The sound of the horn came from nowhere. It seemed to be blessed by great supernatural powers, making everyone who heard the sound of the horn feel excited.
Then a ray of silver light came through the sky. From a distance, the silver light looked like a ball of flame. It was so dazzling that it was impossible to look closely. Only when you got closer could you clearly see that it was an old man standing in the silver flame.
The old man wore a golden hoop on his head, his face was tight and stiff, his skin was blue and black, and he couldn't see any expression. His whole body was full of deathly aura, as if he was a corpse demon who had been dead for countless years!
This corpse demon exuded the tyrannical aura of the early stage of Broken Thoughts. In his hand, he held a scroll with a silver fire seal. Once he stood in the air, Huo De opened the scroll, and there was an alluring momentum. A strong wind swept towards everyone here.
Those tribal monks with poor cultivation are often blown around, but only the real immortal old monster can remain motionless in this strong wind.
The strong wind finally blew by, and all the tribal monks didn't care about standing still. They knelt down and bowed to the corpse demon!
"Welcome the Holy Envoy!" The voice soared into the sky.
Naturally, everyone in Tamu also bowed down. The monks who were flying in the air and watching the event from a distance also landed on the ground and bowed respectfully, including the noble Dolan!
There is a strict hierarchy within the Dabei tribe. The monks of the tribe have the lowest status because they are descendants of the medicine slaves. The guardians of the holy mountain tombs have a slightly higher status, but if they see the holy envoy, they still have to kneel down. Even the so-called holy messengers are just a group of zombie demons with low intelligence!
"You, why don't you kneel down!"
The corpse demon old man's eyes swept across the grassland, and suddenly one person dared not to kneel to him, and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Ning is not a humble person, so there is no need to kneel down to anyone." Ning Fan said calmly.
"This makes sense..."
The corpse demon old man's tone was still stiff, without any emotion or anger, listening to these words. He seemed to agree with Ning Fan's explanation, but suddenly his body swayed and disappeared from the air. Not even a trace of afterimage was left!
Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure also swayed. Disappeared without a trace, and the next moment, in the deserted sky, there was a sudden explosion, like one sound, but also like the overlapping of countless sounds. Then there were space cracks torn from the sky, and then two figures flew out from the space cracks.
It was Ning Fan and the corpse demon old man! Ning Fanyun landed back to the ground gently. The corpse demon old man's dull eyes were a little horrified.
"What happened!" No one here, including the monk Shekong, saw clearly what the old corpse demon and Ning Fan did!
Even Dolan didn't know what happened at this moment!
"This is indeed true."
The corpse demon old man withdrew his shocked expression and remained indifferent. He was the only one who knew about this place. In that very short moment, he had already exchanged dozens of punches with Ning Fan, and with the strength of his corpse demon body, He was completely defeated in the confrontation!
Follow the rules of the Holy Mountain. If you have the strength to match the Holy Envoy, you can ignore the hierarchy and not kneel when you see the Holy Envoy. Ning Fan already has such strength. Naturally, there is no need to kneel to him, but if you see a more powerful Holy Envoy, you still need to kneel to him.
"Could this foreign cultivator surnamed Ning still be able to face the early stage of broken thoughts without falling behind due to the suppression of his cultivation?!"
When the monks here saw that the Holy Envoy did not hold Ning Fan responsible for not kneeling, they all made assumptions and were secretly frightened. Then he thought that after all, Ning Fan was the only one in the Tamu Department. No matter how strong one person was, he was ultimately limited and could not change the situation of this competition too much. They all breathed a sigh of relief again.
After all, he is just one person...
The corpse demon old man still had an indifferent expression, causing all the cultivators who had prostrated themselves to stand up. Start reading the scroll in your hand.
"The battle to seize the mausoleum begins once a thousand years. The battle in southern Xinjiang is in charge of my Holy Envoy No. 41, which is divided into two levels: the literary test and the martial arts test! Those with the first overall score can enter Zhongzhou to participate in the second round of seizing the mausoleum. Wheel! Now, this holy envoy will announce the essay test questions, and I advise you not to blink, and take a good look at the scene that happens next, without missing a single trace!"
After the corpse demon old man finished reading, he suddenly raised the scroll in his hand. The scroll flew upwards and suddenly turned into a silver fire dragon soaring into the sky. When it reached the top, it suddenly twisted around and shattered into countless flames, which fell on the grassland. , burned all the weeds in this place, but a few breaths later, new and tender weeds strangely grew out of the scorched earth.
The whole process only takes a few tens of breaths, but it contains too many magical powers and wonderful principles... The literary test is about to test the wonderful principles contained in this scene!
"This is the question for the first round of the literary test of Seizing the Tomb. You must each have your own understanding. Within one day, you will write the understanding on the official scroll and send it back to Zhongzhou. The emperors of Zhongzhou will judge the merits. , determine the score!”
After saying that, the old corpse demon turned his hand again, took out a piece of silver animal bone, crushed it into bone powder in his palm, and threw it forward. Suddenly, there were silver ashes, falling with the wind. Once the ashes hit the ground, they immediately changed. A low table supported by skeletons. The number of bone tables is seven hundred, with twenty-one rows, thirty-five rows in total. Not one is too many, which is exactly the number of tribes in southern Xinjiang.
"In previous literary examinations, a question was randomly given to test the monks' respective understandings. Unfortunately, there are too few wise men in our southern Xinjiang tribes, and few of them can achieve good results in the literary examination. Looking at southern Xinjiang In history, there are very few people who can achieve more than 100% personal score in the literary test. The literary test is not important, the gap between the major tribes will not be too big, the difficult thing is the martial arts test... Brother Ning, don’t worry too much about the literary test You can just deal with the results casually. With Brother Ning’s cultivation, it is not difficult to get a thousand points or more in the martial arts test. It is enough to get rid of the shame of being at the bottom of the Tamu Department..."
Tagli secretly gave Ning Fan a few words and gave him a palm-sized domino. Then he turned his head and gave instructions to the Tamu monks one by one to distribute the dominoes.
Ning Fan looked at the domino in his hand, which was what he used to record his results. The front of the domino is in Dabei characters, with the word 'Ning Fan' engraved on it, which is his name, and the back is for recording results. The current score is still zero, after all, the Southern Xinjiang competition has not started yet.
"The literary test is not important..."
Ning Fan did not comment on Tagli's instructions. He followed the monks one by one and slowly walked to their respective bone tables and sat down cross-legged.
The bone table is equipped with bone pens, blood ink, and leather scrolls. On the upper left side of the table, there is also a groove with an animal face painted with strange patterns. Many weak monks picked up their pens and dipped them in ink as soon as they sat down. Scribble a few words, then roll up the respective skins, along with their respective dominoes. Put them into the groove of the animal face on the table together.
The beast face groove will then close. A bright light flashes. After a while, the groove will reopen, and there will be no scrolls in it, only dominoes, and the results of each literary test will be recorded on the dominoes.
Most monks would not guard against others copying their answers to the literary test, so Ning Fan could easily see some people's answer sheets.
"I realized that fire can ignite grass, and the fire is very hot..." This is some monk with a flawed IQ. Submitted answer sheet.
"I feel indignant at the Holy Envoy's act of burning the grasslands in southern Xinjiang. This is a legacy left to us by our ancestors. How can we desecrate it! Fortunately, the grass grew back in the end..." This was the answer written by an angry young monk.
"I didn't understand." Some people still handed in blank papers!
What left Ning Fan speechless was that many people secretly copied even these mentally retarded answer sheets. The old corpse demon didn't care about plagiarism. It's just a stick of incense, and most of the monks have already finished answering the exam paper. You must know that the answering time is given in the literary test. It's a whole day...
Ning Fan looked to his side and saw that the other nineteen members of the Tamu Department had already handed in their answer sheets and received their results. Nineteen people. Eighteen zero points, the only one with a score only got one point. Ning Fan remembered that person's test paper, and the answer was 'Fire burns grass, fire overcomes wood'...
This kind of common sense of cultivation that the five elements are in conflict with each other is almost unknown to everyone in the Four Heavens, but in Dabei, it can still get a point... It is only because the Dabei people are mentally disabled. It is already very rare to be able to answer common sense about cultivation. Give me one point as a consolation.
In this case, except Ning Fan. The total score of the Tamu tribe's literary test is only one point. Fortunately, judging from the current submission situation, most of the people from other tribes who have submitted the papers are also mentally retarded, and the total score obtained is only a few points. It is indeed different from the Tamu tribe. small differences.
But this does not mean that there are no normal monks here.
There are at least two or three people from other tribes who are still thinking, and they seem to have really understood from the essay questions. The more powerful tribes, such as Xie Yang and Zhaofeng tribe, still have eleven or two people who are closing their eyes and thinking hard. As time goes by, someone has a sudden enlightenment from time to time.
These people are not like those mentally disabled cultivators. They have extremely strict isolation on their own answer sheets and strive not to let others see them. Of course, with Ning Fan's far superior cultivation level and his all-pervasive sense of rain, he could still easily see everyone's test papers. There are also other Shekong old monsters who can secretly see the examination papers of the Duzhen monks. The corpse demon old man never stops him from all this. Being able to copy them is considered his ability. After all, this is a world of cultivation where the strong are respected, not ordinary people. Imperial examination room.
The sane monks turned in papers one after another. Most of the things they understood were related to magical powers such as scrolls turning into dragons and dragons turning into fire and rain. Most of the scores they got were about five or six points, which was not too high.
After all, this literary test is obviously not testing magical powers, but the understanding of Tao.
Fire burns the grass, and the grass grows again...
Wild fire, in spring…
Ning Fan gradually no longer cared about other people's achievements, but fell into his own enlightenment. He no longer regarded this enlightenment as a competition, but actually gained something from it.
He sat on the grass and in front of the bone table. He didn't pick up the pen to write. Instead, he closed his eyes and replayed the scene of the rebirth of the weeds in his mind over and over again.
An hour passed, and almost all the monks below Shekong turned in their papers, and none of them got more than ten points. Of course, there was one exception. Xian Yuchun, the head of the evil sheep clan with a weak IQ, actually fell asleep on the table and did not turn in the paper.
Two hours later, some Shekong monks began to submit papers one after another, and high scores began to appear.
"His! It's thirty points! What on earth did the Black Mountain Master of the Montenegro Department answer to get such a high score!" Someone outside the venue suddenly exclaimed.
Master Montenegro seemed dissatisfied with the score, but did not dare to question it.
This is the score given by the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou. How can he, a humble person like him, not comment on it!
"That's all, the score in the literary test is not important, everything depends on the martial arts test..." Thinking of this, Master Heishan felt comfortable.
After the Black Mountain Master, there are many strong Shekong players who have achieved high scores.
"The Corpse Department... Thirty-five points! What a high score for the Corpse Master!"
"Old monster Yannan actually got forty points! How is this possible!"
"The White Ghost Mage of the White Ghost Department actually got forty-five points!"
"Sixty points! Nan Zhilong, the thousand-man commander of the Zhaofeng Tribe, could this person be the person with the highest score in this literary test!"
Gradually, only Ning Fan, the sleeping Xian Yuchun, and Master Minghai of the Sea Soul Department were left on the field who had not handed in their papers.
Master Minghai is indifferent by nature and does not like to participate in the intrigues on the grassland. The Minghai tribe was also one of the few tribes that did not ridicule the Tamu tribe.
Six hours have passed since the literary test began, and Master Minghai has always closed his eyes unhurriedly. It was only at the seventh hour that he opened his eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he had gained something, and began to answer the question.
And his score also hit a new high in Southern Xinjiang in the past 100,000 years, actually 400 points!
"It's actually a score of 400 points... This person is indeed an old monster who has half-stepped into Shainian. His profound enlightenment is definitely the best in our Southern Border!" Some Southern Border monks were shocked.
"This is too high! Looking at the entire Dabei, there are very few people who can achieve scores of more than 400 without even thinking about it! And those who can achieve this will have no less than the lowest achievement in the future. Eternal..." Someone who is good at research has discovered this amazing fact. In this way, does Master Minghai have the qualifications to aspire to the eternal realm!
"It is said that the Emperor of Zhongzhou has taken a fancy to Master Minghai's outstanding understanding and wants to accept him as his disciple. I didn't believe it at first, but now I believe it! From this point of view, this Sea Soul Department cannot offend him under any circumstances..." Some old monsters secretly made a decision.
At this time, night has fallen. Ming Hai looked a little tired, as if those seven hours of hard thinking had consumed a lot of his energy. But the eyes are relaxed. Slowly leaving the examination room, his posture was like that of an old fisherman and woodcutter wandering around the world, as if he didn't care about anything outside himself. When he was about to walk out of the examination room, he turned around slightly and looked at Ning Fan with some solemnity, and then looked at Xian Yuchun who was sleeping soundly with a frown.
"Needless to say, this Young Clan Leader of the Evil Sheep Tribe only scored 1 point in the last literary test. I'm afraid he will fall asleep this time. It's not worth a cent. On the contrary, this Ning Waixiu... This person is the Eternal Immortal. , even if his cultivation is restricted, his enlightenment will never be restricted at the same time. I don’t know how many points this person can get. I’m afraid it won’t be less than 500 points..."
Five hundred points, if Dabei Immortal Lord compares, most of the results are this number. This also shows how rare it is for Mage Minghai to score 400 points.
Ming Hai asked himself that he would not underestimate anyone, but he did not believe that Ning Fan could do better than those Dabei Immortal Lords. He was even more confident. If he was also an Eternal Immortal Lord, he would definitely achieve results far exceeding 500! It's a pity that he hasn't even completely broken through the bottleneck of broken thoughts. Fortunately, as long as he becomes the disciple of the Zhongzhou Emperor and becomes an eternal immortal, it will never be too far away!
Time is still passing.
The tenth hour, the eleventh hour, the twelfth hour... Xian Yuchun suddenly woke up. Looking at the dim grassland in the morning light, he was slightly dazed, then patted his head and laughed.
"I forgot that I was taking an essay test and actually fell asleep, ahaha, ahaha..."
It immediately aroused the laughter of many monks around him.
All the cultivators of the Evil Sheep Tribe were a little embarrassed, ashamed of their stupid behavior of falling asleep during the exam. The leader of the Evil Sheep Tribe felt even more angry. The woman he loved the most gave birth to such a stupid son. This... this was really embarrassing. Hey, let it go! As a father, I don’t expect you to get good grades, so get over it!
"Hurry up and hand in the papers!" The head of the Evil Sheep Tribe shouted angrily.
"No hurry, no rush, my master hasn't handed in the paper yet, I'll wait for him to hand it in too!" Xian Yuchun was surprised to find that Ning Fan hadn't turned in the paper either, and was suddenly a little touched. With such a high level of cultivation, his master must have a high level of understanding. Why did he The paper has been delayed! It must be for his Xian Yuchun!
I was afraid that he would sleep alone in the examination room and be lonely, so I stayed here with him specifically! Good people, good people!
"Master! Thank you!"
Xian Yuchun took the test paper and wanted to write this sentence on the paper and pass it to Ning Fan like a note.
Now Ning Fan seemed to be closing his eyes in deep thought, while Xian Yuchun didn't dare to send a message, only a note. He couldn't tell whether Ning Fan was thinking or sleeping. If he was sleeping, he would be so unfilial if he woke up his master!
Oops, I forgot how to write the words "Master, thank you"...
Xian Yuchun had a headache and sent a message to his father to ask.
The head of the Evil Sheep Tribe turned black with anger.
How come this stupid son can’t even write such simple words! This is not the point. The point is that the answer sheet of the battle to seize the tomb can be used to pass notes to you. This is a serious crime and is desecrating the power of the holy mountain!
"Submit the paper immediately! Don't disturb your master's understanding!"
These words hit Xian Yuchun's pain point. How could he, a good disciple with filial piety, disturb the master's understanding? No way!
I didn't waste time there anymore. I casually recalled a few times when I saw the test questions during the day, and found that my mind was completely blank. I was helpless. I had to write a few random strokes on the answer sheet and then handed it in.
Not long after, the scores came out.
The evil sheep are better than pure...five hundred percent!
"How is this possible! What did Xian Yuchun write? How could the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou give him a high score of 500 points!"
"I don't believe it, how could a fool get 500 points!"
"Could it be that the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou gave the wrong score?"
"Hush! Be careful! We cannot criticize the Five Emperors..."
Some of the shocked monks quickly shut up. Because the corpse demon old man's gloomy gaze had already targeted those people who spoke ill of the Five Emperors.
It is a serious crime to criticize the Five Emperors behind their backs! If these people continue to talk, the old corpse demon will not mind enforcing the law on the spot, so that they can look good!
Of course, even this zombie demon with low intelligence was a little shocked. After all, Xian Yuchun was so foolish that he even slept in the examination room all day. If this kind of person can get 500 points, everyone can get 1,000 points!
Weird, weird! Could it be that this kid is gifted, I didn’t see it! The corpse demon old man doubted his own intelligence.
The Evil Sheep Tribe was completely confused, and even the leader of the Evil Sheep Clan, who had always been shrewd, was somewhat confused about the situation. It's a pity that Xian Yuchun hasn't figured out what's so shocking about 500 points. Five hundred points seems to be about the same as 1 point, huh. Five hundred minus 1 equals 2, which is two points more than 1 point. There is nothing surprising. Why all the fuss...
Mage Minghai, who had always been calm and undisputed, was a little upset at this moment. If Ning Fan gets 500 points, he can still comfort himself. The other party is the Eternal Immortal Lord and has the qualifications to surpass him. But it was Xian Yuchun who got 500 points! Even Master Minghai, who has no interest in world affairs, has heard about this fool who is famous in southern Xinjiang. This person has extremely high cultivation qualifications and has a unique understanding of the secret art of soul union. But he is mentally ill and often does stupid things that make people laugh or cry. But this one person can actually score 500 points...
This is a literary test. Only the capable can live there! Why should this boy surpass me?
"What did you write on your answer sheet?" Master Minghai suddenly came over and asked in a deep voice.
It is extremely rude to ask for the other person's answer, especially now that the essay test is not over yet. This may very well reveal the answer and allow other people to get high marks. Fortunately, Ning Fan was the only one left who had not yet handed in the paper. Xian Yuchun respected Ning Fan like a god and was not worried that his answer would be leaked to Ning Fan. He even felt that his answer could be plagiarized by his master, which was also his respect for him. A kind of recognition is something to be thankful for! At that moment, he stopped hiding it and directly spoke his answer out loud.
"I only wrote two sentences on the answer sheet: Is there a fire? Sorry, I didn't see it. Is the grass burned? Sorry, I didn't see it."
Xian Yuchun stretched helplessly. In fact, when the old corpse demon announced the test questions, he was already dozing off and did not see the scene of burning weeds at all.
His father urged him to answer the question, but he honestly handed in an almost blank answer sheet, saying that he had not seen anything, and sincerely apologized to the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou. However, with just such an answer, he actually got 500 points, which was higher than his The 1 point he expected was 2 points more. His luck couldn't be better haha!
"Why does this answer get 500 points! Didn't he see nothing? He didn't even see the test questions, so shouldn't he get no results!" Some monks didn't know why.
Mage Minghai was suddenly shocked, turned around suddenly, and looked at the burned earth.
No, no!
There was no fire here!
This scorched earth is fake, and this scene of weeds resurrecting is also fake!
"untie!"
Master Minghai suddenly made a gesture and drank, and the scenery here suddenly changed.
The scorched earth disappeared, leaving no trace of being burned. The new and tender weeds have also disappeared, and they are still the same withered and yellow weeds that have grown for a season...
Illusion is actually an illusion...
It's in vain that Minghai thinks so highly of himself that he didn't realize that this test question was just an illusion from the beginning!
There is no fire, no wildfires start the prairie fire, no weeds come back to life...it's all illusion!
No wonder this guy said he didn't see anything! It turns out that nothing ever happened...
"How can this kid be stupid? He is clearly as wise as a fool!" Ming Hai took a breath of air, and all the contempt for Xian Yuchun in his heart was swept away, and he became respected instead.
If Master Minghai read it correctly, the illusion in this test question came from the hands of the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou, and it cannot be seen through by most random thoughts... This person can do many things that even random thoughts can't do, and he got five percentage. Well-deserved, your future is limitless! This guy saw through everything from the beginning, so he didn't think about it at all. Instead, he just fell asleep, this kind of attitude of playing with the world. It is a rare thing for those who practice Taoism. They can often realize the truth of Taoism that others cannot!
This guy...he can't compare!
"My little friend, you should be number one in southern Xinjiang in terms of talent! I'm afraid even the foreign cultivator named Ning may not be as good as you." Master Minghai sighed with emotion.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong! That man is my master! How can I be even half as good as my master! He is the real number one in Southern Xinjiang! I only got 500 points. If it were my master, it would be 5,000 You can easily get points!" Xian Yuchun said dissatisfied. He would not allow Mage Minghai to slight his mentor.
"Five thousand points... I am just joking. From ancient times to the present. No one has ever been able to get five thousand points in the first round of the literary test to seize the mausoleum. Even the great emperors could not do this when they were young. One point, it is normal for a foreign cultivator named Ning to get five hundred points. If it is one thousand points, it will be very difficult. If it is five thousand... haha..." Master Minghai was shocked by Xian Yuchun's qualifications and did not want to antagonize this genius, so For Xian Yuchun's nonsense. He just smiled and didn't mind.
"Five thousand is a lot? Isn't it just two points more than five hundred..." Xian Yuchun was startled, why has no one achieved this score? Could it be that he made a miscalculation?
Master Minghai was stunned. With his wisdom, he could not understand what Xian Yuchun meant. Five thousand is two points more than five hundred. What does this mean... Five thousand minus five hundred is certainly not equal to two. This statement Could it be that you have something else to say, that you are hinting at something...
The more Minghai Mage thought about it, the more complicated it became, and he vaguely felt that he was being hinted at. But not the key.
But there were others who laughed with disdain, the loudest among them. It’s the Southern Dragon of the Summoning Wind Department!
"It's ridiculous! If just a few outside cultivators can score an unprecedented 5,000 points, all the humble cultivators like me can die of shame!"
As soon as this statement came out. Immediately, countless people followed Nan Zhilong and laughed.
Xian Yuchun's face turned gloomy immediately. If Nan Zhilong hadn't been too highly cultivated, he would definitely fight him immediately to protect his division!
At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed. It turned out that it was Ning Fan who had finished his meditation, handed in the paper, and suddenly glanced coldly at the Dragon of the South.
Nan Zhilong, who was laughing wildly, suddenly felt a cold bone-gnawing feeling. Half of his laughter was choked in his throat. He couldn't get in or get out. His face was red, but he was trembling inside.
What a penetrating gaze! This person...this person cannot be provoked, otherwise disaster will be imminent!
Not only Nan Zhilong, but all the monks caught by Ning Fan's gaze shut their mouths in shock and fear!
The whole place was dead silent!
Xian Yuchun was very excited. What he admired was Ning Fan's domineering power. He could intimidate Xiao Xiao without saying a word. What a magical power it was!
"I wonder how many points fellow Taoist got?" Master Minghai asked, breaking the atmosphere. Master Minghai is still very concerned about Ning Fan's achievements.
"I don't know, my score has not been given out for a long time." Ning Fan withdrew his cold eyes and pointed at the groove of the beast's face on the bone table.
Only then did everyone see that the groove of the beast's face on Ning Fan's table had not been opened after a long time...
This shows that the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou have not yet given Ning Fan’s score!
As time passed, another hour passed, and Ning Fan's score was still not given!
This is really a strange news on the Dabei grassland! Never before has a reference monk still not received a score after so long after handing in the paper!
"Is it possible that this person's answer made it difficult for the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou to decide and give an accurate score?" Many people secretly speculated and felt that this idea was a bit ridiculous. What kind of answer would make the Five Emperors unable to give points? What a terrible answer, no, those monks with zero points get their results very quickly... What a particularly good answer? How good must it be to make it difficult for the Five Emperors to choose?
Zhongzhou, Tiandu Peak.
In the thousand-year-old battle to seize the mausoleum, the results of the first round of literary examinations must be determined by the five emperors of Zhongzhou together. This is a traditional rule. As in previous years, in the first round of this year's mausoleum capture, four of the five emperors of Zhongzhou still gathered at Tiandu Peak to discuss the results of group cultivation.
The four immortal emperors who came here include Emperor Rutuo and Emperor Gu Ling. These two are not the most powerful among the four emperors. On the contrary, the remaining two emperors have more authority.
The remaining two emperors were dressed in red and green, with a strange mask on their heads that looked like they were smiling and crying. Their true appearance could not be seen. The emperor's name was Buddha Crying, which is said to have come from the tears of the Buddha statue. After realizing the wonderful Dharma, he attained enlightenment and took the title of Buddha's cry. It's just a hair away from entering the seventh tribulation of eternity.
The other person is currently the most powerful person among the Five Emperors. This is an old man with an unusually cold face. It gives people a sense of meticulousness, with a white beard reaching to the ground, holding an iron crutch wrapped in flames, the emperor's name is Tiandu, and this Tiandu Peak is his cave.
On the Tiandu Peak, there is a teleportation array, and from time to time, literary test papers from various grasslands will be transmitted. Every time there is a test paper. There will be hundreds of disciples of the Four Emperors, who will read through the answer sheets first, and the people below will directly determine the grades for those who are not close. Only a few outstanding ones will be given to the Four Emperors for comment, and the Four Emperors will jointly set the grades.
Generally speaking, the answer sheets that were initially sent were filled in randomly by some mentally retarded people, and most of these answer sheets were given zero marks. The three emperors Tiandu, Rutuo and Gu Ling were not very concerned about these answer sheets, but Emperor Foqi was very interested. I will read it with those disciples.
"Interesting, interesting. As expected, there are many weird answers in this literary test... It's no wonder that I ended the retreat early to participate in this grand event! It's a pity that fellow Taoist Baihua couldn't come and couldn't see such ridiculous answers. Hehe , What a pity." Emperor Fowei let out a strange laugh, and suddenly looked at Emperor Rutuo meaningfully.
Emperor Rutuo was slightly startled, but then continued without changing his expression, "Yes. Fellow Taoist Baihua is too seriously injured and cannot come. What a pity."
"Hey, a thousand years ago. Fellow Taoist Baihua went into the Fierce Realm to collect medicine, but was besieged by the Three Flame Immortal Emperor-level corpse demon. I wonder what fellow Taoist Rutuo thought of this?" Emperor Fowei said with a strange smile.
"What? By saying this, fellow Taoist, you suspect that I did this!" Rutuo's face suddenly darkened.
"Hey, I didn't say anything. Why should you rush to explain..." Before Emperor Fowei could finish his sarcasm, a scolding sound suddenly sounded.
"That's enough! I came to Tiandu Peak today not to settle old scores with you! If anyone dares to do anything irrelevant again, don't blame me for exercising the power of the Holy Mountain to punish!"
As soon as Emperor Tiandu said these words, not only Buddha wept and Rutuo changed his expression, but even Emperor Gu Ling felt a little afraid and straightened their expressions, not daring to talk nonsense anymore.
Those disciples of the four emperors who were in lower positions did not dare to talk nonsense. They all sat upright and decided on their results. Except for occasional arguments, no one dared to say anything. The atmosphere was quite dull.
The four emperors also didn't talk much anymore. When they did speak, they just commented on the answer sheet. Of course, the one who speaks the most is the most talkative Buddha Crying Emperor.
"Not bad, not bad. The little kid from the Sand Wolf Club of Huangsha Prairie can actually answer such a fire control method. Well, give me two hundred points."
"That's good. Someone in Xihe Grassland actually answered five fire and five earth... Give me 150 points!"
"...This one is a bit off, 2 points, I mean... Okay, I forgot that this guy is your appointed disciple of Bone Spirit, so just give him 300 points!"
"Qiu Long from the Beidi Department...well, the Beidi Department is really full of talents, and there is such a character again. This person can be given 400 points!"
"Southern Border Sea Soul Department... Oh, that boy from the Sea Soul Department must be mixed with the old man now. This insight is very deep. He can actually glimpse a change in the Taoism. This person has the qualifications of an immortal, and he also gives four One hundred percent!”
In this literary test, only a dozen people could get 400 points. Most of these people would be remembered by the emperors of Zhongzhou and regarded as future disciple candidates, so they would naturally not be stingy in giving points.
One hundred and eight grasslands, three thousand tribes, and sixty thousand answer sheets were gradually determined. The four emperors had different expressions. Some were disappointed, maybe because they had taken a fancy to a younger generation, but they were not satisfied; some were happy, maybe because they were not satisfied. Found some good seeds.
Suddenly, another answer sheet caught the eyes of the Four Emperors.
"Southern Border Evil Sheep Club, Xian Yuchun. There are a lot of good talents in Southern Border this year. Take a look at this boy's answer sheet." After reading Xian Yuchun's answer sheet, Emperor Fowei condensed his eyes slightly and took the answer sheet. He circulated it to the other three emperors and gave Emperor Rutuo a strange look.
After reading the answer sheet, Emperor Gu Ling also looked moved. Even Emperor Tiandu, who had always been stern and unsmiling, was a little surprised.
Only Emperor Rutuo looked a little uncertain.
"This little guy from the Evil Sheep Club is a bit amazing. He actually saw through the illusion of fellow Taoist Rutuo... Haha, he is such a good seer. Of course, it is also possible that fellow Taoist Rutuo's illusion is so bad that a junior Immortal of Life saw through it. ..." Buddha Weeping Emperor said with a strange smile.
"Hmph! Of course I can't be wrong in my illusion. It's because this little guy's eyes are too poisonous! Of course, it's also possible that this kid just answered the question randomly and got the facts right!" Rutuo said coldly. At first, he responded to Xian Yuchun's reaction. There was a hint of appreciation, and he was immediately angered by the mocking and sarcastic ridicule from the Buddha Crying Emperor.
"Meng? Hehe, if this kid can be fooled right, I will be even more interested in him. I will give him five hundred points. Do you have any objections?" Emperor Fowei asked with a smile.
"If this boy can cultivate himself as a Life Immortal and see through the illusions of fellow Taoist Rutuo, 500 points is definitely not high." The Bone Spirit Emperor agreed.
"I have no objection!" Emperor Tiandu said with difficulty in distinguishing between joy and anger.
In this way, Emperor Rutuo naturally could not raise any objection, and Xian Yuchun's five hundred points was just implemented.
The time for the literary test was coming to an end, and almost no test papers were delivered. Several emperors were almost ready to wait for the final results of the martial arts test. Suddenly, another answer sheet came, again from southern Xinjiang.
"Oh? It's the answer sheet from the Tamu Department." Emperor Fowei looked at Emperor Rutuo strangely, causing Emperor Rutuo to snort coldly.
Most of the emperors had heard about Rutuo's oppression of the Tamu tribe, but no one would stand up for Tamu. After all, Tamu was just a weak tribe, and there were no outstanding talents in the tribe that could attract the attention of the emperors. Naturally, no one would. Doing such a thankless thing.
"Huh? This answer sheet..." The Buddha Crying Emperor wanted to use the topic of Tamu to make a mockery of Rutuo, but suddenly his face was shocked, and he was shocked and speechless.
The other three emperors were so shocked to see the Buddha weeping that they naturally became a little curious and sent out their spiritual thoughts to investigate. However, after reading, they all became moved.
There is not a single word on the entire answer sheet, only a circle.
A circle with a gap that cannot be drawn!
"This boy... actually saw perfection! Is this a coincidence, or..." (To be continued.)
