Chapter 152: Encountering a monster in the mountains, the monster is very scary
"take it!"
Feng Qing'an sighed and handed the snow-white sword to Ming Longjia who was breaking the jujube tree in the courtyard.
There was an ordinary jujube tree planted in his courtyard. It was originally the growing season of spring and summer, and the branches and leaves were flourishing , but now, half of the branches of the tree had been broken, and it looked very desolate and miserable.
The culprit was naturally Ming Longjia, who was obsessed with martial arts techniques. In order to practice swordsmanship but had no suitable weapons, he used tree branches as a substitute.
But even if it was just a set of armor, the force generated by swinging it during practice was not something a mere branch could withstand, and the branch broke during practice.
Then, this guy continued to destroy the jujube tree. Feng Qing'an really couldn't bear to watch it. On the one hand, he couldn't bear to see this guy continue to harm the poor jujube tree. On the other hand, Feng Qing'an discovered that this guy's talent in martial arts, especially in practicing many techniques, was particularly amazing.
Although it is not quite reasonable for a set of armor to have a talent for martial arts, Feng Qingan has already determined that this guy has mastered all the boxing techniques recorded in the martial arts classics in just seven days.
Regardless of whether it is just a form or not, just look at the place where Ming Longjia stands when practicing boxing, and you will know from the grooves plowed by the wind from his fist that the fist it swings is by no means light.
If he was imitating humans' punching, it wouldn't be appropriate, but when practicing swordsmanship, Feng Qing'an could see the clues. When holding weapons, Ming Longjia's martial arts talent was even more dazzling.
But this set of armor did not have its own weapon, so Feng Qing'an handed the Qingshen Sword in his hand to it. Of course, it was not allowed to draw the sword and had to practice with the scabbard.
Chant
Ming Longjia was overjoyed when he received the Qingshen Sword from Feng Qing'an. Looking at Ming Longjia who got the sword and started practicing swordsmanship again, the young man's lips moved slightly, and he finally swallowed the words he wanted to say.
After all, as a piece of armor, it does not need to rest or eat. As long as there is spiritual energy, it can continue to move, and the Minglong Armor can absorb spiritual energy by itself.
The moment Feng Qingen gave it spirituality, this set of armor was already different from other armors. It could even be regarded as a unique creature. Otherwise, the appraisal results would not give a combat power rating.
But no matter what, this guy is really too crazy. His sleepless nights, either reading or practicing, are so hardworking and persistent that it puts a lot of pressure on the people around him.
Heishan was forced to give up sleeping. He should have been following Feng Qingan to eat, drink, travel and relax, but he ended up practicing all day long, and the little white wolf who followed him was also dragged along.
Feng Qing'an was affected by this atmosphere and was also swept up in it for a while. When he was eating and drinking in the city during the day, he even felt a sense of urgency and depression in his heart, and he wanted to go back to practice as soon as he finished eating.
Fortunately, this only affected him for a very short period of time. After Heishan condensed the demonic power in his body and suppressed his realm while completing a small transformation, Feng Qingan naturally received feedback.
It was after this feedback that Feng Qing'an finally came to his senses and stopped joining in the fun. Why should he join in the fun? He just needed to urge the guys like Heishan to practice hard. He could even lie down and do nothing.
As soon as a thought arises in your mind, the world becomes vast in an instant.
After figuring it out, Feng Qing'an allowed Heishan Baiyao and Minglongjia to practice and train day and night. He returned to his original state, eating when it was time to eat and drinking when it was time to practice, and sleeping when it was time to sleep.
While Feng Qing'an was eating and drinking to his heart's content, enjoying himself and satisfying his oral desires, the day of the provincial examination arrived quietly.
Following the crowd to the examination hall, the streets surrounding the provincial examination hall were already bustling with people coming and going. One could see that the runners and soldiers mobilized by the local government were scattered throughout the streets to maintain order .
The prefectural examination was much better than the county examination in terms of the specifications of the examination halls, the degree of attention paid by the government, and the intensity of the search. Even Feng Qing'an did not receive any special treatment as he was checked inside and out.
However, one thing remained the same as in the county examination, that is, outside the examination room, although he was the youngest, he was still the center of everyone's attention. He was still the focus of the crowd and the center of discussion among the candidates and students.
However, unlike the candidates in the county examination who mostly spoke flattering and praising Feng Qing'an, many candidates in the prefectural examination looked at Feng Qing'an with different eyes, and their words were basically critical, without many nice words.
He has a high opinion of himself, looks down on others, thinks himself to be extraordinary, and is disrespectful... Feng Qingan, who has keen five senses, can hear many comments against him, and almost no one says anything good about him.
Even if Feng Qing'an heard it, he would have sneered. He was of course well aware of the reason why his reputation was rapidly declining.
As for men of letters and poets, what they like most is to make friends through literature. Many candidates who arrived at Jiangyang Prefecture in advance, as long as they have considerable family wealth, would hold poetry and literary gatherings to make friends with other candidates.
Feng Qing'an was the most special one among the candidates in Jiangyang Prefecture. The number of invitations sent to his door was so many that they could be burned as firewood. In fact, he did so.
Because Feng Qing'an didn't want to waste time, at first, out of curiosity, he participated in a literary gathering held by a fellow villager from Yongning County. However, after he got there, he found that it was just a group of guys who hadn't even achieved fame and honor, praising each other. Of course, the main person being flattered was him.
Although it felt good to be complimented by a group of people, he couldn't stand listening to a group of people flattering each other every day. In comparison, he still felt that the food in Jiangyang Mansion was more attractive. So, he did not reply to any subsequent invitations and threw them into the stove to burn them.
Such an eccentric and noble behavior naturally made Feng Qing'an "cut himself off" from the literati community in Jiangyang Prefecture. Those literati and scholars who had failed to invite him lost face, and it would be a miracle if they could say anything good about him.
However, to Feng Qing'an, such words were just the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies. Although they were unpleasant to hear, after a period of time, he would no longer hear them.
People who have not even achieved fame and fortune start to form cliques and engage in private activities. What can they achieve if they concentrate on this? Maybe there are a few talented people among them, but if they don't put their minds on books, how far can they go? Is this something that people who are not even tongsheng should think about?
"Ah!"
Feng Qing'an stepped into the examination room. Not long after, the provincial examination began. This provincial examination was not as tiring as the county examination. It only lasted for one day and was divided into three sessions. It would be over after the exam.
Three days later, the results of the provincial examination were announced. The top scorer was Feng Qing'an, as expected. Feng Qing'an took the result indifferently. After taking a look at the result, he turned around and left to look for something to eat.
Behind him, there were shouts of pain and hysterical crying, mixed with laughter and shouts of ecstasy.
“I got it! I got it!”
"Haha, I got it too!"
The various types of scholars are once again displayed on this list, which is more clear than the county examination, because if you pass the prefectural examination, you will have a reputation and will be superior to others.
The passing rate of the provincial examination was extremely strict. There were thousands of people from Jiangyang Prefecture who took part in the examination, but only a hundred were admitted, and only one out of ten passed.
This is just the examination for becoming a student. If it is the academy examination, it will be even more cruel. However, as the first place in the prefectural examination, as long as there are no major faults in character, you can basically be on the list by participating in the academy examination.
Although Feng Qing'an had already reserved the title of scholar, at this moment his attention was focused on the huge plate of food in front of him and he did not care about the title.
"The college entrance examination, I remember, was held in Fengtian City. I have tried almost all the delicacies in Jiangyang City. It's time to set off for Fengtian City!"
After eating and drinking, Feng Qingan settled down on his journey.
Feng Qing'an had heard of the name of Fengtian City when he was a child. It was one of the secondary capitals of the Great Jin Dynasty and also the former capital of the previous dynasty. Even today, its prosperity is only slightly inferior to that of Kyoto, and is far from comparable to Jiangyang Prefecture where he is now.
On the second day after the results of the provincial examination were announced, Feng Qing'an appeared outside Jiangyang City, and beside him were Hei Bai and Erlang. Such an outstanding and unique figure did not attract much attention from passers-by, because in front of him stood two majestic figures, one civil and one military.
"The college entrance examination will not begin until August. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Unless the food in this city is not to your liking?"
Judge Wu, who came to see him off, had regret and reluctance in his eyes. If possible, he really wanted to persuade this young man to stay in Jiangyang Mansion permanently, but he also knew that this was impossible.
"Of course I am satisfied with Jiangyang City's delicacies, but now I have eaten all over the city, and there are so many delicious foods in the world. I want to try some somewhere else that I have never seen before!"
"Then we wish you a safe journey and to taste all the delicious food in the world!"
After some communication, seeing that Feng Qing'an had made up his mind and could not be persuaded to stay, the two ghosts and gods who came to see him off could only offer their blessings.
Feng Qing'an waved goodbye to the two ghosts and gods, and instead of taking the main road, he led Heishan and Baiyao into the mountains and forests, specifically choosing to go through the deep mountains and old forests where few people had been. When the two ghosts and gods saw the route Feng Qing'an had chosen, they looked at each other with complicated expressions.
"This Mr. Feng really has the demeanor of his brother!"
Judge Wen, whose Yin Shen body had lost a lot of its coldness compared to a month ago, suddenly sighed.
"I heard that this wasn't your evaluation when you first met this young master!"
"Isn't this a mistake?"
"Hahaha, you actually have the nerve to admit it!"
"Why should I be embarrassed? I am just a small ghost in a small city. How can I recognize the gods?"
"Speaking of which, if this young master really has the demeanor of his brother, I wonder how many monsters and demons in this forest will suffer!"
"yes!"
The two ghosts looked at each other and were speechless.
This young master's elder brother was so famous that even the gods and ghosts did not dare to mention him too much, because the number of gods and spirits who fell under his sword was so great that it was impossible to count them all.
At this moment, in the mountains and forests, Feng Qing'an, riding on the back of the Black Mountain with the white wolf following behind him, felt his heart was refreshed and his spirits were relaxed. Looking at the vast and endless mountains and forests in front of him, his mood became much better.
This forest with dense shade is a forbidden area that ordinary people will never set foot in. It is really difficult to move in it. If you are not careful, you will lose your life.
But for Feng Qing'an, this place is far more comfortable than the big cities in the human world. He does not need to hide or suppress himself, and he can use all his magical powers to his heart's content.
Coo! Coo!
There was blazing fire rising from his shoulders, transforming into two strange-looking firebirds. A golden-scaled dragon poked its head out from between his collar, and then clouds and mist gathered, lifting its body. It swelled in the air against the wind, and transformed into a nearly two-foot-long dragon that circled in the air, following Feng Qing'an as it danced and wandered among the woods.
The vibrant green forest with all things alive in front of him made Feng Qing'an and everything with him in high spirits.
However, no matter how high the spirit is, it will be exhausted as the scenery in the forest repeats itself. The firebird merged into Feng Qing'an's body, and the golden-scaled dragon also crawled into Feng Qing'an's robe.
Even Feng Qing'an began to think about what to eat later. Away from the big city in the world, in the mountains and forests, don't think you can eat and drink to your heart's content by just throwing some gold and silver.
Just when Feng Qing'an was thinking about what delicious food to cook to satisfy his stomach, Bai Yao was the first to let out a warning growl, and Heishan followed closely and also realized something was wrong.
It’s not that Heishan is not as alert as Baiyao, or that his perception is weaker than Baiyao’s. This is just a difference caused by the different paths taken by both parties. As a spiritual beast, Baiyao is naturally friendly to all things in the mountains and forests, and her perception can be blessed by the natural mountains and forests.
Evil spirit!
Feng Qing'an raised his head and looked in the direction that made the two wolves alert. Soon, he saw a thick demonic aura spreading in the mountains and forests. A strange team appeared in front of the young man, which made the young man look interested.
It is normal to encounter goblins and ghosts in the remote mountain forests, but this is the first time Feng Qingan has seen such a special goblin.
What appeared before the young man was a group of "people" wearing bright red robes with happy faces. In the team, there were also many "people" carrying gifts. The most obvious gift among them was two fluttering wild geese.
If one were to see them in the human world with such attire and the gifts they carried, one would know without asking that it must be two wealthy families getting married, and going through the formalities of three letters and six betrothal gifts.
But seeing this scene in the mountains was extremely weird, especially since Feng Qing'an saw these people in two completely different yet overlapping appearances.
A group of foxes dressed in human clothes and walking upright in human postures. The leader was an old fox with dark red hair and long beard.
Feng Qing'an stopped because of the sudden appearance of the group of foxes, and the group of foxes, who seemed to be on their way to propose marriage, were also surprised when they saw the young man riding a wolf.
The originally joyous team suddenly became chaotic. Some foxes carrying gifts were frightened and even lost their magic. Their clothes fell off, revealing their true form, and they fled towards the forest behind them...
