Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　Gengu Sinan is an instrument specially used to detect the quality of root bone.

　　 Every college will have one. It is issued by the gift section. It is very precious. It is only used for the college admissions test every three years.

　　Fang Lang also didn't expect that the textbooks would actually get this instrument.

　　 It seems that my purple product roots may not be **** roots. It can be astonishing as the review and study, and the quality should not be too bad.

　　 Fang Lang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the root and bone problem has finally been solved, and the biggest hidden danger of scientific research has been completely eliminated.

　　 "This is the'Gengu Sinan' borrowed from the dean. You guy should also be confused about his own foundation, right? It's just a test, and I have a bottom in my heart."

　　 Wen Ting expects.

　　 Dean Cui also smiled kindly, stroking his beard: "Listen to Wen Ting, your kid may have been mutated, so come to be curious to see that it is rare to see mutated roots. I will come to gain insight."

　　 "Fang Lang, take it easy."

　　 Wen Ting said.

　　 After that, he held the root bone Sinan and stuck it on Fang Lang's back, slowly sliding down.

　　 Shinan's spoon began to rotate slowly, and a little light began to escape from it.

　　 hum...

　　The purple meaning spreads, and a hint of purple light spreads from the center of the spoon, and finally, it is bright and bright.

　　 Sinan plate burns ten points, Sinan spoon turned to the sixth position, which represents the quality of the roots at this level!

　　 Wen Ting was shot in the face by the burst of purple light from Sinanzhong.

　　 His pupils shrunk slightly, shocking!

　　 "Purple root bones?!"

　　 "Te Niang's is really a mutation!"

　　 Wen Jiaxi took a breath.

Even the well-informed Dean Cui showed a bit of shock. If the white product turns to red, the root variation of red to gold is quite common, but this kind of ancient variation of color beyond the root bone rating, then But it is extremely rare!

　　 I am afraid that the entire Datang world is alone!

　　 Wen Ting looked at Dean Cui and inhaled: "Dean, have you ever seen the roots of Zi Pin?"

Dean Cui shook his head, stroked his beard, looked at Fang Lang strangely, and laughed: "I haven't seen it before, but I have read the "Altered Bone", but there is a record of the roots of the purple product. ..."

　　 "Three thousand years ago, during the eight dynasties of the world, a monster with the roots of the purple rank was born, but unfortunately, that enchantment eventually fell into the hands of the ninth rank of the monster world..."

　　 "But what is certain is that the roots of the purple product are certainly good, and should not be weaker than the gold product."

　　 Dean Cui made a judgment.

　　 His turbid and old eyes were shining, and he deserved to be a little guy who could be appreciated by Jiang Nizi.

　　 The Jiang family’s investment in this son... is not a loss.

　　 Dean Cui smiled and said: "Purple product roots, coupled with your performance in the Yunling Pagoda... This scientific expedition, as long as it is not too lax, the world's top sects should be rushing to choose you."

　　 "Even, you still have a chance to hit the top ten of the scientific research gold list."

　　 "It may become the first top ten in the gold list since the old man took office in Luojiang Academy."

　　 When Dean Cui said this, he also burst into laughter.

　　 Wen Ting also put away the roots of Sinan, looked up and down Fang Lang, and laughed playfully.

　　 "Chao Xiaojian is still on the mountain of Shu, waiting eagerly for you to fail in the scientific examination, and then obediently go to Jian Shuzong."

　　 "Your kid suddenly mutated and was snatched away by other sects. Will Chao Xiaojian regret not holding you tight?"

　　 "Purple product roots, Yunling Pagoda carries seven levels of heavenly majesty, swordsmanship covers the peers, tusk tusk tusk tusk... As soon as the scientific expedition is over, your kid will definitely become a steamed bun."

　　 "It's the same as my gentleman sword back then!"

　　 Wen Ting laughed.

　　 Fang Lang laughed when he heard the words.

　　 realized in a daze that before he knew it, he had the qualifications to choose the sect.

　　 But Fang Lang does not want to be the only one.

　　……

　　……

　　The meaning of autumn is getting stronger, and the third autumn rain since the beginning of autumn has been pouring and falling over the ancient city of Chang'an.

　　 Fluttering, like catkins.

　　Chang'an was shrouded in misty rain, and the melodious bells rang, spreading in every corner of the ancient city of Chang'an, every brick, like a silhouette hidden in ink painting.

The ancient city of Chang’an, the center of the archguard of the Tang Dynasty, the central imperial road is more than 20 miles long, the imperial road is the axis, and the palaces on both sides of the layout are runes, making the ancient city as if sitting on a magical formation, which is thick and thick. Quaint.

　　 And in the imperial roads of the city, a luxurious carriage drove slowly, the wheels crushed all over the ground and the autumn rain went straight into the depths of Chang'an.

　　 Approaching the scientific expedition, even the aloof Imperial College, it was enveloped in a tense atmosphere.

　　 The carriage that entered the deep palace stopped.

　　 The car curtain was lifted, and he opened the oil paper umbrella with his own hands. Jiang Linglong wore a veil and a robe of the Imperial College. He walked out of the car and headed towards the palace of the Imperial College.

　　Guozijian is different from Chang'an Academy. The students in the Guozijian are all prosperous family members, but they are officials of the Tang court, and they are distinguished.

　　 But according to the Iron Law of the Tang Dynasty, they want to join the DPRK as officials in the future, and they also have to participate in scientific research.

　　 Jiang Linglong entered the palace, the maidservant of the Imperial College took the oil paper umbrella and drained the autumn rain.

　　 Inside the palace, the eyes of a seated student were all swept over, Jiang Linglong's cold temperament, like an iceberg that no strangers should enter, slowly walked to his desk and looked through the textbook.

　　 Many students withdrew their gazes, and the rustling discussion sounded endlessly.

　　 A handsome young man was chatting with his companions all over his body happily, with a high volume, as if he wanted to attract Jiang Linglong's attention.

　　 "My dad came home yesterday and mentioned one thing, you surely don't know, this is my first-hand news!"

　　 "Yesterday, at the Yunling Pagoda assigned to Luojiang Academy, something interesting happened. A student who set foot on the seventh floor actually caused Yunling Pagoda to utter congratulations!"

　　 The handsome boy said with gleaming eyes.

　　 When many students heard the words, they were also curious: "Yunling Pagoda sings to celebrate? Shouldn't it, many people in our Imperial Prison have set foot on the seventh floor, and Yunling Pagoda never made a sound."

　　 "Your father is a book of rites, should you know the trickiness?"

Feeling the focused gaze around him, the handsome young man suddenly smiled: "My father didn't explain, and he didn't believe it. I think this news is a laugh. Maybe that person deliberately arranged a sound reinforcement array outside the tower to sensationalize. "

　　 "Who caused the Yunling Pagoda to make a sound?"

　　 asked a student with a frown.

　　 The handsome young man glanced at him and looked at Jiang Linglong who was teaching the book quietly in the distance. He suddenly made a "pop" and raised his voice: "That's Fang Lang!"

　　In the Imperial College, there were sudden ups and downs of exclamation, and many people glanced at Jiang Linglong, who was still like a virgin.

　　 "Then Fang Lang who writes'will be the top of the mountain and see the small mountains'?"

　　 In the Imperial College, a few official girls asked curiously.

　　 The handsome boy curled his lips: "My father said, the performance of this person is open to question. I think this person is sensational and disgusting. It is doubtful whether this poem was written by him..."

　　 Within the palace, there was a cold and severe autumn breeze.

　　 The handsome young man's voice became quieter and quieter. Behind him, Jiang Linglong wore a veil. He didn't know when he appeared behind him. The star-like eyes stared at him faintly.

　　 "Linglong..." The handsome man smiled elegantly.

　　 However, as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted.

"To shut up."

　　 "Exhibition field, keep up."

　　 Jiang Linglong said indifferently, turning around and leaving.

　　 The handsome young man's face changed suddenly, but Jiang Linglong glanced coldly, but still had to bite the bullet to keep up.

　　 a quarter of an hour later.

　　 The boy had a blue nose and swollen face, limped, lost a tooth, and came back with a sob cry, but he did not dare to spread the rumors.

　　 While Jiang Linglong was calm and calm, he sat back at the table and continued reading.

　　 Many of the prisoners in the Imperial College were trembling, and they became more and more curious about the young man named Fang Lang.

　　 The ancient city is full of mist and rain.

　　 The boy did not arrive in Chang'an, but his name has spread.

　　……

　　……

　　 At the walls of the streets and lanes of Luojiang City, the green plants that protruded out were yellowed by autumn.

　　 Time is unknowingly reaching the end of the month.

　　 The scientific examination is approaching, and the atmosphere is getting more and more serious. The faces of the students who return home from the academy every day are full of dignity and solemnity.

　　 Even Jiaofangsi’s business is three points colder than usual.

　　 Since the last time he tested the roots, a big rock in Fang Lang's heart fell to the ground. Now he is immersed in squeezing Ni Wen and Liu Bubai both physically and mentally.

　　 During this period of time, four punch cards were squeezed out of Ni Wen, and five bodybuilding cards were squeezed out of Liu Bubai.

The frequency is lower than before, because with the improvement of cultivation level, it is difficult to trigger passiveness for some ordinary spiritual exchanges. In addition, the problems and actions that have previously triggered passiveness cannot be triggered, so there is less squeezed out. Up.

　　 There is another piece of good news. As Fang Lang slowly sharpened his cultivation base, which was originally stuck at the peak of the second-stage swordsman, he finally broke through the barrier, converted 30% of his spiritual energy into sword-qi, and stepped into the third-stage swordsman.

　　 Fang Lang's grasp of scientific examinations is getting bigger and bigger. At least gold list titles are not a problem, but Fang Lang wants more than just gold list titles.

　　In the Luojiang Academy.

　　 The seventh book building, three floors.

　　Students in front of the book table, rolled their sleeves and wrote quietly on the expedition to the Ministry of Rites.

　　 After writing the certificate, you are eligible to take the scientific examination.

　　 Fang Lang is also writing attentively, his handwriting is quite free and easy, he is sprinkled on the rice paper, and his pen wanders around.

　　 After finishing the submission, the students turned in the submission certificate for the scientific examination one after another, and got the examination sticker from the teaching staff, which marked the examination room information during the scientific examination.

　　 Fang Lang also got his own test sticker and put it in his sleeve.

　　 He returned to the table and sat down with a complex and solemn expression.

After 　　 the main desk of the book building, Wen Jiaxi specially trimmed the margins and shaved the stubble today.

　　 He looked at the hundreds of students on the floor with a smile on his face, and there was a rare gentleness in his eyes.

Under 　　, the noisy students also calmed down.

　　 "From today, you have truly ended your three-year practice in Luojiang Academy."

　　 "The road to practice is long, and it is a lot of hard work. Thank you for your company for three years."

　　 "Wen Ting, I hope that you will have no obstacles in the future."

　　 "Wen Ting, I wish you all, everyone can be named on the Gold List!"

　　 The words fall.

　　 Every student got up from behind the book case, folded his palms and lowered his sleeves, and bowed towards Wen Ting.

　　 "Thank you Mr. for three years of teaching."

　　"The teacher's grace is as heavy as a mountain~www.ltnovel.com~ The voice is loud and neat, tearing and tearing the thick autumn mood that envelopes the entire college.

　　……

　　……

　　 The sunset is like blood.

　　 The fiery red glow was splashed on the long street and between the alleys.

　　 Yang Zhengyi and Liu Bubai had already parted ways and went back to their respective residences to prepare for tomorrow's scientific expedition. Ni Wen did not leave in a hurry this time, but walked slowly, hanging behind Fang Lang like a tail.

　　 On the bustling main street of Luojiang City, there is a frequent flow of people in a hurry.

　　 Ni Wen's cheeks were blushed by the setting sun.

　　 She looked at Fang Lang, bit her lip, and asked in a low voice: "Lang...the prodigal...after the scientific research, which sect are you going to go to? Sword Shuzong?"

　　 Fang Lang turned his head and glanced at her. Seeing the expectation in the girl's eyes, he was full of emotion.

　　 Scientific research, a watershed in life.

　　 This is a goodbye, there may be no intersection in this life.

　　 After all, life is a rare friend.

　　 Fang Lang smiled kindly and said, "Don't think about it so much, prepare for the exam, and go all out."

　　 "Let people live without regrets."

　　 That year, that day, that sunset.

　　 Ni Wen bit her lower lip, her eyes fluctuated violently, and her small hand hidden in her sleeve turned blue.

　　 Don’t regret it?

　　 Fang Lang smiled freely, stretched out his hand, patted Ni Wen's head, rubbed gently, like waterfall green silk flowing from his fingertips.

　　 "Come on!"

　　 suddenly.

　　 There was the sound of a broken porcelain bowl tearing this rare cleanness.

far away.

　　 A beautiful woman carrying a pole and wrapped in a turban stared at the scene of the setting sun.

Pale.

　　PS: Three thousand five hundred words, not short! Three reflections: No collection, no reward, no vote? !