Chapter 135 "Who said I am a Confucian cultivator without blood?!"
After the scene on the scroll appears.
The whole scene fell into silence.
See that scene.
No one dared to speak out.
"This is..."
"Battlefield?!"
"No, even if Zeng Liangjiang is extremely talented, he can't appear directly on the battlefield, right?!"
“Who wouldn’t be uncomfortable with this?!”
"Tsk, I guess the two rivers are hanging by a thread now."
"There is no way, the assessment contents of the magic array are all random."
"It can only be said that Zeng Liangjiang is unlucky."
"………………"
Zeng Anmin could not hear these discussions.
At this time, he had entered the illusion formation.
When Zeng Anmin opened his eyes again.
In front of him was an extremely desolate hill.
"The Imperial Examination Fantasy Formation not only blocks memory and prevents participants from knowing that it is a fantasy formation."
"A "personal experience" should also be fabricated and implanted in the mind of the participant to let the participant know what he is doing now."
There was no expression on Zeng Anmin's face.
But he was secretly guessing in his heart.
"Otherwise, it would be a bit weird to be taking part in the imperial examination one second and then appearing in a strange place the next."
His eyes glanced at his golden finger panel.
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"Although Golden Finger prevents the magic array from affecting my memory, it is precisely because of this that there is no "excessive" experience in my mind now."
Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head.
"So I must not reveal any clues and wait and see what happens."
At this time, he was looking at all the surroundings.
This is a mountain.
He is now on the top of the mountain.
This mountain doesn't look too small.
But not too big.
Surrounded by bamboo forest.
He looked up at the sun, then at the environment and map around the mountain.
"From the perspective of plants and environment, this should be the south."
"Judging from the direction of the sun and the temperature, it should be in the Yaoshan area in the south."
"Wait...that's..."
Zeng Anmin looked in the direction behind him.
A team of nearly forty sergeants was seen squatting on the ground in silence.
No one dared to light a fire to cook.
The soldiers just took out dry food and water and ate it.
The dry food was even mixed with blood, water and clay from the ground.
It looks extremely disgusting.
But no one spoke.
They all held the cakes in their hands and ate in silence.
"The atmosphere is a bit dull."
Although it was just a glance, Zeng Anmin also took a general look.
This is a soldier who has just experienced a war.
And he was also wearing a pair of soft armor.
"This is the battlefield!"
A flash of realization flashed in his mind.
But there was no change in his complexion.
He stared at everything in front of him calmly.
He knew there were a bunch of people outside watching him.
Therefore, you must not reveal any signs that you know that this is a performance in the phantom formation.
All in all, we must perform this scene well.
"With the delay in waiting for reinforcements, the large army may have abandoned us!"
"Now the demon army is searching for us all over the mountain... We can't survive."
In this silent environment.
Suddenly someone spoke silently.
As this voice sounded.
Zeng Anmin frowned slightly.
It was obvious that such demoralizing words could be said.
And the soldiers around him didn't react much after hearing this.
They were all silent, eating the only dry food left in their hands.
The defeated soldiers.
It was obvious that everyone had a premonition of their own fate.
Zeng Anmin was silent.
He observed silently.
He felt the awe-inspiring righteousness flowing through his body.
In faint restlessness.
This is...
Zeng Anmin closed his eyes.
The aura of Haoran in the sea of consciousness is boiling.
Every strand was agitating, and Zeng Anmin felt their murderous intent from their boiling.
"Is this assessment also testing bloodiness??"
"That's too simple."
Zeng Anmin's heart moved and he already had a plan.
…………
Outside the phantom array.
Everyone is looking forward to Zeng Anmin's performance.
However, Zeng Anmin has been standing there silently since he opened his eyes.
Silent.
Doubts began to show on the students’ faces:
"It's not that... you're afraid, right?"
"Isn't it possible? If Zeng Liangjiang was rated as a loyal minister of the country by the prince, he would not be so weak-tempered."
"Then why did he not move for a long time?"
"Perhaps it's your first time being a face demon, so you're not used to it?" After someone said this, his voice became weaker.
"It should be. After all, Zeng Liangjiang was not afraid of death last time in the East Palace assessment. When facing the enemy, he could still say the heroic words "My Lord is in the south, how can I die facing the north"..."
"That's the rebels we're facing. This is the demon clan, it's different."
As soon as this sentence came out, no one answered.
It was obvious that as long as the phantom formation was about fighting monsters today, all the students performed poorly.
Zeng Anmin's performance of being silent for a long time.
It also surprised them.
…………
In the illusion array.
Zeng Anmin moved.
He stepped slowly and looked at the soldiers.
Shields, weapons and other equipment were scattered aside.
Low morale is not enough to describe their miserable situation.
Others were injured.
He came to a soldier and looked at the soldier condescendingly.
The soldier was eating the dry food in his hand, and when he felt a shadow shrouding his eyes, he raised his head numbly.
When he looked at Zeng Anmin, his eyes became respectful:
"Zeng Jianjun."
After hearing his words, Zeng Anmin nodded slowly.
His identity is a military supervisor.
The position of the military supervisor in the camp can be large or small.
Determined by the size of the force overseen.
“Is it delicious?”
Zeng Anmin spoke slowly.
This was the first thing he said after entering the illusion formation.
The soldier was startled.
Then he pursed his lips and replied in a low voice: "It's delicious..."
Zeng Anmin's phoenix eyes narrowed, and he slowly closed the distance between him and the soldier, his voice suddenly cold:
"I'll ask again, you answer truthfully, is it delicious?"
His voice resounded in everyone's ears.
At the same time, the awe-inspiring righteousness in him was boiling.
The majesty of the Confucian and Taoist monks pressed down on everyone.
An oppressive aura emanated from his body.
The soldier was held down at such a close range.
Swallowed hard.
"No...it's not delicious."
Finally, the soldier couldn't resist anymore, and his voice even contained a hint of sobs.
That dry food was hard to swallow, dry food mixed with blood and water.
It’s so delicious!
“It’s okay if it doesn’t taste good!!”
Zeng Anmin raised his voice fiercely. He left the soldier and stood in front of the group of soldiers. There was a touch of anger in his voice:
"We lost the battle!"
"But, aren't we still alive now?!"
"Look at what you are like now! You are like a lost dog!"
Zeng Anmin's red and phoenix eyes were filled with anger:
"As a sergeant, I have to be brave and not afraid of death! But I see one coward after another here!" "Can we survive? What nonsense! Since I took you into this mountain, then I will definitely take you out again!”
"After I return to Beijing, I will buy you a courtyard each! And I will reward you with a hundred taels of gold!"
Zeng Anmin angrily picked up a long knife from the ground and started:
"I am a Confucian scholar, but I am not afraid of fighting against the demon army! What are you afraid of?!"
Zeng Anmin's voice became passionate, and he waved the weapon in his hand:
"Break through! I have to fight my way through! If there is a sudden encounter with the demon army later, I will take the lead in the charge!"
"You are following me!!"
"If I die, whoever is lucky enough to come out alive will tell my father"
Zeng Anmin's eyes were fixed on everyone.
"I once Anmin, did not embarrass his old man!"
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After saying that, he looked at everyone:
"Whether you wait to die or follow me to fight your way out, it's your choice!"
After saying that, he stood there and waited.
In fact, Zeng Anmin also had some calculations in mind.
At the beginning of the phantom formation assessment.
There was a student named Wang Langlang, who was also in a certain death situation.
But the examiner also said that as long as he kills a demon clan, he can still pass the exam even if he dies later.
I think it's almost the same.
Therefore, in this case, it is better to go straight to meet those monsters and kill them.
…………
Outside the phantom array.
Zeng Anmin's stern figure stood on the top of the mountain.
His white hands did not match the sharp knife in his hand.
But every word he said in the formation was like thunder, exploding into the chests of the students.
Zeng Anmin's performance just now.
Let them feel the pride of men!
In just a few words, all doubts disappeared.
The scene was extremely silent.
Finally, someone spoke.
“Who dares to say that Confucian cultivators have no blood?!”
Some students were breathing heavily and staring at the figure in the illusion formation, their whole bodies trembling.
"Zeng Liangjiang, a loyal minister of the country! His Royal Highness is right!!"
"Zeng Liangjiang is a role model for our generation!!"
In an instant, the comments on the court changed the situation.
On the high platform.
Sai Chuxue pursed her lips.
She stared at the scroll floating in the air.
Don't know why.
She only felt her heart beating violently.
"I once Anmin, did not embarrass his old man!"
A simple sentence.
It was like a light filled with hormones, shining on her heart.
…………
In the illusion array.
All the sergeants fell silent after hearing Zeng Anbian's words.
They looked at Zeng Anmin blankly.
No one could have imagined it.
The frail Confucian and Taoist monk actually still has such a side.
"Zeng Jianjun is different from the bunch of cowardly Confucian cultivators I saw! I am willing to follow you!!"
Finally, a strong man stood out from among the soldiers. His eyes were firm and he clenched the weapon in his hand.
Standing behind Zeng Anmin.
He looked at the sergeants who were still there, with a hint of disdain in his voice:
"Sitting here and waiting for death is also death. It is better to take the initiative to kill."
"It's incredible that I can catch those beasts by surprise!"
"If I can really break out of the siege, I can also be promoted and make a fortune! Let the two children in my family not have to suffer the hardship of joining the army!"
Zeng Anmin glanced at the sergeant unexpectedly.
He didn't expect that this person actually had such insight.
really.
The sergeant's words had an effect.
"Indeed, if you sit here and wait for death, it is better to follow the demon clan and fight to the death! Even if you die, your mother-in-law can still get a symposium!"
"Damn it! Wang Erma! Let's go! Let's follow Zeng Jianjun and fight our way out!"
Another man stood up from the ground and came to Zeng Anmin's team.
But Wang Erma, whom he called out by name, hesitated and did not move.
It was obvious that he was still struggling in his mind.
……
The man was just silent for a moment, then suddenly burst out:
"Fuck your mother, Wang Erma, are you willing to wait for death here? Okay! If I and Zeng Jianjun fight out, I will really fuck your mother after returning home!"
He said with anger on his face: "In addition to your mother, I also fuck your mother-in-law!"
……
The corner of Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.
How should I put it...the words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.
Sure enough, after Wang Erma heard this, his face suddenly turned red.
He stood up from the ground with a "thump" sound, picked up his own sword and shield, and came to the side of the man.
He scolded me back in a face-to-face manner: "You'd better not die! If you die, I'll still be alive, so be careful about your mother!"
"Hehe." The man looked at Wang Erma next to him, with a grin on his face:
"Okay, I recognize that you are a cheap father, and you will fight with the monster beasts on the battlefield soon. Remember to protect your son!"
"Get out!"
……
"Hahaha!!"
When the remaining sergeants saw this scene, the haze and fear in their hearts seemed to dissipate a lot.
Many people laughed.
"Do it! Take me with you!"
"I'll go too!"
"If a person dies, his eggs will fall into the sky, he will not die for tens of millions of years! Kill him out!!"
"..."
Soon, all the sergeants, even the injured ones, stood up and followed Zeng Anmin.
"Zeng Jianjun, how to break out of the encirclement, we listen to you!"
Someone looked straight at Zeng Anmin.
At this time, Zeng Anmin looked at the faces full of hope.
But my heart began to waver.
He just wanted to fight his way out.
The idea of using these sergeants cannot help but come up.
He knew it didn't matter if he died.
But... this illusion formation is so real.
It's so real that all the soldiers in front of you seem to be alive!
Every pair of their longing eyes hurt Zeng Anmin's heart deeply.
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
His eyes looked down the mountain.
Green hills.
There are countless dense forests.
I don’t know how long it is from the foot of the mountain.
"How big is the enemy's army, how big is our army, and what is its combat strength?"
Zeng Anmin spoke slowly.
As soon as these words came out.
Many hearts that were originally relaxed began to sink again.
"The army of monsters is not afraid of death."
"They grew up in the Ten Thousand Monster Mountain, so when fighting in the mountain, they can often exchange one for two, or even for three..."
"If the demon army were not poor, without armor, and without weapons... this ratio might even be more terrifying."
A man said this.
When he said this, he clearly felt the lack of confidence in his heart.
Zeng Anmin's expression remained unchanged.
But my heart felt a little heavy.
It is indeed a certain death situation.
He took a deep breath and looked into the distance.
At a glance.
Many bamboo forests.
etc.
bamboo forest?
An idea flashed in Zeng Anmin's mind.
"The poor demon soldiers don't have armor, and they don't even have the weapons..."
What if we can defeat it with a favorable formation?
Zeng Anmin's eyes sparkled.
He looked at the soldiers with burning eyes.
Everyone is wearing armor and has short and long shields in their hands.
The armor and soldiers are complete, and this is the only place where the sergeants of the Great Holy Dynasty have an advantage over the sergeants of the demon tribe.
A bold idea appeared in his mind.
"What if I can really lead them out?"
"I wonder what kind of evaluation I will get?"
Zeng Anmin looked at the rugged mountain road.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that my idea is feasible!
(End of chapter)