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Old man, please post it!

Yes, post it! Everyone is waiting!

Please, post it!

Outside Suzaku's gate, a large number of examinees and their family members were anxiously waiting for the four officials of the Ministry of Rites to post the list of grades.

The old official who was urged in every possible way blew his beard and stared, wanting to shout What's the hurry!

However, he also understood the anxiety of these candidates, so he speeded up his movements silently, dipped a layer in the paste bucket with a brush, and began to post the list, still in order of grades from back to front.

Twenty-five hundred, Feizhou, Duan Zhiren!

As soon as the list was posted, there were members of the Jinshi regiment in the front row shouting out their rankings.

In the crowd, a student cried bitterly, hugged and wept with his classmates.

Two thousand four hundred and forty-nine, Yongzhou

Two thousand four hundred and forty-eight.

The dozen or so members of the Jinshi regiment in the front row have long been experienced in this, and they took turns singing the list of entries very regularly, with a distance from each other, without interfering with each other, and without stopping for a moment.

Outside the Suzaku Gate, in the Xingdaofang Restaurant, Pei Jing, Qiu Jinghuan and other nobles from Chang'an, listening to the singing of fame from the street below, were drinking.

Are you nervous?

Pei Jing leaned against the window and asked suddenly.

ah?

Qiu Jinghuan was taken aback, sat up straight subconsciously, and said hesitantly, It's not nervous. That's a lie.

For the eldest son of the noble family who is destined to inherit the title in the future, being admitted to the academy means that he can continue to maintain the lintel of a prince, and he will not be like some down-and-out nobles who sell their ancestral properties and rent and sell their ancestral houses to eke out a living.

For the second sons in the family, the significance of being admitted to the academy is even greater-they cannot inherit the title of their parents, so they can only find another way.

Su Zi once said that the way of heaven is ruthless, and all things are born.

Pei Jing pinched the crystal clear white jade wine glass, and said calmly: The ones who can participate in the preliminary examination of the academy are all elite students selected from thousands of miles in each state capital.

There are also the best peers from the Ministry of War, Hu Shang, Xijing, Southern Zhou countries, and even the barren tribes.

However, if the first test of 10,000 people exceeds 5,000,

The re-examination of 5,000 people passed 2,500,

The final test is 2500 and over 600 or 700.

Every step is to step forward on the body of others,

How cruel, how cruel, how ruthless.

Pei Jing's words silenced the box, and all the noble boys fell silent.

Our grandfathers and fathers ushered in the title of knighthood by stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Pei Jing said softly: We are the same.

Already, there is no way to go back.

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three hundred,

two hundred,

one hundred

As the list was posted on the bulletin board one by one, the candidates either cried bitterly or were ecstatic.

The crowd dispersed a bit, and Zhai Yiming lay on the bulletin board, frantically searching the list repeatedly, looking for his name, No, why not?

Yang Yu and Ji Linglang, who had already confirmed their pass, frowned slightly, not knowing how to comfort them.

Song Shaoyuan, who also didn't appear on the list, stood aside blankly with a blank face.

Fourth place, Xiangzhou, Yong Hongzhong!

The third place, Chang'an, Pei Jing!

Second place, Youzhou, He Fanshuang!

First place, Weizhou, Li Ang!

The eyes of the Jiangnan Taoist students instantly focused, Li Ang took a deep breath, took a step forward, Brother Song

Sunrise,

Song Shaoyuan forced a lonely smile, I'm fine.

Li Ang pursed his lips slightly. Those who were difficult in the re-examination papers would not, but those who would meet were not difficult. He wanted to comfort Song Shaoyuan, but he didn't know what to say.

It's okay, let's go.

Song Shaoyuan coughed lightly, with a sunny smile on his face again, and patted Li Ang on the shoulder, Risheng, you won the first place in the retest, which is a great thing, and you should not be drunk tonight.

.good.

Li Ang could only nod his head.

Other students from Weizhou helped Zhai Yiming, who was squatting on the ground in a daze. The latter stood there, staring blankly at the notice board without his name.

Zhai Yiming, with red eyes, sniffled, turned around and said with a strong smile, That's right, Risheng won the first place in the retest, which is the pride of our Weizhou.

Everyone, don't leave tonight, don't go home if you don't get drunk, I'll cover all the drinks! .

The students from Weizhou, Xiangzhou, and Xuanzhou shouted hello, and they refused the guidance of the staff of the Jinshi regiment, and walked to Yanshoufang Restaurant along the way they came.

Tread Tread.

Pei Jing and the others also came out of the upstairs, the two sides looked at each other, Pei Jing nodded towards Li Angyao.

The aristocratic teenagers are going to the red building in Changlefang as before, and the two sides are going in opposite directions.

The two teams passed by, and just as they were about to part,

Squeak——

The gate of Suzaku City was pushed open, and a man with a mustache in a long robe stood behind the gate holding two books in his right hand.

Mr. Yang Yu?

Xi Siye?

The noble boys were astonished.

Xi Yangyu stepped out of the Zhuque Gate, nodded towards Pei Jing, Qiu Jinghuan and the others, and said leisurely, Is Li Ang in Weizhou?

Um?

The students from the three states stopped together, Li Ang frowned slightly, and turned to look at Xi Yangyu.

Si Ye is the second only to Shanzhang and Jijiu in the academy, right?

Any Siye has the strength of the Zhuxiao Realm, or a martial arts master equivalent to the Candlexiao Realm.

The disciple is.

Li Ang stepped out of the crowd, and cupped his hands at Xi Yangyu.

Really like it.

The corner of Xi Yangyu's mouth under the mustache twitched without leaving a trace, overlapping Li Ang's figure with the person named Pu Liuxuan in his memory.

Although the two look alike,

But the same people from Weizhou, the same youthful vigor, the same self-confidence, as if the whole world is under their control.

Equally so. Disgusting.

Recommend your school tour,

Xi Yangyu resisted the strong tingling and itching from his left wrist, paused for a moment, his tone was still calm, It's Cheng Juxiu, right?

Cheng Juxiu, a generation of high hopes for the school tour,

Only a few people know that he is also Pu Liuxuan's disciple

Li Ang frowned slightly, Yes.

Xi Yangyu continued to ask: Has he used the Lingtai compass to divination for you?

Li Ang nodded, Yes.

Xi Yangyu asked again, The hexagram of you that he sent back to the academy contains the seven spirit veins containing Judgment Duijue?

This time, Li Ang didn't answer directly, but frowned and said, Excuse me, Si Ye, is there any problem?

question.

The corners of Xi Yangyu's mouth raised slightly imperceptibly, and he said slowly and calmly: Although Cheng Juxiu's attainments in engineering are good, he is not deep enough in divination.

He only foretold [Han Huan Juan Dui Jue], that you have seven spiritual veins,

But I don't know the deep meaning behind this hexagram.

Xi Yangyu leaned forward slightly, and said indifferently: Your hexagram is a skull breaking sword.