Kicking away the soft quilt on his body, Yun Zhao leaned his head against the bedpost, let out a long sigh of relief, and raised his eyes to look at the silver light that came in through the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

For the first time in the military town, he didn't know how many times he had fallen into that strange dream, from the beginning of the fear to the cold, and even his limbs couldn't move a bit, Yun Zhao could already wave his hand at the boy on the other side in the same dream just now.

If it weren't for the fact that the blood on the boy's cheek was too terrifying, the two people on the other side might seem to be very friendly, but the strangest thing was that Yun Zhao became more and more interested in the boy in his dream... Intimacy?

No, no, no, this idea is too terrifying, Yun Zhao hurriedly shook his head, as if he wanted to sweep this thought away.

Before dawn, the young man, who could no longer sleep in peace, rubbed the beads of sweat on his forehead on the quilt at will, turned over and got out of bed, pulled out the unsheathed under the pillow, opened the door and walked out.

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Most of the square pond ordered by Qianqin has been chiseled out, and Yun Zhao is looking forward to a pool of lotus flowers in the courtyard in the coming year, leaning on the side of the recliner to enjoy the flowers at will, and drinking a pot of ice brew.

The courtyard on a moonlit night seems to be coated with a layer of silver frost, and the starlight falls on the treetops like mercury, or among the dirt beside the square pond, Yun Zhao slowly moves to a stone table in the courtyard, which looks dusty around the mist.

However, the boy was obviously very good at destroying this looming beauty, slapping the unsheathed stone table, squatting on the stone bench, and clasping his hands on his sleeves, and soon transformed the image into an old man who was about to go to the field to farm.

Staring at the unsheathed on the table, he was almost blinded by the near-physical light of the knife in the courtyard that day, and the boy decided to wrap it tightly in a coarse cloth after his eyes had been blurry for several days, and at this time it looked more like a wooden stick.

Yun Zhao remembered that when he left the blacksmith shop before, he wanted to be cheeky and ask Yue Xia for a knife again, but in the end, he was a young man who had been practicing double knives, and he always felt like he had lost his daughter-in-law when he was missing.

Although the unsheathed is good, two are better, and the young man who has not been happy with the knife has eaten the closed door these days.

did not come from the aspects of price or concealment, Yue Xia, who looked disdainful, said so.

"I haven't practiced a single knife, and I still want to play two?"

Yun Zhao, whose self-esteem was strongly injured, wanted to fight back, but he couldn't help but think of the blacksmith's palms, and after weighing the pros and cons, he muttered a few words in a low voice, and slipped back very unproductively.

Then when I thought of the rhetoric about being on the list, the first thing that came to mind was not Qianqin's triumphant and stinky face, nor Xie Anshi's thatched pit stone, but the silent Sword Eleven.

When someone is still on the list, he can say the word winning the championship as freely as eating and sleeping, and say in a plain tone that he wants to at the top of the list.

When I see someone who is extremely underbeaten, but I can't beat it, it's really melancholy.

Yun Zhao looked at the gradually whitening sky and sighed.

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A young girl took advantage of the faint candlelight that flickered and dimmed, polishing a delicate dagger horizontally between her knees, and many small bloody cuts had been constantly drawn on her hands, but she was still stubborn and did not stop.

Wrinkled the tip of his nose, and his little face was full of pretended resentment, perhaps learning the charming style of those famous mansions, I saw that the temperament of pity was not learned, but wrinkled into a bitter face.

Looking at the broken paper window, Pineapple sighed old-fashionedly.

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A few people in the courtyard surrounded Yu Wentai in amazement, not because of how wise he was today, but because the pair of big and small hammers reminded Yun Zhao of the first encounter on the Feng Dao.

There is also the seemingly honest and honest Yuwentai, who actually makes this kind of weapon Yin Man with a large and a small, light and heavy weapon with different styles, which is really a bit unexpected... Surprise.

As if sensing Yun Zhao's increasingly strange gaze, Yu Wentai hurriedly protected the double hammer in his hand, and said cautiously: "My father hit it with his own hands, don't make a bad idea!"

Yun Zhao pointed to his face, indicating that he was not that kind of person.

But looking at the posture of a few people around him, I won't believe it, and the young man walked to the door and called the coachman.

Obviously, a person's image in the hearts of others is difficult to reverse, and the nature of the country is easy to change, and this sentence still blooms its indelible brilliance after all.

Qianqin picked up the saber that had been wiped extremely clean, and Yuwentai excitedly tied the red ribbon to his forehead and tied it tightly, and the ribbon dragged it to the ground.

Nanbei looked left and right, and seemed to feel that there was nothing to carry, but he was infected by the people around him, so he still pinned a book to his waist and raised his eyebrows quite meaningfully.

After calling the coachman to the door, Yun Zhao turned around and was about to beckon them to get into the car, but he didn't expect to see such a scene, looking at the costumes of several people, as if they had met for the first time yesterday, he smiled and didn't say anything.

However, before stepping into the carriage, Yun Zhao frowned, looked around for a while, and always felt that he had forgotten something, but there were several urging voices in the compartment, scratching his head, maybe he didn't sleep enough last night...

The morning sun sprinkled golden light on the street, and the wheels crushed the yellow and fallen leaves, slowly driving towards Zhaohua Avenue.

"Chang'an cubs, Zhao Ye has arrived!" A loud roar erupted from the carriage, startling the old driver with missing front teeth.

"Yun Zhao, shut up!" The rest of the people in the courtyard obviously formed an offensive and defensive alliance.

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The spring rain has passed, the summer heat is quietly gone, and the autumn wind is coming one after another.

The four teenagers in the courtyard finally ushered in the first node in their lives, which is a very important chapter in the story, which is theirs and Datang's.

Zhaohua Dynasty Examination, try in Zhaohua, the first test of the autumn of the world every three years, but different from the early spring of the next year, the first examination called the 'entry test' is not on Zhaohua Avenue, it is important to say that it is important, it is not important, this is the first step of the morning examination, the place where the talents of the hundred refining list show their skills, and it is also an opportunity for poor students to fight hard.

The first tests that affect the hearts of countless students in the world are martial arts commentary and literary juju, the former refining martial arts, and the latter trying Taoluo. Both will be posted to inform the passing personnel, and the top 100 students will be ranked in each of the two lists, and the students who have passed the examination can carry out the subsequent college examination, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a single-plank bridge for all armies.

The students who failed to pass the test can get a glimpse of Chang'an and sneak a few glances at the scenery of the imperial courtyard, which is also a time worth remembering, and it deserves to be a dazzling conversation at the wine table.

After showing the Zhaohua order to the officials of the Chang'an Ya who were waiting next to Zhaohua Road, he took a passage document stamped with the word Datang, and then waited in line to go to the assessment site according to the instructions of the military personnel.

The candidates gathered from all over the world waited quietly, of course, a big reason was that those fierce and vicious military generals, only a few dozen people controlled the order of the field, and more than 1,000 students waiting for the examination were well-behaved like fledglings, shouting to stand left and not dare to go right, and shouting to raise their heads and not dare to hang their heads.

Yun Zhao peeked at the students from all over the country, not admiring the beautiful girls who showed their unique temperaments, it was late autumn, they were all dressed in thick cotton robes, their eye-catching figures were covered tightly, and the rest were all purple faces blown by the wind, how could they get a glimpse of the moving demeanor.

Looking for Jian Eleven on the hard-to-move street, this project is still too vast, no matter how extraordinary that person's temperament is, when he looks up at a human figure, he can still only be reduced to a passerby.

Yun Zhao shook his legs in boredom, and put his hands in his back pockets to scratch his buttocks, not caring at all about the disdainful gaze of Qian Qin beside him.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the crowd in the distance, and then it spread out like ripples, and the noise of the waiting crowd became louder and louder, and people who did not know why in the distance stood on tiptoe and looked curiously.

Yun Zhao, who knew the rough style of the military department, didn't have the idea of joining in the fun at all, but was looking forward to the vulgar scolding of a few generals later, and he didn't know which unlucky ones were suffering.

Soon, however, he was awakened by the brutal reality of a familiar neighing of horses.

Yun Zhao's eyes widened in horror, and he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

After entering Chang'an, Yun Zhao's face turned pale when he was casually tied to the iron pillar in the stable of Jiaomen, listening to the neighing of the increasingly irritable horses and the anxious scolding of the generals.

"Whose horse!Which rabbit cub dares to go crazy on Zhaohua Road!" The tone was so angry that it began to appear Douyin.

Obviously, Nanbei behind him heard the voice of the iron pillar, and when he couldn't hold back his smile and was about to say a word of relief, a more sharp hiss set off even more confusion.

Yun Zhao, who was about to walk out of the crowd to confess his guilt, turned around and glanced at it with some surprise, and Nanbei's shoulders were empty.

Oh, it turned out to be the monkey of the wooden fish.

Listening to this movement, this monkey is quite fierce, and I don't see it on weekdays.

Nanbei's smile froze on his face, and he swallowed his throat with some difficulty as he looked at the crowd that had begun to flee in all directions.

The wooden fish rode on an iron pillar,

Make a big fuss.