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Tianxiang Curie instantly became quiet, so quiet that even a needle fell to the ground could be clearly heard.

Of course, everyone naturally had no intention of throwing a needle and trying to hear the sound, because even if there was a sound, it would definitely be covered by the gasping sound of the messenger rushing into the door.

Countless eyes looked at the messenger with earnest eyes.

It is not the case that it is said to be a messenger. In fact, it is the errands hired by Jiang Manlou for money. He is specialized in the academy's announcement and comes to report on his admission scores at any time.

"What's going on?" Jiang Manlou broke the condensation, his eyes shining, and he looked at the messenger. He had never been lying on a small person for so long as he was now.

The messenger gasped for a long time, and finally swallowed his saliva and said, "Liumen... The results of Liuzimen have been announced."

"Tell me quickly..." Jiang Manlou was impatient.

The messenger took out a piece of rice paper from his arms: "There are eleven people on the Liumen armor. The Taoist master appointed the first disciple to... Xingyunzhou, Li Xingyun!"

Li Xingyun swore that when he heard his name, his mind was blank and confused.

Then, my eyes were blank and innocent, and I found myself exposed to countless gazes. The gaze was hot, admiration, and envy.

Li Xingyun had an embarrassing attack and didn't know what to do for a while.

"It seems that the sir has never taught himself what to do at this time?"

Li Xingyun was dazed, and many students downstairs sent sincere congratulations. That day, the beautiful woman in Xiangju Palace also looked at Li Xingyun from afar, thinking that she was such a not simple boy.

Luo Changfeng looked at Li Xingyun with a smile and nodded.

Jun Zeyu said without hesitation: "I deserve it!"

The three of the moon, the moon phase, and the two of the Double Ninth Festival looked at Li Xingyun with admiration and confidence.

Jiang Manlou was already extremely proud.

Putting on Li Xingyun's shoulder, he looked at Peng Jiu and others in a squinted manner, and raised his chin slightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "How is it, do you still need to compare?"

Peng Jiu looked a little ugly, as if he had eaten bitter melon. The weather was changing, but in full view of everyone, how could he take back what he said? Besides, this was just the first seat of the Liumen. There were eleven people on the armor, so he might not be sure of him.

You will lose this one.

"Why not? Will I, Peng Jiu, break my promise?"

At some moments, it is much better to accept reality without any resistance than to be beaten to death and refuse to admit it. At least, the former is still a real person.

Peng Jiu is such a person, although he looks hypocritical.

The messenger announced the list of students who had scored on the first grade.

"The ones on Liumenjia are Li Xingyun, Jun Zeyu, Lan Baicao, Su Xiaofan, Mu Qianye, Guanshan, Judgun Li, Qu Linlin, Yan Ningxue, Jiangmanlou, Yan Ling."

The silent pavilion was broken by cheers.

Those students whose names are called are extremely excited, while those who have not been called are even more excited because they know or are familiar with these people.

This is not because the emperor is not anxious about the eunuch. This is when the joy is the same, and when the sorrow is the same.

There are eleven people in the Liuzi Sect, most of whom are on the four-story pavilion where Luo Changfeng lives.

Except for Li Xingyun, Jun Zeyu, Yan Ningxue, Jiang Manlou, Yan Ling, and Yan Ling, the ten-son comrades behind Peng Jiu occupied three places, Guanshan, Mu Qianye, and Lan Baicao.

Another group of ten-school comrades have two people on the list.

The only last name left is a bit strange to many students.

"Who is Su Xiaofan?"

"Have you never heard of it?"

"Do you know Su Xiaofan?"

"I don't know..."

"Then why are you making trouble with me?"

A series of doubtful voices sounded, and everyone's eyes suddenly looked around in the pavilion, trying to find Su Xiaofan from those helpless faces.

"Have you heard of it?" Luo Changfeng asked with his arm touched Jiang Manlou.

"Su Xiaofan? I really haven't heard of it. Could it be that the academy made a mistake, right?" Jiang Manlou shook his head, and then he said with a brainstorm, "Can it be Li Xiaofan, Wang Xiaofan, Zhang Xiaofan and others?

Did you get the wrong person?"

"Do you think the academy will make such a mistake?" Luo Changfeng asked with an eyebrow raised.

"It's really hard to say! Those old Taoists have a pair of eyes that know the white silver. I have spent so much money and don't get a first seat for me to play with..."

When Luo Changfeng heard that this guy was off topic again, he couldn't help but turn his head and ignore him.

...

"Jiang Manlou, why does this guy who is ignorant and knows nothing get the grades on the A?" Beside Peng Jiu, Mu Qianye, who was also on the A-list, had a cold look in his eyes, staring at him.

The eldest son of Jiang Manlou said coldly.

"There is no reason. Who makes him have a family background than us, and who makes him the Jiang family's family's family background in this life will never be defeated!" Peng Jiu said.

Jiang Manlou's grades were actually as expected by him. A guy who even had to take three thousand big red robes to show off his school entrance examination. If he didn't spend some money to open up his path to study, it would seem abnormal.

It's right.

Although the academy is sacred, it is not a real saint.

The sixth Taoist master will not be able to keep his body clean and his money in front of him, but he will be indifferent. There may be people who are pure and have few desires. Even the dean of the academy will give Yan Bailou a little thin face and special recruitment of Yan Ningxue and

On the premise that the maid entered school, when talking about the word "clean heart and few desires", I'm afraid that only Bodhi Patriarch can be quiet and inactive... This person may be because he is old, he can't get older, and he needs no more money.

Nowhere to be placed.

What Peng Jiu really cared about was the man named Su Xiaofan. A name that was not on the gambling table in Jiangmanlou could silently be ranked among the top candidates in the Six-character Sect for the Academy's admission assessment. He must not be an ordinary person.

Peng Jiu held the railing with both hands and shouted downstairs: "Who is Su Xiaofan? Stand up for me!"

The countless students below are still looking at me, and I look at you, with innocent eyes and curious.

Everyone thought to themselves, is there really no such person? Or is it because they left that guy behind and were not in Tianxiang Curie?

Otherwise, why wouldn't he show up? At this moment, he has a great opportunity to gather thousands of eyes and let everyone know each other, so why would he not be able to know each other?

The beautiful woman in the palace seemed to have noticed something, and she exclaimed lightly, her eyes leaped over the crowd, and looked towards the forty-five degrees in front of the left.

There is a floor of pavilion leading to the corner of the kitchen in the backyard, and there is a figure coming out.

It was a boy with a cloth tied in front of him, with white dust stained on it, which looked like flour. The boy looked very attractive, with a smile on his face. He was carrying a baby.

A stick with long sleeves rolled up, and a hand covered with sticky gluten on his hands, squeezed out from behind the crowd.

He smiled and looked at everyone around him: "I am Su Xiaofan, who is looking for me?"