Immortality starts from the Red Mansion

Time passes day by day, and a lot of things happen these days. Hong Yi successively made suggestions for Prince Yu, went to the palace to meet Concubine Yuan, and even had a direct confrontation with Zhao Fei'er, the leader of the Da Luo sect.

It wasn't until the 60th year of Daqian's reign, on the ninth day of March, that the imperial examinations in Yujing City finally began.

Without the luck support from the Tao of Creation, the magic weapon, the Boat of Creation, was also taken back by the Taoist of Creation. Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji, the emperor and his ministers, faced an extremely severe situation.

Now Yang Pan's biggest fear is the threat from Taishang Dao Meng Shenji.

Without the Ark of Creation, what could they do against the Dream God Machine that had become the Creator, and the Eternal Kingdom, the King of Artifacts?

This imperial examination was extremely grand, with nearly 10,000 candidates taking part in the examination, making it the largest in history.

Yang Pan attached great importance to this and tried to find some talents loyal to the court to save the current situation.

The lineup around Hong Yi was extremely strong. Xiao Mu helped Hong Yi carry pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Ever since Hong Yi helped Xiao Mu solve the problem in the sea of ​​consciousness, this little girl had devoted almost all her friendship to Hong Yi.

Several martial arts masters such as Jingren Monk, Chi Zhuiyang, Shen Tiezhu, etc. surrounded Hong Yi, fearing that something unexpected would happen.

The same goes for other Juren. The poorest Juren is also accompanied by seven or eight slaves.

Thousands of ministers and servants combined, there were tens of thousands of people, and the crowd in front of the Gongyuan was filled to the brim.

Hong Yi also discovered several geniuses among them, such as an eight-year-old child prodigy Fangyuan and Xie Wenyuan, a literary master from the southern province.

The descendants of those sages and the aristocratic families that have been passed down for thousands of years all sent their own elite disciples to express their obedience to the imperial court.

After a long wait, the Gongyuan finally opened its doors, and what greeted these candidates was a body search, a procedure that was degrading to politeness.

Hong Yi sat in the small room, smiled slightly, glanced at the word "Confucius said" on the test question, picked up a pen and wrote a line on the paper, "One man can be a teacher for hundreds of generations, and one word can be a law for the world."

Suddenly, the big characters on the paper burst out and shone brightly, like stars.

In the void above Jade Capital City, there is a small temporary space with all the seats and filled with wine and food.

Jia Hui sat on the chair, and Li Qingzhao and Meng Bingyun also accompanied him to drink and have fun, admiring the brilliance of the literary spirit of the candidates of Zhonggong Academy.

With Jia Hui's current behavior, these people in the Daqian Dynasty have not been able to discover his existence.

Moreover, after Jia Hui's Hunyuan Jing absorbed the essence of many worlds, the so-called restraint of the court's luck on the martial arts had almost no effect at all. Even the statues of various scholars in the Confucian Temple had little impact on Jia Hui.

Li Qingzhao's eyes were full of joy. He was extremely lucky to be able to attend such a grand event in the literary world.

"Husband, look at this eight-year-old child, he is actually able to write beautiful articles, and his brilliance reaches the sky.

And this old man must be a master of Confucianism and Taoism. His literary spirit is upright, soft yet strong, enough to shine with the sun and the moon! "

Li Qingzhao said excitedly, pointing and explaining the outstanding figures in the examination room to Jia Hui's family.

Meng Bingyun had a smile on her face, her breath was soft, without any fluctuation, and she didn't even look at Hong Yi.

Jia Hui smiled and said, "Bingyun, aren't you worried about Hong Yi? This imperial examination can be described as a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger."

Meng Bingyun smiled brightly and said, "Hong Yi is destined to be the future Yi Zi. No matter how powerful others are, they will never be able to compete with the glory of the ancient masters.

My concubine is now a reborn body, and has nothing to do with her previous life. From now on, I just want to serve the master well and follow him to the position of Da Luo. "

Jia Hui chuckled, stretched out one arm lightly, and held Meng Bingyun in his arms. The other big hand had already flexibly held a ball of soft jade and warm fragrance.

"Bingyun, what you said is very good. As long as you follow me well, when I become Da Luo, I will be able to protect you forever."

Although Daluo Jinxian is not omnipotent, as long as he is willing to share some authority, he can still protect those close to him, but few people are willing to do so.

Even the Hunyuan Saint is almost omniscient and omnipotent. But when the catastrophe comes, he is unwilling to share a little authority to save his disciples.

But Jia Hui's thoughts are somewhat different. If these women are willing to accompany him step by step to achieve Daluo, then it is not unacceptable to share some Daluo authority.

Li Qingzhao looked over. Although she was still paying attention to the imperial examination, there was a hint of resentment on her face.

Jia Hui saw this and simply hugged the two beauties, one on each side, and focused on looking at the Gongyuan outside.

Finally, after a long time, Hong Yi's article came to an end.

A huge energy that had been suppressed for a long time rushed into the sky. The various tablets and statues enshrined in the Confucian Temple all trembled violently.

"A hundred saints are singing together, it's really a hundred saints singing together," Li Qingzhao stared at his beautiful round eyes and cried out.

Although Jia Hui had said it before, it was never as shocking as watching it live.

On the Fenghua Tower near Gongyuan, Emperor Qian Yang Pan who was watching, as well as Li Shenguang and other examiners who were invigilating the examination in Gongyuan, and even thousands of people were all shocked.

"How is it possible? How is this possible? In all the dynasties, hundreds of saints chanting together have never happened a few times.

Such people are all great Confucian scholars and will definitely gain the position of Number One Scholar. Even the emperor would not dare to disobey them. "

In the literary world, those who can achieve the chorus of hundreds of saints and be recognized by all scholars will be called the Lesser Sage and gain great fame.

"After Hong Yi achieved the name of the Lesser Sage, there will be nothing interesting to see later." Jia Hui chuckled.

"Next, Hong Yi's momentum is set, and no one can stop him from moving forward."

Although Jia Hui's hands were moving wildly, his eyes were extremely clear, "We just need to wait for Hong Yi and summon the great scholars to compile the Yi Jing in the future."

After writing the last word, Hong Yi's mind, which was immersed in the article, also woke up, and he naturally felt the fluctuations of the saints' statues.

"This article can be said to be the essence of my life's knowledge!"

One can imagine the sensation caused by Hong Yi's article in the Daqian Dynasty.

Especially Hong Xuanji, although he became a human immortal, he had obstacles in his heart and his martial arts had stagnated.

Now, one can imagine how he feels when he is crushed by his own son Hong Yi in the literary field.

It's just that such a grand event as the Hundred Saints Ming Qi is recognized by scholars all over the world. Even if Hong Xuanji is a grand master and a master of Neo-Confucianism, there is no way to suppress Hong Yi.

In a mansion in Yujing City, Wenqu Xingjun's eyes were shining.

"Great, the person I was waiting for has finally appeared. As long as I take this person under my command, or take away his opportunity, I can make up for the luck I lost with Bai Suzhen."

Wenquxingjun couldn't restrain his excitement. Whether he could be promoted to Golden Immortal or not depended on whether he could get this opportunity.

"The Jade Emperor really values ​​me very much. He sent me here, but I thought it was just a chore. Damn Taoist Taoist of Creation, the Emperor of Immortality, dare to refuse my solicitation. They are just two natives. Waiting for me to be promoted to Jin Immortal, I must suppress you two and become my slaves."

If Jia Hui found out about Wen Quxingjun's performance, he would definitely laugh at this guy for knowing how to kill himself.

Jia Hui himself did not dare to underestimate these two ancient sun gods, not to mention that Lord Wenquxing actually wanted to deal with them at the same time this time, plus Hong Yi, the son of the era.

Wenquxingjun's thoughts are no longer simply arrogant, but he already has a way to die.

Somewhere in the Daqian Dynasty, the Changsheng Emperor raised his head and looked into the distance, "Haha, there are still people who dare to take advantage of me."

In the Nether World, Taoist Creation's eyes were full of enthusiasm, "I haven't killed the immortal god from another world, but I want to see what he is capable of."

Lu Yan, who was teaching Su Mu, and Master Guanyin, who was walking among the people, each sighed.

"It's pitiful, Mr. Wenquxing has some delusional thoughts. If he doesn't turn around in time, he may be doomed."

Hong Yi, who had achieved the name of Yasheng, almost had a smooth journey, crushing his opponents.

The most enjoyable thing for Jia Hui to watch was the battle between Hong Yi and Champion Hou, a time-traveler, both of whom showed their special abilities.

The opportunity that Hong Yi got was far better than that in the original work. When he passed through the thunder tribulation, he directly became the ghost immortal of the second tribulation, suppressing the champion candidate to the point where he was almost unable to stand up.

The champion's divine stone fetus was taken away by Hong Yi, and the goddess Hanyue was suppressed, losing her greatest support. If Meng Shenji hadn't taken action in the end, even if the champion had the Panhuang Life Sword, he would have been dead.

"This champion is just a troublemaker. It's better to die as soon as possible."

Jia Hui, who was lying in the arms of his beautiful daughter-in-law, looked through the void with his eyes as he watched the champion escape with the help of the Panhuang Life Sword and the Dream God Machine.

"Bingyun, Qingzhao, I'm going out for a walk." Jia Hui stood up and stepped through the void to Qingzhou.

"Hong Yi, if you dare to steal my woman and magic weapon, I will definitely kill you and cut you into pieces." In the void in the distance, a fire dragon rolled up the champion and emerged from the crack in the space.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Jia Hui's mouth, and he punched out, firmly locking the champion.

"Who are you? You dare to attack me. Aren't you afraid that I will punish you as the Supreme Dao Sect Master?" Nine Fire Flame Dragon shouted in horror, and then disappeared into ashes.

"Meng Shenji, don't think I'm afraid of him." A trace of disdain flashed in Jia Hui's heart.

The champion was horrified. At this time, he did not understand the essence of the Shangmang Divine Spear. Once the Nine Fire Flame Dragon was destroyed, he fell into despair.

"Panhuang Life Sword, save me", the champion roared. A three-foot-three long sword flew out of the void, and a sword energy that was thousands of feet long shot out.

"Haha, it's just a magic weapon, but you dare to block me. Even if Panhuang reincarnates, he will not be my opponent."

Jia Huipi smiled, and directly defeated the sword energy with one punch, hitting the body of the Panhuang Life Sword.

With a cry, the weapon spirit of Panhuang's Life Sword was immediately killed and caught in Jia Hui's hand.

Then Champion Hou, who lost his ability to fly, was grabbed by a huge bare hand, and his bones were squeezed so hard that they creaked.

"Who are you and why do you want to kill me? I have endless wealth, let me go and I can give you everything I have," the champion shouted in horror.

The champion's cultivation was at the peak of the Martial Saint level, which was close to that of a human immortal. He had no ability to resist Jia Hui at all.

"It's better to die for a twisted life like yours." Jia Hui sneered and squeezed with his big hand, causing blood and flesh to flow out.

The champion Hou Yang'an is actually the Immortal King, the leader of the ancient god kings, a twisted life modeled on the genius of the Central World, Wu Yi.

This twisted life is naturally extremely demonic. It is a demon among demons and is not a normal creature at all.

And if you kill the champion, you don't have to worry about it affecting Hong Yi's growth. As the heir to the destiny of the medieval masters, Yi Zi is destined to become the protagonist of this era.

Jia Hui's big hands condensed with magic power ignited the blazing innate holy fire, burning the champion's twisted flesh and blood into ashes.

Jia Hui is really worried if he doesn't do this. The Immortal God King, the head of the ancient God Kings, is still stronger than the powerful man who shattered the vacuum. Ordinary Yang Gods are no match for him.

This terrifying god-king has its own will in every drop of flesh and blood. Champion Hou Yangan thought he was acting according to his own will, but he didn't know that his will was just the plaything of the Immortal God King.

Soon all traces of the champion Hou Yangan disappeared from this world, leaving only a gourd of good fortune and a magic spear.

"I don't need to care about the champion's wealth and women. His wife, Huang Yanyan, is a descendant of the true phoenix, and she is not a simple person.

The territory and wealth of the champion prince will be inherited by this woman, and it will be up to Hong Yi to negotiate in the future. "

Jia Hui smiled. His purpose this time was to kill such a nasty guy like the champion Hou Yangan. As for the reaction of the champion's cheap father Yang Pan, Jia Hui didn't bother to care.

"This trip is not in vain. The Panhuang Life Sword, the Gourd of Good Fortune, and the Shangmang Divine Spear are all good magic weapons."

Jia Hui proudly put away these magic weapons, waiting for him to refine and transform them when he had time, so that he could use them for his woman.

As for the Jade Emperor's Clothes that Hong Yi will refine for Prince Jade in the future, let him figure it out on his own.

Moreover, the future title of the Jade Prince, the Jade Emperor, is also an interesting phenomenon.

Jia Hui is almost certain that there is definitely some connection between this Jade Prince and the Jade Emperor in Heaven.

Jia Hui was not prepared to embrace Tianting's lap. It didn't matter to him who the future Jade Emperor of the Yangshen World was.

At the moment when the champion Hou Yangan died, in a mysterious place, a tall and immortal monument stood tall.

There are 480 million runes flowing on the monument, and a huge void snake emerges on the surface of the monument. Its body is like a Taoist, representing the avenue in the middle universe.

"Who actually killed one of my chess pieces and completely erased my mark."

This immortal god king, the great leader among the ancient god kings, has a distant look in his eyes, as if he is about to escape from the immortal monument.

But being bound by the countless runes, this big snake couldn't break away from it at all.

“Damn it, the power of the Immortal Monument has begun to absorb my strength again and become stronger.

The Immortal Emperor must have been resurrected, otherwise the magic weapon he refined with his own hands would not suddenly become so powerful.

I must come out of this monument at all costs, otherwise there is only death waiting for me. "

This god-king, whose power was comparable to shattering the vacuum, roared in the monument, trying to get out of the monument. (End of chapter)