"That's Fangshi, right next to the blue pillar. Sect disciples like to come here to trade the most..."
"The teleportation array is also there, in that three-story house. Sect disciples can take the teleportation array back there. If you are looking for someone, you can only live in this town..."
"This teleportation array can also go to Kyoto, which is only five hundred miles away from here..."
"..."
At the front of the team, Zhao Yue'er was like a skilled tour guide, introducing each person to Yang Zhen beside him.
She has been to Yunya Town several times during her year in the sect.
"Let's go shopping in the market later!" Yang Zhen suggested.
Walking in front of them were two teachers from the Canon Department of Qingyun Palace. After hearing the conversation between the two children, one of the middle-aged monks with a bright face smiled and said:
"These days, you all stay in the yard and don't run around unless you come out to compete!"
He raised his voice and said: "The people in Yunya Town are all mixed up, good and bad. This is also for your own good!"
There was a sigh in the middle of the team. Many of these schoolchildren have residences here. When they said goodbye to their families just now, they thought they would see each other again later.
Seeing that they were in low spirits, the monk encouraged them: "Have a good competition. A few days will pass in a flash. Do you see this square and the white wall?"
He pointed to a huge square in front of him and a white wall about ten feet high, and continued:
"Every situation during your game will appear on this wall. The square will be full of people, and everyone will be staring at you!"
"The white jade pillar next to it will also have your real-time scores. Everyone must perform well!"
As soon as these words came out, the team suddenly became lively. They were all thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys. Who didn't want to get good grades, step into the immortal gate, and attract the attention of thousands of people!
…
About three or four miles east of the square, there is a manor with red bricks and green tiles. These schoolchildren walked through the streets and alleys, and after about a quarter of an hour, they arrived at this village.
After a lot of work, the mountain chief supervisors of each county took their children to settle down. Half an hour later, the monk from Qingyun Palace called the schoolchildren together again and once again gave various instructions, such as "you cannot go out", "the room is full of spiritual energy, you can practice on your own" and so on.
Then, he introduced the exam arrangements, which was indeed similar to what grandma said on the boat.
Finally, let each student come up to draw their admission number.
These number plates are not arranged sequentially by state or county, but are shuffled together to avoid focusing on the situation in one place. Yang Zhen and Zhao Yue'er each drew their own numbers.
Both people's numbers are very distinctive. Zhao Yue'er is the number 998, and Yang Zhen is the number 11111.
"Brother Shitou, are you the first in all four exams?" the little girl joked.
"It's necessary!" Yang Zhen responded with a smile, but she was cursing in her heart: I really need a hand, so I can get a bachelor's number!
Because they couldn't go out, these energetic teenagers were playing in the yard, and some were sharpening their guns before the battle, and were busy flipping through books to prepare for tomorrow's exam.
In the evening, after Yang Zhen said hello to some familiar friends, she returned to her room and came to the stone space.
Yiyi is "hardening" his wooden rattan armor. When she was on the flying boat last night, she had already processed the golden wooden stick. The little thing's magic power is still very weak and she can only cook one magic weapon every night. Even so, she has been very tired in the past two days.
Yang Zhen continues to meditate and practice. So far, he has forty-eight strands of spiritual energy in his body, which is close to half of the first level of Qi training. Among the more than two thousand schoolchildren who participated in the selection, his cultivation level was undoubtedly the lowest. In fact, apart from him, there is no second Qi training level.
In order to make up for the lack of mana, the aura in his Dantian will remain pure wood aura throughout the selection period to maximize the power of wood spells.
An hour later, the spiritual energy in his Dantian reached fifty-one rays.
He stopped practicing when he was satisfied, chatted with Yiyi for a while, then left the space and waited for the arrival of dawn.
…
February 8th
The annual Fairchild Selection begins today.
First, there is the literary test, with a total score of 30 points.
There are five literary tests in total, namely [Herbal Identification], [Material Selection], [Rune Identification] and [Array Analysis], which correspond to the alchemy talismans of the Four Arts of Cultivation.
The last one is [Comprehensive], all four items must be examined.
According to Grandma's introduction, these five exams are of similar difficulty to each other and are relatively simple. Each student can choose any of them to take the exam.
Because of Yiyi, Yang Zhen had long decided that she would practice alchemy in the future, so she chose [Herb Identification] without hesitation.
Zhao Yueer chose [Comprehensive].
Among the schoolchildren Yang Zhen knew, Zhao Lian chose the formation chart, Zhao Ying also chose the combination, and there was a little girl named Dai Miaoying who chose the herbal medicine like him.
This girl comes from the Dai family, and it is said that she is very distant from the Dai family. However, after the girl was found to have twin spiritual roots, the Dai family immediately entered her into the genealogy, and her relatives followed the chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven.
There are a total of two people with double spiritual roots in Yunzhou this year, and there is another person named Wang Shaoyu, who is from the Wang family he is familiar with, and is considered the same generation as Wang Shaohe.
These two people have gotten to know each other in the past two days, because they like to come and play with Zhao Yue'er whenever they have nothing to do.
Wang Shaoyu also chose comprehensive.
[Herbal Medicine Identification] will be the first test.
At around 4 o'clock in the morning, Yang Zhen and more than 300 schoolchildren who had made the same choice as him came to a main hall in the middle of the manor.
This hall is paved with bluestone and has white jade pillars. The interior space is huge, with seven to eight hundred sets of tables and chairs neatly placed. Each table and chair is one foot apart and separated by screens.
In the middle of the hall, an old man with a long beard was closing his eyes and concentrating, while some young disciples in white were walking around.
There are copper beast incense burners in the four corners of the hall, with thick smoke and unknown spices burning.
This fragrance makes people feel refreshed and brightened when they smell it.
Yang Zhen quickly found her seat. A test paper had already been placed on the table. He glanced at it briefly and was convinced that the question was indeed very simple.
When all the students were seated, the old man said "start" without raising his head and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.
Yang Zhen ignored him, grabbed a brush and started answering questions quickly.
Most of the questions are about identifying the herbs in the picture, or describing the characteristics of these herbs. They are all very common spiritual herbs, such as the blood coagulation grass that Yang Zhen is familiar with.
Finally, there is a big question about the extraction of medicinal properties from red clover. Yang Zhen remembered clearly that it should be boiled with fire-fighting grass for the best effect.
He answered the question eloquently, and then checked all the answers to make sure nothing was missing.
He looked up and looked around, and saw that people were already handing in their papers one after another, so he stood up and walked forward, placing the answer sheets on the table next to the old man.
…
At night, the sound transmission stone on Zhao Yuer's waist rang out as she was playing with Yang Zhen in the courtyard.
The little girl put the sound transmission stone to her ear and explained casually: "The results of the literary test should have come out. Grandma and the others are checking our results in the square..."
With a smile on her face, she reported what she heard: "Zhao Yuer's 30 points, sister Dai Miaoying's 30 points, Zhao Ying's 30 points, Zhao Lian's 30 points..."
"Brother Wang Shaoyu scored 28 points..."
"Lu Li scored 27 points, Huang Bo scored 27 points..."
"..."
The more Yang Zhen listened, the more wrong she became. The scores seemed to be getting lower and lower. Where were my scores?
Zhao Yue'er stopped talking at this time. There had been no sound from the sound transmission stone for a while. It was obvious that he was looking for Yang Zhen's results.
Suddenly, the little girl's eyes widened and she looked at Yang Zhen in surprise:
"Brother Shitou, you only have 21 points!"
"Your name appears last, which means-"
"the last one!"
