While everyone was talking about it, the voice from the void sounded again: "Quiet! There are a total of 76,230 cultivators participating in the Guangming Academy assessment this year. According to the numbers in your hands, go and find the ones who are here.
Your accommodation tonight will be a stone house.
Numbers 1 to 9999 are in District 1.
Numbers 10,000 to 19,999 are in District 2.
And so on!
All of you will stay here tonight, and we will send you all to the assessment site tomorrow.
Let me tell you in advance that the assessment place is not in the Holy Ruins, but in an extremely dangerous and dangerous place. No matter how high the cultivation level of those who enter, the mortality rate will reach more than 50%.
As for the specific content of the assessment, it will be announced tomorrow."
The voice disappeared and never appeared again.
When entering the Tianmen, the number plates deliberately confused everyone. Just like Han Jiulin and Han Lingyun clearly entered together, but there was a difference of more than 10,000 people. This caused the people who originally entered the Tianmen together to now need to separate.
Only forces with a large number of people, like the Four Elephants Palace and the Giant Spirit Palace, may be able to have a few acquaintances around them in an area.
Han Jiulin frowned and said: "This method of distributing number plates eliminates to the greatest extent the possibility of people participating in the assessment helping each other or even cheating in a group. It seems that we may not be able to fight side by side in the future.
Yun'er, you have to be careful in everything, no matter what time, it's important to save your life."
Han Lingyun nodded and smiled: "Brother, you must also pay attention to safety. I hope that both of us can be admitted to Guangming Academy and our grades will be among the best."
After saying that, she hugged Han Jiulin, who also raised his hand and rubbed her hair.
The two said goodbye silently, and Han Lingyun took the number plate to the second district to find the stone house where she lived.
Han Jiulin walked towards the first area.
"Here it is, here we are."
Han Jiulin came outside a very huge stone house. On the wall of the stone house, it was written: No. 530 to No. 560.
Han Jiulin's number is 557, which is within this numerical range.
"Brother Lin, what a coincidence, you are also in the first area!"
At this time, I saw Baili Xinghuo striding from a distance. He was carrying a big cloth bag on his shoulder. He didn't know what was in it. He also had a shabby scabbard on his waist.
Long sword.
Han Jiulin looked over, beaming with joy, and said with a smile, "You actually came to take the assessment too!"
Baili Xinghuo said: "My little brother is determined to become a divine dragon knight. Admission to Guangming Academy is just the first step for me to achieve my goal in life.
What’s your number?”
Han Jiulin raised the number plate and looked at him and said: "No. 557."
"Well, I am number 230, it seems we are not in the same room.
By the way, I almost forgot something important."
As Murong Wushuang spoke, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Han Jiulin: "This is the letter that Miss Yu dragged me to you.
I say Brother Lin, you are really awesome! My admiration for you is like the endless stream of a river. You can be so affectionate and loyal to Miss Yu. No wonder you are called 'the best lover in the world'."
Han Jiulin took the envelope, opened it, pulled out a piece of thin white paper, and unfolded it. A faint fragrance flowed out of the paper.
There are only two lines of words on the letter paper, and the handwriting is beautiful and beautiful: You have fulfilled your promise, and we will not owe each other anything in the future.
Baili Xinghuo asked curiously: "Brother Lin, what is written on it?
Is this a love poem written by the fish girl for you?"
Han Jiulin smiled, folded the paper, put it back into the envelope, put it in his arms, and said, "You guessed it right, it is indeed a love poem!"
"You are interested in my concubine, I am envious of you!"
Baili Xinghuo chuckled.
"Okay, find your place and take a good rest. I'll go in first."
Han Jiulin nodded, said nothing more, turned around and walked into the stone house.
Yu Xuanyan's original intention in writing this letter was to make Han Jiulin give up the idea of redeeming her life, because she knew that this matter was against the general trend of imperial power, and if Han Jiulin continued to persist, it would most likely be an irreversible end.
In Yu Xuanyan's view, Han Jiulin has excellent talent, comes from a wealthy family, and has a bright future. He may even inherit the title of prince of Qinglong Palace in the future. If he ruins his bright future for her, a brothel girl, not only will she not
Happy, but very guilty.
Naturally, Han Jiulin saw all this very clearly.
The night before yesterday, Yu Xuanyan's tearful and rootless appearance was still clearly remembered in his mind.
Han Jiulin came to the house, took the envelope out of his arms again, and pulled out the letter.
Open the letter paper, and below the two lines of beautiful handwriting, there are two lines of words written in clear water. The water marks have dried, but if you look carefully, you can still make out the outline of the handwriting.
This is indeed a love poem:
There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered?
It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
This handwriting is the same as the two lines of handwriting above. The difference is that one is written in ink and the other is written in water.
Perhaps the content written with water was the letter she wanted to send the most, but she could never let Han Jiulin see it, so she could only write it with water for herself to see.
But she didn't know that when the water dries up, it would still leave traces.
Or perhaps, this is not water, but tears.
Because there are marks on the dried tears.
Han Jiulin stared blankly at the letter for a while, only faint traces of the content were left. Finally, he let out a breath, folded the paper, put it in the envelope, and kept it in Qiankun Huli.
The only thing before him now is to practice hard and strive to become stronger.
The Shenwu Continent values strength. Whether you want to redeem Yu Xuanyan's life, change her status, restore Qin Linxi's memory, or take Qin Linxi away, you need strong strength to do it.
Only when you become stronger can you control your own destiny and change the destiny of others.
A total of thirty young cultivators lived in this stone house. After Han Jiulin arrived, other cultivators also walked in one after another. Like Han Jiulin, the others began to sit cross-legged and practice without much communication.
After all, Guangming Academy places the assessment in a dangerous place with a 50% mortality rate, which puts great pressure on these young cultivators.
Everyone wants to do their best to improve their cultivation at this last moment, so that they can have a little more chance of survival in tomorrow's assessment.
After a night of silence, as the morning sun rose, a voice sounded from outside the stone house, and all the practitioners heard it.
"Everyone, gather outside the stone house immediately."
The sound was so penetrating that all practitioners, whether they were practicing or sleeping, were awakened in an instant.
They all hurriedly got off the stone bed and came outside the house in some confusion.