Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Although Fang Lang has long understood that in this world, strength is the most important thing, but this time he really felt this feeling.

He used the Chong Duan card squeezed out of Ni Wen, and he wanted to attack the 6th Duan Sword Master!

In the Qiuling Yaoque Hunting Ground, Fang Lang generated a lot of aura out of nothing by scoring points, and he piled up his cultivation base to a fifth-level swordsman, and he piled up the required aura to perfection.

Fang Lang intends to try to use the rush card to attack the shackles of the sixth-level swordsman.

Of course, Fang Lang also wanted to give it a try, to see if the punching card could ignore the transformation from spiritual energy to sword energy, and directly achieve a breakthrough.

Switching to the state of the four bonds, and absorbing the spirit crystal for a while again, until the spirit crystal in the dantian cyclone was completely perfect, and when it could no longer absorb it, Fang Lang used the rush card.

"Ding! The dash card has been used."

"I wish you a happy rush."

A system prompt pops up.

Afterwards, Fang Lang felt his swollen aura. After using the rush card, it was like a bubble that was punctured. In an instant, a hot current gushed out from his dantian.

The surging spiritual energy in the cyclone dantian was continuously compressed and compressed, and finally turned into pure sword energy, wandering around the sword intent seed.

Fang Lang's cultivation was a natural breakthrough, and he successfully entered the sixth-level sword master!

Opening his mouth, he let out a mouthful of stale air, and the aura in the room seemed to pour into his body.

A smile appeared on Fang Lang's face.

It is indeed a punching card!

Today, he is a third-tier martial artist, second-tier martial artist, and sixth-tier swordsman...

Although there is still a gap with top talents such as Lao Jiang and Wei Sheng with this diverse cultivation base, the gap is still within an acceptable range and he is still able to fight.

But it's just that he can fight. If he wants to win, Fang Lang can't tell whether he can win.

Fang Lang can only continue to practice hard in the next few days to improve his competitiveness.

"Use [Five Times Body Forging Card]."

Fang Lang gritted his teeth.

This is an item card squeezed from Liu Bubai, and Fang Lang is also using it at the moment.

No matter how many item cards there are, if they are not converted into cultivation, they are all useless external possessions.

After using the five times body forging card, Fang Lang is confident that his martial arts cultivation will step into the level of a third-level martial artist.

boom!

Fang Lang's muscles tightened together, and his whole body seemed to shrink in a circle. Endless pain, endless muscle tearing, like a tide, like a thunderbolt, spread to every corner of his body.

A low whimper spread through the room, like a wounded cub licking its wound.

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After a night of autumn rain, it finally stopped.

The sun shines on the withered and yellow fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves are stained with crystal water droplets, which are reflected in a variety of colors.

Chang’an’s spring is beautiful, and autumn is even more beautiful. The trees are full of golden autumn leaves, which complement the glazed tiles of the imperial palace. Walking along the long street, there are golden leaves falling, adding a few rare poetic flavors.

Imperial City, Tai Chi Palace.

Many officials gathered in the Chaoyi Temple. The Holy Emperor, who hadn't held an early court for a long time, attended the court meeting, sat on the dragon chair, and listened to the reports of the officials under his command.

Prime Minister Lu Taixuan was dozing off, and Li Pu was talking about the arrangements for the next palace examination.

The eldest prince and the third prince were dressed in neat python robes, standing on both sides. The eldest prince had a peaceful face, with a spring-like smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, the third prince's face was pale, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Liancheng."

Suddenly, a faint voice resounded in the meeting hall.

Li Pu, who was eloquent in the report, suddenly fell silent, and the third prince suddenly raised his head, stepped out, bowed his head and cupped his fists.

"My son is here."

There was a dead silence in the meeting hall, and the eyes of all officials, big and small, were all on the third prince.

Many people know a little about what happened yesterday.

I don't know how the Holy Emperor will react.

"From today onwards, the mansion will be restricted, and the cultivation resources provided by the Household Department will be halved. Before the end of the palace examination, you will not be allowed to take half a step."

A faint voice, without any emotion, lingers in the hall lightly.

These are the words of the Holy Emperor.

As soon as these words came out, the world seemed to become dead silent at this moment.

The third prince, who clasped his fists and bowed to each other, suddenly raised his head, as if struck by lightning, with disbelief in his eyes.

This is... punishment? !

Why did the emperor punish him? Is it because of what happened yesterday?

Does the emperor know Fang Lang? !

At this moment, not only the third prince, but even the eldest prince who had a well-thought-out plan, looked at the figure on the high seat with narrowed eyes.

Lu Taixuan sniffled and woke up abruptly, his eyes flickered with a little bit of playfulness.

Li Pu opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"You can do what you should do, and don't do what you shouldn't do. As a prince, you should have a little sense of propriety."

"But who wants to intercede for him?"

From the high seat, a faint voice drifted out.

Several officials in the faction of the third prince originally wanted to intercede, but at this moment, they dared not say anything in shock. How could they dare to intercede? They were even thinking about the message behind it.

Fang Lang is now tied to the Jiang family. Between the third prince and King Wu, did the Holy Emperor choose King Wu?

The Holy Emperor's words are serious, and you are not joking.

The third prince Li Liancheng's lips trembled, and finally, he knelt down under the dragon chair.

"My son...obey the order."

The eldest prince on the side looked thoughtful, and couldn't help but think of something. Before Yunling Pagoda was applied for by Luojiang Academy, there seemed to be some episodes. It was rumored that Fang Lang stepped on the seventh floor and was notified and congratulated by Yunling Pagoda.

Perhaps this is the reason why the father punished Li Liancheng today?

The eldest prince Li Tianlin's eyes flickered, Fang Lang's son, even if he wasn't the number one scholar, was worthy of attention.

The hall was silent for a long time.

Li Pu walked out with a bow, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the specific decision regarding the 'Jiedushi System'..."

"The policy theory in the scientific examination paper examination is very interesting."

"We'll talk about this after the palace test is over."

As soon as Li Pu finished speaking, Tang Huang responded flatly.

These words made many ministers in the court silent like cicadas, feeling a sense of oppression about to come.

Li Pu's eyes shrank, and he let out a foul breath: "Here."

This early court was the most turbulent one in the Tang Dynasty for several years.

Although his name was not mentioned in the court meeting.

But everyone knew that the protagonist who caused the turmoil in this court meeting was the young man in Tsing Yi who had just arrived from the small town of Luojiang and had never even been the number one scholar.

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Fang Lang didn't know what happened in the court, and he didn't care even if he knew about the Holy Emperor's disposal.

He walked out of the room, and in the courtyard of Prince Wu's Mansion, he enjoyed the autumn scenery and the fresh air, which made his exhaustion from a night of hard work wash away a lot.

The use of the five times body training card made him extremely painful, but the effect was remarkable. Fang Lang was very satisfied feeling the powerful power contained in the physical body.

This may be the charm of practice, the feeling of slowly improving strength, which makes people very satisfied and intoxicated.

Ni Wen and Liu Bubai also walked out of the room, and a maid came to take the three of them to the hall for breakfast.

After eating the breakfast prepared by Prince Wu's Mansion, Jiang Linglong put on a veil, ordered Lao Zhao to prepare a carriage, and headed towards the palace of the Ministry of Rites.

The top 500 candidates on the gold list enter Chang'an to participate in the palace examination, and they need to report to the Ministry of Rites, otherwise they will be disqualified.

So the group rushed to the Ministry of Rites early.

Because the candidates who participated in the palace examination were only the top 500 on the gold list, the front of the palace of the Ministry of Rites was not as bustling as the Gongyuan during the scientific examination.

Pedestrians are scattered, but it seems quite empty.

The carriage stopped in front of the palace of the Ministry of Rites. After the identity was verified, the officials of the Ministry of Rites personally took Fang Lang and others into the palace to register and report.

An official of the Ministry of Rites, wearing official robes, holding a brush, bowed his head.

"Academy?"

"Luojiang Academy."

"name?"

"Fang Lang."

Um?

When Fang Lang reported his name, the official who wrote the pen stopped, raised his head, and glanced at Fang Lang, with a pleasant look in his eyes. He was the one who reviewed Fang Lang's papers!

"Your poem is well written..."

"Your answer on policy is even better."

The official who wrote the pen smiled appreciatively at Fang Lang.

In the following reporting procedure, the officials became a lot more enthusiastic, even if they were not so enthusiastic about Jiang Linglong.

Even when Fang Lang and others were about to leave, the official in charge of reporting personally welcomed them to the gate of the palace of the Ministry of Rites.

After Fang Lang's figure disappeared, the officials of the Ministry of Rites were full of tenderness and approval.

"It is worthy of being a Luojiang talented scholar who can write poems such as 'If you don't break Loulan, you will never return it'."

"Sure enough, he looks like a number one scholar!"

The official felt satisfied when he saw Fang Lang.

"The imperial examination is just around the corner, and now the major gambling houses are starting to set up gambling games. This year's imperial examination is surprisingly lively!"

"Jiang Linglong, Li Yuanzhen, Lu Ze, Luoyang, Wei Sheng...these are all supernatural geniuses!"

"Although Fang Lang won the first place in the civil and military gold list, there is still a gap between the betting odds of the major gambling houses and those geniuses on the first tier, and the odds are extremely high."

"But I just think Fang Lang can win the number one spot!"

The official looked at Fang Lang's disappearing back with a smile. He bet on Fang Lang, it had nothing to do with the odds, it was simply admiration for the young man who came out of this small town.

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Late autumn in Chang'an began to become noisy and lively.

The palace examination is about to start, and the strongmen from the various sects rushed to the imperial capital one after another, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, gathering in the imperial capital.

The great practitioners who were once rare to see all have faces that can be found in Chang'an, such as Jiyuanguan, Guanfohai, Xianwu Pagoda, Jianshuzong and other top ten great sect masters in the Tang Dynasty. There is a trace.

There are also many top second-rate sect masters who also rushed here, in order to win the talents in the palace examination.

As for the densely packed rivers and lakes like wild geese migrating here, most of them are just to watch the excitement and take a chance on the gambling games set up by the major gambling houses in Chang'an.

Maybe you can win a wealthy family, and what about the worry-free cultivation resources for the rest of your life?

As a result, Chang'an became extremely lively, and almost all post stations and inns were full.

The business of the major restaurants is extremely hot, and even the Jiaofang Division is brightly lit, and the flower boats are lit up every night.

Everyone is waiting for the opening of the palace examination, waiting for who will be the champion of this session.

Prince Wu's Mansion.

Fang Lang stayed in the palace these days and didn't go anywhere.

Because of the Qiuling Demon Que, many of the top 500 candidates on the gold list gave up challenging Fang Lang. Of course, there were also some unbelieving candidates who came to Wu Wangfu to look for him and wanted to challenge him, but they were all blocked by Jiang Linglong. .

They have the right to challenge, and Fang Lang also has the right to refuse.

Old Jiang stood at the door wearing a veil, and the candidates who came to challenge were numb from her cold eyes, and had to turn around and leave in embarrassment.

After coming and going, Fang Lang, who stayed in Wu Wang's mansion, gained a rare cleanliness.

During this period of time, Fang Lang really wanted to find an opportunity to have in-depth exchanges with Lao Jiang related to practice. Unfortunately, Lao Jiang is usually shy, and only shows up when eating. Fang Lang is not good when eating. Conduct deep or shallow practice exchanges.

And Ni Wen and Liu Bubai are also doing their best to retreat and sprint, and it is also difficult to communicate.

Fang Lang actually felt a sense of loneliness inexplicably.

He does miss Lao Fang a little bit, at this time, Lao Fang should bring him a bowl of wontons to comfort him.

Forget it, then let’s practice!

Therefore, Fang Lang also entered a state of retreat, and began to refine spirit crystals frantically.

The day before the palace examination, Fang Lang finished his retreat, and by the way, he received a letter from Luojiang, a letter written by Lao Fang to him.

It was mentioned in the letter that Fang Lang was asked to relax and prepare for the imperial examination, and after nagging about some trivial matters such as dressing well and eating well, he finally mentioned that Fang Lang should not be stressed. If Lang really can't pass the exam, the fertile fields, restaurants, and markets at home are all prepared for him.

Fang Lang was so annoying, the pressure he had just accumulated was almost broken by the old Fang.

Lao Fang always wanted to corrupt his will!

After thinking about it, Fang Lang didn't reply, and getting the champion was the best reply to Lao Fang.

During this period, Wen Ting sent a post, which recorded the information of the top three contenders in this palace examination, including some cultivation bases, ages, preferences, etc. Wen Ting recorded them in great detail, allowing Fang Lang was prepared.

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The next day, the sky was fine.

Autumn is refreshing.

"when--"

The ancient temple outside Chang'an City rang a distant bell.

The two carriages of King Wu's Mansion were ready early, one for Jiang Linglong, one for Ni Wen, one for Fang Lang and one for Liu Bubai, and the two carriages followed the Qingshi Road on Zhuque Street towards the imperial palace of the Great Tang Dynasty.

The rising sun in late autumn sprinkled on the earth, as if paving a golden carpet that spread to the imperial city.

On both sides of the street, there are people watching the excitement, and there are also gamblers holding betting slips, coming and going, bustling and bustling.

In the carriage, Jiang Linglong was wearing a veil, as quiet as a virgin, while Ni Wen clenched her fists nervously, and couldn't help but cheer herself up.

Fang Lang lifted the curtain of the car, looking at the rising sun jumping out of the horizon, his eyes were like fire.

Liu Bubai propped his chin, stroked the sword, his face was deep, and his whole body exuded a sense of confidence.

This palace test...he will never win!

"when--"

In the imperial city, the ancient bell rang.

Many examinees got off the carriage outside Suzaku Gate, facing the rising sun, and walked towards the majestic imperial city on foot.

At the feet of the Holy Emperor, the palace test begins.

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