"Jiang Xiaoshu, out."

The examiner's loud voice spread to every corner of the school grounds.

"Oh, damn, it really hurts..." Jiang Xiaoshu felt that his whole body was sore and numb. He got up in a daze and rubbed his head vigorously. Only then did he remember what happened - here is Qin

At the school grounds on the outskirts of the city, the martial arts provincial examination was being held, and he had just been kicked off a stage several feet high. He fell to pieces. If he hadn't turned over in time at the last moment before landing, I'm afraid that even the handsome man would have been killed.

The appearance cannot be saved. In that case, wouldn’t the beauties watching be greatly disappointed?

While he was thinking wildly, the whispers of the people watching reached Jiang Xiaoshu’s ears:

"Is this the disciple of the best sword sect in the world?"

"Why is it such a pustule? It looks useless, it looks like an embroidered pillow."

"Why isn't it an embroidered pillow? Look at this pretty boy with a oily face and pink hair."

"I think it was Cheng Yaojin's three-blade axe. The Guizhou donkey was so incompetent that he was defeated in despair."

"You are so capable, so don't embarrass yourself and go home as soon as possible!"

Did I finally lose? Jiang Xiaoshu listened to the cynicism of the onlookers, and was secretly happy - the sixteenth place, so so-so, can be regarded as a successful candidate, and it avoids all the troubles, which is quite in line with his expectations...

"Xiao, Mr. Xiao Jiang." A trembling voice came from the arena above.

Jiang Xiaoshu looked up and saw, isn't this the guy who kicked him off? He said angrily: "What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?" The people in the ring seemed a little worried:

"You fell from such a high place and weren't injured?"

"Me? I'm fine." Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoshu stood up and checked his physical condition. Fortunately, although he fell awkwardly just now, it was nothing serious.

But then he realized a problem:

"What did you just call me? Do you recognize me?"

The strong man in the ring did not feel the joy after winning. Instead, he nodded solemnly:

"Young man Yang Wenhong, I grew up in Qincheng and I have had the honor to meet you several times..."

It's really not fun for you to be so ruthless when you recognize me... Jiang Xiaoshu patted the footprints on his butt and tugged at the corner of his mouth helplessly.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoshu not answering, Yang Wenhong became even more nervous:

"Master Xiao Jiang, I don't understand, how could it happen just now?"

Besides, before the two of them fought each other, they each reported their apprenticeships. The "Tian Jue Sect" mentioned by Jiang Xiaoshu caused quite a commotion. Which of the disciples of the No. 1 Sword Sect in the world is not amazingly talented and outstanding? They are scattered among them.

Spectators from dozens of arenas around him came closer.

When the competition began, Jiang Xiaoshu lived up to expectations, with swords flashing and brilliant moves coming out frequently, forcing Yang Wenhong to retreat in succession, and he could only hold on by strictly guarding the door. Coupled with his elegant light body kung fu, he was like a butterfly walking through flowers.

Normally, he would jump around his opponent with ease and ease. He immediately won a round of applause. However, during the fight, Jiang Xiaoshu suddenly made a defeating move. After being blocked by Yang Wenhong, he was even more stunned as if he was stupid.

Then he was kicked down by the opponent...

"What the hell?" Jiang Xiaoshu rolled his eyes:

"It's okay to lose. Although I don't have a very good reputation, I can still afford to lose."

Yang Wenhong scratched his head in embarrassment:

"But I'm obviously about to lose...How about we compete again?"

"Good boy, do you want to default on your debt?" Jiang Xiaoshu immediately said anxiously after hearing this:

"Go, go, go...if you win, you win. Is there any reason to compete again?"

After that, he seemed to be afraid that Yang Wenhong would regret it, so he left the other party behind and walked away.

After taking two steps, Jiang Xiaoshu suddenly remembered something, looked at the people watching, and said with a smile:

"By the way, which girl just praised me for being so chic? Would you like to come out and meet me? I'll take you to a restaurant..."

He was answered with boos and eye rolls from the crowd:

"This kid has lost his pants, and he still wants to pick up girls?"

"You are so thick-skinned."

"That's right..."

"Exactly, let's not talk about knocking him down." Jiang Xiaoshu squeezed out of the crowd, held the back of his head with his hands, and slowly walked out of the school grounds:

"Huh... Fortunately, the martial arts competition is finally over. Now no one can take care of me anymore."

…………

An hour later, Qincheng government office.

"The new imperial examination candidates are in place and stand in order." The Qincheng prefect actually presided over the closing ceremony of the martial arts examination in person, which is rare in any place. The new imperial examination people watched the prefect running forward and backward.

He was walking on thin ice, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart - who is that mysterious man sitting in the main seat, with his whole body wrapped up tightly? How can he make the high-ranking prefect be so cautious?

Jiang Xiaoshu was leaning against the door with his sword in his arms at the moment - the 16th place in the martial arts examination in the provincial examination would be great if he could get in, but he seemed to be very impatient and yawned listlessly.

Hearing people in the new imperial examination whispering about the mysterious man sitting in the main seat, Jiang Xiaoshu raised his eyelids and took a look, then straightened up in shock. After a while, he spat hard and cursed in a low voice:

"Good boy, are you seeing my joke? Just wait for me..."

The mysterious man in the main seat seemed to feel something. He raised his head and happened to meet Jiang Xiaoshu's angry eyes. He shrugged his shoulders and seemed to smile, and then stopped moving again.

"Those whose names are read come forward and answer." The prefect of Qincheng announced loudly:

"Jiaxin passed the martial arts exam in the third year of his career, Yang Wenhong."

Yang Wenhong stepped forward and said with some excitement:

"Thank you for the great favor of the emperor. The adults appreciate it. I am lucky enough to win. I am very ashamed..."

"Well, from now on, you will be the military examiner of our Great Qin." The prefect of Qincheng handed over his official certificate and then asked:

"Jinke Xie Yuan is qualified to enter Qin Lin. Yang Wenhong, do you want to join Qin Lin, or join the army, or go home and continue to study martial arts in preparation for next year's competition?"

In fact, this question is just a regular question, and the answer has already been determined - given the opportunity to join Qin Lin, who else would make other choices?

"Qin, Qinlin!" Yang Wenhong never dreamed that he would have the opportunity to enter Qinlin one day. The four gates of Qinlin are the holy land that all warriors in the world dream of! He said hurriedly:

"Sir, I want to join Qin Lin."

So the prefect of Qincheng handed over a token:

"This is your Qin Lin Order. Officials holding this order below the seventh rank can be killed first and then reported. Remember not to lose it. The order contains your first task. After the task is completed, go to the palace to resume your life."

Yang Wenhong took the official photo and Qin Linling and stepped away happily. Looking at his appearance, he almost shed tears.

"Tch..." Looking at this scene, Jiang Xiaoshu rolled his eyes disdainfully.

"The second place, Chang Xianwan. The third place..." The Qincheng magistrate quickly called the remaining people forward and asked them one by one, but except for the second place who also received a piece of Qin Linling, the rest of the people did not

So lucky, there are only two choices left - go home to practice or join the army. After all, Qin Lin's quota is extremely precious.

"...Sixteenth place, Jiang Xiaoshu." Finally it was Jiang Xiaoshu's turn. Before the Qincheng magistrate could speak, he stretched out his hand:

"I don't want to go to the military camp to be a top soldier. I want to go home and practice. Please give me your official certificate."

Seeing the livid face of the Qincheng magistrate, Jiang Xiaoshu added with a smile:

"Excuse me, Lord Magistrate."

After receiving the official photo, Jiang Xiaoshu turned around and was about to leave, but the prefect of Qincheng stopped him:

"Jiang Xiaoshu, aren't you going to join the army?"

Damn it, I've already said it, why are you asking again? Jiang Xiaoshu cursed in his heart, but still nodded.

The prefect of Qincheng nodded knowingly and then said:

"You are also qualified to enter Qinlin."

"What?" Jiang Xiaoshu thought he had heard wrong - even the 16th placer in the provincial examination could join Qin Lin? Isn't it completely confusing? Only after seeing the serious look on the Qincheng prefect's face did he realize that the other party was not joking.

But the next moment, he dropped a sentence in disgust:

"If you don't go, you'll be in trouble."

Then he left the stunned Qincheng magistrate behind and walked away.

"Wait a minute," a young voice came from behind. Jiang Xiaoshu froze in place. Hearing the sound of wind behind his ears, he turned around and stretched out his hand to catch the hidden weapon easily. "It's a small trick..." But when he

As soon as I saw the appearance of that "hidden weapon", I was immediately dumbfounded.

In his hand is a small token with the words "Heaven's Jue Order" written on it.

Jiang Xiaoshu raised his head in surprise, and it was the unidentified mysterious person at the main seat who spoke:

"Jiang Xiaoshu, the new imperial examiner, you are from the Qin Lin Tian Jue Sect. This is the Tian Jue Order of the four sects granted by the imperial court as an exception. Officials below the fifth rank can be killed first and then reported. You will go immediately to perform the tasks in the order. Come later.

The palace is restored."

"I..." Jiang Xiaoshu was furious and was about to argue when the mysterious man's voice came:

"Thank you."

Jiang Xiaoshu's words stuck in his mouth. He was stunned for a long time, then bowed with great reluctance and said:

"Chen Jiang smiled and expressed gratitude."

But even with his head lowered, everyone could hear Jiang Xiaoshu's gnashing of teeth.

…………

Two hours later, by a small road in the southern suburbs of Beijing.

"Bye bye," Jiang Xiaoshu waved his hand towards the blurred Qincheng wall in the distance:

"You tried your best to trick me into Qinlin, so what can you do? I don't care about that much... I will go to Jiangnan soon, be free, become famous all over the world, and be a powerful person

Hero. Of course, it would be better if a beautiful woman throws herself into my arms, hehehe..."

"Jiang Xiaoshu, where do you want to go?" A calm voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Jiang Xiaoshu reached out to draw his sword without even thinking about it.
Chapter completed!