PDLP Chapter 224 Minions
Chapter 224 Minions
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Wang Daniu felt very wronged.
"I am just a lowly copper-skinned warrior."
"If even those two steel-dirty martial arts masters couldn't withstand it, me going up there would be nothing more than adding food to the pot."
"If I hadn't run back to deliver the news, you might not even have known that the two of them had gone to their respective bridal chambers and consummated their marriage."
Yang Silang slapped his forehead and immediately praised.
"Da Niu, you did the right thing!"
"Let's walk and talk..."
The two hurriedly went out, and then took Daqing's hand and ran outside.
Wang Daniu saw Daqing and complained a couple of times—he should have brought Daqing with him; the two of them wouldn't have been caught so easily.
Wang Daniu also explained what happened on the way.
It turned out that the three of them squeezed under the East Chang'an Gate, which was the place where the gilded list was posted every year.
Officials from the Ministry of Rites carried the golden list, stamped with the emperor's seal, out of the Meridian Gate, accompanied by drums and ceremonial guards, and proceeded to the East Chang'an Gate.
Outside the gate was a row of specially made wooden frames. The list of successful candidates was invited up there by officials and displayed to the public for three days.
This wooden frame is several feet tall.
The list of successful candidates was also specially made. It was actually composed of many sheets of silk cloth that were rolled up and were as thick as pebbles and as long as spears. The names and hometowns of the students were clearly written on them in characters the size of a fist.
When the complete list of winners is displayed, it looks like a golden wall.
The area below was naturally packed with onlookers, many of whom were quite clever and started looking from number 154.
Because almost everyone before them came from aristocratic families, while those starting from number 154 were all from poor families.
Someone was tasked with compiling a list of students' names, appearances, and accommodations. Upon seeing a name, they would frantically run out to announce the good news and ask for a reward.
Of course, this matter also carries great risk, as one might arrive empty-handed, since some successful candidates come directly to the scene to enjoy the most glorious moment of their lives.
Most of those who passed the imperial examinations only reached this level of achievement in their lifetime. Without connections, they would be sent to serve as officials in other regions, eventually striving to become officials of the fourth or fifth rank.
So this is their most glorious moment. After years of martial arts training, isn't it all for them to show their skills in front of others?
Therefore, even with the risk of having to find a son-in-law after the exam results were announced, many candidates still came.
Besides, many of them even wanted to be captured... After all, becoming a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations) was just a ticket to becoming an official.
If you want to rise higher in rank and cultivate yourself to become stronger, you also need good help.
As for aristocratic families, they are the best supporters, and as for the constraints and restrictions they are subject to, they endure them in order to become high-ranking officials.
Therefore, the comments section was very lively.
There were commoner martial artists who simply came to absorb some of the emperor's aura.
After all, becoming a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations) was quite an achievement in the eyes of the common people.
There were also newly appointed scholars who needed to see themselves on the list of successful candidates in person to feel at ease, and at the same time, they had the desire to show off their abilities in front of others.
The other group consisted of men dressed in fine clothes but dressed as servants, each with bulging muscles and gleaming eyes, ready to snatch people at any moment.
There are also rules for choosing a son-in-law after the imperial examination results are announced.
The top two spots are too expensive to compete for.
The top three teams only compete for the top two spots.
The top 153 are all members of various families.
Noble families don't rob other noble families, since everyone is a celestial being. If someone were to be taken away from a celestial being, who would become the superior and who the inferior? That would be troublesome.
All three top scorers came from humble backgrounds.
There's no need to rush for the mediocre ones in the middle, but you should definitely rush for the ones at the front and back of the line.
The fact that the team leader's family can usually afford to support this level of wealth indicates high talent, and their children are likely to have even greater potential.
The person at the back of the line may not be the most talented, but they are definitely in good health. They can work hard and earn more, ensuring that the number of children they have remains at a minimum.
As for the middle ground of not being able to find a suitable match, there aren't many women from prominent families to marry them off to, so it's actually a safer option.
Zhou Mingxuan thought that since he was ranked 350th, he was already in the team and should be safe.
To everyone's surprise, his appearance immediately attracted the attention of three powerful families who began to scramble for him. As soon as the three families moved, even more servants from these powerful families rushed into the crowd to try and snatch him away.
These powerful families are also interesting; they remain silent when they kidnap people, without revealing their family affiliation. Whoever makes the first move gets to keep them.
In fact, most of the servants knew each other well and had a mental record of which families they couldn't afford to offend, so they would avoid confrontation.
When the three servants entered the fray, two of the groups immediately withdrew, clearly indicating that the family that remained must be a force of considerable power.
Zhou Mingxuan wanted to turn around and run away, but he never expected that the leader of the servants was actually a grandmaster.
Before he could even leap out with his Wind Chasing Leg technique, he was caught in mid-air by someone's Eagle Claw Hand, who sealed his Qi Sea and acupoints, and carried him away like a chick.
Zhou Mingxuan was arrested.
Fu Hongying wasn't in a hurry.
As a result, the head servant's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he said that the Fifth Young Master was still missing a concubine to warm his bed, so he also took her down.
The servants had already seized a man and a woman, and were extremely satisfied with them, so they turned and left.
Wang Daniu, still shaken, remained where he was. Because he was a simple-minded man, he posed no threat and no one paid him any attention.
Beneath the list of successful candidates, groups of three to five servants from various noble families began to capture the top three scholars.
The scholars then used their various skills to escape; some stepped on people's heads to run away, while others used their teleportation techniques to hide in the crowd and escape in the chaos.
There were also those who were extremely stubborn and fought directly against the servants.
In an instant, fists and feet flew back and forth, true energy surged, and blood and qi churned.
The area beneath the imperial examination hall became a martial arts arena, with incredibly exciting fights that were far more entertaining than the arena battles in the palace.
The people of Beijing are all seasoned veterans; they've seen this kind of scene many times in previous years. They leave early but still manage to secure a good spot, ensuring their safety while enjoying the show.
Zhou Mingxuan was unlucky enough to be arrested, which also ruined Fu Hongying's luck, and the two of them were arrested together.
"Which company robbed them?"
If it were one of the four great calligraphers of the Wei and Jin dynasties, then things would be troublesome.
"I heard people say that he was a servant of the royal family."
The Wang family is a second-rate aristocratic family in the capital, but in the provincial capital, they would be considered a great family on par with the Huang, Bai, Zhu, and Wu families.
Do you know the place?
Yang Silang shook his head.
"If I followed them all the way there and then came back to report, they would probably be in their bridal chamber by then and it would be too late."
"Don't we have Daqing?"
Daqing is a unique donkey demon with an exceptionally keen sense of smell, which it used to detect the presence of mare foals and donkeys in the wilderness.
It's just as effective for finding people.
After hearing this, Yang Silang asked Daqing directly.
"Daqing, can you still smell their scent?"
Since Daqing set off for the capital, he only showed off his skills once by removing the accumulated corpses and evil spirits in the river. After that, he had been feeling frustrated and resentful.
It cannot speak in public, cannot use its magic, and what makes it even more aggrieved is that it can only live in the stable, squeezing together with that red stallion of northern blood every day.
Today, the master is selecting his generals.
It cheered and let out a joyful cry.
"Master, don't worry..."
"Since you enlightened me twice, my bloodline has evolved and my supernatural powers have transformed. In terms of sense of smell alone, I am not much worse than a dog demon."
"As long as I reach the East Chang'an Gate, I will be able to catch a whiff of their presence."
The enlightenment it speaks of refers to Yang Silang bestowing upon it the ability to repair and evolve its original nature.
"Hurry up...don't dawdle," Yang Silang urged.
The two men and their donkey traveled at full speed and soon arrived outside the East Chang'an Gate.
Daqing lowered its head and snorted a few times, its surging demonic energy concentrated on its nose.
In an instant, his entire nose turned a deep purple, as if carved from purple jade, and two long white nostrils swayed in and out of his nasal cavity like white snakes.
The two men had been going in and out of Yang Silang's courtyard, and had long since memorized the taste.
"Found it..." it transmitted telepathically.
Daqing, the donkey, took the lead and began to gallop along the street, heading straight out of the city.
After leaving the capital, they traveled for another half an hour.
Suddenly, a fortress-like manor appeared before them.
The outer city wall was about ten feet high, with watchtowers around it, and servants patrolled back and forth with knives at their waists.
"This is it," Daqing said decisively. "I can smell them; they're in this garden."
Yang Silang also tried to contact Mo Xinlian using the black ring during this half hour, but unfortunately the cat demon had disappeared again and there was no response.
Without further hesitation, he stood in the open field, took a deep breath, and roared out.
"The Wang family who snatched him away!"
"Give my brother and apprentice back at once!"
"I am a guest minister of the Mohist school, and I have a token here to prove it."
Yang Silang roared with his true energy, his voice like thunder, echoing throughout the entire manor, and then slapped the big green dog.
"Ascend to heaven! Charge in!"
Even a newly appointed scholar from a humble background, if he were to attack a noble family's estate, would be courting death.
However, by donning the cloak of the Mo family, one of the four top aristocratic families in the capital, one can make a name for oneself.
Wang Daniu asked urgently.
"Fourth Brother, what about me?"
Yang Silang had already ridden his big blue horse into the air and didn't even turn his head.
"Find a place to hide and wait..."
He rode the big blue horse, soaring several meters into the air, directly over the outer city wall and into the sky above the manor.
At this moment, a gong was struck on the city wall.
The servants above drew their bows and nocked arrows, instantly firing a hundred or so arrows into the air.
Yang Silang pulled out the Golden Spear and Trout Bone Spear from the grid, wielding it like a halo of light as he rushed past. At this moment, he had already used the Dragon Soaring Wind Technique to connect himself with the Great Green Qi.
In the manor.
The largest courtyard was already decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the character for "happiness" was hung up.
A man dressed in black silk sat on one side of the table and chairs in the middle.
Two couples stood on either side.
One of them was Zhou Mingxuan, who had been punched in the eye socket. He was wearing a bright red wedding robe, his hands were tied behind his back, and his mouth was stuffed with a rag. His face was full of anger.
The woman next to him was five feet tall with a five-foot waist. Her neck was so short that it was almost invisible. Her facial features seemed to be squeezed together, with squinty eyes, narrow nostrils, a straight nose, and a mouth that was close to her ears, as if the city wall had come to life.
No wonder Zhou Mingxuan had such an unyielding expression.
On the other side was Fu Hongying, dressed in a pink wedding gown. Her hands were also tied, but she was unharmed and had a disdainful look on her face.
The man standing next to her was quite handsome, but his face was somewhat pale and he looked weak, though his eyes were very excited, staring greedily at Fu Hongying.
An old servant stood in the middle of the ground, with white hair and a youthful face, his body straight, carrying two steel whips on his back, and was replying.
"Master, I have fulfilled my mission. I have found the most handsome man among those listed in the 'Successful Man List' for marriage selection. Miss will surely like him."
"This woman is quite skilled and has a beautiful appearance. It's a good opportunity to capture her and make her a concubine for the Fifth Young Master."
The man in black silk at the head of the table laughed heartily.
"Excellent, excellent, Wang Fu, you handled this matter beautifully..."
Just now.
Loud shouts echoed back from outside the city walls.
The man in black silk frowned upon hearing this.
"Were the people we captured members of the Mohist school?"
"If that's true, then we've wasted our time."
"Let's go meet him and see if it's true or not."
Before he could even move, a whooshing sound filled the air.
Yang Silang, spurring his donkey and brandishing his spear, charged forward and thrust.
The man in black silk was startled and rolled away to avoid the danger, shattering the tables and chairs.
The old servant roared and drew his steel whip to meet the attack. His blood and qi surged like a furnace, revealing him to be a Grandmaster.
The man on the ground rolled around, his black silk clothes covered in dust. He reached into his storage bag at his waist and found a large halberd. He then joined the battle.
His body was surging with energy, and the scorching heat wave made everyone on the field give way. He was clearly a grandmaster!