Douluo's Drunk Red Dust

The gate of the city is bustling with people. Not only are the young talents recommended to take the exam crowded here, there are also many ordinary people gathered here.

For them, this was a big event that only happened once in eight years. They usually didn't have many entertainment projects and immediately filled the streets and alleys with water.

Many talented people have confident smiles on their faces, obviously full of confidence in themselves. Most of them have the same expression as Zui Hongchen, with a hint of excitement mixed with apprehension.

Not long after, two officials in gray robes appeared in front of the city gate. They spread out the rolled paper and read aloud.

"Xijing City."

"Someone went."

After reporting to a city, a student came out in response, bowed his hands to everyone around him, and stepped into the city gate.

"Yancheng."

"Haha, it's my turn."

Zui Hongchen was not anxious, he just waited quietly.

"Lingyue Town."

The people were almost gone, and only some small towns were left. Zui Hongchen bowed to the two officials in a polite manner, then put away his thoughts and walked into the dark city gate.

It's a pity that he didn't appreciate some of the scenery of the middle-class city. Following the queue, the talents walked into a modern-style building one by one.

Soul guides were also used as a security check at the entrance here. Zui Hongchen looked up and found that there were also conspicuous soul guides in the corner of the room where the exam was held.

This is supposed to prevent fraud.

Zui Hongchen nodded and sat down under the guidance of the official.

After a while, the room became quiet, and the examiner started the soul timer. As the countdown started, everyone picked up the pens on the table and turned their attention to the test paper.

Zui Hongchen smiled and picked up his pen. The content of the exam was mostly from the books of sages, and most of them were about understanding their meaning and giving annotations.

In addition to interpreting the words of sages, poetry and short sentences are also included in the examination.

Zui Hongchen was not good at poetry. He took up his pen and meditated for a moment. The tip of the pen fell onto the paper, and the ink was full of color.

The river is covered with mist and clouds, and thousands of peaks are painted on both sides of the river.

I am hunched over my desk in the misty rain for thousands of miles, and I am lying down drinking the thousands-word book of ancient history.

He would not write anything lamenting the Spring and Autumn Period in his poems. Those were written by people who were depressed and frustrated.

The poems written by Zui Hongchen were full of vitality. He sighed. If he lost points on this type of topic, he could not blame others.

He wrote all the way, and the final test question turned out to be a military theme.

Zui Hongchen was a little confused and his dark eyes quietly glanced away from the paper.

He found that several talented people sitting not far from him frowned. They were obviously very knowledgeable, but they had never been exposed to this kind of military and political matters.

Zui Hongchen quietly withdrew his gaze. This excerpt of the test question referred to the classic Battle of Jiangdu between the Sun Moon Empire and the Tianhun Empire, allowing him to analyze from the perspective of a bystander why the Sun Moon Empire was defeated in that battle, and also said that if he were to take command , how to fight this battle.

He is relatively sensitive to military affairs and has read a lot of military books on the art of war. Now that he was scratched by this topic, he naturally wrote a long article.

Seeing that the last corner of the test paper was filled with writing, Zui Hongchen breathed a sigh of relief and moved his slightly sore wrist.

After he checked the test papers, the deadline for the exam came. The officials in charge of the invigilation came to their desks one after another and took away the test papers.

"The assessment is finally over. I'm exhausted."

As the officials walked out of the examination room, the candidates who had been sitting all morning were stiff and felt their stomachs growling.

"The soul power test will begin in the late afternoon."

An official came in and reminded, "You can disperse now and go get something to eat now."

"Thank you sir."

Everyone said in unison, and when the official left, they filed out laughing and joking.

Many of them had joy on their faces. They were selected as recommended persons. A large part of the reason was because of their ability, rather than reading and writing.

In the morning exam, most of them were confused and barely managed to write a few words before handing in the exam.For them, the highlight is the strength test in the afternoon.

Another group of students who regarded themselves as scholars sighed. In this world, strength is still respected after all. Many of them were born unable to become soul masters due to the disadvantages of martial arts, and they could only gain status by studying.

As everyone knows, to become a soul master, it doesn’t take twice as long to cultivate soul power?

"I'm sorry, brother, can I sit at the same table with you?"

Zui Hongchen was stunned and looked away from the window. When he saw someone asking and all the tables around him were full, he naturally knew what was going on.

"It's okay, don't worry about me."

"Thank you, brother."

The visitor hugged his fists and sat across the table.

After he sat down, Zui Hongchen took a closer look and saw that this man was older than him, with slightly darker skin and a pair of natural tiger eyes. He looked somewhat intimidating.

"Brother, what do you think of this exam?"

"It's generally okay." Zui Hongchen didn't finish his sentence. He glanced at the calluses on his hands and said tentatively, "The last question is really good."

"Brother thinks so too!"

The young man slapped his thigh, laughed, and complained quite cheerfully, "His grandma, I can't understand any of the previous questions, and the last question is what suits my taste."

"It's normal for a warrior like you not to understand."

Before Zui Hongchen could say anything, someone next to him stabbed him.

The young man's face turned red, he slapped the table and stood up, "What do you mean?"

The person who mocked him before snorted, and the young talents sitting at the table with him all looked like they were watching the show.

"How can a barbarian from the far north understand the romance of romance?"

The man turned away. He saw the young man's face getting darker and darker. He sneered and started eating. After all, the exam results had not been announced yet. He didn't want to give a bad taste to other colleagues or the examiners who might be observing secretly. impression.

The young man sat heavily on the wooden bench and shook his head, "I made my brother laugh."

"This person is humiliating people for no reason and has bad conduct. There is no need to hold a grudge against him." Zui Hongchen said lightly and took a sip of the hot tea in the cup.

"This is because I am too young."

The young man laughed and said, "My name is Song Ziqing. You heard me just now. I come from Qiangu City in the far north."

Zui Hongchen was startled and raised his tea cup, "I'm sorry, that General Song Lian who guards the northern border..."

"He's my clan uncle."

The man who had mocked before turned pale when he heard Song Ziqing's identity, his throat was clogged with wine, and he couldn't help but cough.

Song Ziqing glanced at the man, his voice a little uncomfortable, and it seemed that he was not used to using his reputation to pressure others.He chuckled and said in a calm voice, "It's just that my recommendation this time has nothing to do with my uncle."

What he meant was that he didn't go through the back door.

"I believe you."

The two toasted with tea instead of wine, and Song Ziqing's smile became more enthusiastic, "What do you call me, brother?"

"Drunk Red Dust."

Song Ziqing's eyes changed and he lowered his voice, "But that Hong Chen?"

In this Sun and Moon Empire, it seems that there is no other Hongchen who has achieved such a high position in the court.

"I am the son of a concubine." Zui Hongchen laughed dumbly.

"So, you and I were born very similar."

Song Ziqing raised the tea cup again, "Drunk brother, do it."

The cup of tea contained genuine home-brewed wine.

"Dry."

Zui Hongchen raised his tea cup and collided with his.