Since ancient times, scholars had always been romantic. This did not refer to certain activities in bed, but to love. Being emotionless was not as bitter as being passionate. This was love.
There was love in life. This hatred had nothing to do with the wind or the moon. This was also love.
Too many scholars dreamed of the day when they could hold their children's hands and grow old together. Thinking about it, they would not regret it even if their clothes were loosened. They would become haggard because of her. Thinking about it, if their love could last for a long time, why would they be together day and night?
These feelings, there were bitterness, separation, unrequited love, and mutual love.
It seemed like many of them were not as beautiful as they had imagined. But, the scholars still fell in like moths to a flame.
Actually...
The reason was not hard to understand.
In this world, studying was the only way to become an official. Studying hard for 10 years, watching the sun rise and set, the flowers bloom and wilt, winter pass and spring come.
One day, riding a horse and holding a fan, receiving compensation from tens of thousands of people. If he agreed to the arranged marriage, and took off the veil...
It would be fine if she was beautiful, but how many beautiful women in the world could drink with scholars?
This was a world of two extremes.
Men could recite poems, write couplets, and paint paintings. These were all skills. Women, unless there were exceptions, generally speaking, the three obediences and four virtues were considered beauty. Being untalented was considered virtue.
Then, when these two people walked together, how many words could they use to communicate?
As a result, in the world of the two poles, brothels ran amok, wonderful songs sang loudly. Amidst the wind and moon, women played the zither, painted, recited poems, and formed pairs. They complemented each other, gazed at the moon, drank with each other, and talked about the past and present.
Why not?
As such, in this world, any famous scholar would be embarrassed to talk about love in the circle of scholars if he did not have a few heart-wrenching, tortuous love stories.
And Yun Qingwu, was undoubtedly the person that countless scholars of the Great Xia Dynasty yearned for, the person in their dreams of bitterness, unrequited love and admiration.
Because, Yun Qingwu knew the zither, painting, chess, poetry. It could be said that she knew everything that the scholars knew. She knew everything that the scholars knew. Furthermore, she knew everything that the scholars did not know. Furthermore, she was even better at it.
Then...
How could the scholars resist and not fall in love with such a woman?
"Why is Yun Qingwu in the Southern Region?!"
This was the first thought that popped into their minds. Their second thought was, "Has Yun Qingwu been kidnapped?" Of course, this second thought didn't last long.
That was because they saw the demons behind Yun Qingwu. They had solemn expressions but were extremely respectful towards Yun Qingwu.
"Yun Qingwu, is she a demon too?!"
When this thought appeared in the minds of the candidates, their hearts shattered. However, even as their hearts shattered, a few of the candidates mustered up their courage and clenched their fists.
Even if you're a demon, it can't stop me from admiring you.
This was love.
At least, this was the sentiment that the scholars of this world worshipped.
Nangong Hao also noticed Yun Qingwu on the cliff. However, his expression and reaction were completely different from the other candidates.
"He really didn't die?" Nangong Hao tightened his grip on his sword as he thought back to the scene in the lake not long ago. That time, he had used his sword to destroy the Seven Star Sword Formation, staining his white robe red.
However, he had always had a doubt in his mind.
That was...
Was the woman he killed on the boat really Yun Qingwu?
"The young master of the demons, Yun Qingwu!" Xing Qingsui's gaze was icy. He unsheathed his sword the moment he saw Yun Qingwu.
He pointed his black sword at the guqin in Yun Qingwu's hands, his battle intent soaring.
"What? Yun Qingwu is the... young master of the demons?! "
"Young Master Xing, are you sure?"
"How is that possible?"
When all of the candidates heard Xing Qingsui's words, they looked at the figure on the cliff in disbelief. This was even more shocking than pointing at a vegetable vendor and saying that this was the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty. At the very least, none of these candidates wanted to believe it.
Of course, it didn't depend on what they thought. It was...
The truth!
As the melodious music lingered in the air, the black-robed men standing behind Yun Qingwu lifted their cloaks one by one.
The two pale red demonic eyes lit up at this moment.
Even though the red in their eyes was different from the one on Bai Xing's forehead, it was obvious what state they were in.
Rebirth State, two Rebirth State cultivators!
There was another person standing next to the two Rebirth State cultivators. His demonic eye was green, but it was so green that it sent chills down everyone's spine.
Pinnacle of the Supernatural State.
The 10 Demon Domains. Three Domain Chiefs. Two of them were in the Rebirth State and one was in the pinnacle of the Supernatural State. All of the black robed men standing behind them had green eyes on their foreheads.
"Two in the Rebirth State, one in the pinnacle of the Supernatural State, and at least 50 Supernatural State elites. Furthermore... the Southern Region soldiers surrounding us... how are we going to fight this?"
"I'm going to die!"
"No, I'm here for the exam, I don't want to die!"
"Shut up, if you die, you die! What's there to shout about! Yun Qingwu, I only want to die in your hands! " One of the candidates looked at the other candidate with a look of disdain. Then, tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the figure in the white dress standing on top of Feng Su Peak.
Just as he finished speaking, a ray of purple light shot into the sky from behind Yun Qingwu. Then, it descended from the sky.
"Pfff!"
The candidate spat out a mouthful of blood.
He stared at his chest in disbelief. There was a sword in his chest, a sword that had pierced right through it.
Bright red blood flowed from the blade and dripped onto the ground.
"You..." The candidate looked at the middle-aged man and the red demonic eye on his forehead. He was filled with indignation.
"You're just a piece of trash!" The middle-aged man pulled out his sword, blood gushing out. However, he didn't even look at the candidate. In fact, he didn't even give him a reason to kill him.
Only four words came out of his mouth lightly.
He had studied hard for 10 years, entered the court examinations, and was pursued by tens of thousands of people. He was determined to find the love in his heart. This was the last thing he heard before he closed his eyes.
Just a piece of trash.
Panic, bewilderment, confusion, helplessness...
At this moment, these scholars, who had once thought of themselves as geniuses, finally understood one thing. In the Great Xia Dynasty, with the huge halo of aristocratic families behind them, they were the pride of the heavens.
They could indulge in love, they could leisurely stroll around the lake, they could chat freely, and they could recite poems.
However, once they left the Great Xia Dynasty and walked out of the limelight of the Great Xia Dynasty, there was nothing they could do.
Just like how they saw Fang Zhengzhi.
He was just a peasant. No matter how talented he was, what could he do? How could a commoner from a mountain village feel the power of an aristocratic family?
At that time, they were arrogant and arrogant.
But now...
When they were caught in the middle of the conflict between the Great Xia Dynasty and the Southern Region, when they were attacked by the Southern Region and the Demon Race, they also felt a sense of powerlessness.
A pinnacle Heavenly Reflection State genius?
In front of a Rebirth State demon, he was just a piece of trash.
A piece of trash that could be killed with a swing of the sword.
Chen Feiyu looked at the candidate lying in a pool of blood. That candidate was very close to him, so close that he was only two steps away. He could even feel the warmth of the blood spurting out from the candidate's chest after the middle-aged man pulled out his sword.
The fresh blood splattered on his face.
He looked at the hopeless expression on the candidate's face. For the first time, he felt that he was so close to death.
As a disciple of the 13 Constabularies, he had seen too much blood.
However, the blood was not as hot as it was now. The blood was protected by the 13 Constabularies.
When he broke through from the pinnacle of the Heavenly Reflection State to the Supernatural State...
He only had one thought in his mind. That was to show off his abilities. He wanted everyone to exclaim in awe and praise him. He wanted everyone to know that he was a genius.
But now?
When a Rebirth State Demon stood less than two steps away from him with a blood-stained sword in his hand and said the words' grass' to a human, who was also a descendant of an aristocratic family, the Rebirth State Demon Race was standing less than two steps away.
What was he doing?
As a Supernatural State cultivator, he had always wanted to show off his abilities.
However, now that the opportunity presented itself, he only had one thought. He did not know if he was waiting for the blade to fall or for the demon to leave.
Chen Feiyu did not look at the middle-aged man's expression. He did not look at the demonic eye that made his heart tremble. He lowered his head and looked at the pained candidate on the ground...
The middle-aged man kept his sword.
Then, he looked at the silent candidates around him. There was a look of disdain and disdain in his eyes.
He kept his sword and did not pull it out again. Slowly, the middle-aged man walked past the frozen candidates. He brushed past their shoulders and walked towards Bai Xing and Nangong Hao.
"He is only one person, as long as we work together..." One of the candidates spoke. However, before he could finish his sentence, he could no longer speak.
There was a sword at his throat. A sword that had been stained with blood.
The candidate stared at the sword in his throat with a look of disbelief, despair, and indignation. His expression was similar to that of the candidate from before. However, the difference was that he wasn't looking at the middle-aged man with the sword. Instead, he was looking at the people around him. He was looking at the other candidates who were drinking and chatting merrily with each other...
Right now, all of these candidates were looking at him as well. However, their bodies remained motionless and their mouths did not make a single sound.
"Ugh!"
Blood spurted out from his throat like a fountain, leaving its last bright color in the air.
The middle-aged man sheathed his sword once again. He did not even look at the candidate. However, he did not even bother to call him a piece of trash.
Fresh blood dripped from his hand onto the ground.
Step by step, the middle-aged man's expression did not change at all. Even when he reached Bai Xing's side and stood still, he did not speak.
He did not attack again. He looked at Bai Xing, Nangong Hao, Yan Xiu, and Fang Zhengzhi.
The sound of the guqin continued to reverberate in the air. From the moment the middle-aged man attacked to the moment he reached Bai Xing and the others, the music continued without a single pause.
The music was still as pleasing to the ears as ever.
However...
At this moment, the candidates could no longer hear the melody in their hearts. The only thing they could feel was blood, bright red blood.
"Young Master Xing, what do we do now?"
"Yes, the Emperor gave you the Emperor's token. He should have some instructions right? Did he leave the Mountain Breaking Army in the Southern Mountain Range? If so, now... "
"Young Master Xing, we can't stop so many soldiers from the Southern Region with just the few of us. There's also the demon race!"
All of the commanders finally opened their mouths. They all looked at Xing Qingsui, who was standing in front of them.
After all, the current situation had reached a point where they had no choice but to act.
He was surrounded by the Southern Region soldiers and the experts of the Demon Race. With such a huge difference in strength, there was no way he could win.
Xing Qingsui's appearance and the Emperor's Token in his hands made him their only hope.
When the other candidates heard this, they all turned to look at Xing Qingsui. It was as though they were looking at their last hope.
Xing Qingsui did not stand with the candidates. Instead, he stood with the commanders. In other words, he was closer to Fang Zhengzhi.
Listening to the words of the military commanders and the voices of the surrounding scholars, Fang Zhengzhi felt a chill run down his spine.
Xing Qingsui did not reply immediately. He turned to look at Bai Xing and the Southern Region soldiers pouring out of the Icy Monkey Settlement.
There was obvious hesitation in his eyes.
No one knew what Xing Qingsui was hesitating about. Logically speaking, this should be the time to fight the Southern Region and the Demons.
However, Xing Qingsui was hesitating.
At this point, the zither music finally stopped. The melodious music was gone, and so was the melody. However, compared to before, all of the candidates felt their hearts sink even deeper.
They felt as though they were waiting for a verdict.
Life or death!
This was a rather sad and laughable feeling. The woman whom the talents of the Great Xia Dynasty had fallen in love with was now in control of their life and death.
Then, what kind of decision would this woman, who was proficient in all four arts, make towards these scholars?
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