Chapter 627: Fairness, Fairness, Still Fairness

Opposite the Bianzhou Gongyuan is the newly built "Keju Yitiaojie".

Small single‑family courtyards rented especially for out‑of‑town examinees, stalls selling hu biscuits and soup buns, shops selling the four scholar's treasures, and tea houses that brew tea and tell stories have sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Today is the Gongyuan's "posting of the list" day; anyone who makes it onto the list is considered a "juren".

So what use does a "juren" have? You must know, this is a brand‑new title.

Second Elder Chu Li gave Song Lianpu a hard slap on the cheek. At that moment, the opponent he heard fighting himself was Pu Shan Sima Shanlan, who also wore a look of defeat; after a long sigh, he slowly walked onto the arena.

At that moment Liu Xiang felt as if reborn, and the joy in his heart could not be expressed in words.

"That's good." Though he said so, Lan Hu, just like Joanna, tightly grasped one hand of Long Qi, leaving Ma Qi beside them staring wildly.

I don't want to leave Longshou Mountain, so the only way to change Longshou Mountain's layout is to seize the dragon.

Just then, the full‑speed sprinting An Zhao finally arrived, and Miss Huang casually flicked a stone at An Zhao's forehead.

Zhou Qian withdrew her gaze; although the light inside the car was a bit dim, she still saw Tang Luo turn his head and gave him a faint smile.

"The one truly framing me?" Mo Tianlong was silent for a moment, then nodded and said no more.

"All right, we're preparing to attack; you all step back!" The young man waved his hand, drove the uniformed men away, then he and the young man stepped forward, marching along the mountain path toward Jiulong Mountain.

Taiyi Sect Leader Yang Jian'an also voiced his opinion: what I did today was indeed seen by everyone; offering coal in winter is more moving and memorable than adding flowers to brocade.

With a swing of his arm and a flash of blade, he lunged at the neck of one of the blood corpses and thrust fiercely; a crisp "shh" rang out as the dagger cut a slit in the corpse's neck. The neck was almost severed at the root, leaving only a thin strip of flesh, and the head drooped.

In an instant he drew his carried long sword; the bright edge pierced the swollen belly of the corpse, tearing the fat layer smoothly, but the whole blade sank in without any reaction from the other side.

He pulled out the massive golden‑tipped great sword planted in the ground; the lingering scar of intense holy power marked a warning line that the monsters could not cross.

If four‑dimensional beings exist here, would three‑dimensional beings be the same—catch them if you wish, erase them if you wish?

"No, it stays open, but the speed slows a bit; only full‑scale construction in winter each year will cut costs a lot. War is not everything; Yuan Hao 1 continues…"

If Lin Miaomiao had this premonition before the operation, they might even cancel the plan outright; the premonition of the Heavenly Luck Miracle Controller can be called a prophecy—just that twisted.

Father basked in glory, the son naturally rose in power; this time Xie Junyan acted in school, cooperating with Gou Gou Junfa and Lu Cheng Tian's gang of thugs, and broke all four limbs of Tang Meng.

The door opened and a man walked in. It was the fellow who had been turned away at Zhao Yating's place earlier. He was in a sour mood, so he went straight home.

Originally Xie Huan wanted to steer the conversation toward the afternoon incident, but the old slick Zheng Shijia stubbornly refused to go along. If you don't bring it up, he won't either; that's steady.

Half‑step world‑class fell by hundreds; world‑class fell eight people; how many champion‑class and king‑class fell is unimaginable.

Chen Kang thought silently for a while; Zhao Shang didn't press him, instead poured tea for himself and sipped. Honestly, Zhao Shang might not lack ambition to serve the court, but his stutter makes officialdom especially hard, though not impossible; the main obstacle is his own mental barrier.