Chapter 169: My words are heaven

More than two months later.

The capital, Tianqi City, was becoming more and more lively. This year's Jixia Academy exam set a record for the most in history from the beginning. Major famous families and various martial arts sects in Tianqi had already recommended forty candidates.

By the time the registration closed, the number had reached eighty.

Jixia Academy is divided into inner and outer courtyards. The outer courtyard is the big courtyard, where noble young masters can enter, and children of poor families can also enter. Except for the young masters with prominent family backgrounds, most of them are talents selected from one in a hundred in various prefectures.

And if you want to be admitted to the inner courtyard, even a prince of Tianqi cannot rely on his background to mix in.

On this day, the preliminary exam of the academy exam was held in a very special place, the number one gambling house in Tianqi City, Qianjin Terrace.

I don't know how many people came to watch today's grand event, blocking Qianjin Terrace completely.

In a corner not far from Qianjin Terrace, the blue-robed little Daoist kept observing the strange person in front of him:

"Second Senior Brother, if you don't know the art of disguise, just go and get a human skin mask. Do you think you won't expose your true identity just by relying on a hood and a mask, and taking a fake name like Zhao Yujia?"

"This year's academy preliminary exam tests things other than literature and martial arts. As long as you don't use martial arts, who in the world can see that I am Wang Yixing?"

"Besides, my outfit is just right for dealing with the exam questions. As for the final exam later, if I am exposed, I am exposed. Anyway, as long as I make a move, even if I change my face, I will be guessed."

The blue-robed little Daoist waved his sleeves lazily:

"You are Zhao Yujia, I am Zhao Haizhen. I am still wearing a Daoist robe. If you don't want to be discovered in the preliminary exam, you should stay away from me."

"Senior Brother Huanzhen, you want me to stay away from you, actually because you don't want to be affected by my bloody disaster, right?"

Although Wang Yixing was wearing a mask, making it impossible to see the expression on his face, his helpless and resentful eyes already explained everything.

"Don't say it if you see through it, we are still own brothers."

The blue-robed little Daoist took the lead and walked into the passage opened by the Tianqi soldiers that led directly to Qianjin Terrace.

Wang Yixing waited for a while before walking into the passage. He saw that this academy exam had not only the sons of military marquises and ministers, but also major famous martial arts sects, as well as martial arts guests with some reputation.

Walking into Qianjin Terrace, he found that eighty candidates had arrived one after another, standing at their own desks, with examiners around them.

Except for Baili Dongjun, the blue-robed little Daoist was the most eye-catching.

First, he was young, looking only eleven or twelve years old. Second, he didn't seem to practice martial arts. Third, he was extremely handsome, making it hard not to look at him a few more times.

On the high platform, a bloated man was none other than the owner of Qianjin Terrace, Tu Daye. He saw the concubines on both sides fanning him constantly.

Beside him was the fourth disciple of the academy libationer Li Changsheng, Liuyue, who was famous for his peerless appearance and extraordinary chess skills. Because he didn't like to show his face, he wore a white bamboo hat.

"This year, the Yellow Millet Little Immortal of Wangcheng Mountain actually came to participate in the academy exam. Fortunately, I adjusted the betting odds for his gambling game to be extremely low. I heard that although he hasn't practiced martial arts, he has learned the true inheritance of Lu Heavenly Master, can calculate, and knows people's past and future."

"In recent years, the reason why the reputation of Yellow Millet Wine is seven points better than Autumn Dew White is because of this 'Yellow Millet Dream Drunk for a Thousand Autumns, Huanzhen Realization of Three Lives'."

"I don't know how many people who drank Yellow Millet Wine said that the pointers they got after waking up were better than what they realized in a big dream."

Tu Daye looked at the blue-robed little Daoist in the distance and couldn't help but praise:

"Standing lazily, he has an immortal air. He is worthy of being the god-like life with a natural Dao body."

Liuyue smiled faintly:

"Such an existence that can calculate should be the one the gambling house is most afraid of. No wonder you keep flattering him."

Tu Daye said with a straight face:

"Young Master Liuyue is joking. This is my heartfelt respect."

At this moment, Baili Dongjun was also observing the blue-robed little Daoist standing opposite. I don't know what he thought of, but he swallowed his saliva directly.

Ye Dingzhi, who also came to take the exam, touched his arm:

"You wouldn't want to drink Yellow Millet Wine, would you?"

Baili Dongjun said dejectedly:

"Back then at the Famous Sword Villa, I met this Yellow Millet Little Immortal. At that time, I only knew he was a Wangcheng Mountain Daoist, and didn't find out his true identity. Later, when I found out, I regretted it extremely, actually missing such a great opportunity and not asking for a cup of Yellow Millet Wine."

"You are really a wine worm. Why don't you think about it, if this little immortal also brews wine, your preliminary exam might be in trouble," Ye Dingzhi shook his head to remind him.

"Uh... that's right!"

Baili Dongjun reacted suddenly. Although he boasted that his brewing technique was not inferior to anyone in the world, he really didn't have much confidence if he faced the miraculous Yellow Millet Wine.

Before long, on the high platform, a girl in a child's costume, about ten years old, said loudly:

"Academy exam, start!"

She said with a sharp tongue:

"The so-called 'other than literature and martial arts' is to ask everyone to show their amazing specialties in other aspects besides literature and martial arts. The time is six hours. Within these six hours, if you feel you can hand in your paper..."

"Then stand up and inform us what you want to show. We will send corresponding examiners to test you. If you pass the test, you can enter the final exam."

"Every candidate is equipped with an assistant examiner. You can let your assistant examiner go outside Qianjin Terrace to take the items needed to show your talents."

After speaking, the attendant lit a huge incense on the high platform, and the girl named Lingsu said loudly:

"Start the exam!"

In an instant, many candidates shouted for their assistant examiners to take the items they needed, while the blue-robed little Daoist asked his assistant examiner beside him:

"So, all the items required by the candidates are paid for by the academy?"

"That's right, all expenses don't need to worry the candidates."

Zhuang Buran nodded as if it were true:

"The Autumn Dew White of the Diaolou Xiaozhu in Tianqi City is the most famous. Reasonably speaking, how can good wine not be matched with good dishes? You go and get me a table of good dishes. No need for too many, just ten or so dishes."

He added at the end:

"The little Daoist is a monk, I don't eat beef, black fish, wild goose, or dog meat."

The assistant examiner in his twenties heard this and walked out of Qianjin Terrace with some uncertainty.

More than half an hour later.

The atmosphere in Qianjin Terrace gradually changed. He saw that 90% of the people were busy, a small part of the people sat at their seats and concentrated, seemingly adjusting their state, only a blue-robed little Daoist turned his desk into a dining table, eating a rich and delicious meal leisurely.

Liuyue on the high platform sighed in his heart:

"This Yellow Millet Little Immortal is indeed an extremely interesting and wonderful person. If Master hadn't discovered him late, he would definitely have accepted him as a disciple."

Wang Yixing, who was relatively far from the blue-robed little Daoist, was speechless, secretly thinking:

"Junior Brother Huanzhen, you are worthy of being you!"

Ye Dingzhi, who was preparing roasted meat, looked up at the opposite side and said to the person beside him:

"Baili Dongjun, you can rest assured, this little immortal doesn't seem to be planning to brew wine."

"I suddenly hope this little immortal brews wine, so wouldn't I be able to drink Yellow Millet Wine? Even if I lose, it's worth it," Baili Dongjun started to crave wine again.

These words made Ye Dingzhi feel indescribable.

Immediately, candidates stood up one after another, answering the paper with zither, chess, lightness skills, and the art of stealing.

The blue-robed little Daoist watched the candidates show their skills with great interest while eating and drinking.

At this time, a very beautiful woman stood up, wanting to hand in the paper with gambling, saying that she was Yin Luoxia, which shocked Tu Daye.

One thing that people who open gambling houses must know is that a few years ago, a ten-year-old girl played three games with someone and won three games in a row, helping her gambling king father win back the family property he had lost for decades. This little girl was called Yin Luoxia.

The blue-robed little Daoist, who was eating slowly under the platform, naturally knew that although the visitor's gambling skills were not weaker than Yin Luoxia's, her true identity was Yue Fengcheng's eldest daughter, Yue Yao.

Coming here this time was to approach Baili Dongjun and bring him, the natural martial pulse, back to Heavenly Beyond Heaven.

Later, because she fell in love with him and failed to complete this task, the people of Heavenly Beyond Heaven turned their attention to Ye Dingzhi.

Before long, Yue Yao showed gambling skills not inferior to Yin Luoxia's, and after winning Tu Erye, who was the most proficient in gambling in Qianjin Terrace, the blue-robed little Daoist, who had eaten and drunk enough, stood up slowly.

"Zhao Haizhen, handing in the paper."

Suddenly, it attracted everyone's attention.

"What are you comparing?" Lingsu asked in a deep voice.

The blue-robed little Daoist said with a smile:

"The little Daoist has always had excellent luck since childhood, so let's compare luck."

"Luck?" Lingsu looked suspicious:

"Don't tell me you also want to use gambling as an answer?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of Tu Daye and Tu Erye on the platform were extremely wonderful. They didn't expect that after being slapped on the left side of the face, they would have to smile and hand over the right side.

"Gambling seems to be not very consistent with the identity of the little Daoist as a monk," Zhuang Buran pondered for a long time:

"If you test magic tricks, such as turning Qianjin Terrace into a lush dense forest, it seems that it will affect other people's papers."

He paused and said unhurriedly:

"The world only knows how to seek heavenly timing, occupy geographical advantages, and gather human harmony. However, these three are just the manifestations of appearances floating on the surface."

"The true Dao that runs through heaven and earth is the divine help hidden outside yin and yang. Just like when the little Daoist studied the classics, the words turned into sweet dew and flowed into the heart, and when encountering difficulties in life, there was a flash of inspiration pointing out the shortcut."

"The path taken is straight and long, the things said happen to coincide with the flow of the times, and even if encountering thorns, there is a clear wind sweeping the leaves, and even if encountering fog, there is a Big Dipper to guide the way."

"Because of this, the little Daoist has to have this feeling: every step taken is in line with heavenly secrets, and every thought chosen is in line with Dao rhyme."

"Thinking about it, such smoothness is not an accident, but a manifestation of being in harmony with the Dao and breathing with heaven."

"When the whole body is shrouded in such an aura, you know that all things are helping conditions, and all realms become Daoist arenas."

"In this way, the little Daoist's luck can be called heavenly momentum. At this moment, the sky is clear for thousands of miles, and now I want a heavy rain. It depends on whether my luck is really good, and whether I can get what I wish for after one hundred breaths."

After these words, Qianjin Terrace was silent, and everyone looked at the blue-robed little Daoist who looked slightly lazy with inexplicable eyes.

"Good, today let's see if the Yellow Millet Little Immortal is as miraculous as the rumors say, as if he has divine help!"

Liuyue, who had always been introverted and liked to maintain his style, spoke in a high voice:

"Lingsu, you count to one hundred."

"Yes."

"Sanqin, you stand at the door of Qianjin Terrace and broadcast the weather conditions at any time."

A young man took the order, leaped into the air, and arrived at the door of Qianjin Terrace.

Lingsu said loudly

"One, two."

Counting to thirty, Sanqin suddenly shouted with a look of astonishment:

"It's starting, the wind is rising."

Yet, outside the Qianjin Terrace, a gale began to blow, leaving the many people outside who were unaware of the situation standing in place, bewildered, while the atmosphere inside the Qianjin Terrace became increasingly inexplicable.

Counting to fifty, Sanqin was dumbfounded:

"The sky has changed, dark clouds are gathering!"

Immediately, many candidates could not hold back; they stood up and trotted to the entrance to stretch their necks and look out, and upon seeing the sight of dark clouds pressing down, they immediately revealed expressions of utter shock.

Counting to eighty, without needing Sanqin to broadcast it, the people inside the Qianjin Terrace heard the sound of thunder rumbling in like a thousand armies and ten thousand horses.

The moment the count reached one hundred, the rain poured down like a waterfall, a torrential downpour crashing down, the rain as fierce and wild as a cataract.

"It's really raining!"

At this moment, not only did Sanqin look at the young Daoist in the green robe as if looking at a divine being descended to earth, the others felt the same, along with an indescribable fervor.

A feeling suddenly arose that this person was even more ethereal and illusory than Li Changsheng, who styled himself an Immortal of the World, transcendent and holy, as if a true immortal had personally descended into the mortal world.

(End of chapter)