Eternal Soul Emperor

Chapter 270 Drunk
A servant rushed to report that the more than fifty hostages had been taken away.

The three brothers were furious when they heard the news.

The servant stuttered and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time. The three impatient brothers swept him out of the house with one kick, flew to a fence across the street, and smashed him to death.

Then, the three brothers hurried into the mansion, walked along a long corridor in front of the south wing, and turned to a certain wing more than a hundred meters away.

In this wing room, more than a hundred people gathered.

They were all wearing Confucian scholar robes and scarves of the same style, standing quietly, not daring to move, waiting for something.

They are all disciples of Wen Dao, selected from the top [-] in the provincial examination, and they are the first batch of disciples of the newly established Wen Xun Tang.

They faced the high platform, waiting for someone to appear.

On the high platform, there is a luxuriously decorated chair, which is a special throne for Wen Trainer.

It is said that the text trainer hired the self-reborn Miwen Yuanzun from the Different Fire Realm, which has a noble status compared to the people of this continent.

However, when the appointed time came, there was still no waiting for the text trainer.These more than a hundred Wen Dao disciples could only wait in a daze.

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Under the high platform, among the more than a hundred literary and Taoist disciples standing, there was an old man in the center of the front row, Danxuan Wenyong and Danxuan Wenbin stood on the right, and No. 4 of the provincial examination stood on the left.

This old man is the curator of the recruitment hall and the person in charge of the primary selection of the township examination.

Wen Zhuangyuan, Danxuan Wenyong and Danxuan Wenbin's initial exams were conducted under the supervision of this old man.

This old man has a very close relationship with Deputy Head Zuo, and he was personally appointed by Deputy Head Zuo.

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"What are you all doing standing there in a daze? Where is Master Wen, where is he?" Several shouts came from outside the lobby door.

All eyes followed the sound, only to see three figures hurrying towards them, they were the three brothers Dan Xuanzhi.

As soon as they broke in, the three brothers glanced at everyone, with terrifying eyes, with invisible coercion, looking at everyone.

Hearing this, the curator of the recruitment center took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "The cultural trainer who was just hired felt that the mansion was not safe enough, so he just submitted his resignation letter."

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"What!" The three Danxuanzhi brothers were furious when they heard this.

"Damn it, it's a good thing that bastard Xiao Yan broke it." The person on the right side of the hall head (Dan Xuanzhi) slapped the table in front of him, and the table shattered.

"This text trainer belongs to the ethnicity of our Dan clan who immigrated to the different fire world, and is also the son of the elder brother of the patriarch (Dan Fangxiong). He invited them here. If you spend money to hire another expert, the cost will be very high."

"Right now, funds from our rear are continuously being sent to the front line, and we don't know how much money will be spent in the future. Therefore, every large expenditure must be personally approved by the patriarch."

"Not only is the process troublesome and time-consuming, but it is often reprimanded by the patriarch."

After the three brothers scolded for a while, the director (Dan Xuanzhi) took a step forward and said to the director of the recruitment hall: "I heard that you have obtained the immigrant rebirth secret pattern with the help of the left deputy director a few days ago. Yuan Zun's qualifications from the Heavenly Fire Realm are now half a citizen of the Heavenly Fire Realm, what a joy to congratulate!"

"Where is there!" the curator of the recruitment hall said humbly.

Dan Xuanzhi put one hand behind his back, looked at the curator of the recruitment center, and said: "Although I have also been here not long since I went south, I know that you have very high attainments in literature and Taoism, and are highly respected by the local literature and Taoism disciples." So, I decided to entrust you with the arduous task of cultivating Wen Dao disciples. Do you have any objections?"

Hearing this, the curator of the recruiting hall showed embarrassment and said with guilt: "To be honest (the head of the third branch of the Gaoyuan Branch of the Dan family), the third head, the old man has been hired as a cultural trainer by the fourth head. Head to the fourth base camp."

The recruitment and training of Wen Dao disciples was delegated by the patriarch (Dan Fangxiong) to the various branches of the Dan clan.

They recruit Wen Dao disciples in their respective jurisdictions, and then stay with them to train for a period of time, and finally send them to the front line or stay in the rear.

Those who are particularly outstanding will continue to participate in higher-level literary examinations until they break into the final palace examination and get the calligraphy treasure in Dan Fangxiong's hand - Slam Fang Qiu.

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Hearing this, Dan Xuanzhi snorted coldly with disdain, and said: "In that case, then you will also serve as the cultural trainer of our third branch. As long as we can cultivate qualified literary talents, our third branch will naturally not sorry for you."

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Hearing this, the curator of the recruiting hall weighed in for a while, nodded his head pretending to be helpless, and then said: "However, according to the time specified in the contract, the old man must arrive at the fourth branch hall on time during the day, and then come back at night."

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Hearing this, Dan Xuanzhi was dissatisfied, but that was all he could do. He nodded and said, "If that's the case, then fine. You go north during the day, and go south at night, and arrive on time."

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"Yes." The curator of the recruitment center arched his hands, then took out more than a hundred bundled booklets from the storage bag, put them on a table, and said, "This is the Wendao scripture compiled by the old man. It will be distributed to them, and they will be able to retreat and self-study while the old man is going north. They will be assessed one by one when they come back at night, and those who pass will be given a certain amount of resources.”

At the end, the curator of the recruiting center glanced around, and said to the more than a hundred Wen Dao disciples present: "You all take one copy in order. Then go back to your respective residences to practice."

More than a hundred Wen Dao disciples responded in unison, went to the table to take a copy, and then returned to their respective places.

The curator of the recruitment center was about to order them to go back to practice, when he suddenly remembered an important matter, and said: "Before I go north, I plan to select an assistant and two assistant assistants from among you."

"I've already decided on the candidate for the assistant, and it's No. 1 in the provincial examination." Speaking of this, the curator of the recruitment center glanced around and said, "Where is 'Wen Zhuangyuan'? Where has she gone? Who is there?" did you see that?"

There was no response from the audience.

The curator of the recruiting museum called Wen Zhuangyuan's name twice in succession, but there was no response. When he called for the third time, there were light footsteps on the roof, and a faint fragrance came with a breeze.

"To!"

A clear voice, with a bit of playfulness, exuding the youthful atmosphere unique to girls, resounded outside the door.

It is Wen Zhuangyuan.

Wearing a cloud-white Confucian scholar's robe, a lun scarf on his head, and a long hair tie fluttering in the wind.He held a folding fan in his hand.

As soon as he appeared, a pair of eyes in the lobby all glanced over.

Wen Zhuangyuan held Rulan's breath, swept his shining eyes with water, and smiled awkwardly, and swept across the faces of everyone with a little panic.

The lobby fell into silence, and countless pairs of eyes just looked at her steadfastly.

Wen Zhuangyuan waved his folding fan lightly, covering his pretty little face that was also a bit flustered, his eyes fluttered, and he paid attention to the faces of several key people in the hall...

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