Some candidates were so happy when they saw their names on the list that they couldn't help but chat with their future classmates.

"This year, our candidates did well, and four of them achieved first-class grades in three subjects."

"That's right, everyone did very well in the exams. Mr. Xie's three top grades in three subjects and two top grades in two subjects must be the best scores in the academy examinations in the past ten years, right?"

That's right, our Mr. Xie Chengyun and Mr. Xie only answered the first question in the mathematics subject. They didn't finish half of the second question and were full of loopholes, so they only got a B.

But Xie Chengyun, the third young master, doesn’t think so.

As a scout in the Southern Jin Dynasty, he was very smart since he was a child. He could write at the age of three and write poems by the age of five. He actually had a B in one subject, which was simply a big failure in his life.

"Yes, math is so difficult. It's understandable that Mr. Xie couldn't write the second question."

"Who said this is the best result in ten years? Five years ago, a famous Xiling student got the top grade in six subjects, and all the teachers in the academy came out to watch, because it was the best result in a century!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence below the screen wall. Xie Chengyun and the other three frowned and looked at the source of the sound. How could they actually get top grades in six subjects in the admission examination? This statement is really shocking.

The best result in a century, that unknown Xiling candidate is enough to beat the so-called geniuses in the world to death!

"What? Who is this person's name? Is there such an almighty person in the world?"

Xie Chengyun's face was filled with pride hidden under his gentle face. He only heard about it occasionally five years ago, but he didn't take it seriously at that time. He even thought someone was deliberately bragging.

The people of the Tang Dynasty were proud, and their pride came from the Tang Academy and the Academy Confucius!

As a Southern Jin person, Xie Chengyun is also proud, because Southern Jin people are proud. The Southern Jin Dynasty has a sword pavilion! The sword pavilion has Liu Bai, the swordsman!

Liu Bai is known as the Sword Saint, and his cultivation is extremely high. Of course, the people of the Southern Jin Dynasty are proud of him.

"After the Xiling candidate completed the admission test, he did not take any other assessments at all. He was directly summoned to the second floor by the dean. He should have been studying on the second floor for the past five years. Worldly mortals like you and me

, where can I hear about it?"

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Not long after.

"Xie Chengyun, Wang Ying, Chen Simiao, He Yingqin... reported to the surgical department."

"As for Ning Que, you come with me."

Jiuge's voice sounded again, this time, instead of sound transmission, it sounded directly from the high platform.

None of the candidates on the stone platform showed any surprise. In fact, they did not go home even though the dusk was already darkening. The main reason was that they wanted to hear whether their names would be called by the surgery department.

In addition to the six subjects, the academy has set up a special art department in order to cultivate students with spiritual potential. In future studies, those students will be exposed to the art of swords and talismans, so it is called the art department. Several students who were named previously

It was those whom the instructors believed had potential who underwent a telekinesis test.

The people whose names were called looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome man wearing blue brocade clothes standing on a high platform nearby, watching them indifferently.

When the candidates saw this person, they also saluted respectfully.

Some people with information have already learned Jiuge's identity from his age and the iron rod.

Another ruthless person in the Tang Dynasty after Ke Haoran.

Although this man is about the same age as them, he is dressed in the clothes of an academy teacher, which shows that his status is not low.

However, this instructor was looking for Ning Que, and the other students whose names were called had to go to the art classroom on their own.

"Sang Sang, you go back first. The young master will go back as soon as he goes."

"Master, please don't be betrayed."

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On the academy trail.

Ning Que followed Jiu Ge with a respectful look, like a young master from an aristocratic family strolling on the road with a young boy.

Ning Que is a smart man. He knows his identity well. He knows that with his physical condition, it is impossible to practice unless he has a great opportunity.

But he was unwilling to give up. He felt that his opportunity was right in front of him. If he could seize it, it would definitely benefit him a lot.

Because he still has a great revenge yet to be avenged.

"Sir, where are we going?" After walking for a long time, Jiuge hadn't stopped yet, and Ning Que couldn't help but ask.

When Jiuge heard the words, he immediately looked at Ning Que: "Ning Que, what do you think practice is? In other words, why do you want to practice?"

Ning Que couldn't help but be stunned by this question. Yes, what is the purpose of his practice?

Revenge?

Ning Que often sees a sea in his dreams, which is a sea of ​​mind power that transcends any practitioner in the world. Ning Que has always had dreams of practicing.

But many people who have seen Ning Que's body say that Ning Que is not good enough. Ning Que refuses to accept it and has been looking for someone who can help him practice.

Because he met Li Yu and through Lu Qingchen's introduction, he learned some basic knowledge about spiritual practice.

If you can practice cultivation, the first thing you should do is revenge.

But what about after revenge?

Seeing Ning Que's expression, Jiuge also knew what Ning Que was thinking.

"Your practice is just for a small goal, but what happens after this goal is completed?" Jiu Ge said earnestly.

Ning Que shook his head: "No matter what, I will practice."

"You also know that the sea of ​​Qi and the snowy mountains are blocked, how to practice?" Jiuge replied with a smile, as if waiting for an answer.

"Isn't this the reason why you called me here, sir?" Ning Que also said with his hands raised.

Walking to a pavilion, Jiu Ge also signaled Ning Que to sit down. Ning Que didn't dare to neglect and sat down quickly.

"First of all, let me explain to you. The so-called practitioners are those who can sense the vitality of heaven and earth and contain it in the sea of ​​human energy and snowy mountains. You need to know this."

Ning Que also nodded to express his understanding. He had already heard about this from Lu Qingchen on the way to Chang'an.

"There are four types of practitioners: sword masters, mind masters, martial arts masters, and talisman masters. At the same level, the talisman masters are the strongest and the sword masters are the weakest."

"Of course, nothing is absolute. Look at Liu Bai of the Southern Jin Dynasty, he can still kill people with a wooden sword."

Ning Que also knows that the so-called Nian versus Sword is just the world's opinion. If he is strong enough, Dongxuan's sword master can also kill Dongxuan's Nian master.

"However, the so-called four types of practitioners are just the most mainstream methods of practice in Haotian. In addition to these four, there are also martial arts and demon sect practitioners, magical practitioners, and Buddhist sect practitioners."

"Martial arts masters are too rare. The more representative one is our General Xiahou of the Tang Dynasty..."

Upon hearing the name "Xiahou", Ning Que clenched his fists unconsciously.

Jiuge did not tell Ning Que that Xiahou was once a disciple of the Demon Sect. After all, according to Ning Que's temperament, if he knew this, Chang'an would probably not be upset by this loser.

After all, for Jiuge, Xiahou can only say that he has to make a choice in order to survive.

It can be said that Xia Hou's life is synonymous with tragedy.

He killed Lin Guangyuan's family so that the others could live a stable life for more than ten years. From his point of view, he killed people to save more people.

From a personal point of view, his identity as a former disciple of the Demon Sect forced him to be controlled by others. He could not care about other people's opinions but could not let his sister get hurt. For the sake of the person he loved most, he had to participate in this case. In a murder case

Here, Wei Guangming is the mastermind, Li Peiyan is the assistant, and Xia Hou is the executor.

Logically speaking, the executor is the most passive one, and he is also the most humble one among the three. Among the three, he is the only one who is still struggling to protect the secret.

As far as the country is concerned, he is a loyal and brave general. He has guarded the border for decades. He is a good general in the eyes of the people and is respected by thousands of people. Even the king of Tang Dynasty had some comments when he first received the memorial that he was going to die.

The heart of retention.

Xia Hou has done many unscrupulous things in his life to help his sister. To his sister Xia, he is the best brother in the world. He can give everything for his sister. In his eyes, her sister is beyond the sky and she has come all the way back.

When he went to the capital to resign, he never forgot to use his true energy to protect a branch of his sister's favorite flowers as a gift. Xia Tian was the only person he valued, but he was not the only one in Xia Tian. Xia Tian hoped that he would stop, but he was unwilling to give up protecting Xia Tian.

Ability, he is the one who gives more in this family relationship.

He could not choose to become a member of the Demon Sect, but he had to choose to kill Lin Guangyuan's family. In this story of the strong being king, his fault was not in his choice, but in his different stance.

So it was not Xia Hou who caused all this, but Wei Guangming. Xia Hou just became Wei Guangming's puppet. He never lived for himself in his life. It is really sad!

Generally speaking, he is not a good person, but he is not a bad person either. He is just trying to survive like Ning Que.

"Practitioners of the Demon Sect, well, I heard that you have already seen them when you came to Chang'an, so I won't elaborate more. Most of the practitioners of the magic sect are in Xiling. If you go to Xiling, you can take a look; Buddha Sect

, that was the monk who fought that day, but he didn’t cultivate enough..."

"Divinity, Buddhism, etc., these people can actually be called mind masters, but the classification is more detailed."

After hearing so much, Ning Que couldn't help but interrupt: "Sir, after talking so much, you still didn't tell me how to practice."

"After talking so much, you, a loser, still don't understand?"

"Uh~" Ning Que was a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "Can you please enlighten me, I really don't understand."

"Isn't it strange that you don't understand, because you are a loser." Jiuge said without mercy.

Ning Que's face was a little worried.

"Actually, the fact that the Qi Sea and Snow Mountains are blocked does not mean that you cannot practice cultivation." Jiuge paused, and then continued, "If you compare a person to a musical instrument, then the Qi Sea and Snow Mountains are its pores, and cultivation means blowing out the air through the pores.

Music that can be understood by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. You should understand this principle, right?"

Ning nodded and said: "Understood."
To be continued...