Chapter 21 Is This a Trial?

Chapter 21 Is This a Trial?

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain. What a sight this is." Wen Jijiu lost his composure a little

"Teacher, please continue reading."

"The road is filled with fragrance from the BMW and carved carriages, the sound of phoenix flutes is rippling, the light of jade pots is turning, and fish and dragons are dancing all night! If this poem was written by this boy, he must be an immortal who has descended to earth!"

The deputy chief priest smiled bitterly and said, "That's what you heard from Bai Yujing last time."

Wen Jijiu was a little embarrassed, so he pretended not to hear and continued reading.

"The moth is like a golden thread of snow willow, with smiles and faint fragrance. I have searched for him among the crowd for a thousand times, but when I look back, he is standing in the dim light. Why, why is this great man not in our academy?"

If it weren't for his disciples, Wen Jijiu would have wanted to hold his head and cry. He had wasted too much time on the path of cultivation in order to study, and he was afraid that he would never reach the state of perfection in this life.

But now, looking back, he found that any lyric written by someone he had never heard of was so high that he could never even reach the end of it in his lifetime. This gap was hard for him to accept.

After finishing the Qingyu Case, Zhao Yushu shook his hands and looked at the incense stick which was about a quarter of the stick left. Oh, it must be very tiring after writing for so long. Can I hand in the paper early? If not, can I sit for a while?

After thinking about it for a long time, a bell rang and the old face of Wen Jijiu reappeared on the water curtain: "The time has come. Those who still have the bamboo slips in front of them, follow me into the building, and the rest of you can go back."

The water curtain disappeared with a splash. Before it disappeared, Zhao Yushu felt that Wen Jijiu glanced at him.

Oh, I forgot to look at the bamboo slips. Lao Zhao lowered his head quickly. The shadow of the bamboo slips was still there. Then, with a snap, the bamboo slips closed and floated above his head.

Oh, good, I passed the exam

But have you graded the papers? Is it finalized now? Is there something fishy going on?

"Dad, Mom, I am such an unfilial child!" "I got it! I got it! Haha, I got it!"

Suddenly, there were people crying, laughing, kneeling, and jumping in the square. Zhao Yushu wanted to grab the man next to him who was yelling that he had won the lottery, slap him in the face, and curse: "Damn beast, what did you win?"

“Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!” Wang Yuan ran over and grabbed his hand: “I passed the exam!”

I saw it, the bamboo slips are floating above your head

"Congratulations! Where's Brother Ouyang?"

The two looked around and saw Ouyang Wen sitting on the ground, crying with his head in his hands. Strangely, there was a bunch of bamboo slips on his head.

Zhao Yushu was about to step forward when Wang Yuan stopped him and said, "Let him cry for a while. Brother Ouyang's father died early, and his widowed mother did business alone to support his studies. Although the family is quite wealthy, he is still being watched by his uncles and aunts. This time he passed the imperial examination, which can finally make his mother proud."

"Then let's not disturb him and go in first."

The door of the teaching building opened, and scholars with a bunch of bamboo slips on their heads entered one after another. Zhao Yushu stepped over the threshold and felt a flash of light in front of his eyes.

"I crossed again?"

From outside the door, I could clearly see that there was a hall inside, but once I walked in, it turned out to be such a magnificent place!

Moreover, there were so many scholars who came in together, but none of them were there at this moment, which made Lao Zhao a little panicked.

There seemed to be a treasure house in front of Old Zhao. Piles of gold bricks and silver ingots filled half of the room. Various rare treasures shining with various colors were everywhere. This reminded Zhao Yushu of the treasure house of Prince Fu that he had seen in the memory of Jade Rat that day.

"Huh? Is this the treasure room of the academy?" A smiling young scholar suddenly appeared beside Zhao Yushu, fanning himself and looking around curiously.

"Brother, have we come to the wrong place?" It was rare for Lao Zhao to meet someone, so he hurried over to chat.

"Maybe, but maybe this is our chance."

"Chance? What kind of chance is this?"

The young man did not answer, but walked to a sword on a wooden stand and said, "Look at this sword. Even though it is in the sheath, it still cannot hide its sharpness. There are several blood lines hidden under the wooden color of the hilt. It is obviously a blood-drinking weapon, at least a mid-level Xuan-level sword."

A mid-level Xuan-level treasure? Zhao Yushu was stunned, remembering that in Prince Fu's treasure house, Hei Yi said that the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains was a heaven-level treasure. Is this how the cultivation world classifies treasures?

"Uh, what does this have to do with us?"

"What does it matter?" The young man sneered, "Brother, haven't you heard that the greatest treasure in the world belongs to those who are destined to get it? Since the academy lets us in here, it means we can take whatever we want."

You little cutie, what kind of bandit logic is this?

Zhao Yushu shook his head: "This is the academy's property. I only know that taking it without asking is stealing. Even if it is really given to us, we have to ask the chief priest before taking it."

The young man laughed: "Even if he doesn't give it to us, can't we take it? There are so many treasures, we can just take a few and leave. The world is so big, there is no place we can't go."

Zhao Yushu's eyes turned cold and he became alert. This scholar is a little too bold.

Unexpectedly, the young man turned his head and his eyes were also very cold: "My dear brother, in your heart, is the academy more important than your life?"

Is he threatening me that if I don't join him, he will kill me? Where does he get the courage? Is he a monk?

"Yes, I am a cultivator from the third level of the outer world." As if seeing through his thoughts, the young man showed a layer of light: "We are all destined to be here together. I will give you another chance. Which is more important, the academy or your life?"

Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes slightly, always feeling that something was wrong. In this academy, how dare you, a mere third-level cultivator, kill people and steal treasures?

So Zhao Yushu stepped forward and said, "It doesn't matter who is more important. You shouldn't take other people's things. This is the law of the world. If you want to take it, I will stop you. This is my law."

"This has nothing to do with you. Forget it. If you don't want it, just get out. Why are you stopping me?" The young man was a little angry.

"I have been admitted to the academy. Maybe the things in the academy will be mine in the future."

The young man was stunned. How could this person be more shameless than himself and act so righteously?

"You've been a fool all this time. I've wasted so much time talking to you. Humph," the young man cursed and walked away.

"Stop, I think there's something wrong with you. You have to come with me to see the chief priest!" Although the young man's logic was strange, Zhao Yushu didn't intend to let him go. If such a vicious and bold villain hated him, he would have a hard time in the academy in the future.

Who would have thought that this person seemed to be walking slowly, but he could not catch up with him at all. After a few breaths, the young man pushed open a door and walked out. Zhao Yushu was not in a hurry to retract his legs, so he bumped into him headfirst.

The gauze danced, the water vapor was thick, and there seemed to be the sound of splashing water coming from not far away, mixed with a vague but somewhat charming smile

bathroom?

Weird!

The first time I entered the so-called treasure house, it could be explained as an accident, but what the hell was this time I walked through the door and went directly into the bathroom? Who would put a treasure house and a bathroom together?

Who the hell is targeting me?

Zhao Yushu walked forward cautiously. After a while, his eyes widened and his face turned red.

A woman's underwear was lying on the ground.

Looking up and forward, behind the veil hanging in the air, there seems to be a large bathing pool, and a beautiful body is vaguely visible in the bathing pool, posing in various seductive postures.

Lao Zhao felt a little hot in his nasal cavity. It must be because he ate too much good food recently and got a sore throat.

"Who?" As if she heard some noise behind her, the woman in the bathtub stopped moving, turned her head and shouted softly, with a hint of fear in her voice.

There was a famous joke in my previous life. If you were a hotel waiter and one day you accidentally opened a room and saw a naked woman inside, what would you do?

You want to mess with me, right? Old Zhao sneered.

"I'm sorry, sir. I went to the wrong door." The door closed with a click, and Lao Zhao disappeared.

The woman in the bathtub blinked her eyes. What's wrong? What kind of script is this? Why is it different from the one I got? Young Master? Who are you calling Young Master? Is it because my voice is not charming enough or my figure is not good enough?