Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Gengu Sinan is an instrument specially used to test the quality of root bones.

Every academy will have one, which is distributed by the Ministry of Rites. It is very precious, and it will only be used during the academy admissions test every three years.

Fang Lang didn't expect that Wen Jiaoxi actually got this instrument.

It seems that my purple root bone may not be some rubbish root bone. It can surprise Wen Jiaoxi so much, and the quality should not be too bad.

Fang Lang couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. The root problem was finally solved, and the biggest hidden danger of the scientific research was completely eliminated.

"This is the 'Gen Gu Si Nan' borrowed from the dean. You must also be confused about your own Gen Gu, right? Just take a test and have a bottom line."

Wen Ting said expectantly.

Dean Cui also smiled benevolently, stroking his beard: "I heard from Wen Ting that your boy may have a mutated root, so I came here to be curious. It's rare to see a mutated root, so I'm here to gain some insight."

"Fang Lang, relax."

Wen Ting said.

Afterwards, holding Gengu Sinan and sticking it to Fang Lang's back, he slid down slowly.

The spoon on Sinan began to rotate slowly, and a little light began to escape from it.

hum...

The purple meaning spread, and a smear of purple light spread from the center of the spoon, and finally, it was bright and bright.

Ten points are written on the Sinan disk, and the Sinan spoon is turned to the six-point position, which represents the quality of the root bone at this level!

Wen Ting was shot in the face by the burst of purple light from Si Nanzhong.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he was shocked!

"Purple roots?!"

"Tianniang is really a mutated bone!"

Teacher Wen took a deep breath.

Even the well-informed Dean Cui showed a little shock. If the root bone variation of white grade into red grade, and red grade into gold grade is quite common, but this kind of ancient variation of color beyond the grade of root bone, then But extremely rare!

I'm afraid this is the only person in the entire Tang Dynasty!

Wen Ting looked at Dean Cui, breathed in and said, "Dean, have you ever seen Zipin Gengu?"

Dean Cui shook his head, stroked his beard, looked at Fang Lang strangely, and laughed: "I haven't seen it, but I have read "Strange Bone Records", and there is a record about Zipin Gengu ..."

"Three thousand years ago, during the period of the Eight Dynasties, an evildoer with a purple root was born. Unfortunately, that evildoer finally fell into the hands of a ninth-rank great demon in the world of demons..."

"But what is certain is that the root bones of the purple grade are definitely not bad, and should not be weaker than the gold grade."

Dean Cui made a conclusion.

His cloudy and old eyes are shining with light, he is indeed a little guy who can be admired by Jiang Nizi.

The Jiang family's investment in this son...is not a loss.

Dean Cui smiled and said: "Zipin Gengu, plus your performance in the Yunling Pagoda... As long as you are not too hip in this scientific examination, the top sects in the world should rush to choose you."

"Even, you still have a chance to hit the top ten in the scientific examination gold list."

"It is possible that this old man will become the first person in the top ten of the gold list since he took office at Luojiang Academy."

When Dean Cui said this, he also laughed heartily.

Wen Ting also put away Gengu Sinan, looked Fang Lang up and down, and smiled playfully.

"Chao Xiaojian is still waiting for you to fail the scientific examination on the Shu Mountain, and then obediently go to the Jianshu Sect."

"Your boy suddenly mutated and was snatched away by other sects. Will Chao Xiaojian regret not holding on to you?"

"Zipin Gengu, Yunling Pagoda carrying the seventh floor of Tianwei, and swordsmanship surpassing peers, tsk tsk tsk... once the scientific examination is over, you will definitely become a fragrant bun."

"It's a fight with my gentleman's sword!"

Wen Ting laughed.

Fang Lang also laughed when he heard the words.

In a trance, he realized that without realizing it, he also had the qualification to choose the sect.

But Fang Lang didn't want that to be the case.

...

...

Autumn is getting stronger, and the third autumn rain since the beginning of autumn pours down from the sky over the ancient city of Chang'an.

Fluttering, like catkins lightly fluttering.

Chang'an is shrouded in mist and mist, and the melodious bell rings, resounding in every corner of the ancient city of Chang'an, and every brick and stone is like a silhouette hidden in a deep ink painting.

The ancient city of Chang'an, the center of the Great Tang Dynasty, has a narrow and long imperial road for more than 20 miles. Quaint.

And in this royal road of the city where every inch of land is precious, an extremely luxurious carriage drove slowly, the wheels crushed the autumn rain all over the ground, and went straight into the depths of Chang'an.

As the scientific examination approached, even the high-ranking Imperial College was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

The carriage driving into the deep palace stopped.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and the oil-paper umbrella was opened with her own hands. Jiang Linglong, wearing a veil and the robes of the Imperial College, stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the palace of the Imperial College.

The Guozijian is different from Chang'an Academy. The students of the Guozijian are all from prosperous families, and they are the children of officials in the Tang Dynasty, with noble status.

But according to the iron law of the Tang Dynasty, if they want to become officials in the court in the future, they also have to participate in scientific examinations.

Jiang Linglong entered the palace, and the maidservant of the Guozijian took the oil-paper umbrella and drained the autumn rain.

In the palace, the gazes of all the disciples were swept over. Jiang Linglong had a cold demeanor, like an iceberg that strangers should not enter, and walked slowly to his desk, looking through the textbook.

Many students withdrew their gazes, and the rustling discussions resounded endlessly.

A handsome young man chatted happily with his companions around him, with a high voice, as if he wanted to attract Jiang Linglong's attention.

"My father came home yesterday and mentioned something. You must not know it. I have the first-hand news!"

"Yesterday, an interesting thing happened in the Yunling Pagoda assigned to Luojiang Academy. A student who stepped on the seventh floor actually caused Yunling Pagoda to celebrate!"

The handsome boy said with gleaming eyes.

Many students around heard the words, and they were also very curious: "The Yunling Pagoda made a sound to celebrate? It shouldn't be, many people in our Imperial College have set foot on the seventh floor, and the Yunling Pagoda has never made a sound."

"Your father is the Minister of Rites, so he should know the tricks?"

Sensing the focused gazes around him, the handsome young man immediately smiled: "My father didn't explain it, probably because he didn't believe it, I think this news is ridiculous, maybe that person deliberately set up a loudspeaker array outside the tower in advance to make a splash. "

"Who caused Yunling Pagoda to speak?"

A supervisor student frowned and asked.

The handsome young man glanced at Jiang Linglong, who was quietly looking at the textbook in his hand from a distance, and immediately slapped the desk with a "snap", and raised his voice, "It's that Fang Lang!"

In the Imperial College, there were sudden exclamations and many people glanced at Jiang Linglong who was as quiet as a virgin.

"Then Fang Lang who wrote 'Will be the top of the mountain, look at the mountains and small'?"

In the Imperial College, several official girls asked curiously.

The handsome young man curled his lips: "My father said that this person's performance is open to question. I think this person is a sensationalist and his actions are disgusting. It is doubtful whether he wrote this poem..."

Inside the palace, a cold autumn wind suddenly blows.

The handsome young man's voice became smaller and smaller. Behind him, Jiang Linglong was wearing a veil and appeared behind him at some point, with star-like eyes staring at him faintly.

"Linglong..." The handsome man showed a refined smile.

However, as soon as the words were spoken, they were interrupted.

"Shut up."

"Yanwuchang, keep up."

Jiang Linglong said indifferently, then turned around and left.

The handsome boy's expression changed suddenly, but Jiang Linglong gave him a cold look, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep up.

In a quarter of an hour.

The young man was bruised and swollen, limped, lost a tooth, and came back crying, but he didn't dare to spread rumors any more.

Jiang Linglong, on the other hand, was calm and calm, and sat back at the desk again, continuing to read.

Many prison students in the Imperial College trembled slightly, and their hearts became more and more curious about the young man named Fang Lang.

The ancient city is full of mist and rain.

The young man has not yet arrived in Chang'an, but his name has been passed down.

...

...

The green plants protruding from the walls of the streets and alleys of Luojiang City were dyed yellow by autumn.

Before you know it, it's the end of the month.

As the scientific examination was approaching, the atmosphere became more and more serious. The faces of the students who returned home from the academy every day were full of solemnity and awe.

Even Jiaofang Division's business was three points cooler than usual.

Since the root bone was tested last time, a big stone in Fang Lang's heart fell, and now his body and mind are immersed in squeezing Ni Wen and Liu Bubai.

During this period of time, four Chong Duan cards were extracted from Ni Wen's body, and five Body Forging Cards were drawn from Liu Bubai's body.

The frequency is lower than before, because with the improvement of cultivation level, it is difficult to trigger the passivity in some ordinary practice exchanges, and in addition, the problems and actions that have triggered the passivity before cannot be triggered again, so there is less stuff squeezed out up.

There is also good news. During Fang Lang's slow sharpening, his cultivation, which was originally stuck at the peak of the second-tier sword master, finally pierced through the barrier, transformed 30% of the spiritual energy into sword energy, and stepped into the third-tier sword master.

Fang Lang's grasp of the scientific examination is also growing, at least the title of the gold list is not a problem, but what Fang Lang wants is not just the title of the gold list.

Inside Luojiang Academy.

Seventh book building, third floor.

In front of the desk, the students rolled up their sleeves and wrote quietly to submit their testimonials for the Ministry of Rites.

Only after the vote is completed, can you be eligible to participate in the scientific examination.

Fang Lang was also concentrating on writing. His handwriting was quite free and easy.

After writing the application form, the students handed in the application forms for the scientific examination one after another, and got the examination stickers for the scientific examination from the teacher, on which the information of the examination room at the time of the scientific examination was marked.

Fang Lang also got his own test sticker and put it in his sleeve pocket.

He returned to the table and sat upright, with a complicated and solemn expression.

After the main table in the study building, Wen Jiaoxi specially trimmed his appearance and shaved off his stubble today.

He looked at the hundreds of students on the floor with a smile all over his face, and there was a rare bit of tenderness in his eyes.

Below, the students who were making a fuss also fell silent.

"From today, you have truly ended your three-year practice in Luojiang Academy."

"The road to practice is long, and the practice is exhausting. Thank you for your company for three years."

"I, Wen Ting, hope that you will have an unhindered path to practice in the future."

"I warmly wish you all, everyone can be named on the gold list!"

Words fell.

Every student got up from behind the desk, folded their palms and dropped their sleeves, and bowed towards Wen Ting.

"Thank you for your three years of teaching, sir."

"Master's kindness is as important as a mountain."

The voice was loud and neat, and it tore through the thick autumn atmosphere that enveloped the entire academy.

...

...

The sunset is like blood.

The fiery red glow splashed across the long streets and alleys.

Yang Zhengyi and Liu Bubai had already parted ways and returned to their respective mansions to prepare for tomorrow's scientific expedition. Ni Wen did not leave in a hurry this time, but walked slowly on purpose, hanging behind Fang Lang like a small tail.

On the bustling main street of Luojiang City, there was a constant flow of people, with hurried expressions.

Ni Wen's cheeks seemed to be flushed by the setting sun.

She looked at Fang Lang, bit her lip, and asked in a low voice, "Lang...prodigal son...after the scientific examination, which sect are you going to? Jianshu Sect?"

Fang Lang turned his head and glanced at her, seeing the expectation in the girl's eyes, he was also filled with emotion.

Scientific research, a watershed in life.

Let's say goodbye now, maybe there will be no intersection in this life.

After all, a friend is rare in life.

Fang Lang smiled warmly, and said, "Don't think so much, prepare for the exam and go all out."

"Let life be without regrets."

That year, that day, that sunset.

Ni Wen bit her lower lip, her eyes fluctuated violently, and her little hands hidden in her sleeve pockets were turning blue.

Do you have no regrets?

Fang Lang smiled casually, stretched out his hand, patted Ni Wen's head, and rubbed it gently, flowing from his fingertips like a waterfall of blue silk.

"Dang bang!"

Suddenly.

The rare cleanliness was torn apart by the sound of porcelain bowls being smashed.

far away.

A beautiful woman carrying a shoulder pole and wrapped in a headscarf stared blankly at the scene under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Pale.

PS: 3,500 words, not short! Three reflections on myself: whether to collect, no to reward, no to vote? !

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