Martial Cultivator

"Then the saint is still a little girl? I guess her level of cultivation is not high, right?"

Chen Chao was riding a horse and chatting with Song Lian.

Song Lian nodded and said, "She is only twelve years old. She is really a little girl. This time she will participate in the Wanliu Club and she will only take the literary test."

At this point, Song Lian narrowed his eyes, "I heard that the Xie family's girl only took part in the literary test?"

Chen Chao nodded and said, "She has only started to practice not long ago, and her level is too low. She can only take the literary test. But it seems that this little girl is not a good person, right?"

Song Lian said solemnly, "Wantian Palace is one of the Taoist leaders of one of the two Taoist sects. Although the right to speak in the Taoist sect is far less than it used to be, but the background is not comparable to that of other sects? This little girl is also a saint. Of course it’s extraordinary, so please pay more attention to it.”

Chen Chao hummed, but didn't say much. Soon, they arrived at the city gate, where officials from the Ministry of Rites had been waiting for a long time. .🅆.

Seeing Zuo Wei's late arrival, the official with the goatee from the Ministry of Rites looked a little unhappy, but after seeing Song Lian sitting upright on the horse, he didn't say anything. The Zuo Wei official was completely displeased. He was restrained by the officials and only obeyed the orders of the Guarding Envoy. Even if he wanted to make a trick, His Majesty the Emperor was willing to deal with it. The only place he ended up could only be the Guarding Envoy's Mansion.

Thinking of this, the official of the Ministry of Rites gave up the idea and just looked outside the city gate, quietly waiting for the guests they were about to welcome.

Chen Chao was also looking outside the city gate and looking around. Before they came, Zuowei's officers had inspected the place several times. Those idlers had already been expelled. There were Zuowei in every important place here. Although no one would believe that there would be any accidents in Shendu, they all knew the importance of sailing the ten-thousand-year ship with caution.

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There are many trees on both sides of the official road outside the capital city. It is summer now, and there are many cicadas on the trees.

For some people, the chirping of cicadas is a symbol of summer and they like it very much, but there are also many people who find it annoying. They may not hate cicadas, but hate summer. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

The sound of cicadas kept ringing, and the sound of horse hooves sounded from far to near.

When the carriage got closer, I took a quick look and realized that the carriage was plain and simple, with nothing special about it. The horses seemed to be ordinary and not some magical horses.

The colors are quite mixed.

The coachman driving the car was wearing a gray preaching robe, which seemed to have a fairy-like air.

The curtain of the carriage was suddenly opened, and a small snow-white hand was exposed. The small hand was very white.

The skin is like cream. Just by looking at this hand, you can tell that its owner must be one of the most beautiful women in the world. As expected, when the curtain is lifted, the face revealed is extremely beautiful, even though he is still young. , there is still a lot of youthfulness on her face, but everyone can see that in a while, this girl will definitely become very beautiful, and she will become one of the few beauties in the world.

The girl looked at the scenery outside the window and listened to the sound of cicadas, then she smiled. But her smile revealed the two big dimples on her face, which made her even more cute.

"The scenery in this divine capital is good, but it's still much worse than in the mountains."

The girl who spoke was none other than Zhu Xia, the saint of the Wantian Palace generation. According to the rules of the Wantian Palace, every twenty years, a person with excellent talent and temperament must be selected from the youngest generation under the sect. If the disciple is a man, he is called a saint; if he is a woman, he is called a saint.

The Holy Lady and the Son may not necessarily inherit the position of the next generation of the Palace Master of Wantian Palace, but they can be regarded as the face of the Wantian Palace generation. In matters involving young monks, the Saint and the Holy Son will fight for the final victory on behalf of the Wantian Palace. victory.

It's just that when the saint of Wantian Palace's generation was designated as Zhu Xia, not only the people inside Wantian Palace, but also the monks outside the palace who knew about it were very surprised, not because Zhu Xia was not qualified, but because Zhu Xia was really old. It is too small and the realm is too low.

Such a saint may have a bright future in the future, but is she now walking the world on behalf of the Wantian Palace?

It's just that the palace master of Wantian Palace and the elders don't have any idea about this. They don't care about the thoughts of their disciples or the opinions of the outside world. They just say that Zhu Xia is established as a saint.

Now that it coincides with the Wanliu Conference, Wantian Palace has sent more than a few disciples to participate in the martial arts test, but this person is the only candidate for the literary test.

Moreover, Zhu Xia entered the city alone, and she was on a different path from the other disciples of Wantian Palace.

She was very late.

In addition to Zhu Xia, there was an old man with a kind face in the carriage. His beard and hair were white, his eyes were sunken, and his face was covered with wrinkles. He looked very old, as if he was about to become immortal in the next moment. .

Listening to Zhu Xia's words, the old man responded with a smile, "Looking at the many sects outside, there are not many that can compare with the scenery of Wantian Palace in the mountains. The gods are known as tall and tall. When it comes to misty meaning, even if you are crazy,

From the perspective of mind, I dare not say it is worse than Wantian Palace. "

Zhu Xia smiled and said, "Master, what you said is really boring."

The old man looked at the girl in front of him lovingly. He had practiced cultivation all his life, ignored secular things, and had gone very far. However, at the last moment of his life, he realized that he had missed a lot of scenery in his life. He turned around and wanted to make up for the shortcomings, but found that time does not wait for us. In the last days of his life, he finally found a successor who could pass on the Taoism. Naturally, the old man loved this disciple very much, so he didn't care too much about getting along with him in daily life.

"If you want to win the literary test this time at the Wanliu Society, you must be careful about that girl in the academy."

The old man glanced outside the carriage, listened to the chirping of the cicadas, and said with emotion, "Many years ago, I had a relationship with the dean. Although that man had a bad temper, he was extremely proud. Although he had been willing to accept seventy-two people in his life, Disciples, but the reality is extremely harsh, and they will definitely not mess around just to make up the numbers. The first seventy-one people are all top-notch young geniuses in the Liang Dynasty. When they reach the last one, the old man is naturally more serious, and now he has accepted the young girl Being a disciple is enough to show how extraordinary that girl is. Now that you are both going to meet in the literary exam, she may be your biggest rival."

Zhu Xia pouted and said disapprovingly, "I have read books for so many years, am I still not as good as her?"

The old man smiled and said, "I have never seen that girl, but I believe in the old man's vision."

Zhu Xia also became more serious when she mentioned the dean of the academy. The reason why she agreed to come to Shendu to attend the Ten Thousand Willow Club this time was because she really wanted to come to the academy. have a look.

Look at the dean who is said by foreign monks to be a maverick and not a scholar. .🅆.

Only this time, on the way, she was a little more curious about other things, "Master, I heard that at the imperial banquet a few days ago, Senior Brother He from Qingyun Temple was defeated by that mountain boy."

This is the news she heard on the road.

As both geniuses on the Hidden Dragon List, Zhu Xia knew very well how powerful He Yi was. He might not be one of the most amazing young people outside Fang, but in the Liang Dynasty, he shouldn't have any rivals.

The old man hummed, picked up a small wooden box from his side, opened it and rummaged around for a long time, handed the letter he had received before to Zhu Xia, and said with a smile, "The Liang Dynasty has been dormant for many years, and now it is time to do something great." The girl from the academy is like this, and the young man from the mountains is like this. "

The old man looked at his disciple lovingly and joked, "At your age, you are most likely to commit adultery."

When you are crazy, don't have too many thoughts about that boy because of this incident, otherwise it will be difficult to extricate yourself after falling into it. "

Zhu Xia said without hesitation, "Master, I really want to know what kind of boy that is."

She was in high spirits when she spoke, and her two dimples flickered in and out, making her look extremely cute.

When the old man looked at her, he seemed to see something hotter than the summer outside the carriage.

He couldn't help but think of that encounter many years ago. As he walked down that long street, countless people knelt down and kowtowed devoutly, but there was only a little girl looking at him quietly on the street.

It was also midsummer, and the chirping of cicadas was probably even louder than it is now.

After regaining consciousness for a while, the old man said, "As a teacher, I also want to see that old man again."

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In the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, the dean kept dropping the fish food in his hand. Looking at the fish swimming in the lake, he suddenly sighed.

Wei Xu looked at his husband's unusual appearance and asked curiously, "What's bothering you, sir?"

As the dean of the academy, he is the leader of scholars in the world. According to common sense, there should be many things. It is quite reasonable to be worried about these things, but how could Wei Xu not know about them? Regarding my husband's temperament, these things are taken for granted by others. Even if it happens to my husband ten thousand times, he may not care.

The dean said with emotion, "It's hard to explain everything in the world clearly. I have been studying hard in the academy for many years, writing books and speaking out, and cultivating myself. I have never been involved in right and wrong everywhere. But who would have thought that right and wrong can come to you on your own initiative?" "

Listening to this, Wei Xu naturally filtered the previous sentences and just thought about various things that had happened in the city of God recently, but after thinking about it, there was no result.

He felt ashamed and said, "My disciple is stupid and doesn't know what the teacher means."

The dean said expressionlessly, "You don't need to understand, you just need to know that starting today, I will be in seclusion. I will not be able to leave seclusion until the Wanliu Society ends and those monks leave the capital of God."

Wei Xu responded and looked at his husband heading towards the lake. He couldn't help but think, does his husband seem to be hiding from someone like this?

But the question is, who is this dean of the academy, a monk who forgets his worries, afraid of?

Or it can be said that, what bad things has your husband done that prevents him from facing his old friend?