Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 Luojiang Academy.

　　The autumn rain is like silk, like ox hair, the whole academy is full of poetry and picturesqueness.

　　 Wen Ting wore a plain blue gown, the sword was sheathed, hung around his waist, with tassels hanging down, a bit chic and unruly.

　　 After losing his teaching status, Wen Ting seemed to have become the gentleman's sword that had been so popular in Chang'an.

　　 "Did you say goodbye to your family?"

　　 Wen Ting holds a gourd in his hand. The gourd is not wine, but warm wolfberry tea.

　　 Fang Lang was speechless when he saw Wen Ting spit out a wolfberry residue.

　　 The life of warming up and learning not only has sword and distance, but also wolfberry?

　　Ni Wen carried a thick coarse cloth bag with a lot of dry food stuffed in it, holding an umbrella, and lowering her head in shame.

　　 Fang Lang only took the luggage from her and put it in the space ring after she said something.

　　 Liu Bubai also came, strutting forward, exuding boundless "I am a genius" confidence from the inside out.

　　 Seeing that everyone was there, Wen Ting summoned a luxurious flying sword.

　　 After Fang Lang and the three climbed up the flying sword, Wen Ting took out the imperial sword order, and drove the flying sword to burst the autumn rain, like tearing open the rain curtain covering the sky and shooting towards Chang'an.

　　 "Sir, are we going directly to Chang'an?"

　　 Liu Bubai asked curiously.

　　 Wen Ting shook his head while controlling the sword: "That's right, it's not that way."

　　 "Take you to a place for special training, which can improve your strength in a short time."

　　 Wen Ting laughed.

　　 Fang Lang is also a little curious: "Yunling Tower?"

　　 Wen Ting laughed: "Of course not, Yunling Pagoda is controlled by the Ministry of Rites and is not open to the outside world."

"where is that?"

　　 "Monster Que."

　　 Wen Ting's words made Fang Lang stunned in an instant. Not only Fang Lang, but also Ni Wen and Liu Bubai also showed wrong colors.

　　 From the teaching point of view, they know the horror of the monster.

　　 It is an important strategic place that connects the two worlds. With their strength, they go to the demon gate... That is basically to die!

"Of course it is not the real monster fault. It is the'abandoned monster fault' that has been broken by the Tang Dynasty. It was abandoned by the monster world and closed the boundary of the world. However, there are many monsters left by the monster world and unique to the monster fault. Because of the oppressive power of the Tang Dynasty, after the Tang Dynasty occupied it, it was rebuilt into a hunting ground for disciples of all sects and factions in the world to practice and practice, and for some powerful and powerful people to hunt and relax."

　　 "With your strength, at most you can only practice in the periphery of the hunting grounds of the abandoned monsters."

　　 "If you are lucky, you can still meet a few prey with a thin atmosphere of monsters and hone your fighting skills."

　　 Wen Ting explained with a smile.

　　 The words fell, and the three of Fang Lang suddenly became a little excited and excited.

　　 Abandoned Demon Que?

　　 That's also a monster fault!

　　 "This time you are on the gold list, and the academy will reward you with ten low-grade spirit crystals for your practice."

　　 After Wen Ting finished speaking, he took out thirty spirit crystals from the space ring and distributed them to the three of Fang Lang.

　　 Fang Lang doesn't matter, after all, with his net worth, ten low-grade spirit crystals are nothing.

　　 But for Ni Wen and Liu Bubai, this was a surprise.

"In addition, you can only practice in the Demon Que hunting ground for three days. After three days, regardless of whether you have finished refining the spirit crystals, you must enter Chang'an. The hall test must arrive in Chang'an five days in advance and report to the Ministry of Etiquette. , Must not be violated."

　　 "In three days, with the help of the pressure of the monster hunting grounds, it should be enough for you to refine ten spirit crystals and improve your strength. If you are lucky, you can climb a few more in the palace test."

　　 Wen Ting said.

　　 Flying sword pierced through the sky for a long time, and finally arrived at the demon hunting ground only three hundred miles away from Chang'an City.

　　 Fang Langduan sat on the flying sword, the case of the sword lay flat on his knees, and his palms stroked the hilt of the lotus sword. The seeds of sword intent in the Dantian cyclone seemed to be inextricably related to this sword.

　　 For Fang Lang, this sword... a strange feeling as if it came to life.

　　 Fang Lang looked far away, and he could even see the ancient city of Chang'an shrouded in hazy mist and rain.

　　 However, he withdrew his gaze from betting on the ancient city, and looked at the zooming in front of him, floating in the sky, like a palace nestled in the clouds.

　　 An abandoned monster fault.

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　　Emperor Beijing Chang'an, ancient and magnificent.

　　 As the well-deserved center of the Tang Dynasty, this ancient city is full of poetry that countless poets yearn for, while also possessing a creeping majesty.

　　 The ancient temple outside the city has reverberated for thousands of years. The bell rings, lingering in every street and lane of the ancient city.

　　 Along the streets, swing into the imperial city in the middle of the ancient city. In the imperial city, palaces are like flowers dotted with flowers, like flowers blooming on the earth.

　　The palace is full of deep, yellow glazed tiles glowing golden golden in the sunlight, and the vermilion high wall isolates the inside and outside, exuding unique oppression.

　　 The inner garden of the hall, and the waterside corridor.

　　 The three princes, Li Liancheng, walked slowly along the secluded promenade, and beside him, a handsome man in white clothes, full of elegance, slowly followed.

　　 The three princes stopped, looking at the bleakness in the full court of autumn, they held hands and said lightly: "This time the leader of the gold list is not you."

　　 "Yuanzhen, you let me down a bit."

　　 A little apology appeared on the handsome face of the elegant man: "His Royal Highness, let you down."

　　 "Fang Lang's poetic talent is not weak, Ximen Xianxian, I am indeed not as good as that."

　　 "As for the martial arts test paper, all three subjects in this sub-subject are fully answered, which I did not expect."

　　 Li Yuanzhen said.

　　 "I was sloppy."

The third prince turned around and stared at Li Yuanzhen with a cold face. For a long time, a smile appeared on his exuberant face: "You... are still so casual, learning from your father, everything must be planned well. Don't underestimate the world."

　　 "His Royal Highness Xie for guidance, Yuanzhen is taught." Li Yuanzhen smiled.

　　 The three princes nodded: "For you, I am very relieved, but this time I didn't win the gold list. I really lost my face. This time, I must go all out and don't miss it again."

　　 "Hey."

　　 Li Yuanzhen made a slight contemplation.

　　 The third prince stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers grabbed a withered yellow leaf wrapped in the autumn wind.

　　 "This son of Fang Lang...the purple roots, the rare mutation roots, is beyond my Highness's expectations."

　　 "No wonder Jiang Linglong has been a blockbuster recently."

　　 "Yuan Zhen is well prepared. Although this child's cultivation is far from yours, you still cannot be taken lightly."

　　 The third prince narrowed his eyes, looked at the dead leaf in his hand, and said.

　　 The corners of the elegant man's mouth are slightly raised, the pear vortex is shallow, and the halo is scattered like a winter plum.

　　 He didn't speak, he seemed to disdain words, only to respond.

　　 "Let me guess, Fang Lang is not strong enough, so he can only grind his spear in the battle and fight in the palace test. Therefore, Wen Ting should be preparing to take Fang Lang to the'Monster Que Hunting Ground' for special training and practice under pressure."

"In this case, I should put more pressure on it. Order to let the students who are after the 500th gold list of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian all go to the hunting grounds. If anyone challenges and wins this, I will protect him. Ten major sects."

　　 "Special training should look like special training."

　　 The three princes laughed.

　　 "It's just right, I should also go to relax, so I went to see this...The poems were only shocked by half the world's gold leader."

　　 The words fall.

　　 The three princes brushed their fingers.

　　 The dead leaves shuddered in an instant, turning into a fine powder, floating and annihilated.

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　　 The ancient gates of Chang'an City opened slowly.

　　 Dozens of umbrella figures walked out from behind the city gate. They were the students after the 500th gold list of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian. For them, after the 500th gold list, they lost the list.

　　 Lost the opportunity to choose the sect, the future is unknowable.

　　 Now, the promise of the three princes has rekindled their hope.

　　 They want to try.

　　 challenged the first place in the civil and military gold list of this year's scientific examination.

　　 They subscribed to Fang Lang's poetic talent, but not necessarily to Fang Lang's strength.

　　 In Chang'an, they are not qualified to challenge those who are below the 500th gold list, but if they are in the demon-que hunting ground, it may not be impossible.

　　If Fang Lang can win, it will not only become a good story, but also get the promise of the three princes, why not?

　　 This is their rekindled hope, and they don’t want it to die easily.

　　咻咻咻!

　　 Under the leadership of the teaching, the students' swords in twos and threes rose up into the sky, stirring the air current, and galloping towards the demon-queuing hunting ground 300 miles away from the east of Chang'an.

　　 After the students disappeared.

　　 An extremely luxurious carriage drove out of the city slowly. The one who drove was a figure wrapped in a red robe and hood. The wheels crushed the dead leaves on the ground in front of Chang'an City and the aftermath of the autumn rain.

　　 In the respectful salute of the guards.

　　 The carriage came out of the city, trampled on its hoofs, leaped into the air, galloping between the rain curtains, and headed for the hunting ground of the demon three hundred miles away from Chang'an, as if to go on a hunt to cultivate sentiment.

　　 But I don’t know...

　　 It’s a beast or a human being.

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　　 Chang'an, Wu Wangfu.

　　 Deep courtyard.

　　 Zao Wou-ki stood respectfully outside the courtyard, with a stiff body and full of blood.

　　 The precarious autumn rain that made the sky fall, all twisted away in horror.

　　 In the courtyard, Princess Pei and Jiang Linglong are sitting in the house, sandalwood is lingering, and the fragrance of tea is permeated.

　　 Jiang Linglong dressed in neon clothes and made a cup of tea for Pei's.

　　 Pei's holding tea in both hands, while peeking at his daughter, while pecking at the edge of the cup, the clear tea moistened her throat ~www.ltnovel.com~ to make her long eyelashes tremble slightly.

　　 Pei is becoming more and more opaque to her own daughter, and her daughter becomes more and more like her father when she gets older, with unparalleled authority.

　　 And she always feels like a baby girl who has not grown up, in front of their father and daughter, she is always scared.

　　 "Ling'er, listen to Lao Zhao... Are you familiar with Fang Lang who is the number one in the gold list?"

　　 The princess coughed slightly and asked in a low voice.

　　 Jiang Linglong had a faint smile on her beautiful face. His beautiful eyes glanced at the probing old Zhao outside the courtyard, and the scared old Zhao trembled with a shock.

　　 Jiang Linglong's lips curled slightly: "Mother, Fang Lang has drawn the Sect Master Taihua's lotus sword, you say...Should the child deal with him? Should he protect him?"

　　Princess Pei couldn't help covering her mouth in surprise when she heard the words: "Are you a lotus in Taihua?"

　　 "Ah, then this little guy is amazing."

　　 "I will introduce it to my mother when I have time."

　　 Jiang Linglong couldn't help but caress her forehead, she, mother, what a person, always like this... innocent.

"Great."

The princess suddenly smiled and curled her eyes with interest, and said: "Ling'er, mother read that Xiaofang's poem for you. This is the first poem in his literary examination. It is actually better than Simon Xianxian who conquered Jiaofang. The poem is amazing!"

　　 Jiang Linglong pursed his lips and laughed, and the princess read the poem, and she listened quietly.

　　The sandalwood incense is long, and the autumn is lingering.

　　 Jiang Linglong looked at the loose and relaxing white clouds on the dome outside the courtyard, his red lips were slightly raised, and the beautiful eyes had different colors flowing.

　　 There is a woman looking forward to coming to Changan.

　　Looking at the time, Fang Lang should set foot in the Imperial Capital soon to fulfill the promise between them.

　　 I don't know what attitude this young sword-holder from Luojiang Town will set foot on Chang'an.

　　 She, really... I look forward to it.

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