A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Xiandu.

Under the auspices of Zhenjun Dinghai, the marking teachers of each subject began to mark and score each candidate.

The spiritual consciousness of the cultivators is extremely efficient, and they are expected to complete all marking within six hours, and then check repeatedly within two days to ensure that there are no problems, and there are no major differences among the multiple teachers who cross-checked the marks.

"Taoist rebellion..."

True Lord Dinghai took out a report and pondered for a while.

"Rebellion?"

Huangmao Zhenjun, who was wandering around, was attracted and took a few glances at the report: "The Taoist soldiers of the Liyun Sect have a 33.4% chance of rebellion under a life and death crisis, and the Taoist soldiers of the Tianhai Sect have a 14.1% chance of rebellion under a life and death crisis..."

“These ungrateful bastards dare to rebel?!”

Huangmao Zhenjun's nose was so angry that he said, "Do they want to go and see what life was like in the lower realm of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace? What kind of life was it like when the Immortal Sect used to treat people as dogs?!"

"Although mortals are also in a feudal society, they are always in a prosperous age. Although those who cultivate immortality cannot aspire to the Nascent Soul, those who can cultivate immortality can also cultivate immortality normally, and there will be no restrictions!"

"How dare you rebel in such a good day?!"

"Very normal."

True Lord Dinghai smiled and said: "The Immortal Sect is naturally much better than the Xuanwu Celestial Palace, but it is also plundering. More than 80% of the resources are handed over. The monks fight for the Immortal Sect as Taoist soldiers. Those who do not have enough combat power work in the elixir base and the spiritual mine base. , until the retirement age of eighty, it is normal for people to have resentments."

"Normal shit!"

"Who is normal with them? How do you usually deal with this kind of thing?"

"Direct rebels will be executed in the Taixu Illusion Realm. Taoist soldiers in the same team will be punished by working as mine slaves for twenty years. The resources turned over to the sect within ten years will be increased to 90%."

Zhenjun Dinghai said without even thinking about it.

"It's too light, too light!"

True Lord Huang Mao was very dissatisfied: "All Taoist soldiers in the same team and sect were executed. For example, the Liyun Sect, the probability of rebellion is too high, and there are problems in the sect's training and ideological education. Several batches of Taoist soldiers in recent years have to be destroyed. "

"In terms of taxation, it will be increased by 150% within twenty years. If it is not completed, it will be slaughtered. The Xianmen will cultivate a new Taoist sect on its old site."

"The new one is better, and the new one will be better behaved."

"Can we still collect 150% of the tax revenue?"

Zhenjun Dinghai exclaimed, feeling very curious about the tax collection methods of the old monks.

"Stupid! Just let their sect use their own savings to fill the tax vacancy. The immortal sect will get a wave of blood back just in time. If it doesn't, it will still get back the blood."

"Then just follow what the seniors said."

Different from the argument about Da Ri Jianzi, Zhenjun Dinghai agreed casually.

"Senior, the college entrance examination is over, and there is less than one day left before the final sentence given to you by the central array computer. You'd better find a nearby prison..."

He reminded kindly.

"Bah! Young man, your skin is itchy, right? Do you want to take care of it?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

…

After sleeping for three days in a row, Jiang Ding woke up.

The Taiqing Flying Sword trembled slightly, and the exhausted soul returned to perfection again. Every meridian in the body was under control, and the innate true energy flowed through it.

Starting from Dantian, it flows to one hundred and eighty-eight thousand and twenty-two meridians, and then returns to Dantian, going back and forth endlessly, and the cycle is endless.

"Ding!"

"The results of all subjects of the college entrance examination have been released. Candidates can log on to the education website to check the relevant results and apply for the colleges of their choice."

Jiang Ding was startled by the sound of the array spirit prompting, and his heart was ups and downs.

I was a little nervous and didn't dare to take action for a while.

After a moment of ideological struggle, he summoned a search box in Taixuanhuang Realm, entered the website address of Xianmen Education Network, clicked in, and logged in with his student number and ID number, his name, and his admission ticket number.

Click on the college entrance examination results.

Name: Jiang Ding

Chinese (full score 150): 138

Mathematics (out of 150): 137

Ideology and moral character (full score 150): 149

Comprehensive science (full score 300, biology, chemistry, physics): 287

Liberal arts (full score 100, history, geography): 98

Extra points elective——

Cultivation (full score 300): Innate peak, 300

Main weapon elective (full score 60): Heavy machine gun (full score 30): 30 Tank driving (full score 30): 0

Cold weapon secondary weapon elective (full score 40 points): 40

Actual combat (out of 150 points): 147

Total score: 1326 points

"You scored 1326 points in the 11127 Xianmen College Entrance Examination, ranking 86th in Xianmen and 5th in Guizhou Province."

"You took the Leng Weapon elective examination and obtained the highest score in the college entrance examination in the two subjects of ideological and moral character."

"Brother is the top scorer in the college entrance examination of two immortal sects!"

Jiang Ding's expression became serious.

He stood up, held out a mirror, and looked at the young man in the scene carefully, not missing a single detail or even a single hair.

"The most powerful genius in the history of Rongcheng is my brother."

"It's a pity that I can't reach the level of a second-level array mage in terms of tank driving, Chinese language and mathematics. I've lost too many points, otherwise I would be the undisputed number one scholar in the Immortal Sect."

Jiang Ding felt a little regretful.

I tidied up my instruments, opened the hatch, and walked out.

"He's out. The college entrance examination is over. From now on, you can do whatever you want...fuck you!"

The teacher from the Logistics Department was still lying on the recliner, looking lazy. Suddenly, with a roar, the light of the wind spell fluctuated and came to Jiang Ding in an instant.

"Dainichi Swordsman!!"

The azure flying sword trembled slightly and then subsided.

"Teacher, it's not that exaggerated. I told you not to call me this misleading name."

Jiang Ding said helplessly.

"Sorry sorry!"

The teacher of the Logistics Department was an old monk with a beer belly. He rubbed his hands and said with some embarrassment: "They all call it that on the Internet. The name Jiang Ding is too common. There are at least hundreds of thousands of immortal sects... Well, Jiang Ding Classmate, can you write a word for me?"

He took out a piece of rice paper and a writing brush from somewhere. There was a flash of light on them, and the price seemed to be high.

At least they are all spiritual materials and low-grade magic weapons.

"Yes, yes...but teacher, are you sure my handwriting is valuable? To tell you the truth, the handwriting is not pretty."

"It doesn't matter whether it's good or not!"

Teacher Beer Belly used magic power to spread the rice paper flatly, and smiled: "You don't know this, right? The most important thing in writing is a person's identity. When he was the top scholar in the two subjects of the Immortal Sect, the future Yuanying Zhenjun was young, he wrote this after the college entrance examination The first calligraphy work will be of great interest to many collectors."

"I'm lucky today. The first time I met you, I thought about getting some luck and leaving a heirloom for my old Gao family to brag about in the future."

"Oh well."

Jiang Ding picked up the writing brush, entered the Xiantian Qi, and asked: "Teacher, what do you want to write?"

"How about I wish Gao Xiaoliu good health, happiness, peace, and success in his future career? Gao Xiaoliu is my son. He is in the second grade of junior high school this year. He is quite naughty."

"no problem."

Jiang Ding wrote with a pen, and the words came out one by one.

The beer-belly teacher looked at it carefully.

I found that the calligraphy was not ugly at all. It was quite regular. Each stroke was similar to the characters typed in a copy shop. It lacked the boldness and majestic charm of a calligrapher.

It has little value in calligraphy and is called craftsmanship.

However, the characters are clearly the same, and there is no sharpness or sharpness in the thin gold body. However, one can feel an obvious sharpness between the strokes, and vaguely, there is a bright blue sun rising up into the nine heavens. scenery.

After staring for a long time, my eyes felt like they were being cut. I couldn't help but shed tears and quickly looked away.

"Okay, teacher, do you think there is anything else that needs to be modified?"

After taking a few breaths and finishing the last stroke, Jiang Ding returned the brush and asked.

"No, no more, thank you classmate Jiang Ding!"

Jiang Ding left the room as the beer-belly teacher from the logistics department thanked him repeatedly.