Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Luojiang Academy.

The autumn rain is like silk, like ox hair, and the whole academy soaked is full of poetic and picturesque.

Wen Ting was wearing a plain blue gown, with a sword in its scabbard, 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 that flirted with half of Chang'an back then.

"Have you said goodbye to your family?"

Wen Ting was holding a gourd in his hand, 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 not only has 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 with his head held high, exuding boundless "I am a genius" confidence from inside to outside.

Seeing that everyone was present, Wen Ting called out the luxurious flying sword.

After the three of Fang Lang climbed onto the flying sword, Wen Ting took out the Yujian 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 wielding the sword, Wen Ting shook his head: "It is, it is 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: "Yun Ling Pagoda?"

Wen Ting laughed: "Of course not, the Yunling Pagoda is in charge of the Ministry of Rites and is not open to the outside world."

"where is that?"

"Yao Que."

Wen Ting's words made Fang Lang stunned for an instant, not only Fang Lang, but also 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 connecting the two worlds, and going to Yao Que with their strength... that is basically going to death!

"Of course it's not the real Yao Que, it's the 'abandoned Yao Que' that has been breached by the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, after the Great Tang Dynasty took over, it was converted into a hunting ground for disciples from all sects and factions 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're lucky, you might even meet a few prey with a 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.

Abandon the Yao Que?

That is also Yao Que!

"This time you are on the gold list, each academy 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. This is an iron rule , shall not be violated."

"In three days, with the help of the pressure from the 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 Ting said.

Flying sword crossed the sky for a long time, and finally arrived at Yaoque Hunting Ground, which is only three hundred miles away from Chang'an City.

Fang Lang sat on the flying sword, with the sword case flat on his knees, and gently 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.

Fang Lang looked far into the distance, and 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 floating 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 grand.

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 Xiao Se, who was full of autumn in the courtyard, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "This time the leader of 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 inferior to Ximen Xianxian, and I am indeed inferior."

"As for the martial arts test papers, this son'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, everything must be well-planned, 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: "For you, I am very relieved, but this time I did not win the gold list, it is indeed embarrassing to me, this palace exam, I must go all out, and I will not miss again."

"Here."

Li Yuanzhen bowed slightly.

The third prince stretched out his hand, and with his slender fingers, he grasped a withered yellow leaf that was wrapped in the autumn wind.

"Fang Lang's son... Zipin Gengu, a rare mutant Gengu, is beyond my Highness's expectations."

"No wonder Yu has become a blockbuster recently, Jiang Linglong really has a good eye."

"Yuanzhen is well prepared. Although this son's cultivation level 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 his 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, 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. Tell me to let the students of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian who are ranked after the 500th gold list go to the hunting ground. If anyone wins the challenge, I will guarantee him entry." Ten sects."

"Special training should look like special training."

The third prince laughed.

"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."

Words fell.

The third prince flicked his finger.

The dead leaf trembled instantly, turned into fine powder, drifted and annihilated.

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The ancient city gate of Chang'an City slowly opened.

Dozens of silhouettes 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.

Losing 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, they are not qualified to challenge after the top 500 on the gold list, 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?

Even if Fang Lang's strength is really very strong, they still have to choose to challenge. After all, these are the ones who failed the scientific examination, and they have one of the few opportunities to change the ending, so why not give it a try?

This is their rekindled fire of hope, and they are not willing to let it die easily.

Whoosh!

Under the leadership of the teacher, the students in twos and threes flew up to the sky with their swords, stirring the air currents, and galloped towards the Yaoque Hunting Ground, which was three hundred miles away from the east of Chang'an.

After the students disappeared.

An extremely luxurious carriage slowly drove out of the city, and the driver was a figure wrapped in a red robe and hood. The wheels crushed the dead leaves all over the ground in front of Chang'an City and the afterglow of the autumn rain sprinkled on the ground.

Among the guards and soldiers saluting respectfully.

The carriage left the city, trampled on 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.

I don't know...

Are they hunting animals or humans.

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Chang'an, Prince Wu's Mansion.

Deep courtyard.

Zhao Wou-ki stood respectfully outside the small courtyard, his body was straight and his blood was majestic.

The swaying autumn rain that fell 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 was wearing neon clothes 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 and made her long eyelashes tremble slightly.

Mrs. Pei is becoming more and more incomprehensible to her daughter. As she grows up, her daughter looks more and more like her father, majestic and incomparable.

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 what Lao Zhao said... 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 who was poking around outside the courtyard, and Lao Zhao trembled in fright.

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 Liansheng from Taihua?"

"Yeah, 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.

"good."

The princess smiled and rolled her eyes, full of interest, and said: "Ling'er, mother will read you that Xiaofang's poem, this is his first poem in the literary test, it is better than that of Ximen Xianxian who conquered Jiaofangsi His 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 set foot in the Imperial Capital soon to fulfill the promise between them.

I don't know what kind of posture this young man with a sword in Luojiang small town will set foot in Chang'an.

She really... looked forward to it.

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