Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

On the top of the main hall paved with glazed tiles, four auspicious beasts with black eaves and corners faced the vast starry sky.

The chill of late autumn is getting stronger and stronger.

Thick black clouds condensed in the night sky, as if the first snow in late autumn was accumulating inside, it seemed that it could not bear the weight of the snow, and it fell towards the world, bringing an endless sense of cramping to the whole world.

On the blue brick arena of Baiyu Square, there was only one figure in green shirt who was as small as an ant compared to the majestic palace.

Fang Lang leaned on an obsidian sword, with a warm smile on his face, and the hem of his green shirt flapped in the night sky, making a "pop" sound like a flag blowing.

The entire Baiyu Square in front of Tai Chi Palace was dead silent.

On both sides of the Royal Road, stretching all the way to Zhuque Gate, and then all the way down from Zhuque Street, it seems that everything has become silent.

All the people watching this battle opened their mouths wide open, not knowing how to behave.

The gamblers were holding the bills in their hands blankly, and the sweat from all over their bodies completely soaked the bills. Their faces were ashen, and despair was clearly visible on their faces. It was predictable that tomorrow the moat outside Chang'an City might be There will be more guys who go into the river together.

Ximen Xianxian, who was the favorite to win the first prize, lost to Fang Lang. Before the start of this palace examination, not many people were optimistic about this dark horse.

Fang Lang is the number one on the civil and military gold list, but from the beginning, not many people are optimistic about Fang Lang, because Fang Lang's cultivation base is too low, it is difficult to stand out in the palace examination, and most people think that Fang Lang will do well in the first round. was brushed down.

But she never thought that this son, in an extremely gaudy way, in a way that shocked the world's attention, was extremely coquettish, and sloppyly squeezed into the last round of the palace examination... the battle for the number one scholar!

With Ximen Xianxian's defeat, there was no suspense, and the battle for the number one prize took place between Fang Lang and King Wu's daughter Jiang Linglong.

In fact, everyone actually had some psychological expectations for Ximen Xianxian's defeat.

After all, Fang Lang defeated Li Yuanzhen, the favorite of the No. 1 pick, so the possibility of winning Ximen Xianxian was very high.

However, the most shocking thing is that the contest between Fang Lang and Ximen Xianxian was even more gaudy than the contest with Li Yuanzhen!

Stepping on the flying sword, talking like a river, holding an ice bow while reciting poems!

The way of poetry is obviously the one that Ximen Xianxian is best at. You must know that Ximen Xianxian is famous in Chang'an. , but now...but lost to poetry again!

This is the point that made everyone uproar.

In front of Tai Chi Palace.

The eldest prince frowned slightly, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, Lu Taixuan laughed and stroked his palms lightly: "It's worthwhile for me to wake up and watch this battle."

"Among the younger generation, the two talents who are the most talented in poetry and poetry in Chang'an competed, and it really sparked a different spark."

"To be happy in life is to be happy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon."

"Okay! This poem simply expresses the heartfelt satisfaction of those who love wine!"

Prime Minister Lu Taixuan burst out laughing, he couldn't help it anymore, originally in the imperial city, he restrained himself extremely, and would not easily take out a gourd to drink.

but……

In this verse, how can there be no wine?

With a sound of "Bo", he pulled out the plug of the gourd and drank the wine in a big gulp!

While drinking, he said with a smile: "Wan Li is sad and autumn is often a guest, and he is alone on the stage with a hundred years of illness..."

"It's delicious, it's delicious enough."

"Mochou has no confidant in the road ahead, no one in the world knows the king... After tonight, in the Tang Dynasty, no one in the world knows Fang Lang's name!"

Li Pu at the side glanced at Lu Taixuan, expressionless.

This old thing, boasting so vigorously, I'm afraid he just wants to find a chance to drink.

"Ximen Xianxian has accumulated awe-inspiring energy for several years, and he shouldn't have lost so easily. Fang Lang's poetic talent is indeed one in a million...especially the sentence 'Heaven and earth have righteous energy, mixed with manifolds', to Ximen Xianxian has the strongest impact."

"A seemingly funny and ridiculous battle is actually a spiritual confrontation between Confucianism and Taoism."

"Ximen Xianxian didn't lose strength, what he lost was poetic talent."

Li Pu said lightly.

The surrounding officials also nodded one after another, and many civil servants were still immersed in Fang Lang's speechless poems by Ximen Xianxian.

The eldest prince's eyes flickered and he smiled.

"If Xianxian loses, he loses. It can only be said that he is not yet the champion."

"The next contest for the number one scholar is the highlight of this palace examination."

The First Prince spoke.

All the officials quieted down, and for a long time, they all bowed and said yes.

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Ximen Xianxian was lying on the icy ground of Baiyu Square, he looked at the dark and narrow clouds hanging down from the night sky in a daze.

His mind was full of Fang Lang's loud and thunderous poems.

The imperial doctor in the palace rushed to check his injury. In fact, Ximen Xianxian's injury was not serious, but the serious one was a heartache.

Fang Lang defeated Ximen Xianxian in his proudest strength, and it was a great blow to Ximen Xianxian.

Getting up unsteadily, Ximen Xianxian wiped the blood from his forehead.

There is righteousness in the world, mixed with manifolds.

This sentence had a great influence on him.

His eyes were shining, and they became brighter and brighter.

He cupped his hands towards Fang Lang on the ring. Although Fang Lang didn't look at it any more, Ximen Xianxian felt his heart gradually enlightened.

Fang Lang's three poems broke his arrogance and also his state of mind.

But he also learned something from the three poems.

"Brother Lang's poetic talent, Xianxian knows it's not as good as it is. After the palace examination is over, Xianxian will have a long talk with Brother Lang all night, hoping that Brother Lang will be perfect, and complete those lines of poems."

Ximen Xianxian laughed.

Then, she turned around casually, and strode away with the flying Confucian shirt outlining her body in the night wind.

In this battle, Ximen Xianxian was convinced. The only pity was that he failed to fulfill the eldest prince's entrustment and won the first prize.

He has been accumulating awe-inspiring energy for several years, but in the end, he still falls short.

It's a little pity.

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Wearing a veil, Jiang Linglong quietly looked at Fang Lang standing on the ring with his blue shirt flying and bathing in the moonlight.

There was a slight brilliance in the eyes that were as dazzling as stars.

Beside the royal road, among the crowd, Steward Yu stood on tiptoe, and also looked at Fang Lang, who was on the ring with arrogance, and his heart was ups and downs for a while.

Guanshi Yu still remembers that Fang Lang wanted to ask for the girl's name when he was in Qianfei Pavilion in Luojiang, but he couldn't.

But now, the boy can already stand on the same level as the girl.

Things in the world are simply too miraculous. Who would have thought that a young man could grow to such a height in just a short period of time!

The chief eunuch walked under the two nameplates, and with a flick of his hand, the only two intact nameplates were suspended in the air at this moment, and after the collision, they faced each other.

"The last battle, the battle for the champion."

As soon as the words fell, the entire Baiyu Square burst into an uproar, and there was a sound of exclamation, tearing the black cloud on the top!

Jiang Linglong got up from the preparation area, and Pingting was seated in a plain white group, holding Ji Xue sword in her hand, wearing a veil, and her blue hair was like a waterfall.

Step by step, her eyes were like stars, and she walked towards the ring.

She is also somewhat looking forward to today's battle.

"Let me see how strong you are today..."

The red lips under the girl's veil were slightly raised.

On the blue brick arena, Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong stood facing each other, and it seemed that the whole world had quieted down at this moment.

The cold moonlight broke through the thick black clouds and sprinkled down, like a spotlight that gathered the whole world and hit the ring at this moment.

A corner of Baiyu Square.

Princess Pei, who was wearing a veil, pointed excitedly at the arena to Pei Liao, who was beside her with a cool face, and said in a low voice, "We're going to fight!"

"Linger and Xiaofang are going to fight!"

"Xiao Fang's poems just now are so good, will Ling'er accidentally stab Xiao Fang to death?"

"Ling'er is just like her father, when it comes to fights, it's not serious."

Pei Liao was expressionless, too lazy to answer her gibberish sister.

However, the cool face could not be maintained for three seconds, and his face was full of ferocity, because Princess Pei pinched his ears, and said angrily: "You are talking!"

Pei Liao wanted to cry.

This sister, don't worry about it.

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The chill of late autumn, piercing and piercing, whistled over the entire Chang'an city.

Several rounds of autumn rains fell in a row, and the temperature in the cold night dropped to an extremely low level. In Baiyu Square, people wearing thick cotton clothes rubbed their hands and let out a sigh of relief, and they could all see whiteness.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the golden gong.

The battle for the top spot in this year's scientific examination, which has attracted much attention, started on the green ring.

Countless people stood on tiptoe, and countless people looked forward to it.

Even the many civil and military officials in front of the Taiji Hall are watching intently.

On the arena, Fang Lang was carrying a sword box on his back, wearing a Tsing Yi, showing a warm smile, looking at Old Jiang wearing a veil, his smile became brighter and brighter.

Tonight is another night to squeeze out the old ginger.

Fighting against each other is definitely an in-depth exchange!

So Fang Lang naturally smiled brightly.

"If you still use the gaudy tricks you used to win Li Yuanzhen and Ximen Xianxian before, then you should admit defeat early, and I will beat you to tears." Jiang Linglong's eyes were like stars, and she also smiled brightly, with a few smiles mixed in with her words meaning.

Fang Lang grinned, raised his hand, held the obsidian sword and pointed at the hilt of the sky, and slowly drew it out. Then, the black tip of the sword pointed at the blue bricks on the ground.

"Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang."

Jiang Linglong bowed slightly.

"Guozijian, Jiang Linglong."

"Please enlighten me."

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hum!

A sword groan exploded in the air above the ring, rolling up tiny, invisible waves.

Holding the obsidian in Fang Lang's hand, he stepped out in one step, Lingxu sword step!

The aura and sword energy on his body surged and boiled the moment he took a step. How fancy would it be to face Old Jiang? !

Fighting him with a sword is worthy of him standing here facing Jiang Linglong!

On the ring, a dozen figures in Tsing Yi appeared in an instant, like a dream in the dark night, Fang Lang is now a sixth-level swordsman, with sword energy in his heart, and his steps are easier.

With just one breath, he suddenly approached Jiang Linglong's side.

However, Fang Lang lowered his body, and the tip of the Obsidian Sword stuck on the ground. The sharp Obsidian, whose hair could be cut off, plunged into the blue bricks of the ring like tofu, and drew the sword instantly!

There seems to be sword energy gushing out from the floor tiles!

Sword drawing!

Like a black thunderbolt, it spawned from the ground and burst into shock!

The young man swung his sword, cutting through the wind and snow!

Jiang Linglong's eyes froze, and he was not careless. The cultivation of the Ninth Stage Sword Master was fully revealed. His slender, white fingers touched Ji Xue's scabbard. Suddenly, sword energy swept out.

It's like a spring breeze blowing!

The boy's domineering sword collided with the girl's soft wind.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, sparks splashed everywhere!

With a huge burst of strength, Fang Lang switched to the state of four fetters, and coupled with the strength of a third-tier martial artist, he was on par with Jiang Linglong, a nine-tier sword master, in terms of sword power collision.

Jiang Linglong's body swayed, and within the cyclone in Dantian, sword energy burst forth!

With a flick of the sword in his hand, the spring rain of the four seasons swordsmanship!

Countless sword brilliance seemed to have turned into continuous spring rain, like oil moistening everything, sticking to Fang Lang's obsidian sword, no matter how Fang Lang struggled, it seemed that he couldn't get rid of it!

This is a sword move of four or two strokes!

Fang Lang once used the borrowing card to understand Lao Jiang's understanding of the Four Seasons Sword. However, facing Lao Jiang, Fang Lang never hid any shadow of the Four Seasons Sword in his swordsmanship. It was an act of seeking out .

The sword drawing technique is the most domineering, but Chunyu Jianshi is the best sword move to break the sword drawing technique.

Fang Lang was not in a hurry, and his mind was settled. He knew that it would be difficult to win Lao Jiang, but Fang Lang had accumulated so many hole cards, and he would not give up easily.

Raise your left hand in the shape of a Buddha holding a flower, push it forward, and flick your fingers!

hum!

The silent air exploded, Jiang Linglong frowned slightly, and Ji Xue, who had been pressing Hei Yao, drew back, turning into an arc, like a filament, standing upright in the symmetrical center of Jiang Linglong's eyebrows and eyes!

When the sword wave bounced, it was split in two by Ji Xuejian, rolled up by Jiang Linglong's side, and rushed to the ground, causing the blue brick to crack silently!

Fang Lang took this opportunity to get out of Hei Yao, the tip of his sword touched the ground, completed the arc, bounced with his strength, and lashed at Jiang Linglong with the sword chant!

This is Liu Bubai's proud sword move, and Fang Lang has learned it to a higher level!

Jiang Linglong seemed to have noticed something, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Fancy bells and whistles."

Jiang Linglong scolded softly.

However, the sword in her hand was also swung forward, and the sword energy gushed out from the cyclone. In an instant, countless sword lights were as violent as rain!

Fang Lang only felt in a trance before his eyes, as if he was facing the continuous pouring of a large group of torrential rain!

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide!

This is completely different from Lao Jiang's swordsmanship in the Swordsmanship Grand Competition. The Four Seasons Sword with the blessing of swordsmanship is simply so strong that it makes people despair!

If Li Yuan is really the number one sorcerer in this year's scientific examination, then Jiang Linglong is the number one swordsman in this year's scientific examination!

Fang Lang's eyes were fixed, and he was spinning at a high speed while he was in the air. During the rotation, the Liansheng sword flew out of the box, hit Jiang Linglong's Xia Yu sword, and bounced back.

Fang Lang held the sword in both hands, shaped like flowing water, and waved it in front of his body. The dancing was impenetrable in an instant, and countless sword auras formed air currents and swayed around!

Jiang Linglong, with the cultivation of an extremely domineering nine-level swordsman, suppressed Fang Lang and beat him!

This is pure oppression on cultivation level!

Fang Lang swung the sword with both hands quickly, and there seemed to be an extremely fine sword net intertwined in front of him!

Ding ding ding!

Fang Lang used the double sword style, but was pushed back steadily by Jiang Linglong!

Outside the arena, everyone was dazzled. This was a simple confrontation between swordsmanship geniuses.

The two fought from one end to the other from the ring, and suddenly, they swung their swords like a dance.

One masters softness, the other masters rigidity!

Everywhere in the arena, there are two sword shadows.

The sword energy surged in every corner, and the crisp sound of the sword chant was like a song of high mountains and flowing water!

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The surrounding people were all in an uproar, and they were very happy!

There was no shocking killing intent, no grievances or hatred, everyone watched this battle, like Yu Xiaolou listening to the rain, and their hearts were peaceful because of it.

"This battle is as beautiful as a picture."

Among the crowd, Wen Ting, who was holding a sword, murmured. Suddenly, there seemed to be blue waves swaying in front of his eyes, and the picture of dancing sword with Yi Ren under the peach blossom tree once emerged.

Dean Cui stroked his beard, with a kind smile on his face, this girl, this kid...

There are also fluctuations in the cloudiness of his eyes, recalling the past.

The years have not been read, and it has been half my life to raise my head.

Among the top ten sect masters.

Holding the sword in his arms, Chao Xiaojian snorted, "It's all about the show."

Su Yunyu on the side smiled and added: "It's pleasing to the eye."

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"Fang Lang, if you use these means, you're going to lose."

Jiang Linglong said.

In her words, there is a bit of smile and joy!

Seeing the gaudy Fang Lang deflated, she felt a little joy in her heart!

"Then I'm serious!"

Fang Lang's two swords were like twin entangled snakes. In the cold night, he rolled up a sharp wind of swords, and retreated instantly, tearing apart the envelope of Jiang Linglong's Xia Yu sword!

Stepping down, the blood and blood on his body emerged, like a fire in the dark night.

Three-stage martial artist!

Fang Lang let out a sharp whistle, and his Tsing Yi drummed!

It sounded like a Thunder Snake roaring in a black cloud.

Fang Lang threw out the Liansheng Sword and the Black Obsidian Sword at the same time, and with tremendous force, he suddenly turned into two angry dragons and shot at Jiang Linglong!

Jiang Linglong stared and became serious, her face behind the veil was as peaceful as autumn water!

Ji Xue swung forward in her hand, her body turned around, and the white gauze skirt bloomed layer by layer like a gorgeous white rose in the dark night!

Autumn water is like blue waves.

The sword energy is like autumn rain!

The Liansheng sword and the obsidian sword that flew soaring were like stuck in a quagmire, hanging in the air!

Fang Lang, who was running, stepped down suddenly!

There is faint blood rolling in the eyes!

The bonded object, Wei Shengzhi's blood talent: violent!

Fang Lang's figure pulled across the afterimages on the ring, and he got close in an instant, his fists wrapped in the explosive blood, and smashed hard on the hilts of the Liansheng Sword and the Obsidian Sword that were frozen in the air!

A third-tier martial artist, under the violent blessing, seems to have exploded with the strength of a sixth-tier martial artist!

These two punches hit the head, and Jiang Linglong's autumn water was directly torn apart by the two swords!

A flash of panic flashed in Jiang Linglong's eyes!

What is this!

A bit like Wei Sheng's blood talent?

Sure enough... Fang Lang, this guy, just can't stop playing around!

Ding Ding!

Jiang Linglong's body turned around, Liansheng and Hei Yao swords shot out immediately, and pierced the ring, blasting two small holes in the ring, and the two swords were stuck in each hole, and the hilts of the swords kept shaking.

And Fang Lang was already close to Jiang Linglong, spinning her delicate body that had just landed.

Budo, Jeet Kune!

Even if it is a sword cultivator, if a powerful martial arts cultivator gets close to his body, his fate will be extremely miserable!

This is what Jiang Linglong is facing at the moment. Although Fang Lang is only a third-tier martial artist, Fang Lang's outburst of rage brought Jiang Linglong a sense of crisis!

Powerful sword energy erupted from his body, and Jiang Linglong pressed the sword and smashed it.

Fang Lang's Jeet fist was also somewhat difficult to suppress Jiang Linglong's sword!

This is the difference in rank!

However, Fang Lang grinned, it's not over yet!

A golden light flickered at the bottom of the pupil, Lingpu!

Instant spell, spirit cone!

Jiang Linglong only felt a stabbing pain and a trance from the spiritual thoughts, and the sword in his hand was half a beat too late!

Fang Lang smashed out the spirit cone infinitely.

This is a spiritual attack, a spiritual attack at close range, a white light flashed in Jiang Linglong's eyes, Fang Lang was shocked to find that the spiritual cones were useless!

"Fancy show!"

Jiang Linglong cursed.

A sword was thrown out again, but this sword was as cold as snow!

Everything that seems to be scraped is withered!

Four Seasons Sword of Winter Snow!

Fang Lang is also speechless, the explosion of the two blood talents can't take you down!

However, Fang Lang still has a hole card!

Raising his hands and pushing them horizontally, the overlap is like drawing a big circle, and there is a boundless arrogance bursting out of his body!

Raise your hand.

On the ring, a tornado rolled up from the ground, rolling up from the feet of Jiang Linglong and Fang Lang!

Jiang Linglong's eyes changed suddenly!

Are you a captivator? !

Sword, martial arts, art, Confucianism...

A little bit of everything? !

boom!

Dongxue's sword power was broken!

In the shock of everyone, and with Ximen Xianxian's bewildered face, Jiang Linglong was lifted up by Fang Lang's body, caught in the tornado, and skyrocketed.

Jiang Linglong became angry from embarrassment, the sword in her hand moved again, and the terrifying sword intent spread from her body!

She actually mastered the sword intent of the Four Seasons Sword Art!

It's so heavenly and enchanting to the extreme!

"Four seasons in one!"

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Linglong shouted in a panic!

However, as soon as the sword intent spread, Fang Lang's dantian whirled, and the seeds of the sword intent trembled, and Jiang Linglong's sword intent immediately retracted.

Fang Lang punched out a fist, suppressed Jiang Linglong's hand that smashed the sword, raised his other hand, and snapped his fingers in front of Jiang Linglong.

The sword wave erupted like a breeze!

Jiang Linglong's veil was instantly torn apart!

An extremely beautiful face was exposed in the night.

Above the head, the black cloud that was pressing down was finally unable to hold back.

A little bit of white snow is falling down in an eloquent way.

Above the arena, Fang Lang pressed down on Jiang Linglong with a Jeet fist, and fell whistling from the dissipating clouds.

White skirt, blue shirt, snow falling in the world.

The white python transformed into Haoran Qi flew across quickly, as if turning into a gust of breeze and spreading flat on Jiang Linglong's back.

Make the latter fall gently on the back.

Fang Lang's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked away from Jiang Linglong's embarrassing and beautiful face exposed in the air.

Raising his hand, he snapped his fingers between Jiang Linglong's snow-white brows.

Jiang Linglong raised her head sluggishly, her blue silk white dress spread all over the ground like flowers.

Fang Lang got up, dusted off his blue shirt, looked up at the flying snow in the sky, and smiled lightly.

"Old Jiang, I accept it."

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