Luoyang Plaza.

The ten-day period passed quickly. Regardless of whether it could rank among the top or not, Confucian scholars were confident of running three laps.

Of course, this is inseparable from the strong support of Luoyang's Shangfu. They not only prepared refreshments and meals, but also hired doctors to help Confucian scholars who were too tired to recover their health, but also invited soldiers from the Chinese army to explain the running tips to Confucian scholars and even donated a few Confucian scholars with martial arts to participate in a certain intensity of training to ensure the possibility of leading.

Because I don’t know how the admission criteria of the Lord of China are, no one is willing to give up this race. Everyone is probably not only ranked higher, but also see that some old scholars and young students who are over 50 years old also come to participate.

They felt that they might not be able to pass the exam, but it was very necessary to accumulate experience and might even get a good impression in front of Xu Ziling and the officials.

After the morning court, all officials came to watch the Chinese soldiers prepared the desk.

When Wang Shi Wang Tong and Wei Gong Wei Zheng entered the venue, tens of thousands of people cheered and applauded the students and Confucian scholars were also very excited. The first time the Huaxia students were about to start, and some of them would pass the hurdles and become pillars of the country. Everyone naturally hoped that they would be themselves, but more people would participate with the attitude of gaining experience. After all, there were thousands of Confucian scholars here and it was impossible for them to be included in the court as officials.

"Dangdangdang... Wang Shi Wang Tong personally raised a giant hammer and rang the bell nine times to indicate the beginning of the imperial examination questions.

The hearts of all the scholars were thumping and many people were ready to rush out and run around the field immediately. Of course, they had already understood that the act of rushing around the world would be a laughing stock in the world. The Chinese court would never be such a reckless person. Sure enough, there were signs in front of the case of the Chinese officials. Each card marked with a number on each of them. Each time the number of 100 people was not running around.

As usual, Wang Shi Wang Tong said some words to boost morale and let the Confucian scholars take a rest and nourish the qi and store the spirit or exercise the muscles and bones.

Everyone of the Confucian scholars knew that at this moment, all the Chinese officials were observing their performance. The Confucian scholars, who did not have the turn of numbers, quickly sat on the place set by the Chinese army and some grass and small cases on them with their personal belongings.

"Young Master Cheng, Mr. Yang, how are you doing?" The fat man clumsily ran to two Confucian scholars from Yangzhou who were taking the exam and asked, wiping their sweat.

"Running is not our strengths, but we will definitely do our best no matter what." Junxiu Cheng Gongzi bowed and said, "Brother Houde has taken care of many things before. Cheng and Brother Yang have not yet thanked me!"

"Why are you polite, you two, I read the articles of two shocking. If you can pass the Saint King this test, you will definitely be able to rise... Oh, God, the Saint King is here too! And the little princess, he is so lucky!" The fat man almost jumped up. If it weren't for the low position, he would have rushed up to pay homage.

"Is that girl in white the little princess Dongming?" The handsome young master Cheng nodded and said slowly: "He is pretty and not too old and has a little bit of genius and introverted. It's really hard to imagine that she can command the navy to win every battle...

"Ah, you are talking about Miss Chuchu... The little princess is the one who is wearing Confucian uniform like you. Don't you show that she looks very good in Confucian uniform? Of course, it's pretty good to wear Confucian uniforms. Everyone, Jingjing, may be the Saint King to speak." The fat man kept silly but let others listen. Xu Ziling in the distance just waved his hands to everyone and sat down in the Chinese military's seat and took a piece of paper with the Great Confucian Wang Tong. They didn't know what to discuss. The fat man felt a little regretful, but when he saw that the competition was about to start immediately, he stuffed a big bag and said, "Changing outfits should be able to run faster and wear Confucian uniforms, after all, it's a bit inconvenient!"

"No need, maybe it's against the rules if you change your clothes." Mr. Yang refused the fat man's kindness and said tactfully.

"Wait for a while, I'll help you find out some information and see if it's a violation of the regulations." The fat man enthusiastically stuffed the bag into the hands of the two of them, and then ran awkwardly to the acquaintance of the officials at the end of the world to inquire about the inside story.

"This guy is quite enthusiastic... Mr. Yang said with a smile.

"He is too enthusiastic and makes people dizzy." Mr. Cheng's face was a little bitter, as if he didn't like others' enthusiasm.

The great Confucian Wang Tong spoke again and then explained that as long as the Confucian scholars tried their best to complete the three laps and had the spare time to hand over the sign and write their own names, of course, whether they pass the test depends on Mr. Xu's own evaluation, he doesn't even know what the standard is.

It is definitely a must after running three laps, but no one doesn’t think the faster the better, and you must pay attention when writing your name. If you write it out so hard that you can’t climb, you will definitely be done. The top 100 Confucian scholars are the most confident Confucian scholars who are the first to collect the signs and can’t wait to participate in the selection competition. The quota of places is definitely limited. It is more beneficial than early.

When a hundred Confucian scholars changed into strong outfits and stood at the starting point, they did not look like everyone expected that the Lord of China would come.

He sent thirty farmers to follow after the first lap of Confucian scholars. Everyone understood the number of these thirty farmers and decided to choose the result. He did not say whether they were not selected thirty or only the top thirty or the people who caught up with these thirty farmers had to be defeated. Everyone only knew one result, that is, they had to reach the end as fast as possible, otherwise they would be finished.

Several of the Confucian scholars were martial arts children of the great clans. They were dressed in strong costumes and were so heroic that they flew out like arrows after Wei Zheng gave orders. Several people alternated to perform light skills (eb users, please log in to 6 to download txt format novel mobile phone users) immediately ran out most of the circle far ahead of everyone.

The Confucian scholars behind were even more anxious, but they also ran desperately to strive for a good ranking.

Several children of the big clans flew like arrows and waited for them to finish a lap. Most of them only ran half a lap. But what made ten thousand people exclaim was that when several children of the big clans crossed the finish line of the first lap, thirty farmers began to follow and run together.

It turns out that not all Confucian scholars started to follow after the first lap, but the first Confucian scholars started to follow after the first lap. The backward Confucian scholars and supporters secretly cursed the children of the big clans because they were too fast and too anxious. Almost the Confucian scholars had farmers chased after the last lap. This was even more miserable than other groups.

The children of the big clan were also quite surprised, but they couldn't figure out what the consequences would be if they let the farmers catch up with them, and they would be eliminated. So the few people ran together and ran more and more than half of the lap, rushing to the front of the third lap, and then using all their skills to fight the first star.

Although I don’t know what the result will be for the first place, it is impossible to make a mistake to enter the next round of scientific examinations.

Two children of the great clan ran through the end when the Confucian scholars ran exhausted for a while and they had already rushed through the end. Their families were naturally happy, but more people felt desperate. In this case, the Lord of China might stop the selection at any time. And even if they did not stop the selection, many Confucian scholars could not beat the farmers.

Although there is still a little gap to catch up, it is only one and a half now. Surprisingly, the Lord of China Xu Ziling only talks with the great Confucian Wang Tong and does not stop the game, which makes the Confucian scholars regain a little vitality. As long as the farmers behind them do not catch up, there is still hope for all fame and fortune. All hope is at their feet... No one does not sacrifice their lives. Their family and support also rushed to the sidelines and shouted that they would persist...

Several backward Confucian scholars made the farmers catch up with them and slowed down desperately to give up. The Chinese soldiers shouted loudly to signal them to continue this inexplicable hope and surprise. Could it be that there is another meaning? The role of those farmers is not to chase but to have another effect? ​​But no matter what, all Confucian scholars desperately chased the leading Confucian scholars, gritting their teeth and hoping that they could run to the front of those farmers to reach the finish line...

"It seems that we are in trouble." Mr. Cheng said with a little sadness: "Even if the farmers let us go two laps, they are afraid that they will run away."

"Look at those behind, they are still running. It seems that they are not chasing thirty people, but not selecting the last thirty people. Maybe..." Mr. Yang still has some hope. If someone withdraws halfway, some falls and some are worse than himself, then there should be very little hope.

Although some Confucian scholars outperformed the farmers, when they returned to the small case, the words they wrote were so trembling that their hands were uglier than dog crawling. Some people didn't even recognize their names, and everyone was anxious to hand over because this also decided the ranking. Some people were happy, some were upset, some were cheering, some were sighing, some wanted to hit the wall with their heads, some were just trying to get into the cracks in the ground... Everyone looked different.

However, no matter what, the competition is finally over and can only wait for the arrangement of fate. The Confucian scholars who were finished allowed a half-hour rest allow many Confucian scholars to get pardoned because it is probably harder to have them sit now than not being moved when they see a beauty.

After eight games, they were very weak. Many people fell to the ground and died dogs usually won’t move after running.

From relatively strong farmers, there are gradually ordinary people and even women.

In the 7th and eighth game, women signed up to compete for the chase because they could earn a tael of silver. This made the Confucian scholars feel ashamed, but there was no way, they could not refuse the meaning of the Lord of China. If anyone dared to object, it was seeking death! Surprisingly, these women ran at all, which made everyone laugh. When the women went back to drink water and eat big cakes, the Confucian scholars were still breathless and ran around.

What makes people even more hilarious is that many young and childish children easily outperform the adults and grimacefully make their families ecstatic.

A few old men who were both white and white fell to the end, but they still persisted to the end.

They knew that they would definitely not be able to choose, so they would jog until the end, of course, this also had the intention of letting Xu Ziling and the officials see their perseverance. They ran together and went straight to the finish line, so that everyone cheered them up and won the respect of many people.

"What should I do?" Mr. Yang asked.

"Fight!" Mr. Cheng took out the ribbon and tied his sleeves, then tied the ribbon on his forehead to fix the crown; Mr. Yang also prepared the actions of the two of them to make the fat man scream: "Don't you change your clothes? Can you run like this?"

"Let's jog and follow behind." Young Master Yang ignored the fat man and whispered to Young Master Cheng: "Press up your breathing in the previous section and retain your strength evenly. I think all those who can't stick to the end are because they have too much force in the previous section and they have no strength. It doesn't matter if they catch up with them. As long as we can persevere until the end."
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