The sound of the knife, like the roar of a dragon or the roar of a tiger, penetrated his ears.

Wen Donglai didn't take it seriously at first. Who would have thought that the horizontal knife had penetrated Jun Qing's body.

Jun Qing's clown mask actually showed a line of fine lines and made a cracking sound.

He could even see a hint of beauty in the fine lines.

But just a touch is enough to make the moonlight lose its luster.

Unfortunately, the clown mask quickly returned to its original shape.

Jun Qing murmured to himself: "No scholar in the world can hurt me, but a scholar can cut the air and cut the air. It is really powerful."

Although this knife did not damage Jun Qing's fundamentals, it completely changed Wen Donglai's mind.

Confucian bull 13.

These thighs are thick and delicious.

He immediately knelt on the ground and bowed to the ground three times. Jun Qing was so shocked that he hid his face and did not dare to look at his ugly appearance.

It's so embarrassing.

"Disciple Wen Dong came to see the master."

Gongyang Blade is fully relying on the five senses to capture the subtle changes of Qi,

He wasn't sure whether the knife he just struck had killed the different energy, but he didn't want Wen Dong to fall to his knees.

After receiving his three bows, the widowed old man burst into tears.

"Good disciple..."

"Good disciple..."

"Good disciple..."

I talked about three good disciples in a row, and I was going crazy inside.

I traveled all over the world and finally received a disciple.

"There is hope for Confucianism."

Gongyang Blade gave the final concluding remarks.

He hunched over, hugged Wen Donglai affectionately, and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He had thousands of things to say in his heart.

The Gongyang Sect has been unable to recruit new disciples for many years.

All the Confucian scholars in the world regard Confucianism as a heretic, and some even regard him as a wild monkey. It can be said that Heaven does not love him and Earth does not love him.

He was already over a hundred years old. Seeing that Gongyangmen was about to perish in his own hands, he felt ashamed of his ancestors.

I originally took the opportunity of "Qing Jun Side" to travel.

I just want to die in the mountains and rivers of Tianru Continent, return to heaven and earth with honor, and meet my ancestors at Jiuquan.

But he didn't expect to find a disciple with a pure nature and strong body in this small Buru town.

"Finally, the theory of Confucianism was not destroyed by my hands. I finally have the face to face the ancestors who are under the Nine Springs."

Gong Yangru was secretly sad.

He made up his mind in his heart that even if he had to risk everything, he would still train Wen Donglai.

Wen Donglai felt embarrassed about his kindness.

He just wanted to hug his thigh.

But the old man seemed to regard him as a relative.

A centenarian has such an innocent heart, which makes him very ashamed.

The two communicated for a moment, and Gongyang Ren was suddenly startled: "You want to pass the imperial examination?"

He didn't understand that the precious apprentice he had managed to recruit was actually upset because of the government examination.

I walked here in confusion and confusion. Of course, the second half of the sentence was completely made up by Wen Donglai.

"Yes, I want to take the government examination. Although I am neither a Confucian scholar nor a government official, the Confucian laws of the government examination do not stipulate that I cannot participate. I must take part."

Wen Donglai gritted his teeth and looked at the sky, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"Why?"

Gongyang Ren was hunched over and pacing back and forth. He was very confused.

"I want to enter a big city."

Wen Donglai had this thought in his mind, shook his head again, and spit to moisten his throat.

He lowered his voice and said: "For a promise, I promised my mother that she would pass the national examination. I want her to be proud of me."

Gongyang Yan's mind quickly imagined a mother who was going through a lot of hardships and fully expected her son to become a dragon.

It is a pity that her son was born without Confucianism, he was at the bottom of the human race, and was disliked by the world.

"Your words suit my heart."

He sighed long and short, moved by Wen Donglai's spirit, but then said: "But God can't help."

"Why?"

Wen Donglai is very embarrassed, does he know that he knows nothing about Confucianism?

"Today is not yesterday."

Gong Yangbian pulled out the horizontal sword, and the bright horizontal sword illuminated the appearance of him and Wen Donglai, and it suddenly seemed a little unreal.

"The government examination has changed. From tomorrow on, people without Confucianism will no longer be admitted in the government examination."

Jun Qingliu swung her waist, walked around behind Wen Donglai and told him this, to avoid Gongyang Blade from smelling her anger again.

"Why?"

"Whenever the Qing emperor comes to the side, the imperial examination will stop recruiting people without Confucianism."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Wen Donglai was shocked.

"I just want to see whether you choose the answer or chance. Maybe I just want to make a gamble with my heart."

Jun Qing blew into his ear, making Wen Donglai's body feel cold and hot at the same time.

Wen Donglai was so angry that he was gambling with my future.

I finally understood why Mo Longsheng didn't stop him from taking the government examination.

Because it was impossible for him to participate, why would Mo Longsheng waste his time arguing with an unruly person?

Even if he is his disciple.

If there is no use value, it is better to forget each other in the world.

The warmth and coldness of human relationships are like knives and shuttles.

"That's fine."

Gongyang Ren suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his expression extremely bold.

Paired with the bright red armor that still has a strong ancient charm, he looks like a swordsman who has traveled through the past and present.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your disciple."

Wen Donglai was indeed a little worried about him. After all, he was old and must have suffered from major pains and minor ailments. Anything could happen.

Pointing the Gongyang blade horizontally at Wen Donglai, he laughed loudly: "Strive for a chance."

He broke off the sentence and said with a smile: "The entrance ceremony."

"Donglai, your teacher is going to give you an entrance gift. It seems that the letter is true. You may be able to pass the national examination if you choose the distant place instead of the near."

Jun Qing cupped his hands and smiled softly, but Wen Donglai looked confused.

What happened.

Gongyang Ren's words were small and meaningful, but the sentences were too short.

Each sentence has at most five characters. How could Wen Donglai have the knowledge to think carefully about it?

The second day.

Wen Donglai got up early to wash up, his eyes were gleaming, but in fact he didn't sleep at all, and he hadn't closed his eyes for a moment in the past few days, and couldn't fall asleep.

His body was constantly running like a perpetual motion machine, but he knew that this running had to come at a price.

Because this is completely inconsistent with the survival laws of the human body, and the price is the only remaining strange power in the body.

The consumption of strange power also offsets the consumption of flesh and blood vitality.

But once the strange power is exhausted, what awaits him may be the consumption of his own flesh and blood vitality.

This creates a survival paradox.

He has always been cautious and repellent towards mysterious and unknown strange powers, but he needs to collect strange powers to keep his flesh and blood strong and vital.

However, collecting strange powers requires taking risks and personally getting involved in all kinds of mysterious and inexplicable dangers. Of course, the biggest danger at the moment is Confucian weirdness.

"Sister, how many strange powers are there in the world of Confucianism?"

Wen Donglai asked quietly in his heart while boiling water and washing his face.

"The remaining monster power is 928 stones, and one stone is consumed every day. In other words, unless there are special circumstances, you can stay awake for 920 days and nights."
Chapter completed!