited this artifact out. ”

Long Gongzi said meaningfully, and the burly man standing beside him still didn't seem to understand what was under the red silk, and asked, "Which divine object?"

Looking up at the dragon seat, the dragon prince stared solemnly: "The one that is on the oath of the saint." ”

"Ahh

The burly man suddenly realized.

Although he didn't go to the imperial study often, he remembered the jade seal on the oath of the paper. After all, that's not an ordinary Son of Heaven jade seal.

"What does Father mean by this?"

"Hehe, look at the providence. ”

“......”

Providence is difficult to disobey and unpredictable.

Who knows what providence means?

In the middle of the west side, silver light flashes.

Like fish scales shining in the scorching sun.

Pure Yang, there are thousands of Pure Yang disciples who have taken the national examination this year, but there are only more than 1,000 people who can pass the initial examination. These more than a thousand Pure Yang disciples are all gathered here now, and they look silver and bright at a glance. The long-sleeved Dao crown is worn, the belt is tied with a silver pendant, and different Taoist robes are of the same standard, all of which are pure Yang Qin Feng Dao clothes, carrying a three-foot silver sword on their backs. They come from different pure yang perspectives all over the Tang Dynasty, but they also respect the main lineage of immortals. No matter how many disputes there have been, as long as the Pure Yang Palace gives an order, it is incumbent on them to go to the soup.

This is the Dao of Pure Yang...

"Sha..."

The snow-white brocade in the center was particularly eye-catching, and she seemed to have a premonition of something. Gently lift the sleeve and hook your fingers.

"Dao Sheng. ”

"Huh. ”

Hearing this, a young Taoist in a gray robe hurriedly walked a few steps forward, bowed down and asked, "What does Uncle Xiao command?"

"Order people to quickly memorize the eighth volume of the Taixuan Sutra. ”

"Uh, why is that?"

"No need to ask. ”

"Uh, okay. ”

The crazy woman is really a little crazy, just now she made a scene of washing the examination room with a lot of blood, and at this time, she actually asked people to memorize a piece of Taoist scriptures. No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the affair here. It's just that he was afraid of the majesty of this white-headed little uncle on weekdays, and the little Taoist didn't dare to ask more, so he turned around in a daze and passed the words down.

The Taoists are afraid of Yu Youran, but Mo Yan is not afraid.

After the little Taoist turned around to pass the word, Mo Yan asked coldly, "Is it aimed at us?"

The cold wind is white and colorless.

"It's mostly against them. ”

"Oh?"

Moving his eyes to the northwest, looking at the hundreds of biao-shaped men and women in the distance, Mo Yan asked coldly, "What is the reason for the recitation?"

"Daozu is pure yang, no one can be humiliated. ”

“......”

Looking northwest, the style of painting suddenly changes drastically.

That one is presumptuous...

Hundreds of sturdy people sat or lay or stood in the arena unscrupulously, shouting, scolding, laughing, and talking. He didn't pay attention to the sacredness of the spiritual platform at all, and it was even more abrupt in the solemn scene around him. So much so that many candidates in the vicinity were afraid that they would get into trouble, so they kept a considerable distance from them, and vacated a few zhang ring road with no one along the way, which was embarrassing.

In this regard, Xia Xun is also very helpless.

The nature of the northerners is like this, like a bison on the grassland, a lone wolf on the ice field, heroic and arrogant. Even if they left Beiman, they still couldn't change this nature that was deeply ingrained in their blood. Xia Xun couldn't use his own way of doing things to bind them into a puppet. Although Xia Xun could do it, he was never willing to force others to do something. Therefore, as long as these hundreds of people don't do anything too out of the ordinary, Xia Xun can only turn a blind eye.

"Looking for less, what are the two stupid scoops doing on stage?"

"It's just, it's stupid to try to dance the fuck this day. ”

"Dancing is dancing, and you're pretending to be a ghost. ”

"Uh..."

The index finger lightly scraped the bridge of his nose, angry and funny, Xia Xun Renjun explained: "This is called the sacrifice to the sky, which is a sacrificial step for the Central Plains Imperial Court to pray for the prosperity of the country, not a dance." Now the hour has not come, and the two civil and military attachés on the stage will be able to speak. Be patient. ”

"Oh, stupid. ”

"This Central Plains person just has a problem with his brain, he is holding back the competition, he is playing conspiracy and tricks, and he is doing this fancy thing, and he is so idle that his eggs hurt. ”

"Haha, that's a good point! If I knew this, I should have brought a few cylinders to save me, and sat and watched while drinking. ”

"Haha..."

"Eh, don't laugh so loudly. ”

"Oh, can he take care of me if I laugh at him? haha..."

Xia Xun was powerless to persuade, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

"Amitabha. ”

The little monk on the side suddenly recited a Buddha name, raised his head and asked Xia Xun: "Master Xia, do you know what the red cloth covers?"

Xia Xun lowered his head slightly, and replied to the little monk with a soft smile: "I should have guessed." ”

"Amitabha. The little monk recited the Buddha's name again: "Since Lord Xia Shi knows it in his heart, the little monk will not lie about it." ”

Xia Xun clasped his hands together: "Thank you, little master, for reminding me." ”

The two sentences of dialogue were very interesting, and Xia Hou on the side bit the dog's tail grass lightly, grinning and asking, "Ah Xun, what is that?"

Xia Xun put down his folded hands and replied with a side face: "A national weapon." ”

"National weapon?"

Xia Hou didn't know what it meant: "I've heard of holy weapons, artifacts, and immortal weapons, what is this national weapon?"

Xia Xun said: "As the name suggests. ”

"Sacred weapons and artifacts are the vessels of the human palm, immortal artifacts are the vessels of the cactus, and the national artifacts are the important weapons of a country. It's like the speechless scroll of the Heavenly Pavilion, the seven-star sword of the Seven Star Courtyard, this national weapon is the Zhenguo artifact of the Tang Dynasty. ”

"Holy!"

Come on...

It's okay that Xia Xun didn't explain, and as soon as he explained, all the northerners quieted down.

In their consciousness, any weapon is good, to put it bluntly, it is used to fight, and now there is such a Zhenguo artifact on the Lingtai Dragon Seat, isn't this obviously doing things?

"Damn, they're going to do something again?"

"Damn! This Central Plains Imperial Court wants to kill us!"

"Uh..."

Seeing that the northerners were about to mess up when they rolled up their sleeves, Xia Xun hurriedly waved his hand to stop: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, this is not a national weapon for dry racks, don't worry." It's just..."

"Just what?" asked Xiahou.

"It's just that we're in trouble again. ”

"I'll fuck it, it's over!"

“......”