Chapter 17 From the Heart
A figure appeared at the open door of the hall. Several disciples from various sects who were waiting in the hall rushed over to stop him, but then they saw that the formation protecting the hall of review had opened by itself in front of that person, so they stopped in astonishment.
The man was dressed in scholar's clothes, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. It was Zhang Sheng. Seeing Zhang Sheng appear, some of the reviewers were shocked, some were disdainful, and some remained calm.
Zhang Sheng's face was still strangely pale, but as soon as he stood there, all the reviewers felt a slight tingling and burning sensation on their skin, and they were immediately horrified!
The older monk asked tentatively, "Brother Zhang, I heard that your power had not recovered, but I didn't expect that you have recovered now. It's really a cause for celebration."
Zhang Sheng said calmly, "Only after you have recovered your power can you meet all kinds of demons and monsters."
The old scholar was hot-tempered and couldn't stand such sarcastic words. He raised his eyebrows and shouted, "How dare you..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Sheng wave his left hand lightly, and then heard a crisp sound. The old scholar was slapped in the face in the air, and blood came out of his mouth and nose!
Everyone was shocked!
"I didn't ask you to speak." Zhang Sheng said calmly.
The middle-aged scholar was furious. He stood up and pointed at Zhang Sheng. Before he opened his mouth, there was another slap, and he was also slapped!
"I didn't ask you to speak either."
There was an uproar in the discussion hall. The two scholars were also high-level cultivators of the Four Saints Academy. How could they not even have the strength to fight back? The two scholars were furious, their magic power rose, and they were about to attack!
Zhang Sheng's snow-white, slender index finger was raised between his eyebrows, and a green light suddenly floated out from his fingertips. The entire review hall was instantly covered with misty rain. The rain was like mist and silk, with a lazy warmth, just like the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. However, the reviewers were in the rain, as if they were suppressed by the mountains, and they couldn't move at all!
The two Confucian scholars' bones rang all over their
bodies, their magic power collapsed, and they fell back into their chairs, unable to even lift their fingers. At this time, except for Taoist Fufeng who could move freely in the hall, the rest of the reviewers were struggling to support themselves, resisting the erosion and suppression of the rain, and they couldn't even speak. Everyone realized the horror of Zhang Sheng at this time. He actually suppressed five reviewers with his own strength!
Not only that, their Tao foundations were also constantly trembling and wailing, as if they were extremely afraid of the rain.
The knowledgeable ones immediately thought of a legendary Tao foundation: the immortal sword "Green Silk Rain"!
This sword is extremely soft and extremely hard. Its most powerful feature is that it can cut the foundation of Taoism. If it is cut by a few more swords, the foundation of Taoism will be reduced. This is not a joke. If it is not handled properly, the path of Taoism will be cut off. Therefore, no one dares to let a single raindrop fall on them.
Zhang Sheng walked slowly to the center of the hall and said, "Don't worry, everyone. I just want to say a few words calmly."
The commentators cursed in their hearts. With the immortal sword in front of you, you can still be calm? However, they only dared to say it in their hearts, and they dared not show any wrong expressions on their faces, otherwise the raindrops would turn into sword energy, and hundreds of holes would appear on their bodies immediately.
Hearing Zhang Sheng's words, the monk hurriedly said, "Brother, you can say whatever you want!"
Although the commentators could not move, their eyes were all focused on the monk. They were shocked: This guy can actually speak?
The monk saw everyone's eyes and realized that something was wrong. He quickly grabbed a fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.
Hmm? Can it still move? A dangerous light flashed in Zhang Sheng's eyes, and another immortal sword appeared faintly in the depths of his pupils.
The monk was shocked, sweating on his bald head. He immediately looked at his nose, mouth and heart, and entered into a state of meditation.
After the whole audience was shocked, Zhang Sheng said, "I know that there have always been violations of the rules in the unified examination, but I didn't expect you to be so reckless and arbitrarily lower the scores for unfounded reasons! The two slaps just now were for my apprentice. If you two are not convinced, I will take down the magic sword and come to fight me!"
Zhang Sheng looked at the old scholar and said, "If I can't kill you with three swords, I will reincarnate and cultivate again!"
He looked at the middle-aged scholar and said, "You are in trouble. It will probably take four swords."
Liu Sigu's old face was flushed red, and the middle-aged scholar's face was pale. Neither of them spoke, and they were speechless. The two looked around, but the others either looked up at the sky or closed their eyes and looked inward, and did not make eye contact with them. All the judges knew that every wrong had its perpetrators, and no one was willing to get involved with the two scholars at this time. Besides, they had not benefited from them in the past, so why should they protect them from disaster?
Zhang Sheng slowly retracted the rain of sword energy, looked at the two scholars, and sneered: "The scores of the first two games cannot be changed. I will see how you score this time! You can do whatever you want, but my sword has a bad temper. If it doesn't like it, it might kill you with one sword! Then I will go back to Taichu Palace to accept the punishment. As for exchanging my life for yours, ha! Do you deserve it?"
Everyone was awed and understood Zhang Sheng's determination.
The judges were free, and after breathing a sigh of relief, they looked at the two scholars. The two scholars were so angry just now, but now that they could fight, they became calm and focused on watching the martial arts test, not mentioning what happened just now.
If it weren't for the fact that half of Liu Sigu's face was still red and swollen, and the middle-aged scholar's mouth was blue, it would seem that the two slaps had never happened.
Zhang Sheng waited for a long time, but the two scholars didn't challenge him to a fight, and didn't even say a harsh word, which made his sword hang in the air,
which made him feel indescribably awkward. Zhang Sheng couldn't help but admire such a strong determination to swallow his anger.
"You are so patient!" Zhang Sheng could only sigh.
The two scholars were focused on watching the martial arts test and didn't hear anything.
The sword was out, but the opponent shrank his neck. It would be embarrassing to pull out his head and chop it off, right? After all, Zhang Sheng was not a scholar, so he couldn't do such a thing.
The commentators knew clearly that even if a genius like Zhang Sheng killed someone on the spot in the commentary hall, would Taichu Palace really let him pay with his life? At most, he would be punished to face the wall for decades, and then he would discuss the rules with the Four Saints Academy, say some polite words, and pay some immortal silver. In a few years, Zhang Sheng would be released, but the dead were really dead.
In fact, everyone still had doubts. This time, the Fengyuan County unified examination was special. It was not just the people in the Review Hall. There must be great powers from various factions in the sky watching. But Zhang Sheng did so, why didn't the great powers from all parties make any moves? Even the great powers from the Four Saints Academy were silent.
It had been a while since the martial arts test began, and the situation in the field began to become clear.
The Qing and Huang teams were respectively located in the north and south, and both had completed the investigation of the terrain and the enemy's deployment. During the whole process, no scouts from both sides were killed or injured, which was a miracle.
In the south, Li Zhi's formation was originally close to the eastern mountains, but after the opponent's scouts came, it was moved to the west.
In the north, a girl with a delicate makeup stood in the middle of the army. After Li Zhi's scouts had explored, she moved the middle army forward a hundred feet and occupied a small high ground near the middle area.
In the south, Li Zhi looked north, but could only vaguely see the edge of the central area. On his left stood a girl holding a jade plate, in which hundreds of pills were neatly stacked. All the pills issued to ordinary soldiers were in this plate.
Li Zhi said: "Quality is more important than quantity. I will collect these pills, and each of the thirty elite soldiers in my personal army can get three pills. In this way, my personal army can fight from the beginning to the end!"
The girl looked up at Li Zhi and said admiringly: "Senior Brother Li is really a god in using troops!"
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