Ask Sword

"Master."

Chai Cuiqiao looked at Li Ang worriedly, and immediately brought a washbasin towel, and wiped off the cold sweat on Li Ang's face with hot water.

She could see the uncomfortable expression on Li Ang's face, not because of the noisy congratulations in the yard, but the physical pain.

Li Ang rubbed the center of his brows vigorously, heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly sat up from the bed.

‘The black silk thread lurking in my brain—let’s call it black thread for now, functions as a spiritual bridge, connecting the broken spiritual veins at both ends of the brain. '

Li Ang thought silently, 'Because of this, I was able to bypass the hexagram restriction of [Skull Break Sword], complete the initial introduction of spiritual energy, and break through to the state of feeling energy.

But the question is, what exactly is Mosi?

What is its function and harm? '

Mosi was taken out by Jiao Cheng from the Tomb of Sword Immortal Clothes. Jiao Cheng and his group all died in the burrow, and the information they had collected before was nowhere to be found.

'At that time, I left in a hurry, and I didn't have time to carefully observe what else was in the whole underground palace, such as the books left by the sword fairy.

And now, the crypt under the ghost city must have been discovered by the Zhen Fusi, and maybe it is already being excavated intensively.

It is impossible to go back there and search for clues again. '

Li Ang's thoughts changed sharply. Because the monks in the former Sui Dynasty abused different types, they not only used alienated objects to assist their practice,

There is even a magic way that directly implants the alienated object into the body and integrates it with the alienated object—through special rituals, people can directly obtain the special ability of the alienated object,

And there is no original limit, and the strength can be greatly enhanced.

The only negative effect is that monks will gradually lose their humanity, be infected and assimilated by alienated objects, and degenerate into [demons].

At the end of the former Sui Dynasty, more and more reckless monks caused great harm to the people, which directly led to the collapse of the former Sui Dynasty and opened up an extremely cruel and chaotic world.

Once bitten, twice shy,

Xuegong and Yuguo are extremely cautious about alienated objects, and it can even be said that they have overcorrected.

Any act of implanting alienated objects into the body will be associated with [magic] and is firmly not allowed.

Even if the leg is broken, if you want to connect it with an alienated object, you will be highly suspicious.

Because of this, the progress of human body medicine in Yu State is slow - monks rarely get sick, and they rarely dissect the human body to study the principles of human body functions.

If Mosi was discovered by the school, I don't know how to deal with it.

Li Ang took a deep breath, loosened the pain between his brows, which gradually became less painful, and smiled at the worried Chai Cuiqiao, "I'm fine."

Chai Cuiqiao could still see Li Ang's worries, but Li Ang didn't want to talk about it, so she nodded, "...um."

"By the way, why is the water hot?"

Li Ang casually pointed to the hot water in the washbasin and asked, they had just returned home and hadn't had time to boil the hot water yet.

"Oh, the hot water is poured from a black wooden bottle."

From the corner of the room, Chai Cuiqiao took out a wooden bottle that was somewhat similar to the thermos bottle in Li Ang's memory from another world, "This is it. Miss Lin Lang sent it."

This wooden bottle is an insulated pot. It is a product sold to Chang'an by the Baimin barbarians in Beiwu. It can keep hot water for a long time. The market is very good, presumably there must be powerful support behind it.

Li Ang wanted to buy one when he was in Weizhou. He wiped the cold sweat off his body with a hot towel, and fell asleep without worrying about his worries.

When I woke up in a blink of an eye, it was already night outside the window,

There was a noisy sound in the courtyard, Song Shaoyuan knocked on the door and said, "Risheng, get up quickly, the academy has announced the rankings, and the palace carriage is probably coming soon."

"Here we come."

Li Ang took a breath, and with the help of Chai Cuiqiao, he changed into brand new clothes and pushed the door out.

In the courtyard were not only Song Shaoyuan, Zhai Yiming and others, but also Ji Linglang and Yang Yu.

"Brother Li!"

As soon as they met, Yang Yu clasped his hands happily and said, "Mr. Yang is really lucky to be able to meet Brother Li, and to be blessed with Brother Li."

"Qiro, have you passed the exam?"

Seeing the happy expression on Yang Yu's face, Li Ang subconsciously asked.

"Seven hundred and twenty-one."

Yang Yu flicked his sleeves and said sternly, "The last one is worthy of the line."

"congratulations!"

Li Ang cupped his hands sincerely for Daoxi, and turned to look at Ji Linglang who was smiling slightly.

"Four hundred and three."

Ji Linglang smiled and said, "It's fine if you can live."

In the final examination of 2,500 people, only 600 or 700 people will be taken.

Among them, Li Ang, Ji Linglang, and Yang Yu who took the final exam successfully passed the exam, and Yong Hongzhong, who was relatively close, also passed the exam smoothly.

Yang Yu knew what Li Ang wanted to ask, so he waved his hand directly, and asked the servant to bring a roll of wide paper with wet ink on it.

"This is the specific ranking that was just extracted from the Suzaku Gate notice board."

Yang Yu said: "This ranking is not only the final exam, but also the previous two exams."

On the paper, the first and second are Li Ang from Jizhou and He Fanshuang from Youzhou, the third is Pei Jing from Chang'an, and the fourteenth is Yong Hongzhong. In addition, the familiar name is Qiu Feng, the daughter of the imperial doctor.

I didn't see that Qiu Jinghuan, so I guess he failed the exam.

"The school has been established for three hundred years, and no one in Weizhou has ever won the first prize. It is the first time for you, Risheng."

Ji Linglang said with a smile: "When you enter the imperial city to face the saint later, His Majesty will definitely ask you a question as usual. Have you decided what poem to write?"

"this"

Li Ang opened his mouth, almost forgetting about this.

According to the usual practice in previous years, when the emperor held a banquet to meet the disciples of the academy, he would select the champions and those who were pleasing to the eye to ask questions, and asked the students to compose a few colorful poems and recite a few magnificent Fu.

If the emperor himself had a more easy-going personality, he might even take a pipa to accompany him to show the harmony between the emperor and his subjects.

"I'm not good at writing poetry."

Li Ang shook his head and smiled wryly, he really couldn't,

You can't go up and chant "When autumn comes and September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The fragrance of the sky will penetrate Chang'an, and the city will be full of golden armor", right?

Is this a little bit.

"If it's really not possible, you can still perform other talents, just go through the motions."

Yang Yu thought about it: "Risheng, can you sing and dance?"

I can rap, okay?

Li Ang scratched his head, he was the best at surgery, how about performing a dissection of a mouse in front of the palace for the emperor?

"How difficult is it?"

While everyone was struggling, Yan Lin's eldest son smiled and took out a stack of old paper from his arms, "Little Doctor Li, this is a poem you wrote before and asked me to keep it for you."

"Um?"

Li Ang took the stack of paper, on which were written many poems in different styles and handwriting.

He looked up at Yan Lin's eldest son, and immediately realized that Yan's family knew that he couldn't write poems, so they sent all the poems that the literati in the Duke's mansion usually saved. That's fine.

They are all their own people, and they will not go out to spread the word.

"Thank you Yan Dalang."

Li Ang coughed, took the poem and looked at it carefully.

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"Auntie."

The evening wind was slightly cold, and Princess Guanghua, Li Leling, came to the Liangyi Hall of Taiji Palace under the umbrella held up by the maids (with a windproof talisman attached to the umbrella surface).

"Le Ling,"

Empress Xue, who was sitting and chatting with her son Li Hui in the side hall of the Liangyi Hall, stood up, stepped forward, and held Li Leling's cold palm distressedly, "Why did you come back? Doctor Qiu said that the evening wind blows too much. You are not well."

"Today is the final exam in the academy. It's quite lively after watching the results for a while. Where's Aye?"

Li Leling coquettishly flirted in her mother's arms for a while, then straightened up a little, and bowed to her fourth brother Li Hui who had the same father and mother.

"Aye is discussing with the head of the mountain, brother, uncle, and ministers in the main hall."

Fourth prince Li Hui said with a smile.

"Isn't there going to be a banquet to meet the disciples of the school soon?"

Li Leling glanced curiously into the main hall of Liangyi Hall, only to see the emperor pointing hard at the desktop map with a serious face,

Beside him stood the head of the mountain, the crown prince, Zhongshu Ling Xue Ji (also the elder brother of Empress Xue), Zhong Dongfang Lu, the servant under the door, and Pei Su, the left servant of the Shangshu.

A group of people were discussing something in deep voices, and they could vaguely hear words like "use of soldiers" and "malaria".