Two Hundred and Thirty-One. All the Talents in the World Are in My Pocket

"Really?" The fat Taoist was extremely surprised.

Taoist Jingxu nodded: "Someone saw it, a very young white-clothed Taoist priest with purple clouds on his feet."

The fat Taoist priest was overjoyed at first, then hesitated: "Our Qingyun Temple has fallen, will people still care about us?"

"Gu Mu is an exiled immortal who was born in the Taiqing Palace. He must have a broad mind and would not be so snobbish. What's more, the reason for this disaster is to help him find someone with a pure Yang immortal soul."

Taoist Jingxu said: "No matter how bad it is, let's try our luck first."

The fat Taoist nodded: "It makes sense, then let's try it."

The two immediately took the seriously injured old Taoist priest on the road to Liyang Temple.

Taoist Jingxu's eyes flickered.

After learning about the relationship between Master Gumu and Qingyun Temple, and after trying to find the relics of Chunyang, he felt faint doubts in his heart.

After investigating the situation of the other six dynasties in Eastern Xinjiang, he first aimed at the Liyang Temple of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

However, he didn't want to go directly to the door.

Let's take a look outside first...

At the same time as the wind was surging in the Western Zhou Dynasty, in the Daming Palace in Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun also noticed that He Sanyang had been delayed for too long.

The other party should have returned to Chang'an long ago.

"Brother thinks, did he run away by himself, or..."

A girl about ten years old was sitting on a high chair, her feet were dangling and shaking: "...or are you in danger?"

Zhang Dongyun said: "When the report from Xichu comes back, we will know everything."

Soon, the report they wanted to wait for came up.

After Zhang Dongyun read it, he handed it to Shen Herong.

While watching, Shen Herong muttered: "It seems that he is in danger and may be robbed halfway."

While talking, the girl usually turned her head to look at Zhang Dongyun above: "The land of the old Tang Dynasty,

It is true that there are still some fish that slipped through the net and struggled, but they are all small fish and shrimp. He Sanyang is alert, so he should not be taken advantage of by them. To do it, it must be someone whose cultivation level is far higher than his. "

Zhang Dongyun said indifferently: "There is something strange and needs to be thoroughly investigated."

Soon, more reports will be delivered.

This time, there was no big or small detail, and no one dared to hide anything.

People in Chang'an City were actually robbed. This kind of thing undoubtedly shocked everyone.

Gu Hechuan hesitated again and again, but still submitted the report honestly.

After Zhang Dongyun and Shen Herong saw it, they were silent.

After a long while, Shen Herong said slowly: "People in Qingyun Guan, who can hide the truth from Gu Hechuan's eyes and ears, must at least be at the eighth level."

Let alone the eighth realm now, all the people above the fifth realm in Qingyun Guan were wiped out by Chang'an City.

Even if a person with a low realm improves fast enough, it is impossible for them to reach the eighth realm in such a short period of time.

The only possibility is that there are other masters, but they have Qingyun Temple cultivation base, so they alarmed Gu Hechuan, but Gu Hechuan failed to find them out in the end.

"Cultivate concurrently, or..." Zhang Dongyun said: "...to seize the house."

Shen Herong was thoughtful: "Brother, did you want to laugh at me, or Yang Li?"

Zhang Dongyun said: "All kinds of possibilities exist, but we can't say for sure yet."

Shen Herong said, "Maybe the truth will come to light after Brother Eleven leaves the customs."

Ao Kong, relying on his miraculous cultivation, can try to perceive the position of the demon blood in He Sanyang's body.

"He is at a critical moment, let alone busy."

Zhang Dongyun said: "It's hard to say whether He Sanyang is alive or dead now."

Shen Herong nodded: "Little sister, go and check first."

"Yes." Zhang Dongyun said.

When Shen Herong left Chang'an City, other people were about to enter the city.

The leader is Ren Chao, the elder of the Ling Xiao Sect.

Dozens of people returned to Chang'an with him.

When they arrived outside Chang'an City, looking at the endless city wall, all these people had dazed and complicated expressions.

Ren Chao could understand their feelings, and after calming everyone down for a while, he said, "Let's go."

There are dozens of people around him, all of whom are members of the Ling Xiao sect.

The first old man nodded: "Okay."

Everyone passed through the city walls after many censorships.

After arriving in the inner city, most of the people rested and waited first, and the elders of the sect went to the Tianshu Hall with Ren Chao.

In Tianshu Hall, they met Mr. Wu Yun.

Mr. Wu Yun looked at the people in Ren Chao in front of him, and asked, "Are there only a few of you left in the Lingxiao faction?"

Ren Chao secretly sighed.

And the old man beside him replied: "Please forgive me, the head of this sect, Ning, and other sects are still in the snow mountain."

Mr. Wu Yun glanced at the other party: "You mean Ning Heng, right? He Dongtao and Zhang Chong are besieging him and his disciples."

The old man's expression changed drastically.

Ren Chao was also taken aback: "Sir..."

"People who don't follow the rules will end up like this."

Mr. Wu Yun said indifferently: "He Dongtao reported that Ning Heng and others showed signs of retreating into the border of the Northern Qi Dynasty, so they can be let go temporarily, but there will be a day when they can't hide."

Ning Heng, the eighth realm warrior, is also the current leader of the Lingxiao faction.

Previously, he took everyone from the Lingxiao Sect to hide in the Daxue Mountain in order to avoid the encirclement and suppression of Dongtang.

In recent years, due to the continuous suppression of Dongtang, the number of Lingxiao faction has been extremely thin.

The second master in the faction, the elder Gao Ping, was killed by the king of Tang in a surprise attack earlier.

The entire Ling Xiao faction is extremely difficult.

Later, after the fall of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Ren Chao went to Daxue Mountain to contact his fellow disciples.

But in the end, Ning Heng and the others were unwilling to just change their masters.

They also know that Chang'an is powerful now, and they can't resist, so they continue to hide in the snow-capped mountains.

Ren Chao rushed back to Chang'an with some fellow sects who were willing to bow their heads and submit. On the one hand, he hoped that the Lingxiao faction could have a place in Chang'an, and on the other hand, he wanted to intercede for Ning Heng and others.

Unexpectedly, after they left the mountain, He Dongtao, the head of the He family, and Zhang Chong, the elder of Dahe Longmen, under the order of Mr. Wu Yun, regarded the rest of the Lingxiao faction as a chaotic party and carried out encirclement and suppression.

"Please be merciful, sir." Ren Chao said hastily.

Mr. Wu Yun looked at him indifferently and said nothing.

Ren Chao and several other elders of the Lingxiao School who came to Chang'an were in a dilemma.

In the end, Ren Chao bowed down to Mr. Wu Yun and begged, "Mr. please forgive me, and go and persuade them again."

"If I don't go out personally, I'm imitating His Majesty's benevolence." Mr. Wu Yun's voice sounded extremely indifferent.

Ren Yichao's voice was difficult: "Please give this faction a chance, sir."

Mr. Wu Yun said indifferently: "What if they don't listen to your advice?"

Ren Chao took a deep breath: "...Junior, I would like to be the vanguard of the army."

Mr. Wu Yun nodded slightly: "Remember what you said today."

"Mr. Xie Long En." Ren Chao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The other elders of the Lingxiao faction around him finally let go of their hanging hearts.

Coming out of the Tianshu Hall, Ren Chao, who was silent all the way, suddenly said, "If there is such a day, what I just said is serious."

The expression of an old man beside him changed suddenly, but another veteran of the Ling Xiao faction stopped him: "If Yichao doesn't follow suit, we and other people who enter the city will definitely be purged by Chang'an."

"Then can we kill each other?" The other party protested: "Senior brother Ning and the others offended Chang'an, but they are not sorry for us!"

The elders of the Lingxiao sect who stopped him were silent for a while, and then sighed: "We must leave a lineage for our sect, right? Otherwise, what face would we have to meet the ancestors of the past?"

"Do you have a face now?" the grumpy old man said bitterly.

He glanced at Ren Chao and wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a long and complicated sigh.

Ren Chao stopped making a sound, left Chang'an silently, and went to Daxueshan again.

For Changan, the problem of the Lingxiao faction was just a small episode.

For City Lord Zhang in the Daming Palace, it was like a passing cloud.

His current interest is mainly on the upcoming talent selection ceremony.

Xu Xingzhi and others have already arranged the basic assessment.

After the level-by-level assessments in the prefectural county and even the southeast and northwest regions, the talents who are summed up will gather in Chang'an for the final unified examination.

Zhang Dongyun came out of the Daming Palace, looking at the flow of people in and out of Chang'an City below, he wanted to be like the allusions he had seen on the Blue Star in his previous life, and said with a smile, "all the talents in the world have entered my pocket".

Speaking of which, there are also imperial examinations in this world.

However, in places such as the Eastern Tang Dynasty, it is generally customary to make double rankings, or to conduct the two conferences separately.

The so-called double list is not a north-south list for regional differences, but a second list for everyone.

Confucian practitioners have a unique advantage in this aspect, and ordinary people can't pass them in the same examination paper.

There is no question of mortal talent.

Because anyone who is talented in Wenhua actually means that he can achieve something by following the path of Confucian practice.

Unless it is the kind of talented person who has slipped through the net but has never been exposed to Confucianism.

But for such a fish, as long as he is exposed to Confucianism, he will definitely be enlightened immediately and embark on the path of practice.

In view of the particularity of Confucian practice, it is more likely to reach the sky in one step.

In fact, after so many years, it is still very difficult to bury the talent of Confucian practice genius through examinations and screening of talents.

Occasionally, there are one or two, because for one reason or another, they have never touched books, so their talents are not obvious.

But it is obviously difficult for such a person to take the imperial examination.

As for simple poor students, whether they have talents or not can be known in a few pages of the book, so they won't be buried.

However, there are tens of thousands of students in the world, and those who can set foot on the road of practice are still a minority after all.

This world has a vast territory and a large population.

Practitioners alone are not enough to establish a sound bureaucratic management system.

At the very least, many practitioners are not so willing to let go of their bodies, or they are as lazy as City Lord Zhang.

There are a large number of ordinary people at your disposal, so you can save yourself worry and effort, so why not do it?

Therefore, in addition to Confucian practitioners, each dynasty and generation also had a general examination for ordinary students, or a separate list.

Chang'an City's talent selection ceremony this time is also divided into two lists for admission.

However, the assessment is mainly aimed at political strategy and hard work, not cultural talent.

Confucian practitioners do have huge objective advantages in governing the country.

But not everyone has the same talents.

Influenced by his previous life, City Lord Zhang still pays more attention to practical work than paper.

Especially hard-working talents who can go down to the fields and are willing to put down their bodies.

Generally speaking, Xu Xingzhi and Wanli did a good job.

The two of them were not great Confucianists themselves, but carried private goods with them.

They all steadily implemented Zhang Dongyun, or Mr. Wu Yun's will, and selected talents for Chang'an.

The selected talents are not ready for employment immediately.

They also need to go through a unified training in the Tianshu Hall to ensure that Zhang Dongyun's will can continue to be implemented in every corner.

This was exactly the result City Lord Zhang was happy to see.

He was even happier that the system beep sounded again:

[The city owner successfully established a talent mining and training mechanism for the city, which is convenient for selecting the best and recruiting new ones, and facilitates the further development of the city. He successfully completed the construction task 7.2 and received two thousand points for upgrading experience]