Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 77: ? There is a woman in Chang’an looking forward to your arrival
Luojiang Academy.
Autumn rain is like silk, like ox hair, soaking the whole academy is full of poetic and picturesque.
Wen Ting was wearing a plain blue gown, with a sword in its sheath, hanging from his waist, with tassels hanging down, a bit chic and uninhibited.
With his teaching status gone, Wen Ting seems to have become the gentleman's sword who was so romantic in Chang'an back then.
"Have you said goodbye to your family?"
Wen Ting held a gourd in his hand, and the gourd contained not wine, but warm wolfberry tea.
Fang Lang was speechless when he saw Wen Ting spit out a wolfberry residue.
Wen Jiaoxi's life is not only about swords and distance, but also wolfberry?
Ni Wen was carrying a thick coarse cloth bag, stuffed with a lot of dry food, holding an umbrella, and lowered her head in embarrassment.
Fang Lang took the luggage from her after talking about it, and put it in the space ring.
Liu Bubai also came, striding forward, exuding boundless "I am a genius" confidence from inside to outside.
Seeing that everyone was present, Wen Ting summoned a luxurious flying sword.
After the three of Fang Lang climbed onto the flying sword, Wen Ting took out the sword control token, and drove the flying sword to burst the autumn rain, as if tearing apart the rain curtain covering the world, and shot towards Chang'an.
"Sir, are we going directly to Chang'an?"
Liu Bubai asked curiously.
While controlling the sword, Wen Ting shook his head: "It's not, it's not."
"Take you to a place for special training, which can improve your strength in a short time."
Wen Ting laughed.
Fang Lang was also a little curious: "Yunling Pagoda?"
Wen Ting laughed: "Of course not, the Yunling Pagoda is under the control of the Ministry of Rites and is not open to the outside world."
"Where is that?"
"Demon Que."
Wen Ting's words stunned Fang Lang for an instant, not only Fang Lang, but Ni Wen and Liu Bubai also showed signs of astonishment.
From the textbook, they knew the horror of Yao Que.
That is an important strategic place that connects the two worlds, and with their strength to go to Yao Que... that is basically to die!
"Of course it's not the real Yao Que, it's the 'abandoned Yao Que' that has been breached by the Tang Dynasty. Que's unique oppressive power, so after the Tang Dynasty occupied it, it was converted into a hunting ground for disciples from all sects and sects in the world to practice and practice, and for some dignitaries to go hunting and relax."
"With your strength, at most you can only practice outside the hunting ground of the abandoned Yaoque."
"If you are lucky, you may even meet a few prey with weak demonic aura and hone your fighting skills."
Wen Ting explained with a smile.
After the words fell, the three of Fang Lang were a little excited and excited.
Abandoning the Demon Que?
That is also Yao Que!
"This time you are on the gold list, the academies will reward you with ten low-grade spirit crystals for your cultivation."
After Wen Ting finished speaking, he took out 30 spirit crystals from the space ring and distributed them to Fang Lang and the others.
Fang Lang doesn't care, after all, with his net worth, ten low-grade spirit crystals are nothing.
But for Ni Wen and Liu Bubai, this was a pleasant surprise.
"In addition, you can only practice in Yaoque Hunting Ground for three days. After three days, no matter whether you have refined the spirit crystal or not, you must enter Chang'an. The palace examination assessment needs to arrive in Chang'an five days in advance and report to the Ministry of Rites. There are iron rules and rules that must not be violated.”
"Three days, with the help of the pressure from Yaoque Hunting Ground, it should be enough for you to refine ten spirit crystals and improve your strength. If you are lucky, you will be able to climb a few more places in the palace examination."
Wen Tingdao.
The flying sword crossed the sky for a long time, and finally arrived at the Yaoque Hunting Ground, which is only three hundred miles away from Chang'an City.
Fang Lang sat on the flying sword, the sword case lay flat on his knees, and he stroked the hilt of the Liansheng sword with his palm. The seeds of sword intent in the dantian cyclone seemed to be inextricably related to this sword.
It gave Fang Lang a strange feeling that this sword... seemed to come alive.
Looking far into the distance, Fang Lang could even see the ancient city of Chang'an shrouded in hazy mist.
However, he withdrew his gaze from betting on the ancient city, and looked at the palace in front of him that was constantly zooming in and suspended in the air, as if it was located in the clouds.
An abandoned demon tower.
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The imperial capital, Chang'an, is ancient and magnificent.
As the well-deserved center of the Tang Dynasty, this ancient city is full of poetic flavor that countless poets yearn for, and at the same time has the majesty that makes people crawl.
The ancient temple outside the city reverberates for thousands of years, and the bell rings, lingering in every street and alley of the ancient city.
Along the streets and alleys, swing into the imperial city in the center of the ancient city. In the imperial city, the palaces are decorated like flowers, like flowers blooming on the earth.
There are many deep palaces, the yellow glazed tiles glow golden yellow under the sunlight, and the vermilion high walls separate the inside and outside, exuding a unique oppression.
The garden in the hall, the waterside promenade.
The third prince, Li Liancheng, walked slowly in the quiet corridor, and beside him, an extremely handsome man in white, full of elegance, walked slowly.
The third prince stopped, looked at the bleakness in the courtyard, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "This time the top spot on the gold list is not you."
"Yuanzhen, you let me down."
A slight apology appeared on the handsome face of the elegant man: "Your Highness, I have let you down."
"Fang Lang's poetic talent is not weaker than Ximen Xianxian, I am indeed inferior."
"As for the martial arts test papers, this child's answers to all three subjects are full, which is beyond my expectation."
Li Yuanzhen said.
"I was sloppy."
The third prince turned around and stared at Li Yuanzhen with a cold face. After a long time, a smile appeared on his noble face: "You...you are still so casual, learn from your father, and everything is right. With a thorough plan, don’t underestimate the people of the world.”
"Thank you, Your Highness, for your guidance, Yuanzhen is taught." Li Yuanzhen said with a smile.
The third prince nodded: "I'm very relieved about you, but it's really a shame that I didn't win the gold list this time. I must go all out for this imperial examination and don't miss it again."
"Here."
Li Yuanzhen bowed slightly.
The third prince stretched out his hand, and with his slender fingers, he grasped a withered yellow leaf wrapped in the autumn wind.
"Fang Lang's son... the purple root bone, a rare mutant root bone, is beyond my Highness's expectations."
"No wonder Yu has become a blockbuster recently, Jiang Linglong really has a good eye."
"Yuan Zhen is well prepared. Although this son's cultivation base is far from yours, he still cannot be taken lightly."
The third prince narrowed his eyes, looked at the dead leaf in his hand, and said.
The corners of the elegant man's mouth are slightly raised, the pear dimples are shallow, and the dizziness is like a plum blossom in winter.
He didn't speak a word, as if he didn't bother to speak, he just bowed in response.
"Let me guess that Fang Lang is not strong enough, so he can only sharpen his guns in front of the battle and try his best in the palace test. Therefore, Wen Ting should be planning to take Fang Lang to the 'Yaoque Hunting Ground' for special training and practice under pressure."
"Since that's the case, it's better to put more pressure on me. I'll tell you to let the students of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian who are ranked after 500 in the gold list go to the hunting grounds. Whoever wins the challenge, I will Guaranteed him to enter the top ten sects."
"Special training should look like special training."
The third prince smiled.
"It's just right, I should also go to relax, so I went to meet this... the leader of the gold list whose poetry talent shocked half of the world."
The words fell.
The third prince flicked his finger.
The dead leaf trembled instantly, turning into fine powder, floating and annihilating.
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The ancient city gate of Chang'an City slowly opened.
Dozens of figures with umbrellas came out from behind the city gate. They were the students of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian Gold List after 500. For them, after 500 on the Gold List, they failed the list.
Having lost the opportunity to choose a sect, the future is uncertain.
Now, the third prince's promise rekindled their hope.
They want to try it.
No. 1 in the civil and military gold list who challenged this year's scientific examination.
They admire Fang Lang's poetic talent, but not necessarily Fang Lang's strength.
In Chang'an, those after the top 500 on the gold list are not qualified to challenge, but if they are in the Yaoque Hunting Ground, they may not be impossible.
If you can win Fang Lang, it will not only become a good story, but also get the promise of the third prince, why not do it?
This is their renewed hope, and they are not willing to let it die easily.
Whoosh!
Under the guidance of the teacher, the students in twos and threes soared into the sky with their swords, stirring the air currents, and galloped towards the Yaoque Hunting Ground, which was three hundred miles east of Chang'an.
After the students disappeared.
An extremely luxurious carriage slowly drove out of the city, driven by a figure wrapped in a red robe and hood, the wheels crushed the dead leaves on the ground in front of Chang'an City and the autumn rain sprinkled on the ground Aftertaste.
Among the guards and soldiers saluting respectfully.
The carriage left the city, trampled by its hooves, soared into the air, galloped through the rain, and headed for the Yaoque Hunting Ground three hundred miles away from Chang'an, as if it was going to have a hunt to cultivate sentiment.
But I don't know...
Whether it is hunting animals or people.
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Chang'an, Prince Wu's Mansion.
Deep in the courtyard.
Zao Wou-ki stood respectfully outside the small courtyard, his body was straight and his blood was majestic.
The swaying autumn rain falling all over the sky twisted away in horror.
In the courtyard, Princess Pei and Jiang Linglong were sitting in the room, with the fragrance of sandalwood and tea permeating the air.
Jiang Linglong wore a neon dress and made a cup of tea for Mrs. Pei.
Holding the tea in both hands, Mrs. Pei peeked at her daughter while pecking at the rim of the cup in small sips. The clear tea moistened her throat ~IndoMTL.com~ and made her long eyelashes tremble slightly.
Mrs. Pei is becoming more and more incomprehensible to her daughter. As she grows older, her daughter looks more and more like her father, with unparalleled majesty.
And she always felt like a girl who hadn't grown up, and she was always afraid in front of their father and daughter.
"Ling'er, listen to Lao Zhao... Are you familiar with Fang Lang, who is number one on the gold list?"
The princess coughed lightly and asked in a low voice.
On Jiang Linglong's beautiful face, there was a faint smile, and her beautiful eyes glanced at Lao Zhao outside the courtyard, who was so frightened that he shivered.
The corners of Jiang Linglong's lips curled up slightly: "Mother, Fang Lang pulled out the Liansheng sword of Suzerain Taihua, you said... Should the child deal with him? Should he protect him?"
When Princess Pei heard the words, she couldn't help covering her mouth in surprise: "Is the lotus born in Taihua?"
"Ah, then this little guy is very powerful."
"I'll introduce it to my mother when I have time."
Jiang Linglong couldn't help stroking her forehead, she is such a mother, she is always like this...innocent.
"Okay."
The concubine suddenly smiled and rolled her eyes, full of interest, and said: "Ling'er, mother will read to you Xiaofang's poem. Ximen Xianxian's poems are amazing!"
Jiang Linglong pursed her lips and smiled, while the princess read the poem, she listened quietly.
The sandalwood is long and full of autumn.
Jiang Linglong looked at the white clouds on the dome outside the courtyard, her red lips were slightly raised, and there was a strange color in her beautiful eyes.
There is a woman in Chang'an who is looking forward to your arrival.
Looking at the time, Fang Lang should soon set foot in the Imperial Capital to fulfill the promise between them.
I don't know what kind of attitude this young man with a sword in Luojiang will set foot in Chang'an.
She, really... is looking forward to it.
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