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When I returned to the inn room, I put three letters in place first, then opened the bag, and saw a ingot of thin silk silver, with a soft luster and excellent color.

It is as much as thirty taels.

Cheng Yi is really not a pity.

However, this is a convention and is not surprising. If Chen Sanlang visited someone else and said he would go to Chang'an to refer to the exam, Cheng Yi would definitely give it to him.

This matter itself is human nature.

If some poor students are not prepared enough, they will often make favors first and raise a large amount of money.

Because of fame and fortune, such favors are done quite decently.

Chen Sanlang has a calm personality and has brought enough money, but he is too lazy to do it.

That night, I sat cross-legged on the bed and visualized the "Haoran Silk Book". Since I gathered people, my breath has condensed in a sliver of light. Although it is a small amount, I also realized the benefits. It makes people full of expectations and look forward to the situation that will be established in the future.

"Haoran Silk Book", three-page book, each word and sentence, is like a brand and is indelible. The state of "standing" is also standing firmly.

Buzz!

The evil-killing sword appears out of the box, shining sharply, looking lively and flexible.

At this point, the sword has basically been mastered thoroughly, as if it is a finger, and it can be used as it should.

However, Chen Sanlang felt unconsciously that there were still many mysteries on the small sword, which needed to be explored. The power it possessed was currently very poorly developed. It still had to be tempered and nourished continuously to be truly successful.

Travel far with a sword. Therefore, I dare to walk alone.

There is no doubt that among all the candidates who went to Chang'an to participate in the imperial examination, there is probably no other person except Chen Sanlang.

Swish!

Another thought was moved, and the jute rope was drawn.

This consecrated magic weapon made by Chen Sanlang himself is more comfortable than a small sword, and gives him more satisfaction and sense of accomplishment.

The jute rope was originally just an ordinary rope. It might not be tied up if it was used to tie larger beasts and would be broken and broken. However, after being refined by secret techniques, it became a magic weapon, but it could tie the fierce monsters tightly and unable to move.

Turning decay into magic is nothing more than that.

After several practical battles and continuous tempering, the jute rope became more refined and solid, yellow and chanting. Just like gold, it was polished away from its original roughness.

Each magic weapon actually has an advanced space, depending on the material of the raw material. The advanced space is wide and narrow.

For example, this jute rope is the most casual because the raw materials are simple and ordinary. The advancement space will naturally not be too large, so it can only stop at the consecration level. It is unlikely that it will be upgraded to the Xuan-grade level.

This is determined by the nature of things. If you want to change it, it will take an extremely long time to immerse yourself. It is not cost-effective to calculate the cost.

Magic tools are divided into three grades: consecration, mysterious grade, and spiritual communication. Each grade can be divided into stages according to its power level. A consecration magic weapon, tempered from the lowest stage to the best level, requires several years of polishing.

The one Chen Sanlang has already made a good appearance, but its real power and damage can only be regarded as the mid-grade level of the consecration level, which is worse than the lowest level of consecration magic weapons that are blessed by others. It is far inferior to the spiritual level, and at least it will take a long time to reach that level.

Because of this, he gave up the idea of ​​refining two more jute ropes.

If you have more utensils, you will be as tired as making a cow or a horse. If you have several, how can you do both work?

Driven by thoughts, I took the jute rope; with a sneer, the small sword returned to the box.

He opened his eyes and stood in front of the window. He saw the moonlight cold and bright. It was a wonderful night!

The next morning, I got up early, washed up, sat downstairs, ordered a basket of cabbage buns, ordered another plate of meat, a plate of vegetables, and slowly started eating.

It is rare for a gentle scholar to eat so much, which attracts the shopkeeper and waiter to take a look at it.

When the waiter came over to pick up the soup, he couldn't help asking, "Scholar, are you going to travel far?"

Chen Sanlang nodded: "Well, eat more, you can hurry up."

“Where to go?”

"Chang'an."

When the waiter heard the words, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Why are you going to the capital?"

Chen Sanlang said angrily: "What can a scholar do when he goes to the capital? Of course it's an exam."

"You go to Beijing for an exam?"

The waiter was surprised: "You are the only one?"

Chen Sanlang drank the soup, burped, threw down a piece of silver, put on his back, and said calmly: "One person is enough."

He stepped out and left.

The waiter packed up the dishes and murmured: "Is this scholar sick? He went to the capital for an exam alone, alone, and no one knew that he was eaten by a big insect halfway."

The road to the capital is thousands of miles away, with mountains and rivers, and many areas of official roads are blocked, which is quite difficult to walk, and it is also full of all kinds of dangers.

Bidders, poisonous insects, beasts... and unpredictable diseases, etc.

It’s not a good time to spread anything. If you are not careful, you have to take your life on the way.

"Oh, I forgot to ask him what he was going to take."

The shopkeeper there saw that he was muttering not to work, and immediately scolded: "What kind of exam is your business, you can't even write your own name... Humph, now you go to the Beijing City exam, of course you will take the exam."

The waiter opened his eyes wide: "Then he is not a juren..."

Chen Sanlang left the wharf outside the city and saw that the merchant ship booked yesterday had been moored there. A merchant ship manager was shouting and directing the coolies to carry some cargo on the ship.

"Young Master Chen, please get on the boat first, and the cabin rooms are arranged. Take a short rest and then you will drive the boat in half an hour."

The manager greeted Chen Sanlang very politely.

When he booked the ship yesterday, he had read the passerby quotation and knew Chen Sanlang's identity, so he didn't dare to neglect it. But when he saw Chen Sanlang alone, traveling far away with books on his back, and there was no book boy or companion by his side as a follower, he felt a little strange.

A servant came and took Chen Sanlang to the cabin room. It was a single room, and the place was not big, but it was more than enough to live alone and cleaned it.

Chen Sanlang felt satisfied and gave the servant a bunch of money.

The servant smiled and said, "Young Master Chen, you can give me instructions every day to eat, you can go to the dining room or let the villain bring it."

The ship fee paid does not include food and drink, and you need to use additional money for food and drink. As for how much it costs, it depends on what you eat. If you have wine, meat and fish, the price is not expensive, anyway, it is twice as expensive as the consumption on the shore. In short, the food and drink on the journey are much more expensive than the travel fee.

After about half an hour, the ship started, plucked up the sails and drifted away.

Chen Sanlang put his luggage in the room, walked out of the deck to watch, and saw the green mountains on both sides of the shore. The river water rolled behind the boat, layered, as if he was sending each other reluctantly. He sighed and chanted: "I still pity the water in my hometown, I will send the boat thousands of miles away..." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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