As the illusion dissipated, Wei Yuan's mind returned, and he saw that the Wucha Hall was abuzz with excitement, some were crying, some were laughing, and some were paralyzed on the ground trembling, and the wetness gradually spread under their bodies.
In the midst of the noise, a girl's voice suddenly came up not far away. The voice was clear, soft and soft, and it was indescribably pleasant: "You bastard riding a pig, I will fight with you..."
Wei Yuan glanced secretly and saw a girl in a goose-yellow dress not far away. She was like a doll made of jade, so beautiful that there was no flaw in it. She seemed to have just woken up and jumped up from her seat. But she found that the eyes of the candidates around her were all After it fell on him, he became quiet instantly, and even showed panic and fear on his face, which made people feel particularly heartbroken just by looking at it.
Of course, Wei Yuan had an impression of this girl. She was the leader of the Northern Youth Team who blocked his shot. But later Wei Yuan found out that she was not dead, so he went over and shot her again.
Seeing the girl's lustful expression at this moment, Wei Yuan couldn't help but feel a little guilty. But guilt was guilt, and the gun that needed to be mended still had to be mended.
The Taoist priest also felt a headache when he saw a group of noisy children, and quickly kicked the candidates out of the hall.
Wei Yuan stood up slowly and waited for the girl in the yellow dress to leave, then walked out of the hall among the crowd. However, although the girl did not recognize him, someone else still saw through him.
Just as he was about to walk out of the hall, Li Zhi suddenly turned out of the shadows beside him and blocked Wei Yuan's path.
Wei Yuan's heart trembled, and he waited quietly for Li Zhi to speak. However, Li Zhi did not speak, nor did he give way. The two stood facing each other like this, and the other candidates walked past them and left the hall. In the blink of an eye, only the remaining candidates were left in the hall. Li Zhi and Wei Yuan.
The Taoist priest did not urge him, he just stood outside the door with his back to the two people confronting him.
Li Zhi stared at Wei Yuan, his eyes slowly turning red. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is such a shame and humiliation. I, Li Zhi, will never forget it! If you have the guts, just report it!"
When it came to this point, Wei Yuan could not retreat. Besides, the two of them had already fought in the illusion, and with the madmen of heaven and earth around them, Wei Yuan felt that it was only a matter of one or two moves to deal with Li Zhi, so he immediately said: "Wei Yuan .”
Li Zhi shouted: "Okay, Wei Yuan, I remember you! You won this time, I am willing to admit defeat, I can afford to lose! But you are just a few years older, nothing special. I, Li Zhi, He is only eight years old this year! Thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi! Just wait for me, sooner or later, I will win back no matter how I lose!"
After that, Li Zhi turned around and rushed out of the hall. When no one was around, he secretly wiped his eyes.
The martial arts test has ended, and smoke is rising in the evaluation hall.
The minds of all the reviewers were in a state of confusion at the moment. No one had thought of such a situation. If several reviewers had not ended the martial arts test ahead of time, Wei Yuan would have uncovered all the fish that had slipped through the net hidden in the jungle and bushes. Come out and kill him before he is willing to give up.
Almost all the candidates who had reserved seats for the Immortal Sect and Dongtian were killed by Wei Yuan before they had made any achievements. Those who had some merits were ordinary candidates, either forwards or scouts, and those sporadic merits were only worth one point. Two points.
The current situation is that if the evaluation is carried out strictly in accordance with the regulations, everyone except Wei Yuan will receive a zero score.
The older monk opened his mouth first: "We have to discuss how to grade."
The old scholar opened his mouth and said: "I think Li Zhi should be the number one! As the commander-in-chief of the yellow team, he led the team to destroy the green team. In the end, the elite of the Chinese army was still intact. He showed his handsomeness at a young age, so he is not the number one
Who is first?"
The young monk sneered: "Did he destroy the Green Team? Is there any hidden problem in your old eyes?"
The old scholar said without changing his expression: "The Green Team was destroyed by Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan was from the Yellow Team. As Li Zhi is the commander of the Yellow Team, any contribution made by anyone in the team is his credit. This has always been the case. Naturally,
Wei Yuan Jue's achievements are very great, and he can be ranked first."
The young monk laughed angrily: "What about Team Huang's fault? Should Li Zhi also be blamed?"
The old Confucian said matter-of-factly: "Gong is merit and demerit, how can they be confused?"
The young monk was so angry that his hands were trembling, but he couldn't win against Liu Sigu in a quarrel. The old Confucian had been arguing with others for half his life, and the young monk was young and energetic, and he wanted to be shy. Who would be the opponent of the old Confucian in a quarrel?
Taoist Fufeng interjected: "The regulations only divide the green and yellow teams, but there is no commander. Even if the yellow team has a commander, why is it Li Zhi and not someone else? Is it because he is the son of Duke Hui'en?"
Unexpectedly, the old scholar said loudly: "Just because he is the son of Duke Hui'en! Just because King Cui Han supports him!"
This sentence was said so confidently that he immediately blocked Taoist Fufeng back.
Everyone knows that high-ranking families are very powerful. There are seven surnames and thirteen hopes. The top families are not even under the Immortal Sect. In this type of unified martial arts test, if you want to lead the army, you really only need to rely on family background.
It can only be based on family background. Bao Yun leads the green team, and Li Zhi leads the yellow team. This is the case. The team division is said to be absolutely fair, but in fact there is a mystery. No matter how they are divided, Bao Yun and Li Zhi will not be assigned to the same team.
These Fufeng Taoist masters naturally knew it, but the old Confucian said it so openly and naturally, which instantly made Fufeng Taoist priests a little restless, and their faces were as black as the bottom of a pot.
The old Confucian continued: "This mess must be cleaned up. No matter what others do, I will write it as Li Zhi thirty."
At this time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar coughed and broke the silence, saying: "Everyone has seen the military test just now. The Green Team was destroyed first. Li Zhi managed the army well and stayed calm in times of danger. As the leader of the Yellow Team, he deserves thirty points."
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The young monk sneered and said: "Li Zhi lost two battles in a row. How can he be said to be good at running the army? Does he have anything to do with the fall of the Qing Team? If it hadn't been for Wei Yuan, huh, Miss Bao would have killed him several times! If Li Zhi had
If you can get thirty, can't my lady get fifty?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "Wei Yuan belongs to Team Huang."
The young monk retorted: "Didn't they also destroy the Yellow Team?"
This question is not easy to answer. The middle-aged Confucian scholar and the old Confucian exchanged glances and said: "If you accidentally hurt the same team, your evaluation should be lowered as appropriate."
This was said glibly, but the young monk refused to let it go and asked: "Then how much do you plan to lower it?"
The two Confucian scholars secretly cursed in their hearts, but Zhang Sheng was watching from the side. This question should not be answered randomly. The middle-aged Confucian scholar did not dwell on this issue at all, but said: "Miss Bao's youth team was destroyed, and she herself has not made any contribution.
According to the regulations, it should be zero points!”
"Fart!" the young monk was furious.
In the blink of an eye, all the reviewers were arguing again, and Zhang Sheng was left out in the cold. However, everyone knew that there was no point in arguing, so when there was no discussion, they could only rate each other.
Zhang Sheng did not move the directory book in front of him, but looked at everyone quietly.
The old scholar Liu Sigu was the first to write Li Zhi thirty, and then the second name he wrote was Wei Yuan. After writing the name, he thought for a long time, as if it was extremely important to write, he wrote two first, then two.
It stayed in the air for a while, and finally added eighteen.
Seeing this, the young monk sneered inwardly, secretly thinking that this old guy was also a tough-tempered person, with a fairy sword at his head, but his bones were not that hard after all.
The young monk also picked up his pen and gave Baoyun thirty points first, and then Li Zhi. The young monk was not polite and gave fifteen points directly.
After he finished giving Li Zhi the score, he suddenly saw the old Confucian raise his head, glance at himself, and then write down: Baoyun, one.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar also woke up from a dream at this time, swept away the hesitation just now, and wrote the same: Baoyun, one.
The young monk was stunned.
He looked around. The monk wrote Wei Yuan thirty, while Bao Yun and Li Zhi both gave three points. At this moment, they were busy giving ratings to others, most of which were one or two points. The older monk seemed to have nothing to do with it.
Bao Yun and Li Zhi were both given twenty-five marks for their appearance.
Taoist Fufeng rated Wei Yuan at thirty, Bao Yun at ten, and Li Zhi at five. In addition, there were several others who gave scores of twenty or more. It was obvious that these were the aristocratic families that he needed to take care of.
In fact, the score is not important, but the relative score difference is important. Only then did the young monk realize that he was still immature, so he should wait until the end to give Li Zhi a zero score. As long as he wrote without regrets, the score he wrote could not be changed.
At this point in the evaluation, except for the monks, the scores have basically nothing to do with the performance in the martial arts test. Everyone began to show off their faces, go into battle shirtless, and no longer cover up.
Zhang Sheng quietly watched everyone perform.
At this moment, a ray of water-colored brilliance fell from the sky and landed directly on the stone tablet in the palace. The water-colored moonlight was as thin as a hair, but it gave everyone endless pressure, as if they were facing the ocean or facing the bright sun!
The thoughts of all the reviewers were frozen, and then they saw all the names on the stone tablet disappear and then reappear, with corresponding scores after each name. The one at the top of the list was Wei Yuan, twenty-five; and then Baoyun three points,
Li Zhi got two points, the others got a little one point, and most of them got zero points.
A distant and desolate voice resounded in the hall, booming and rumbling, as if coming from a high place: "This is justice!"
Then the scores on the stone tablet melted like ice and snow, and new scores appeared, that is, everyone added twenty points. In the end, Wei Yuan was forty-five, Baoyun was twenty-three, Li Zhi was twenty-two, and the rest
Arranged in order.
"This is to save some face for each of your families."
Several reviewers were silent and did not dare to speak. How could they have any room to comment when the True Lord spoke?
Every True Lord is the pillar of the sky, enough to support a middle-class family out of thin air. Even a thousand-year-old high-ranking family like the Bao family and the Cui family must be polite to the True Lord. What's more, even if the thin moonlight
He is also very famous among the True Lords. After all, there is only one person in the Taichu Palace who can serve as the master of the Azure Palace and the Shuiyue Palace.
Then the voice turned harsh and reprimanded: "Taichung Palace Councilor Zhang Sheng acted recklessly and humiliated his colleagues. Although there is a reason for the incident, he must be severely punished!"
After a pause, the voice said: "...I will punish Zhang Sheng with a three-year salary as a warning to others!"
The reviewers were very convinced and couldn't see any difference.
High in the sky, a figure shrouded in the water-colored moonlight said: "We are all old friends. If we have any objections, we can discuss it again. If there are no objections, then it is settled."
There were several towering figures around him, all of them with extraordinary aura. Two of them nodded slightly, while the other two snorted and said nothing. One of them was dressed as a Confucian scholar, but the folding fan in his hand was shortened by half, and the other two
He was dressed as a monk and was covered in treasures. He was obviously full of famous magic weapons, but his splendid robe was missing a sleeve, which made it look a bit awkward.
Chapter completed!