Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The majestic and ancient city of Chang'an, like a giant dragon sleeping in black, exudes coercion, making people feel awe and look up to.

After Fang Lang lowered his sword, he saw Jiang Linglong, Wei Sheng and others waiting for him in front of Chang'an City, and the smiles on their faces became brighter.

It was an inexplicable feeling of being picked up by someone in a previous life.

The rain fell patteringly, falling in the smog of Chang'an, as if it had condensed into an exquisite meticulous landscape painting.

Fang Lang was very excited. He finally saw Jiang, and finally he could squeeze Jiang again!

Old Jiang is the most important person in his bondage, and taking advantage of the impending palace examination, he just squeezed a little more to see if he could make it to the next level in the palace examination.

Now it's all right, all the bonded objects are gathered in Chang'an.

Squeeze, squeeze well!

Fang Lang's eyes were shining brightly, and the smile on his face became more and more warm.

Ni Wen and Liu Bubai also fell down. Ni Wen was a little cautious and timid, but Liu Bubai held his head high, looked at Jiang Linglong who was wearing a veil, and said with a smile: "Miss Jiang Pei, you are here too."

After all, Liu Bubai had participated in the Swordsmanship Competition with Fang Lang and the others, so he was familiar with it.

Chao Xiaojian and Wen Ting also appeared.

Wen Ting looked at Pei Liao who jumped off the roof of the carriage and was wearing a bamboo hat, startled slightly, then nodded.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Wen Ting said.

On Pei Liao's delicate face that makes women jealous, he didn't show much expression, he just nodded indifferently, and then his eyes fell on Fang Lang.

"The Fang Lang who pulled out the Liansheng sword?"

When Pei Liao spoke, his voice was full of magnetism.

Fang Lang felt that the person in front of him was very cool, a kind of coolness emanating from his bones.

"Did the Iron Law Red Arrow go towards you just now?"

When he asked this sentence, Pei Liao was a little uncertain, but he smelled blood on Fang Lang's body, which was contaminated with royal blood.

However, before Fang Lang could speak, Wen Ting strode forward, raised his hand, and embraced Pei Liao.

"Old Pei, let's take a step to talk."

Pei Liao frowned beautifully, and pressed the leather scabbard on Wen Ting's chest in his hand, but Wen Ting dodged it slipperyly, and then grabbed Pei Liao's shoulder.

Pei Liao's pupils contracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his voice rose an octave.

"Wen Ting! Let go of your dirty hands!"

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Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was a bit fiery.

The sound of the wheels turning, crushing the water all over the ground is very pleasant.

Along the way, Fang Lang kept discussing with Jiang Linglong in the carriage about some deep or shallow knowledge related to swordsmanship.

Lao Jiang wore a veil, but he didn't refuse, chatting with Fang Lang.

Chatting and talking about Lao Jiang's eyes narrowed into crescents, some of the swordsmanship issues Fang Lang mentioned made her gain something, listening to the sound of raindrops outside the window, and discussing with Fang Lang freely in the carriage about cultivation issues, this kind of It feels... nice.

"Ding! The host and the bonded object Jiang Linglong have an in-depth communication about practice, trigger the practice passive, and get the reward [Spell · Ice Bow (Sorcerer Specialization)]"

exploded!

This is an explosion, or in-depth communication!

It is worthy of being squeezed old ginger!

Fang Lang was overjoyed.

Jiang Linglong took Fang Lang, Ni Wen and Liu Bubai straight to King Wu's Mansion, and Wen Ting also lived in King Wu's Mansion. After all, King Wu's Mansion occupies a very large area, and there are not too many rooms missing.

The most important thing is that if Fang Lang lived in the Chang'an post station, even though the third prince would not dare to kill in Chang'an, he could do everything possible to prevent Fang Lang from disturbing his cultivation and affecting the upcoming palace examination.

Moreover, with the signboard of King Wu's Mansion, Fang Lang can also block many challenges from the top 500 on the gold list, saving a lot of trouble.

As the night deepened, Jiang Linglong arranged for Fang Lang and the others to stay, and then returned to her yard.

As soon as she returned to the courtyard, Princess Pei pulled her skirt with one hand, held an oiled paper umbrella in one hand, and trotted over on tiptoe.

"Ling'er, is Xiao Fang okay?"

"I heard that he lives in our house? Mother, can you go and have a look?"

"If you can write 'If you don't break Loulan, you will never return it', let mother see if she is as domineering as your father."

Princess Pei was curious, and by the way, she stretched her neck behind Jiang Linglong to see if Fang Lang was there.

Jiang Linglong pursed the corners of her lips, just holding the oil-paper umbrella, looking at her mother quietly.

On Princess Pei's glamorous face, the smile gradually disappeared, and the anticipation began to recede rapidly, shrinking her neck like a quail.

"oops."

"The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad, my mother's head hurts a little."

"Go back and rest first."

Princess Pei's Lanhua gently caressed her forehead with her fingers, and then she took the maidservant and walked out of the Linglong courtyard with small steps.

Jiang Linglong rolled her beautiful eyes in silence.

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In the small courtyard of Prince Wu's Mansion.

The candlelight is long.

Fang Lang lay cross-legged on the bed, exhaling foul breath.

He rubbed the center of his brows. The power of spirituality dissipated by the shattering of the Iron Law Red Arrow was so replenishing that Fang Lang's spirituality suddenly soared to the level of a third-level magician, which made his brain hurt now.

The feeling of forcing it in made him feel helpless.

He closed his eyes, thinking about the spell that he had just obtained by squeezing the old ginger, the ice bow technique in his mind.

"[Ice Bow Technique] will be obtained through the assistance of spiritual memory and spiritual transmission, and solve the authenticity of the technique from the causal level. Please rest assured to practice the host."

Information about the ice bow technique flooded into his mind frantically.

In front of Fang Lang's eyes, a unique picture could not help but emerge.

...

Xiaoxue leisurely.

The boy stood on the snowy ground with his hands hanging down and his five fingers hanging in the air. When a snowflake fell on the boy's fingertips, the boy opened his eyes brazenly.

The five fingers moved together, and the wave of spiritual thoughts spread. Countless snowflakes seemed to be drawn by mysterious power, and gathered into a snow bow in the palm of the young man.

Take the spirituality as the string, and use the white snow to shape the bow!

The young man held a bow in one hand, and grabbed a piece of snow with the other, and suddenly pulled it, and the snowflakes turned into ice arrows.

Bow, shoot arrows.

Pieces of snowflakes are pierced and strung together.

Day after day, year after year.

...

Fang Lang opened his eyes, the candle was half burned, and the wax overflowed.

After harvesting a technique, Fang Lang felt that the bulging spiritual thoughts in his mind were relieved a lot, which felt good.

After waiting for three days, the cooldown of the [Instant Staff] is over, maybe...you can find another chance to secretly stab the Third Prince again?

This comes every three days, maybe Fang Lang can rush to the third-grade art tutor realm before the palace test? Become a fourth-rank jurisdiction in half a year? To the pinnacle of life?

However, Fang Lang was just thinking about it. The third prince's cultivation is definitely not weak. The reason why he stabbed him was because a ray of spiritual thought from Senior Taihua cut off his blood connection and made his body stiff , he Fang Lang just found the opportunity.

If he stabbed the Third Prince carelessly, he might be beaten to death.

Or slowly look for opportunities.

Hold on, don't wave!

Fang Lang shook off this very tempting idea.

Just when he planned to continue to stabilize his cultivation.

A dark shadow appeared outside the door.

"Talk?"

A cold voice came.

Fang Lang was startled, got up and opened the door, and saw Lao Jiang's uncle standing at the door with a cold and delicate face.

"Lord Pei."

Fang Lang made a bow.

Holding the long leather knife, Pei Liao nodded coldly, and then stepped into the room.

"I heard that at the Qiuling Yaoque Hunting Ground, a ray of spiritual thoughts of the Taihua Sect Master appeared from the Liansheng Sword?" Pei Liao asked.

Fang Lang nodded and briefly described the situation.

After hearing this, Pei Liao rarely showed excitement on his exquisite face. After a long time, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head.

"Sect Master Taihua counts me as half a master. You took Liansheng and I will cover you in Chang'an."

Pei Liao said.

Fang Lang was taken aback, glanced at the long knife hidden in the leather scabbard, and then at Pei Liao.

Pei Liao said coolly, "If I practice swords, I won't be a half-disciple."

After counting, he grabbed the leather knife on the table and planned to leave.

Fang Lang's mouth twitched, you speak so coolly.

However, I always feel that half of the disciples are self-appointed, right?

"Master Pei, I'm actually a little curious."

Fang Lang took a deep breath, and asked about what happened that night and all the doubts in his heart.

"explain."

Pei Liao stopped and spoke concisely.

Fang Lang was speechless, your character and name really don't match.

"At any rate, I can be regarded as number one on the civil and military gold list. The third prince moved me with such a big fanfare. Didn't the Emperor Tang react at all?"

Fang Lang asked.

He was very curious. The Qiuling Demon Tower is only three hundred miles away from Chang'an, which can be simply said to be at the foot of the emperor.

The third prince's unscrupulous attack on him, who is about to take the first place in the civil and military gold list in the imperial examination, won't the hearts of the world's students be chilled?

Pei Liao was startled, his eyes fluctuated for a long time, and he put the leather knife back on the table.

With a grim face, he opened his mouth slowly to explain.

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The darkness of the night is thick like an endless thick ink.

The wheels of the carriage crushed the traces of autumn rain all over the ground, dizzying and spreading out ripples.

Lu Taixuan got down from the carriage, peeled off the gourd at his waist, took a sip of wine, and walked towards the palace shrouded in night.

Entrance to the imperial city.

A figure walked out slowly, the exquisite official robes, even in the dark, could not conceal its brilliance.

Li Pu held the umbrella and walked slowly. The raindrops fell on the umbrella surface and gradually dispersed into thick fog.

Lu Taixuan came staggeringly while drinking, and walked side by side with Li Puyi.

The two stopped one after another.

The sound of rain falling seems to have disappeared.

Only the conversation between the two remained.

"Your Majesty, since you have chosen to stand as the third prince, you should assist me well. The palace test is coming soon. At the feet of the Holy Emperor, it is still too presumptuous for the Third Prince to kill the leader of the civil and military rankings. Although the Holy Emperor is old... ...but still there."

Lu Taixuan said.

"Lu Xiang, you've made a fool of yourself." Li Puyi said indifferently: "This is a world of practitioners, everything is low-grade, only cultivation is high."

"The third prince is certainly wrong, but it's only because of his upright character, besides, if he is less than the eighth rank, he will not be able to enter the eyes of the holy emperor."

"As long as the iron law of the Li family does not fail for a day, everyone below the ninth rank in the Tang Dynasty will be safe and sound, because only the iron law is their hope of transcendence..."

"The iron law is closely related to the blood of the royal family, and the iron law is in the hands of the Holy Emperor."

"The Holy Emperor...holds the hope of practitioners all over the world."

"And without one leader of the civil and military gold list, there are thousands of others."

The ding-dong sound of raindrops falling into the stagnant water resounded endlessly.

Lu Taixuan took a sip of wine in silence, and Li Puyi's words were like a thunderbolt behind the clouds, tearing apart the thick clouds over the cultivation world of the Tang Dynasty.

Laughing, Lu Taixuan shook his head: "It's true, to let the Holy Emperor stand out for him, it is really not enough to be the leader of the civil and military gold list... The Holy Emperor has the consideration and plan of the Holy Emperor."

Li Pu smiled: "Xiang Lu is right, the top of the gold list is indeed not enough, if you can become the number one, you are qualified to speak with the Holy Emperor."

"This world belongs to the Li family. The third prince...is the blood of the Holy Emperor after all."

"If the little guy has any grievances, he has to become a champion first."

"However, he won't be the champion."

Li Pu held his umbrella, brushed off his official robe, and continued to move forward, passing Lu Taixuan.

"My son is determined to be the number one scholar."

"This year is my son's time."

Li Pu's words were calm but full of confidence.

Li Pu walked away.

The rain is falling all over the ground, and the temperature is getting lower and lower.

Lu Taixuan took a sip of the wine, the liquid entered his mouth like a burning knife slipping his throat, he stroked his beard and smiled.

"Hey, Li Yuanzhen..."

"It doesn't feel right."

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Outside the window, the wind and rain are fading away

In the house, the candles were burnt, and the wax oil overflowed the table.

Pei Liao left.

Fang Lang sat on a chair, lost in thought, and let out a foul breath for a long time.

According to Pei Liao, this world is the world of practitioners, Emperor Tang is not only the emperor of mortals, but also the emperor of practitioners, the iron law governs the hope of transcendence of all practitioners.

Therefore, it's not that the Holy Emperor doesn't care, but this matter, or Fang Lang's status, is not yet to the extent that the Holy Emperor can take care of it.

Only those who have won the first prize in the scientific examination can be qualified to speak with the Holy Emperor.

Standing up, Fang Lang crossed his legs and went back to bed.

The world of practitioners is similar to the world of previous lives, and it is reality after all.

In the previous life, money and power were the focus, but in this world, strength is the focus, and strength is the capital that makes people value you.

Strength is fundamental!

Fang Lang understood that in the final analysis, he was still too weak, and he was not dazzling enough.

Fang Lang closed his eyes, Pei Liao's words echoed in his mind.

"That iron law controls the hope of all practitioners. If one day, like Suzerain Taihua, you can use your sword to tear apart the sky of Tang Dynasty covered by the iron law, and leap into detachment without relying on the power of the iron law. , then you will be qualified to have a real dialogue with the Holy Emperor."

Fang Lang opened his eyes and switched the state of bondage.

Four phantoms of Zhou Shen, Ni Wen, Jiang Linglong, Liu Bubai, and Wei Sheng emerged.

It seems that it's time to work hard.

"System, use the dash card!"

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Tanghuang's matter can only be said to be a pitfall, and it may not be explained clearly in one or two chapters. If you read it slowly, it will be clear later.