I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 30
At this moment, Qiu Ping even wanted to go to the Yin Division to meet that ghost boy for a while.

However, this arrogant idea was quickly suppressed by him.He splashed water on his head vigorously, then shook it vigorously.

"Little Loach, you have to be sober, you are still a rookie, don't go to death." Qiu Ping didn't want to give it away just because his brain got hot, he still knew how many catties and taels he had.

Now even if he went to the underworld, he could only continue to play hide-and-seek with that ghost boy in the swamp, and his life would be in danger if he didn't pay attention.

"Crack."

Just as he was thinking this way, the string of Buddhist beads in front of his eyes was completely split, and the beads inscribed with Arhats were broken into pieces, leaving only a series of strings floating on the ground.

Qiu Ping scooped up the pieces with a stream of water.

Now no matter how he operates the "Eight Arms Mahā Seal", there is no response to these fragments, and it seems that the power in them has been exhausted.

"It's a pity." When he didn't have the Buddha beads, he didn't even make any progress in practicing the "Eight Arms Mahā Seal". I'm afraid he will only be able to stay at the first level of this method for a long time to come.

I heard that Bai San'er picked up this Buddhist bead near the Luohan Temple, maybe there are similar things in that temple that can help him practice.

A thought suddenly came to Qiu Ping's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

A temple can suppress a whole mountain of monsters, which shows that its strength is absolutely impressive. This is not something he, a small god from the ninth rank, can provoke.

"Forget it, let's practice honestly. Now He Bo has a good opinion of me, and he might give me a promotion at some point." Qiu Ping put those unrealistic thoughts behind him, and he For a small role, don't keep thinking about what's there and what's not.

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August in Tai'an is almost the best time of the year.

As the summer heat subsides and the wind blows smoothly, a wide Yanlong River runs straight through the Fucheng, cruise ships and cargo ships shuttle back and forth in the water, and the people on both sides of the river are full of voices, very lively.

Now is the time when the imperial court is at its peak, and everyone is living in a truly prosperous age.

"It's time to release the rankings!"

I don't know who yelled, the whole city of Tai'an was boiling, and many people flocked towards the government office regardless of whether they wanted to do it or not.

At the entrance of the government office, it was already crowded with people.

For the land of a state, the three-yearly autumn provincial examination is the most grand event. Every master who is admitted is a star of Wenqu.

Jing Xinghuai was crowded in the crowd, he was inevitably nervous, he was even a little dreamy, and his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, limp and unstressed.

For the first time, he felt that the time had passed so long. He hoped that the time would be faster, but he also felt a lot of apprehension about the upcoming announcement.

This tormented state of mind is really tormenting people.

From a scholar to a scholar, it is a leap from the mud pond to the cloud, and it is also a class transition.

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the other scholars, and most of them were in the same mood as him.

It's just that Jing Xinghuai has no bottom in his heart.

Because he felt that his policy theory this time was too bold, although he did not directly describe the regimes of those foreign countries, he also made some predictions in the article, under the guise of the people-oriented thought of "Heaven establishes a monarch, and it is for the people", and implicitly put forward The idea of ​​limiting imperial power.

After leaving the examination room, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat when the outside wind blew.

These days, he is a little dazed when he seriously studies the remarks of the well god, and the article is written too eccentrically.The article in the examination room pays attention to stability, and it is best to make a dojo in a snail shell, otherwise there is a high probability that it will fail.

After all, your writing is too sensational, and any examiner who hires you will have bad luck if there is any public opinion in the future.

"Oh, now I only hope to win the exam, even if it is the last one." Jing Xinghuai murmured silently in his heart.

This year, there are only more than 3000 talents who participated in the provincial examination in Qingzhou, and only a hundred people were admitted in the whole prefecture. This admission ratio is really scary, and the competition is extremely cruel.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the clerks of the yamen had already begun to roll the name.

He read from one hundred names forward, and every time he read a name, there would be cheers and congratulations from the crowd.

Jing Xinghuai was both envious and nervous.

He also knows how high his family is.If it is a serious exam, he will hover around the top [-]. If he is lucky, he can pass, but if he is not lucky, he can only come back three years later.

Seeing that more than half of the list has been read, Jing Xinghuai's heart sank. The hope of passing the exam this year is extremely slim.

"Six runner-ups from Jingxinghuai High School in Changning County!"

Just when he couldn't bear to continue listening, the Yamen clerk called out his name loudly.

That short sentence sounded like thunder in his ears, and he vaguely suspected that he had heard it wrong.

There was only a "hum" in his mind, and he couldn't hear any movement around him. In a trance, he seemed to see people around him congratulating him one after another, but he didn't have any feedback.

Jing Xinghuai stared at the names on the list in black and white, but his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and he was about to fall to the ground, but he was quickly supported by the people nearby.

"Congratulations to Mr. Jing's senior high school Yakui. Next year, he will definitely be a Jinshi, and the sky will go straight up!" The eyes of the people next to Jing Xinghuai have become hot, and some merchants have already planned to send their daughters to him as concubines.

Those who can be admitted to No.6 are outstanding people in Qingzhou. It is an honor to be ranked sixth among more than 3000 scholars every three years!

Someone took the red flower and put it on for Jing Xinghuai.

"Hey, I hit it."

Jing Xinghuai finally digested this fact, he was crying and laughing at the same time, basically the same posture as other candidates.

In the eyes of outsiders, each of them is talented and destined to be promoted.But for the vast majority of those who passed the exam, this is the perseverance and tears behind countless days and nights.

"How could it be No.6? This span is too big." In the distance of the Yanlong River, the huge clam spirit opened its double shell, revealing a little old man from inside.

Looking at the list and the aura of good fortune surging above Jing Xinghuai's head from a distance, the little old man couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

It is true that Jing Xinghuai is the destined "spiritual official" of Shinto, but in his original trajectory, this time he is only a general, ranking second to last.

But this time, his fate has all changed.

The old clam spirit scratched his head crazily, and now he couldn't understand, which Shinto boss was behind the layout.

　Jing Xinghuai's strategy was actually Li Zhi's idea in the late Ming Dynasty.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)