Dao fruit.

"You...what are you talking about?"

The guard froze in place at first, then showed surprise, and finally a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

"What I'm talking about, you know it in your heart. You never treat a disease, hurry up sooner rather than later. When it's late, there will only be a critical illness notice." Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a wave of genuine energy in his body, he shook the guard's hand. After going out, a continuous force surged out, forcing him back two steps!

"Hmm!" The guard stopped in his tracks and looked at Qiu Yan in amazement, but his heart was overwhelmed. Although he didn't know what a "notice" was, the rushing energy in his body made him tremble with fear. He didn't know it yet. I kicked the iron board!

"This Qiu Yan is actually a practitioner! This kung fu is extremely proficient! These forces flow through the viscera. If I hold back even a little bit, my viscera will be severely injured and secretly injured. I can't help myself!"

Thinking of this, he immediately understood that Qiu Yan was warning him. Beads of sweat rolled down, and the guard looked at Qiu Yan blankly, without saying a word.

But he was stunned, which immediately dissatisfied the examinees behind Qiu Yan.

"What's going on? Are you still searching?"

"What is this army doing? It's delayed, what should I do?"

"That's right, with so many people, is it still possible to check?"

……

These commotions drew an inspector over. He was about to ask, but the officer came back to his senses, first glanced carefully at Qiu Yan, then said a few words to the official, and then came back without saying anything. After searching, let Qiu Yan go directly.

Qiu Yan tidied up his clothes, and when he passed by the guard, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder, whispering: "The strength I keep in your body can shake the viscera, which is good for you. Take a sip of water and spit it out after a quarter of an hour, then you will know the truth, and then I have something to ask you."

After the words fell, Qiu Yan calmly stepped inside without waiting for the other party to respond.

Seeing Qiu Yan's back when he left, the guard was still in shock, feeling the strength flowing through his body, muttering to himself, and then a bitter feeling appeared in his mouth, recalling Qiu Yan's words, he walked to the side, Picked up a bowl of water on the table.

The examinees who had been waiting for a long time became noisy again at this time.

The guard glared at him: "What are you arguing about? What are you arguing about? Come here one by one!" As soon as he finished speaking, he swallowed saliva, held it in his mouth, and then walked over.

The name of this officer is Wang He, he was originally a warrior, he practiced martial arts since he was a child, he took the path of foreign boxing, and practiced family-inherited exercises, but their family has long been ruined since it was passed down to this generation.

Familiar boxing is the most harmful to the body. It needs food and medicinal supplements to maintain the body, but Wang He's family can't afford these, so he can only practice hard. Having fallen to the root of his illness, he wanted to make some military exploits on the battlefield, but in the end, he came to the capital and became a trumpeter.

The stabbing pain in the ribs that Qiu Yan mentioned before is the root of the disease, so it can be suppressed. Now Wang He took a sip of water and continued to search while thinking secretly. After a quarter of an hour, he found the corner, He spit it out in one mouthful, looked intently, and his heart skipped a beat.

I saw that saliva was as black as ink, exuding a stench!

"This is..." Although Wang He was only an officer in the number one army, he had some experience in martial arts, and soon realized that it was the impurities in his body that had been excreted!

"It was Qiu Yan's strength that vibrated the viscera and helped me expel the impurities in my body? I was disrespectful to him just now, why did he still help me? Could it be that he wanted to learn something from me?"

Wang He was not stupid, and quickly figured out the key point. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. After spitting out the black water, he could obviously feel that his body was much lighter and his spirit became more vigorous.

However, after this, he fell into a conflict in his heart, and he didn't know how to deal with it, and then a sudden stabbing pain in his rib dispelled all the worries!

"Not good! Then Qiu Yan must have kept some secret hands? No, no, he doesn't need to keep secret hands. As long as he doesn't eradicate my disease, it will be enough for me to have a headache."

With such thoughts in mind, Wang He still had to suppress his thoughts and go to search the candidates behind him, but he seemed a little absent-minded. Fortunately, he was not the only one in this search, and he was replaced soon after.

Although he wanted to find Qiu Yan now to find out, but the job of the examination room guard was far from that simple. He had to obey the transfer and was not allowed to act casually. He could only enter the examination room after all the candidates were seated.

………………

The word "tribute" in the Gongyuan originally meant that the lower level should contribute to the higher level. Putting it here means collecting talents from all over the world and recommending them to the imperial court and the emperor.

Candidates who can reach this stage are not easy to put everywhere, but there is still a hurdle. Only after passing the general examination can they jump the dragon's gate.

"This tribute courtyard is really not small."

Qiu Yan walked forward along the long corridor, seemingly casually, but it was not easy. There were guards watching everywhere along the way, and they were to be taken to different areas of the examination room according to the different areas they belonged to.

However, everyone's route is still the same at the moment, and they all have to go to the main hall of literature first.

The Wentang is empty and occupies a large area, but it is not used by people, but is used to enshrine the clay sculptures of sages, so it is also called the Confucian Temple.

However, no matter how big the temple was, one hall could not accommodate a thousand people. Therefore, when candidates such as Qiu Yan were led to the square outside the temple, they had to stop and watch from afar.

There were also people standing in the Confucian Temple, but they were not examinees, but examiners.

From a distance, Qiu Yan could see several figures standing in the hall, but the leading man looked a bit lonely. Standing there, there was a vague gap between him and the others. In the crowd, it still gives people a feeling of loneliness.

"That person should be the chief examiner of this exam, Wang Fu and Wang Xiangguo, and there are several fellow examiners beside him. Just looking at the atmosphere, there may be disturbances in this exam."

Inside the Confucian Temple, there are several examiners standing, facing the clay sculptures in the temple at this time, worshiping.

In the temple, only one clay sculpture is sacrificed.

The most holy teacher.

From ancient times to the present, the Confucianists who have been handed down all take it as the source, follow the rituals as the order, and then change in ever-changing ways, but all changes remain the same.

"In the previous life on the earth, there was also literature and Taoism, and the name of Confucianism has been passed down for thousands of years. The humanity of this world is still based on this. Even the sages and sages can vaguely find one or two traces in my previous life. I don't know what is in it. The reason, these thoughts, have always been buried in the bottom of my heart, but in the past, people spoke lightly, and it was useless to think too much, but after trying it, you can step up the steps and understand another human way, but you don’t know when you will be able to touch the secret behind it.”

When Qiu Yan was thinking about it, many candidates gathered around, and the officer who led the way saw that there were almost no more people, so he opened his mouth and said——

"Worship the saint!"

Qiu Yan bowed down along with the others, and at the same time restrained his mind, eliminating all kinds of distracting thoughts and making his mind clear.

However, when he bent down, the situation suddenly changed, and an invisible aura enveloped him, and before he could react, it penetrated his body!

boom!

Qiu Yan sensed the roar, and was about to resist it, when a grand idea oppressed him, majestic and majestic!

"This is……"

The flesh and blood body was oppressed almost solidified in an instant, making it difficult to move!

The divine body thousands of miles away is controlled by a unified consciousness, intending to use the divine power to transmit it into the cave in the soul, but immediately thinks of the secrets of the Gongyuan, the human way denounces the gods, and stops for a while, and then there is a strange light and shadow surging in the bottom of my heart Come up, vague and full of thoughts!

This is the light and shadow from the flesh and blood body!

Boom!

In the distance, there was a crackling sound from the foot of the stove mountain, followed by cheers from a girl.

In the recent days, the voice that troubled Qiu Yan could not attract his attention at this moment, and his mind was completely immersed in this light and shadow.

At the same time, the flesh and blood body was tingling all over, and the soul and xudan trembled respectively, as if they were being held by someone, they were about to be pulled, and flew out of the body!

These two things are the foundation of the way of life, how can Qiu Yan let it go, his mind changed, and a firm will enveloped him, and he fixed the soul and the emptiness.

But at the next moment, the blurred and changing light and shadow in his heart gradually became clear, it was not a clear scene, but a kind of light and shadow similar to thoughts and thoughts, presented in Qiu Yan's heart!

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yan understood the meaning it represented.

"In the past, many people said that after practicing supernatural powers, the imperial examination will have a great impact, but the specific impact and performance have not been clearly stated. Now that the test is coming soon, when I worship the saint, I feel it personally. , finally became clear."

Thinking about it this way, in Qiu Yan's soul, there is the aura of literature and Taoism and the spirit of sages, which merge with the great will and cancel each other out, but the influence is still there, like a sharp knife standing in the body, which may hurt himself at any time.

But Qiu Yan didn't seem to care, he straightened up, looked at the Confucian Temple in the distance again, then turned around and followed the directions to his examination room.

The drastic change just now didn't last long, it was just a matter of breathing, and it was invisible and qualityless. From the perspective of outsiders, there was no abnormality at all.

It's just that Qiu Yan's mind became a little more thoughtful because of this, and there was also a layer of strange aura around his body, his steps trembled slightly, his muscles and bones trembled faintly, and he was actually being rejected by the Gongyuan!

"So that's how it is. This time I will try, the crisis is always with me, but at least I affirmed my original guess. This practice is my own way. In the end, it is inevitable that I will be separated from the human way..."

Here, Qiu Yan was thinking, and later, another group of candidates was brought to the square to worship the most holy teacher—although the square is large, it cannot hold all the candidates at the same time, so they have to pay homage in batches.

In the distance, in the Confucian Temple, Wang Fu and others turned around after worshiping the saint. A trace of doubt flashed on the face of the black-faced gentleman. He turned his eyes and looked in the direction where Qiu Yan left. (To be continued. Please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)