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The first of the examinations is called "Huiyuan". When the list was announced, the news spread wildly in Chang'an, and there were good people in the streets and alleys who were talking about it with relish.

Now, the message reached Chen Sanlang's ears naturally.

But before that, Chen Sanlang already felt something.

Time back to the time when I ate wontons before, in the world of Mud Pill Palace, an ancient book appeared, antique and fragrant, and there was a thick breath, coming from the east, turning into wind.

The wind is like wine and orchid, like sympathy in the ears of the people, when it blows on the ancient book, the fourth page of the book is opened.

Opening a page of a book is like opening a box full of treasures, filled with a sense of joy and satisfaction in exploring and obtaining treasures:

So I toured around and calmed down. The horse is gone, and everything is donated......"

"The blades are all empty, the eyes are all gone, contemplating the secluded rocks, and the ...... of the Changchuan River"

The words are like pearls, treasures, and the brilliance emitted envelops the whole mind, and the shape gradually becomes clear, highlighting the dignified atmosphere.

Chen Sanlang felt such a change, and immediately understood that it was because of his new fame.

"Haoran Silk Book", when seeking from the red dust, and the instrument of qi, the fame is also.

If the name is not right, it is not good, and it has been true since ancient times. It is because of some heroes who have risen in the recklessness, and when the foundation is small, they often ask people to do things and make up some mysterious gimmicks.

In Chen Sanlang's memory, there is a legendary story of "Killing the White Snake Uprising".

This story may seem absurd, but it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, thus covering the person in charge with a layer of mystery. When spread among the people. It can often play an extremely important role in promoting the awe of the people. as well as being convinced, and finally choosing to follow.

Those who come from reckless backgrounds have their own methods. As a scholar, he was able to take the mainstream road, and he rose to the top through the imperial examination and gained fame.

In this era of the world, the status of scholars is quite high, especially some people with superior achievements, such as the champion of the imperial examination, they are often called "Wenqu Xing" by the people, and they are the stars of the world. It's already the rudiments of a myth.

However, from another point of view, fame is a help, and it has many limitations. When the temple examination is over, it is the apex. Prosperity and decline, when turning from the road of fame, embarking on a career of officialdom, embarking on a more complex process, whether you can get out of it is another matter.

Career and fame. There are too many differences in the storage zài.

On the road to fame, studying hard in the cold window is nothing more than an article exam, even if you travel thousands of miles. It's also quite a purely individual act. However, above the official career, the officialdom is filthy, and the people's hearts are like ghosts. is like an enemy, but it is difficult for the people who pay attention to the character of the reader to adapt to it.

This is also the successive dynasties. One of the main reasons why it is often difficult for those who excel in the imperial examination to rise to prominence in officialdom.

Gossip aside, let's get down to business. The fourth page of the "Haoran Silk Book" was opened, and a new chapter was revealed, and Chen Sanlang was very helpful, and he immediately understood that he had been admitted to the Gongshi.

It's just that the number of places has not yet been determined.

Now listening to the shouting of the good deed, he suddenly felt that he was in a good mood, and his spirit was flying, and he couldn't help but feel a little light.

After all, he was only twenty-one years old.

When Steward Namo heard that Chen Sanlang was admitted to Huiyuan, he was immediately dumbfounded and retreated.

On this errand, he was ordered by his son, which could have been said to be unscrupulous, even if the other party was a township test Xie Yuan, he didn't take it very seriously, even if he took the person down and went back to restore his life.

However, at this time of the bone joint, the news came that Chen Sanlang was admitted to Huiyuan, and the situation suddenly changed subtly.

From lifting people to jinshi, it is a great hurdle. In the situation of a mountain of bureaucrats, if you want to become an official, you don't know how many favors you have to deal with, and how long you have to wait in line before you may have the possibility of becoming an official.

Therefore, most people spend their lives just being local squires and celebrities, and that's it.

But Jinshi is different, Jinshi will be an official 100%, the difference is just the size of the official rank. What's more, after the examination, there is the temple examination, and the tribute is saintly, and he can go directly to the heavens, how can he not have any scruples?

Steward Mo understands that his son-in-law's identity is sensitive, and he must not go wrong at this time and damage his reputation. So he said with a stupid face: "The surname is Chen, you are lucky." ”

After that, he brushed his sleeves and left, ignoring even his subordinates who were lying on the ground.

Xu Jun smiled and said, "San Lang, congratulations on your high school." Tsk, before I know it, my Saburo is a ......"

Swish!

Suddenly, a guard who was lying on the ground screaming in pain flew up, as fast as lightning, clearly at the level of a first-class master.

The cold light in his hand shone brightly, holding a sharp dagger, and stabbed viciously at the defenseless Xu Jun.

Attack!

Deadly attack!

"Be careful!"

Chen Sanlang was so anxious that he couldn't care about anything, and his mind moved, and the evil sword turned into a bolt of lightning, which stabbed into the assassin's throat in an instant, bringing out a puddle of blood.

His reaction was not unfast, but the attacker was too close, the speed was too fast, and the move was completed neatly, but fortunately, at the last moment, the dagger was slightly deflected, and only stabbed Xu Jun's right upper arm.

Because at this time, the assassin had been pierced through the throat by a small sword, and he died.

Seeing the blood on Xu Jun's shoulder, Chen Sanlang's heart trembled, he stepped up with an arrow, and asked anxiously, "Jun'er, are you okay?" ”

......

In the courtyard, in the pavilion, the Zhengyang Dao Chief, who was stepping on the Kui Xingbu, opened his eyes, and there was a burst of fine light - the time had come.

I saw him take a long breath, his whole body Dao robe fluttering without wind, the Dao crown on his head was broken, and his white hair was flying. On the peachwood sword in his hand, there are runes that excite brightness, emitting light and shadow of about three inches, twisting and turning, and the dragon and snake turning, which is extremely mysterious.

Immediately after that, the right foot moves and takes the first step, followed by the second step......

An astonishing situation happened, and every step that Zhengyang Dao Chang took took changed his appearance by a point. At that moment, it was as if I had taken a panacea and rejuvenated.

First of all, the long snow-white hair, little by little, layer by layer. Finally, it is dark and shiny, and then it is the turn of the face. The deep wrinkles of the original ravines slowly spread out. Smoothed out a little bit, pulled into smooth skin, and the facial features reappeared the edges and corners, looking. But at the age of more than thirty, it is unimaginably young.

Step 4 and Step 5......

At this moment, he had suppressed all the backlash and dark injuries he had suffered before, and as the momentum on his body continued to rise, the whole person slowly recovered to the peak state of his life.

This is a battle that does not face to face, but faces life and death, this is a break in the entanglement of cause and effect, and this is the Taoist priest who has come down from the mountain. The most critical slaughter.

There is no room for loss in killing.

The young master's century-old foundation, the number of spring and autumn qi of the Daomen, is only today.

Step 6, Step 7......

The head of Zhengyang Dao stood still suddenly, but it was already a strange way of moving in the zigzag shape of guò, just before the stone case.

Out of the sword!

The peachwood sword suddenly picked up, and the talisman was like a spiritual snake, quickly wrapping around the sword body. The two have been bent all the time. Perfection is exactly in line with the truth of the universe to the rigid and the soft.

The blade of the sword was cold, and it stabbed viciously on the head of the puppet whose appearance and shape resembled Chen Sanlang:

"Heaven and earth are yin and yang, and the two qi circulate. One thunder lives, one thunder dies ......"

Bang!

If there is a response from high in the sky, a thunder will explode.

March. Spring thunder sounds.

......

"Jun'er, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Sanlang hurriedly tore off the strip of cloth. You have to help her bandage.

The spring thunder rang out violently and sounded high in the air.

This time. It's different from the last time. Last time, the lightning speed was extremely abrupt and exploded directly in the ears, which made people unprepared. However, the sound is fast, but the power contained in it can only be said to be average, it comes and goes quickly, and it is blocked by the ancient book, and it quickly dissipates.

And now, this time the thunder, the sound is rolling, endless, from the nine heavens to the down, and finally listening to the ears, the whole body can't help but tremble, the whole person seems to be numb and soft, unable to exert strength.

Pain!

The heartache was like an erupting frenzy, and it was instantly drowned.

It's so painful that my mind is so confused by the pain, as if it is mixed with a large ball of paste, and my consciousness is entangled, and I can't even tell where I am, what my surname is. I just felt that my head was about to be blown open by the raging thunder......

"Ahh

Chen Sanlang let out a heart-rending howl, holding his head in his hands, extremely painful.

Airplanes!

The sword of slashing evil was as angry as it was in the body, and the glittering blade kept spinning, like a swinging hour hand. It's just that it's fast, and it looks chaotic, like a headless fly, and it can't find a place at all.

There is no other reason, as the master, Chen Sanlang is in the midst of deep pain, and his consciousness is beginning to be lost, how can he still control the little sword?

"Saburo?"

When Xu Jun saw this, he immediately understood: Is this what Chen Sanlang said before, foreseeing something bad about what will happen?

It's a pity that many times, even if you have foresight and precautions, you still can't resist it.

As soon as she gritted her teeth, she quickly bandaged her wound with a strip of cloth, and then picked up Chen Sanlang and ran.

In fact, Xu Jun didn't know where to run, she only knew that she had to run. I hope to run farther, to a remote and uninhabited corner, to a place where Chen Sanlang can be buried deeply, and hide so that the Taoist priest can't find it, that's good......

But this is destined to be just a fantasy.

Because of the thunder in the sky, one after another, the loud voice resounded throughout Chang'an, and everyone could hear it clearly.

It's just that the sound they heard was completely different from what Chen Sanlang heard.

"How so, how can this be......"

Feeling that the man's breath on his back was getting weaker and weaker, and his body was getting colder, Xu Jun couldn't help but shed tears.

She hadn't shed a tear for a long, long time, she was a strong girl, and she had promised her father not to shed tears no matter how much hardship she encountered......

Bang!

Another thunderclap.

One thunder lives, one thunder dies.

This thunder was like an invisible hand, chasing Chen Sanlang like an appendage.

The thunder is high in the sky, Chen Sanlang is in Chang'an, and Xu Jun's delicate back ......is on the back!