Immediately afterwards, a red light shot into the sky at the entrance of Zhaoxuan Hall. It was as bright as blood, and a cold and strange aura splashed wantonly in the air.
"Yan Xiu!"
"Master Yan, what do you want to do? This is the Zhaoxuan Palace!"
"All the emperors of the Great Xia Dynasty rest here. Mr. Yan must not be impulsive!"
The courtiers who were already a little shocked were suddenly startled again by this voice, and their eyes quickly focused on Yan Xiu.
At this moment, Yan Xiu's eyes were flashing with a faint red light, and his whole body was wrapped in a swirling red aura. At his feet, the two spinning vortexes were even brighter red.
"Asura Road!"
"It's only been a few days, but the light red has turned into bright red?!"
"Asura Dao combines good and evil. Although it is a good path, the source of its power is anger. Yan Xiu was stimulated by Fang Zhengzheng's death. It was a lucky chance to advance to Asura Dao, but..."
"But how?"
"The time that Yan Xiu has entered the Shura Dao is too short. If he is too radical and his foundation is unstable, once he falls under the control of the Shura Dao and becomes an evil Shura... then it will be a great misfortune!"
"It is rare for the Great Xia Dynasty to have such a genius. He has already mastered the Shura Dao at the age of sixteen. We must not destroy him in one moment. Stop him quickly!"
The courtiers looked at Yan Xiu, whose eyes were glowing red, and became a little worried.
The other talents looked at this scene in front of them, and they were all shocked.
"Is this the Shura Way?"
"Sixteen-year-old Yan Xiu, ranked third in the literary test and mastered Shura, what an exaggeration!"
"With such strength, I am afraid that the three of us working together will not be his opponent, right?"
"It's really great."
While the talented people were discussing, Wu Feng's expression also became extremely embarrassed. Standing next to Yan Xiu, he naturally felt the powerful power deeply.
It was a breath that was like rising from hell, extremely cold and sharp. Even he had to step aside quickly.
"Yan Xiu!"
Following Wu Feng's rapid speed, several other talented people who ranked fifth to tenth on the literary list also retreated to one side quickly.
Only one person did not retreat.
He is Nangong Hao.
Nangong Hao was also standing beside Yan Xiu. It could be said that in terms of distance, he was closer than Wu Feng. But he allowed the red aura to rage around his body.
White clothes flow.
However, Nangong Hao's expression was not calm, and there was even a faint sparkle in his eyes. There was obviously a slight brightness in his eyes when he looked at Yan Xiu.
"Yan Xiu?"
Holy Master Lin Mubai waved his hand gently at this time.
A golden ray of light shot directly into Yan Xiu's forehead, suddenly. The red light in Yan Xiu's eyes dissipated, and the aura on his body slowly became calmer.
"Nephew Yanxian, if you are really concerned, you can come with me to Dianmo Tower to have a look!"
Yan Xiu's body trembled slightly, and his breath was instantly absorbed into his body. He looked at the Holy Lord Lin Mubai in front of him, and then at the shocked courtiers and talented people around him.
Finally nodded.
"Your Majesty, according to the rules of the announcement, after the announcement of the literary test, the rules of the martial test will be clarified... Do you want to move to Dian Mo Tower now?" The Minister of Rites saw Yan Xiu nodding. He also spoke.
"Guiju is dead, but people are alive. Go to Dian Mo Tower first."
"yes!"
…
Dianmo Tower, after decades of ups and downs, has long become a beautiful scenery in Yanjing City. I don’t know how many talented people have left deep memories here.
As time goes by, in addition to memories, there are also pens and inks left by talented people who have come and gone over the past few decades. That is the real value of Dianmo Tower.
And now. All memories and writings were turned into ashes.
The originally elegantly decorated Dianmo Building only had a few remaining and dilapidated stone pillars left, and all the wooden pavilions were turned into black dust.
In addition, there are burnt corpses among the ruins. Judging from their body shapes, most of them are girls, and there are also a few men.
Countless guards and sergeants surrounded the ruins, and bright spears were placed across the chests of the sergeants to prevent people from intruding.
And among the guards and sergeants.
The Holy Lord Lin Mubai, who was dressed in a golden dragon robe, was standing in front of the ruins, with a slightly solemn expression on his face. His eyes were constantly searching among the ruins.
The civil and military officials stood behind the Holy Lord Lin Mubai, all craning their necks to look at the once most famous gold-selling place in Yanjing City.
"Why did it burn like this?"
"There is absolutely no way to rebuild."
"Oh... what a pity."
All the civil and military officials sighed softly as they looked at the ruins in front of them. After all, there were a few of them who left wonderful memories among them.
"Father!" At this moment, a fiery red figure rushed over from a distance. In an instant, it made a hole in the sergeants and quickly arrived in front of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai.
"Pingyang is here." The Holy Master Lin Mubai nodded and stretched out his hand to smooth away Pingyang's flying hair.
"Where's Fang Zhengyi? Where is that guy?" Pingyang's little face was obviously anxious, and his eyes as clear as water looked at the Holy Master Lin Mubai expectantly.
The Holy Master Lin Mubai did not answer, but stood quietly on the spot.
Yan Xiu also stood on the body of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai. His face was very cold, very cold, as if it was covered with a layer of frost that had not melted for thousands of years.
Not long after, a guard wearing golden armor came to the Holy Lord Lin Mubai.
"Your Majesty, a total of thirty-six corpses were found inside, all burned to charcoal. Apart from roughly identifying men and women through their bones, it is almost impossible to determine their identities."
"Unable to determine the identity? What was the cause of the fire?" Holy Master Lin Mubai frowned slightly.
"It can only be judged that the fire burned from the inside out. According to normal standards, it should have been caused by a natural fire in the Dianmo Tower, not someone who set the fire from the outside." The golden armored guard concluded based on this.
"I know, back off."
"Yes!" The golden-armored guard responded and quickly retreated.
"Father, I heard that Fang Zhengzheng didn't go to the imperial edict today. Is it true?" Pingyang looked at the retreating golden-armored guard and asked again.
"Well, he did not come." The Holy Lord Lin Mubai nodded.
"This is impossible... No matter how courageous that guy is, he wouldn't dare not go to the Zhaoxuan Palace... Yan Xiu, is Fang Zhengzheng still sleeping in the inn? Answer me! Yan Xiu, why don't you speak?"
"Someone is coming!"
"exist!"
"Pass this princess order. We are looking for someone throughout Yanjing City. Even if we turn Yanjing City upside down, we must find Fang Zhengzheng. We must search all the mansions!"
"This is!"
…
Autumn is getting deeper. The air was slightly cool, winter was coming, and a drizzle fell from the sky, beating on the streets of Yanjing City.
Scattered figures flashed by on the street, or they were holding umbrellas. Or wearing coir raincoats, pedestrians and merchants gradually took refuge in teahouses and restaurants.
And the topics everyone talked about were all discussing a person's life and death.
That person is naturally Fang Zhengzheng.
As the leader of the literary test in this palace examination, and tied for first place with Nangong Hao, this was a time of supreme honor, but God was jealous of talents, and a fire destroyed him.
In Prince Duan's Mansion, it was dull compared to the past. Today is obviously going to be a lot more lively, with courtiers coming and going in and out of the mansion one after another.
In the study room, Duan Xinjue was dressed in fine clothes, carefully savoring the fragrant cup of green tea, with a smile on his lips.
"I used to only talk about the fragrance of green tea, but today this strong tea has an extraordinary taste!"
"His Royal Highness Duan Wang is happy. The taste of strong tea is naturally more suitable." A courtier heard Duan Xinjue's words and immediately flattered him.
"You are still too superficial. The thing that makes me happy is not what you think. Instead, my father has ordered that the place for military exercises be set in the Southern Mountains, and has sent the prince to oversee the army!"
"Congratulations to Your Highness, congratulations to Your Highness!"
"I would like to see it. How does the prince supervise the army? Hahaha..."
…
Of course, the Prince's Palace in the East Palace was equally as joyful as Prince Duan's Palace. There were more courtiers, and there was almost an endless stream of people getting off the sedan chairs. Everyone was holding a pot of flowers and trees in their hands, with different varieties and shapes.
And in the meeting hall of the Prince's Mansion in the East Palace. Countless courtiers are discussing matters intensively.
Zuo Xiangyu Yiping sat at the head of the table, his expression extremely indifferent, his eyes slightly squinted, but from time to time, faint lights flashed through them.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been appointed to supervise the army this time, so he will take advantage of the opportunity to seize military power in one fell swoop!"
"No, most of the military sects are under the wing of King Duan. If they seize power rashly before their wings are removed, they may cause a mutiny. Moreover, with the power that His Highness the Crown Prince has today, whether or not to take over the military power will not affect the overall situation for the time being."
"Lord Liu is absolutely right. However, this opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It would be a pity to miss it. I believe that when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince goes to the Southern Mountains to supervise the army this time, he can temporarily cut off King Duan's wings and save them for future use! "
"Master Wang is right!"
While the courtiers were discussing one by one, a figure had already walked into the door.
"How can Prince Duan not think of things that all the adults can think of? I think Prince Duan may have already made arrangements when he was ordered to send troops this time. His Highness the Crown Prince may be in danger when he goes to the Southern Mountains this time!" As soon as the figure arrived, the voice started to rise. It also rang.
Dressed in black official uniform, it was Su Qing.
"Danger? Su Qing, what do you mean by this? Does Prince Duan still dare to kill his brother?"
"Lord Wang, do you think there is nothing wrong with killing your brother... in the struggle for power?" Su Qing's face did not change at all when he heard the question. Instead, he had a plain smile.
"You...according to what you said, it's still impossible to go to the Southern Mountains?"
"Of course you can go, but His Royal Highness needs to make some preparations if he wants to go to the Southern Mountains. Otherwise, if something changes, the consequences will be unpredictable."
"Master Su, do you have any suggestions?" Upon hearing Su Qing's words, Prince Lin Tianrong gently put down the pot of flowers and trees in his hand and turned around to look over.
“If you want to take, give first!”
…
While Prince Duan's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion in the East Palace were very busy, there were figures running fast in the rain in Yanjing City.
As fast as a ghost.
In Pingyang Mansion, a sharp cry sounded, and a bird and beast with snow-white wings and a body like an eagle soared into the sky, fluttering its wings in the drizzle, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the distance.
In an inn in Yanjing City, Yan Xiu stood in front of the inn window, quietly looking up at the raindrops falling from the sky.
"Sir, everyone has been sent out. The letter to Xiliang has also been sent. However, it will take at least ten days to send the letter to Xiliang and from Xiliang to Yanjing."
"Yeah." Yan Xiu nodded.
"But Young Master... In five days, the martial arts test will begin."
"I know."
"Young Master... I told you before I went out that no matter what happens, Young Master must pass this palace examination."
"I will, don't worry."
"Master..."
"Uncle Tie, I want to watch the rain alone for a while."
"Subordinates resign!"
…
The rain in Yanjing City was not heavy, but it was very long. The rain continued intermittently for five days, forming shallow streams of water in the middle of the streets.
The much-anticipated final martial arts test of the palace examination has officially begun.
However, the one person who attracted everyone's attention never appeared. Just like the Dianmo Tower that had been burned to ashes, it disappeared in an instant.
At the gate of Yanjing City, a hundred thousand troops stood silently in the rain, a dense mass of darkness, receiving the baptism of drizzle like a dark cloud. The black armor was stained with rainwater, but the body was still strong.
One hundred thousand troops were arranged in a huge rectangle.
The huge rectangle is divided into a total of twenty-nine small rectangles and one large rectangle.
Each column of small rectangles is composed of two thousand sergeants, and in front of each small rectangle is a leader on horseback.
They are the top thirty talents in this imperial examination.
Of course, there are only twenty-nine people arriving today, and one person is missing.
Twenty-nine talented men each led two thousand sergeants. Behind them, there was a huge phalanx composed of 42,000 sergeants.
On top of the city gate, the Holy Lord Lin Mubai, wearing a suit of armor engraved with golden dragons and cloud patterns, glanced at the sergeants and talents standing quietly in the drizzle, with a solemn expression on his face.
"Your Majesty, the time is coming!" Wei Eunuch reminded in a low voice at this time.
"Well..." Holy Master Lin Mubai nodded, then looked up at the dark sky, as if saying to himself: "What a bold guy, why don't you come?"
"Your Majesty, are you thinking about Mr. Fang?"
"Yes, I always feel that he is not that easy to die. He didn't die even when the Shengtian world was so dangerous. He didn't die even when the Canghai world was so dangerous. He died just by touching the Mo Tower?"
(The update time is a little late in the past two days. In fact, friends who understand should know that I don’t want this to happen, because it will lose perfect attendance. However, the layout is always very nerve-wracking to write, so I would rather go slower. , I have to wait until I have completely thought it through before writing. Tomorrow is Monday, and I want to rush to the category recommendation list. I haven’t topped the list for a long time. It happens that there is a recommendation on Wednesday, so I will rush together. At twelve o’clock in the evening, Please give me your recommendation vote, and the reward is that as long as you are on the list, I will update twice on Monday, and I will try to update three times a day on Wednesday and Thursday!) (To be continued.)