"The twelfth..."

Li Buzhuo closed the book directly and returned it to Bai You, asking, "Have this thing been arranged accurately in previous years?"

"According to the results of the government test results in previous years, there are still some accuracy. It is said that few of them will fail in the top ten Tibetan dragon scores, otherwise I wouldn't have spent this spare money to buy it." Bai You took the Tibetan dragon score, "Why don't you read it?"

"After all, we have to do our best. The more we see, the more we worry, the more we worry." Li Buzhuo said.

Bai You touched his chin and sighed: "This is reasonable. The more I see, the more I think of these three thousand people, the only thirty-five people in the palace test, I have become less and less confident. It's better to throw this thing away."

Li Buzhuo laughed and said, "Don't, the book writers have found me so clearly. Some places are so meticulous that I have never thought about. The connections to be used behind this are quite large, and I guess they are not cheap to buy."

"It's not cheap, eight silver croakers are worth going to Fuyuefang for a flower wine." Bai You smashed his mouth and savored it. He felt that this month he was a Taoist priest who had been practicing the supreme love. He didn't know how long he had been spoiling the young ladies. I guess he would have to have a few new young children these days. Although he had a engagement and was strictly forbidden to break his body at home, he could not do anything else. It would be good to kiss and rub the lazy white pigeons.

Damn, he ran away again. Bai You patted his temples, cursed inwardly, and put away his mood.

"Then don't throw it away. The truth is understandable. On the contrary, it means knowing yourself and your enemy will never be defeated. After all, it's up to the conclusion based on the results of the announcement. You should keep this thing."

Li Buzhuo took the Tibetan Jiao Chart and stuffed it into Bai You's arms. This ranking has no anti-theft measures and is not protected by the Constitution of the Heavenly Palace. It will spread soon. The price plummeted. The price is expensive, and it is the first-hand resource. It may not be used, but it will be a pity to throw it away.

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Bai You took the Tibetan Jiaoqian to communicate with Kou Qian's two friends. Li Buzhuo wandered around the Holy Academy alone. The Holy Academy was extremely large. The huge and magnificent Seven Holy Temples on the 99-story steps were close to each other, and there were large and dense towers.

Thousands of people flocked in, and for the Holy Academy, Li Buzhuo walked among the corridors for a while, but fewer and fewer people were around him.

The hermits in the Holy Academy seemed very tolerant of the candidates for the examination. A female Guan who was painting in a rockery pond saw Li Buzhuo and stopped writing to guide Li Buzhuo's architectural layout.

The light at the time of Si refracted among the stacked black eaves and tiles. The buds and flowers bloomed everywhere in the courtyard. When Li Buzhuo came to the Tingxue Pavilion in the Holy Courtyard, the surroundings were already very quiet and there was almost no one.

Looking at the Li Buzhuo Viewing Pavilion, who was built ten steps away from the building, he saw two lines of words on the wall, and walked over.

I saw the unrestrained handwriting on the white wall:

The saints do not worship, and the gods and Buddhas do not seek.

Three feet of cold iron, a few rotten corks.

"The saints do not worship, and the gods and Buddhas do not seek. Three feet of cold iron, a few rotten corks. Good words, good swords, good spirits." Li Buzhuo immediately slapped the scabbard that he did not bring to his waist and praised him.

This word is gathered and dispersed, with arrogance and free content, which means that you do not seek saints or gods and Buddhas, but only seek it from the three-foot sword weapon in your hand.

The last word "rotten cord" is the essence. The silk thread on the hilt of the sword is soaked in sweat and decayed. How sincere is this to be so good at swords.

Li Buzhuo couldn't help but look closer. The two lines of iron and silver hooks were painted with iron and silver hooks, with high momentum, as if sword energy immediately emerged from it.

"I don't know who the word is written by, and there is no name on the wall and no title, so I can't find the source."

Li Buzhuo was thinking, and suddenly someone heard from the side.

"This is a bad post." Someone said.

Li Buzhuo followed the voice and turned to look. He saw that the ritual ceremony held today was a few steps behind him. He also looked straight at the words on the wall and said, "This is left by Mo Yuliu of the Sword Sect. There is amazing sword energy in the words."

Li Buzhuo felt a little moved when he heard this. He had never heard of the name Mo Yuliu, but just looking at this bad post, you will know that he must be extraordinary in the swordsmanship.

"I have seen the elder of the rituals." Li Buzhuo gave the rituals to the rituals and found that the tracing of the traenting traenting was of consideration.

The head of the ritual ritual walked to the Tingxue Pavilion and said to Li Buzhuo: "Today, Changmu Shangzun arrived here and saw you when he was watching the ritual ceremony. You were going to cancel your qualification for the examination. Qingchen Shangjun turned against Changmu Shangzun on the spot and saved you."

Li Buzhuo was slightly stunned and surprised.

As Yang Lian's identity, Xumen has not dealt with completely before, so it is impossible for him to deal with him as a boy Qi Refiner in person. Most of the time, they just met him by chance and would slap and suppress him.

Although he did it casually, Li Buzhuo's status was like a mosquito and a flies. Yang Lian's casual palm was enough to slap Li Buzhuo without the opportunity to turn over. With Yang Lian's status, a casual word could make Li Buzhuo lose his qualification for the examination.

Unexpectedly, such an unstoppable disaster occurred in the calm ceremony. Li Buzhuo was afraid and grateful to the examiner who had not yet appeared. The examiner of this examination was Yanhai Pavilion Shangjun, who was in the third rank. In the minds of the candidates, it was a existence that was over half of the sky in the examination, but for Yang Lian, the third rank official was not enough.

Sun Qingchen was willing to turn against Yang Lian directly for the candidate Li Buzhuo, whom he had never met. This kind of righteousness made people admire Li Buzhuo.

Before the examination began, the chief examiner did not meet the candidates in order to avoid suspicion, Li Buzhuo gave a deep bow to the Chief of the Sacrifice and said, "Please thank you for your thanks to me. This kind of kindness will be remembered in my heart.

The head of the ritual looked at Li Buzhuo for a while and finally nodded, "It's a rare opportunity to try the house, so cherish it very much. If you are fascinated by this bad book, you can copy it and go back to observe it."

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When he left the Holy Court, Li Buzhuo used his pen and ink to print a piece of the rotten silk thread on Tingxue Pavilion and took him home. There were still a few days left before the test. The word "Saint Word" sword had stagnated and could not be digested. The two extraordinary meridians of Shen Mai and Zhaohai were deduced with sword seeds, but it was not a matter of time to truly open it up.

At present, there are not many aspects that Li Buzhuo can focus on improving.

"If I can understand the artistic conception in this bad post, my swordsmanship can be further improved."

The carriage was approaching Mati Lane. Li Buzhuo looked at the rubbings in his hand, thinking in his mind, lifted the corner of the curtain and looked back, and saw a man in gray following more than ten feet away, following him like a shadow.

"This man has followed me since he left the Holy Academy. If it is not good for me, it will not be so obvious. If I have something to do with me, why not come up directly?" Li Buzhuo frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!