Chapter 27 Zheng Tao

Go to your house to drink? Whether I can come out alive is another matter. No, no!

Mo Qingkuang shook his head, ignoring the admiring eyes of the crowd, and turned to the clerk who was stunned on the spot and said: "Go on."

The clerk came back to his senses and nodded hurriedly: "Hey, I'll do it for Mr. Kuang."

The registration procedure is not complicated. You just need to report some information and let the painter finish the portrait. It's done.

Next, the most important item is the age test.

The martial arts examination selects young talents, and only those under the age of 18 can participate. However, there are always some people who are over the age and want to get a name by lying about their age.

Therefore, in the martial arts examination, many people were eliminated in the age item.

There are also many people who are afraid that they will be over 18 years old in three years and have no qualification to participate, so they come to participate in the martial arts examination when they are just 15 years old. This kind of candidates can only be said to have bad luck.

But how can the world be so fair? Being born at the wrong time is also a manifestation of your lack of luck.

The clerk led Mo Qingkuang into the side hall. When Mo Qingkuang was queuing before, he saw that many candidates who had recorded their information were led there. It must be the place where the age test was conducted.

After entering the side hall, Mo Qingkuang saw that there were still many people waiting in line. There were two passages for age testing, one on the left and one on the right, for men on the left and women on the right, to distinguish.

Just when Mo Qingkuang wanted to queue up, he saw a man dressed as a servant running to the clerk and whispering something.

The clerk's face changed when he heard it, and then his smile became even bigger. He came to Mo Qingkuang and bowed deeply: "Mr. Kuang, there are many people queuing here. I will take you to another place for testing."

Mo Qingkuang was stunned and asked with some vigilance: "Is there any back door?"

He didn't like queuing either. From childhood to adulthood, there were not many things that he could do personally, let alone queuing up in person.

The clerk smiled and said: "Mr. Kuang, special people should be treated specially. You see, the Ninth Princess and Mr. Li don't need to register in person."

Mo Qingkuang thought about it and felt relieved. The rich and powerful have their own special treatment. I was in Tiannan City, and it was the same.

After defeating Li Ang with one palm, I believe that my talent has been valued enough. It is understandable that the Tianxuan court gives me some preferential treatment.

"Let's go."

The clerk led Mo Qingkuang around the side hall and entered the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard is actually not big. Under normal circumstances, it is a place for the head of the government office to take a short rest on weekdays. It is just a yard with a few houses.

At this moment, there is no one in the yard, only a half-covered door, the light inside is dim, and it is impossible to see what is inside.

The clerk looked at the half-covered door with some fear, turned his head and bowed to Mo Qingkuang, saying: "Mr. Kuang, I will send you here, you go to that room for inspection."

After that, the clerk hurried away, and Mo Qingkuang didn't even shout to stop him.

Since we are here, we should make the best of it. Mo Qingkuang slowly approached the house. The silence here seemed to completely separate the noise outside the government office separated by a wall, and the atmosphere was stagnant.

Unconsciously, Mo Qingkuang felt an inexplicable pressure from his heart.

"There is a master inside." Mo Fan reminded slowly. He sensed that there was no one else in the courtyard, only in the half-covered door, there was a powerful aura hidden.

Mo Qingkuang paused when he heard the words: "Grandfather, how high is it?"

"I estimate it to be above the king level, it should be a high-grade king." Mo Fan recovered his strength. Although he could not use it without the help of his body, his perception ability was still not affected.

The aura in the room was at least the fifth-grade martial king.

"Then, can I go in?" Mo Qingkuang was a little nervous. That was a martial king, a figure who dominated one side, and his little cultivation was wiped out with a breath.

Now, the room was dark and quiet, without even the sound of breathing.

In the dark, Mo Qingkuang felt that there was a prehistoric beast hiding inside, which made him stay away.

"Go, he has no hostility towards you." Mo Fan said softly.

Zhongzhou is the territory controlled by the Tianxuan Empire, and Jingdu City is the political center of the Tianxuan Empire. All the dignitaries there have superb strength.

Due to the length of the article, Mo Fan did not focus on describing too many masters of the Tianxuan Empire at the beginning, but just used the death or surrender after the country was destroyed.

Among them, only a few people were spent on his writing.

The one who led Mo Qingkuang here should be one of them, and he was a little curious about which one it was.

Mo Qingkuang believed the words of the old ancestor without a doubt. He calmed down his uneasy mood and came to the door and knocked respectfully: "Junior Kuang Qing, meet the senior."

After a while, a gentle voice came from the room: "I haven't seen you yet, come in."

The voice was gentle and gentle, making people feel like bathing in the spring breeze. Mo Qingkuang's fear dissipated a lot for a while.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the room, only to see a man sitting in the middle of the hall.

Then he looked at the sunlight outside the door. The man had a white face without a beard, delicate skin, and half white temples. He looked quite old.

He was wearing a coarse linen shirt, and a pot of clear tea on the table beside him was curling with white smoke, like a hermit.

Although his clothes were not obvious and his appearance was young, his eyes, which seemed to have experienced a lot of vicissitudes, were like bright stars, as if they could see through Mo Qingkuang.

"Junior Kuang Qing, nice to meet you, senior." Mo Qingkuang bowed respectfully again. This was the first time he saw a living king-level expert.

"No need to be polite, I am Zheng Tao, the dean of the Imperial College Martial Arts Academy. With your ability, it will be no problem for you to enter my Martial Arts Academy, and you will be my disciple in the future." The man smiled gently and waved his hand to indicate that Mo Qingkuang did not need to be polite.

"It turned out to be him?" Mo Fan was a little surprised.

Zheng Tao is the dean of the Imperial College Martial Arts Academy. He is the eighth-rank martial king. He was the second place in the martial arts examination and the third place in the literary examination of Fu Qing, the principal of the Imperial College. He is a character that Mo Fan has described. He died with Fu Qing in the battle of Tianxuan's destruction of the country.

In their class, there is also the current dean of the Imperial College Literature Academy, Hua Ge. The first place in the literary examination and the third place in the martial arts examination. The three of them took the top three places in both the civil and martial arts examinations of that imperial examination. They are known as the three heroes of Tianxuan, the golden generation.

The period of their rise was also the period when the Tianxuan Empire was faintly rising. Later, due to some changes, the Tianxuan Empire did not revive, but declined.

And this Zheng Tao is the first supporter that Mo Fan chose for Mo Qingkuang. After entering the martial arts academy, he is naturally the dean's disciple. If he can become a disciple, there will be few people in the entire Tianxuan Empire who dare to provoke the Mo family.

"Come and sit down, freshly brewed tea." Zheng Tao's eyelids drooped slightly, and he pointed to the seat on the other side of the table.

Mo Qingkuang was a little hesitant when he heard it.

"Young man, why are you so restrained? Just sit down when I tell you to. The old man is not a scourge, can he eat you?" Zheng Tao saw that Mo Qingkuang was a little scared, and couldn't help laughing.

"This... Then the junior is better to obey than to be respectful."