The first day of the literary selection exam is over.

The scholars walked out of the hall, stood on the mountain road halfway up the mountain, looking at the big pit in the scorched earth in the mountains, and pointing at them.

The assassination of someone on the eve was half-covered, but everyone just heard about it and didn’t have the opportunity to exchange discussions. But today is different. It’s such a big pit, and the trees around it are burnt. How can you hide it from it? In addition, everyone has just finished the exam and are getting together.

"The warriors are so brave and fierce, and they cause trouble everywhere. Look, are the enemies coming to the door?"

Xia Xun shook his lower shirt gently and said loudly: "Martial men can only be used by others, not controlled by others. Just like our scholars, they are the pillars of the world and the foundation of the country."

"It's reasonable!"

"This is very true!"

"Brother said it well, but why are you a little slutty here?"

Chen Xuanqiu stood aside, like other scholars, with a superior smile on his face that "everything is inferior, only reading is high", but his body looked a little weak and he coughed twice from time to time.

All 192 test papers were packed. Dr. Huang led two minor officials to carry a large box, and four officers came out of the hall with knives.

The procedures for the exam in this era are quite extensive. There is no such thing as a miscellaneous paper. One hundred and ninety-two test papers are piled up in a box. Who wrote them? You will know at the title of the title.

These test papers will be sent to Ji Hou’s Mansion overnight. When the martial arts election tomorrow, today’s test papers will be reviewed. If the content is too unbearable, there is no need to look at his next test scores, and he will directly "invite" out of Phoenix Mountain.

Hearing Chen Xuanqiu's cough, Dr. Huang stopped and said with concern: "The wind is cool in the mountains, go back and rest early to avoid being unwell and missing the exam for the next day."

"Thank you for your care."

Chen Xuanqiu smiled and thanked him. He was kind to him, and he threw him into a wooden peach and returned him to a Qiong Yao. This is called human nature.

Xia Xun saw it on the side and secretly became suspicious. The examiner seemed to have special care for Chen Xuanqiu. Could it be that Chen Xuanqiu used silver and bribed him? Humph! Don't ask me to find the handle. If I ask me to catch the handle and I am not selected, hehe

That night, Chen Xuanqiu hesitated in the room for a while.

Should we continue to act tonight?

However, two consecutive devastating heavy blows were encountered, and the remaining three disciples of the Ghost King Sect could not live foolishly in their original place. There was nothing else there except for a bunch of traps left for him. So it is likely that it would be futile to continue to take action tonight.

Well, then have a good night's sleep.

In fact, since I learned that Pu'er's miserable child was living in a new form of life in another space, and his situation was pretty good, Chen Xuanqiu's annoyance and guilt have faded a lot.

Now he has killed so many people from the Ghost King Sect. If he is to avenge Pu'er, it will be considered as achieving his goal. However, in his deep contact with the Ghost King Sect, Chen Xuanqiu increasingly discovered that this sect is simply a ghost realm.

He had seen the Yin God Bai Qiye. From this Yin God, he was inferred that the underworld was probably not as bloody and terrifying as the Ghost King Sect. How could there be such a sect in the world?

In Chen Xuanqiu's opinion, he must choose the one that has not yet transformed or actively harmed humans, otherwise it would be too cruel. If you use your own kind as material for your practice, peeling and cramping, sucking marrow and refining blood, is there still a bit of human nature?

Since he has already taken it, he wants to remove this cancer for the world, otherwise his thoughts will be really unreliable.

...

At night, Fengchangyuan is like a giant beast lying on the ground, sleeping quietly in the southeast corner of Qizhou City.

In the Zhongjing of Dayong, Fengchang Temple is a very large and solemn building, second only to the royal palace, and its location is just southeast outside the palace city, occupying nearly a yard of land, dozens of acres in size.

But here, Fengchangyuan is located in a corner of the city, not only far from Ji Hou’s official residence, but also far from the houses.

Behind are two walls, Fengchangyuan is built in an angle, and in front is a lake. There are still tourists during the day, and at night, it is deserted here and there are no ghosts.

The awkward position of Fengchangyuan and its surrounding environment are just like Fengchangyuan's status in various countries.

The seventy-two princes were all ministers of Emperor Da Yong, and their country belonged to the vassal states divided by Da Yong. However, even the princes who were most loyal to Da Yong were unwilling to have a force on their own territory that was completely out of control and supervised on themselves.

There are 365 Fengchangyuans in the world, all of which are directly under the Fengchang Temple of Dayong.

People in Fengchangyuan, Qizhou, have long been accustomed to the loneliness after nightfall, and the same is true tonight.

After nightfall, there were only lights left in Fengchangyuan in the southeast corner of Qizhou City.

But outside Fengchangyuan, above the deserted forest Quchi, there were ghostly figures approaching quietly.

Soon, Fengchangyuan was quietly surrounded without any notice.

It has been more than 400 years since the peacekeeping mission, but no one dared to attack Fengchangyuan? Therefore, although there are night patrol personnel in Fengchangyuan, they just deal with the matter hastily and will not really inspect it seriously.

In the darkness, Wang Qing, the leader of the Ghost King Sect, appeared on the city wall like a ghost, and his ghostly fire-like eyes overlooked the huge creature in the darkness.

He was wearing a bone robe made of 408 girls' eyebrows, and in his hand he held a staff made of the leg bones of nine girls born in the Yin year, Yin month, Yin day and Yin hour.

The guardian elders standing on both sides held a white bone ritual bowl in their hands. It was a tragedy bowl made of the skulls of a pair of twin brothers and sisters. The bowl was filled with red blood, and the smell of blood was quietly spreading in the night.

A figure floated over like a ghost, and there was another person behind him. The man was carrying a robe and staggering in the dark night.

When he arrived in front of Wang Qing, the ghost shadow clasped his fists and said, "Sect Master, Marquis Ji knew the Sect Master's plan and specially sent a 'Zhengren' to meet the Sect Master."

The 'Zhengren' came forward with a heavy breath and said, "Ji State has many Bu Zheng Xuan, and he has seen the King of Sect Master. The King of Sect Master asked the King of Sect Master to ease the anger of thunder. The King of Sect Master is not prepared enough now. If you can't bear it, you will be in trouble with the big plan and hope..."

Wang Qing said quietly: "The nine disciples of this sect died within three days. Seven elders from the inner sect went four in one day. Is this a trivial matter?"

Zheng Xuan was suffocated and said in a stern voice: "This... the little minister made a mistake in his speech. It was just what Mr. Ji planned..."

Wang Qing interrupted him and said, "You are the 'zhen person' in front of the throne of the Marquis of Ji, and you are the best at divination. Before this, have you ever made a fortune and bad fortune for yourself?"

Zheng Xuan's face changed, and Qiqi Ai Ai said: "What does the King's words mean?"

Wang Qing ignored him. The left guardian behind Wang Qing laughed strangely, poured the magic bowl in his hand at Zheng Xuan, and a small bowl of blood was poured out. It immediately looked like a water splashed from a big bucket of water, covering Zheng Xuan with a bang.

Zheng Xuan seemed to be immersed in a blood-red crystal. He struggled hard in a pool of blood, but in an instant he was melted by blood. Then the blood flowed back into the white bone slap. Zheng Xuan had been refined by blood, his soul and his body was destroyed, and his corpse was gone.

Wang Qing looked at Fengchangyuan in the distance and said in a deep voice: "Do it!"

He grabbed the bone robe, pulled it hard, and threw it forward. The bone robe floated up to the sky, instantly turning into 408 bone skeletons, mixed with endless ghost energy, resentment, and hostility, and translucent, hideous and twisted ghosts appeared in the air, mixed with it, and sobbing.
Chapter completed!