When he arrived in front of the fog, Ji Dao Ren stopped. Yu Ren had a little lame one leg, but if he hadn't climbed the steep mountain path, he rarely used a stick. He was a little unccustomed to holding a crutch with his left armpit, and gestured in front of him with his hands and asked, "The Great Court test should have a result, right? I don't know how my junior brother is now."

Ji Daoren's expression was clear and scattered, his eyebrows were as clear as before, and there was no trace of old age. Looking at the worried expression vaguely visible between Yu Ren's eyebrows, he smiled and touched his head without saying anything.

Yu Ren asked in a gesture, "Master, when will we go to Kyoto?"

Ji Daoren said, "When you need to go back to Kyoto, you will go naturally."

I didn't notice that he said he used the word "心" when he went to Kyoto.

This is the most remote wild mountain in the Dongtu Continent. Monsters are rampant and rarely visited. They are even more desolate than the mountain behind Xining Town. The clouds and mist are wet. I know where I walk there, and it even seems that I have left the world. Where can the people sent by Mo Yu find this pair of masters and apprentices?

The frequency of the slightest sounds in the fog was getting higher and higher, and there were even more abnormal movements. Then more than ten powerful auras appeared, which should be some extremely powerful monsters.

Ji Dao Ren did not want to face the ugly things with the pickled film, and frowned slightly and said, "Caidao."

As he said, he went forward and shouted at the thick fog at the end of the mountain road.

His tongue was half broken, so he couldn't speak like a normal person, but this did not mean that he could not make a sound. He could only hear a shrill whistle burst out from his lips.

It looks like a whistle, but it is actually a word, a monosyllable word containing infinite information, which is also the kind of word that Chen Changsheng used when communicating with the black dragon in the underground space: dragon language.

The rest of the people roared, and the roar broke through the air, entering the clouds and mist without a trace, without causing any ripples. However, the next moment, the crushing pressure contained in the roar spread along the clouds and mist to all directions of the mountains. The monsters hidden in the depths of the clouds and mists made low noises in fear and uneasy to express their surrender and apologies. With the sound of friction, they disappeared at the fastest speed, and the quietness in the clouds returned to their resignation.

In the farthest part of Kyoto, there is a white desert. In the middle of the desert, there is a city made of stone. The walls are dozens of kilometers in a radius, which looks very spectacular.

Millions of people knelt in the desert outside the stone city. Their knees and foreheads were in contact with the white gravel that was burnt by nine suns for a long time, making a faint burnt smell, but there was no expression of pain on their faces, only absolute calmness, and no sound they made, only absolute silence, just like a quiet and terrifying ocean, a sea of ​​people.

At the front of the crowd was a high platform made of wood. There were countless green leaves on the edge of the platform, which contrasted with the desolate, hot and monotonous scenes around.

In the middle of the wooden platform is a regular symbol with a strong religious meaning. With the silent prayer of millions of believers, a faint holy light is emitting.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the religious symbol and quietly looked at the millions of people kneeling in front of him. He should be dressed as a religious monk. He is already middle-aged and has a few faint lines at the corners of his eyes, but it is difficult to damage his perfect face. The most charming thing is his eyes. There is endless compassion and love in those quiet and clear eyes, as if he can see infinite distances, as if he can see everything.

He raised the staff in his hand and faced this sinister world with a smile.

Millions of people in the white desert stood up and shouted, "All of them are homes."

It is all early spring in Beijing, and it is still very cold. The early spring in the old city of Xue is even more cold. The wind and snow are like crying and complaining, whirling in the streets and alleys in the city, like wind and sand, making people unable to open their eyes.

The demons like night, tranquility, blood, and killing. The latter is the heart. Therefore, in the demon artists and the hidden residences of the royal family, they can always see paintings of large blocks or strange twisted lines. The color tones of the entire Snow Old Town are gray, which makes people quiet and even numb. People walking in the city also like to wear black robes, and it is difficult to tell who it is from a distance.

A demon was walking in the wind and snow in a black robe. The black robe on his body was very ordinary and a little old. There was even a rupture on the edge of the hem, but at least it was a different black robe.

The black robe appears and disappears in the violent storm. Even if he stares at it, it is difficult to determine the position until he walks out of the old city of Snow and stands on the glacier to the south.

The cold wind blew up, lifting up the corner of the hat, revealing the side face of the demon clan. The face was extremely pale, as if it had not shone in the sun for many years, as if it had just fallen seriously ill, as if it had no temperature, and more like it was completely lifeless, with a heart-wrenching sense of death.

The demon looked at the direction of Kyoto in the south and was silent for a long time, with a slightly grinning on his lips, and there was an unrestrained pleasure in his cold voice: "You can't continue to ignore his existence after all."

After Luo Luo moved away from the palace, no one lived in Baicao Garden anymore. The teenagers from the National Education College all went to participate in the imperial examination, and there was no one here. The new door on the wall was pushed open, so naturally no one noticed it.

The black sheep walked out of the door and walked towards the lakeside. There was still snow on the grass by the lakeside, and the grass branches were yellow and yellow. It was a little confused, thinking that the grass the boy fed him half a year ago did not taste like this.

The Holy Empress also came to the National Education College.

This is the first time she has come to the National Education College in more than ten years.

Previously in Baicao Garden, she remembered the massacre of the royal family by His Majesty Taizong. At this time, she was standing in the National Education Academy, she remembered the massacre of the old sect of the National Education.

After Emperor Taizong returned to heaven, she killed many people because many people opposed her. From the beginning of her review of memorials on behalf of His Majesty, those people began to oppose her. Until more than ten years ago, when His Majesty was in great pain on his sickbed, those people still ignored everything and only thought about opposing her.

Those who dare to oppose her will eventually be killed by her. She has been killed for hundreds of years, until she killed so many people in the National Education College more than ten years ago, and finally no one dared to stand up and oppose her again.

She knew that her hands were stained with blood, but she didn't care. It was just that after many years, she came to the National Education College and looked at the old garden that was no longer deserted, she naturally thought about the days when she kept killing people.

This memory would not make her feel unhappy, but she was not happy either.

Especially among those who were killed by her, many of them were people she admired very much. Those people were brave, honest, capable, outstanding, outstanding, firm and noble. She once gave them many opportunities, but those people did not give her the opportunity, and even forced her to kill herself.

Because those people want to prove to the world that she is a cruel ruler.

The Holy Empress looked towards Ligong, thinking about what had happened before, feeling a little cold and heartbroken.

An autumn rain and a cold.

The Pope actually took action.

She once thought Chen Changsheng was here, but then she realized that this was not the case. So she really wanted to ask those people, where do you want to go? Are you going to force me to kill again?

Big people have big people’s considerations, but small people don’t need to consider big people’s considerations. Chen Changsheng doesn’t care how many people are paying attention to the Great Court Examination and himself. Just as he and Luoluo said, he only cares whether he can get the top spot in the first place and whether he can enter Lingyan Pavilion.

Before this incident, the invasion of the demon clan was a trivial matter, let alone other things. So he was very patiently preparing for the last battle, listening silently and attentively to the tactics that Tang Sanshiliu arranged for him.

Tang Sanshiliu looked at him with unprecedented seriousness and said: "First move people with emotion, then convince people with reason, and finally suppress people with power, and finally hit people. Three sentences, three means, order is very important, and I hope it can play a certain role. Of course, if the poor scholar always fails to get in, I still suggest that you consider what method to admit defeat will look more brilliant."

Luoluo whispered, "Sir, try to buy him."

Tang Sanshiliu sneered and said, "That's a scholar who regards himself as a moral gentleman. How could he be bribed? He is not a poor boy like Zhexiu who has never seen money."

He folded his sleeves on the stretcher beside the poplar tree, and the blood on his body gradually stopped, and his spirit was slightly cheered up. He listened to Tang Sanshiliu's words, and he had no expression on his face.

Luoluo leaned into Chen Changsheng's ear and whispered a few words. Chen Changsheng was a little surprised and didn't want to accept it, but he couldn't stop her from stuffing the thing.

Tang Sanshiliu looked at the thing that Luo Luo was stuffed into his arms, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch slightly. Then he looked at his body and found that he couldn't find anything of the same level. After thinking about it, he took off the Wenshui sword on his waist and handed it over.

"I have a sword myself, what do you want to do?" Chen Changsheng said without commenting.

Tang Sanshiliu looked at his eyes and said, "My Tang family's sect sword is like Qijian holding the Dharma Sword of the Precepts Hall. It is not suitable for hundreds of weapons, but it does not mean that it is weak. If you hold it by your side, you can block a move for you at critical moments. Even if it is not necessary and it is not too heavy, will you still be tired?"

Chen Changsheng knew what he meant, but he couldn't resist it. After thinking about it, he took it over.

"It makes sense." Luo Luo was reminded by Tang Sanshiliu, and without hesitation, he took off the Luoyu whip wrapped around his waist and handed it to Chen Changsheng.

Xuanyuan Po touched his whole body with his broad palms, but he couldn't find any good things. He didn't even have a talisman representing peace, so he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Chen Changsheng patted his upper arm and said with a smile: "You can cook tonight."

Xuanyuan Pohan smiled and said, "If you win, add two extra spoons of salt."

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and if he really got the top spot in the Grand Court Examination, he would just eat more oil and salt in one meal and drink two or three cups of wine, which seemed to be okay.

He was about to leave Linpan when he suddenly thought of something, and turned around and looked at Cheshui on the stretcher and said, "No matter what the winner is, I will try my best to give you that thing."

Cheshui looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You want to win."

Chen Changsheng walked into the dust building.

Gou Hanshi was already standing quietly in the venue. The cloth shirt on his body was washed with a little white, and the sword on his waist could not tell whether it was precious or not, just like his man.
Chapter completed!