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Chapter 136 Spring Dream

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Author: Gunpowder is heavy

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"Hurry and hurry!"

"Brother Chen, stop sleeping, get up soon!"

The sky was hazy and the morning light was dim, and there were already shouts in a civil courtyard.

The wind blew in Qiu Tao's hands, and he was shaking Chen Anguo who was sleeping loudly.

"Well... Brother Qiu, why is it disturbing people's dreams early in the morning? The test has been over..."

Chen Anguo muttered, turning over and trying to continue sleeping.

"What is the test? Get up quickly. Today is the day when my Dajing and the barbarians fight. Such a grand event, don't you quickly get up and observe it!"

"Those who participate in the literary battle must be the most outstanding talent in the world. There may be excellent works that have been passed down through the ages, so I can't get them back!"

"I'm late, but I'll have no seats!"

When Chen Anguo heard this, he was shocked and quickly woke up.

"Written Fight!"

"Today is a literary fight?"

"Let's go quickly, today I will definitely kill the fierce spirit of those barbarians!"

Chen Anguo gritted his teeth and quickly stood up.

These days, it is undoubtedly these students who are most depressed!

They were young and frivolous and full of energy. At first glance, they heard that the court had retreated step by step, lost the city and lost the land, and they felt a great humiliation when they heard that the barbarians had chosen literary fights!

The barbarians wanted to defeat Dajing in the most proud aspect of the Dajing Dynasty, and kill Dajing's majesty.

How can you tolerate such an arrogant act?!

Every student breathed in his heart.

If the court had not refused to expand its military and sent students to the front line, a large number of students would have wanted to join the military.

Dajing has raised scholars for three hundred years and has not shortage of people who serve the country.

It’s just a pity that they are not literary enough to participate in the literary battle in person, but for such a big event, they must watch and cheer for Dajing!

Sleep? Sleep so hard, get up and watch the game!

They hurriedly put on their clothes and used literary skills to clean them. The two met with their friends and hurriedly walked towards the Zhenwu Hall.

When they walked out of the Wenyuan Academy, the two found that there were already crowds outside and the crowds were crowded!

The sky was hazy, but in the Dongdu City, everyone seemed to have woken up, and they looked hurried, gritting their teeth and walking towards the Zhenwu Hall.

The literary fight is about to begin, and no one wants to miss this excitement.

It has been three hundred years, and the first time someone is in the Eastern Capital City, he is challenging Dajing's majesty openly.

Regardless of the outcome, it is a major event that can cause a sensation in the world for the people of Dongdu.

Fortunately, the Dajing court had already expected such a scene and arranged in advance that the Black Evil Army controlled the order.

Not only that, the major taverns and teahouses opened early, and used a lot of money to create a magic weapon of "Thousand Miles Light Curtain" so that diners can watch literary fights in the museum.

Even brothels opened early, and some tramps even developed "fighting man" projects, allowing girls to play barbarians for guests to vent.

But there were still a large number of people rushing towards the Zhenwu Hall.

No matter how exquisite the spell is, it does not have the excitement that comes to the scene.

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After some pushing and shoving, Qiu Tao and his friends finally arrived in front of the hall.

The hall was surrounded by onlookers. With their identity as students, they could barely get a seat in the corner.

At this time, the barbarian envoys had arrived in the hall.

The leader was a strong man with an ugly face but a tall figure, nearly ten feet tall. His face was calm, his eyes were gray, and the red barbarian patterns on his head seemed to burning flames, carrying a strong pressure.

Priest of the Barbarian God Cult, third-rank mana handsome, Akagi Technique!

Behind him, two men and one woman stood. The male barbarians all had ugly faces, but they were sturdy and wearing white robes. One of them was the barbarians who were walking barefoot on the street the day before yesterday.

The female barbarian is a young girl with a tall figure, beautiful appearance, red and gold pupils, and a strange look.

Opposite the barbarians, they are the representatives of this peace talks, the Minister of Rites, Pei Yongnian.

Behind the Minister of Rites, there were two young men, one with thin figure and the other with a strong figure.

"Brother Qiu, is the talented person who follows Pei Shangshu?"

In the corner, Chen Anguo blessed himself with the art of increasing his vision. He looked at the young man on the stage and asked Qiu Tao quietly.

Although Qiu Tao was suppressed by "Brother Geng" in Baihu Tower that day, he was quite literary and had the eyes of a sixth-rank Hanlin. These days, his knowledge and connections have grown and he is well-informed.

"Yes, the one who looks a little thin on the left is Sun Dan of Qingyun Academy. It is said that he has a brilliant literary talent. He once wrote a poem under the green gauze window and sealed it. His reputation is fascinating to the Eastern Capital and his talent is soaring."

"The one on the right is the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. Zhu Xiuyong became famous at a young age, but he was calm and composed. He is a first-class talent!"

Qiu Tao looked at the two of them with admiration in his eyes.

He recognized the talents of these two people.

"However, the barbarians actually chose Wen Dou, so they must have some support. Although these two lords are very talented, they have no ability to suppress the barbarians for a lifetime. Can they really fight against the barbarians?"

Qiu Tao murmured to himself, and his heart felt uneasy.

"What about the third one? Didn't it mean that there were three people in Wendou? Which talent is the third one?"

Chen Anguo asked again.

Qiu Tao shook his head.

The court did not declare the world the quota for literary fights, and only knew it when I saw it today.

But for some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene at Baihu Tower.

"If Brother Geng is here... I wonder if he can beat the barbarians?"

He raised his head and looked around, his eyes filled with hope.

Although Sun Zhu and the other two, although they are outstanding in talent, they have never had masterpieces. But Brother Geng is different. He still remembers the three-foot literary style that day.

It’s just a pity that after parting with Baihulou, he never saw Brother Geng again.

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Not only Qiu Tao was talking about "Geng Cang". On the stage, the Minister of Rites also stared at He Zai and said angrily: "Why haven't Ning You come yet? It's time now. Your Majesty and the eldest princess are about to enter the venue!



"What a panic, it's still early!"

"Young Master Ning is so talented that you naturally need to rest for a while. I have sent Eunuch Zhang to invite you!"

He Zai didn't raise his eyelids and said lightly.

It is understandable that such a talent is arrogant and comes later.

The eldest princess has a gully in her chest, and her majesty is magnanimous and can definitely understand it.

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"I said Mr. Ning, Mr. Ning, why can't you afford to pay it back!"

"Today is a literary fight!"

"Hurry, follow our family to the Zhenwu Hall!"

In front of the courtyard, Ning You, under the urging of Eunuch Zhang, put on a brand new white literary robe and a literary crown, quickly rushed towards the Zhenwu Hall.

Looking at the anxious Eunuch Zhang, Ning You looked a little embarrassed.

Logically speaking, monks cannot sleep or suffer from insomnia.

Kenningyou did suffer from insomnia last night...

I've had a long-lost dream...

In the dream, there is Liu Miaorui's graceful figure and flushed face.

"Moon Shadow Wall...Seven Mysterious Dao Song...White Jade Courtesan...White Jade Flower Tickets."

Recalling last night's conversation, Ning You's heart was rippling.

It seems that this fight must be won...
Chapter completed!
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