Qingping

In the eastern plains of the Hill Empire, large areas of food products are growing vigorously under the nourishment of spring.The water sources of several rivers meandering in this area are also clear, and scattered bushes grow sparsely on the plain.

Qingping and Feilusi were dressed in bunts, and they were riding on horses, looking at the surrounding scenery leisurely.The day before yesterday, they held a grand funeral in the military cemetery, burying the prince who had devoted his whole life to the empire.Compared with Phellers' sadness and regret, and the emperor and empress who didn't arrive in time but also sent eulogies from thousands of miles away, Qingping didn't feel anything.

He just felt that the prince's death was too sudden, which suddenly made him feel that the things inside were far more complicated than he thought.

Even so, the reply letters from the two of them to the emperor were very clear. Heinlein was going to school, and Phylus was planning to take a vacation and rest after doing a big job.Anyway, there are still emperors and empresses in charge now, so he is free to enjoy some leisure time.

However, in the past few days of getting along with each other, especially when the escort team returned to the holy capital yesterday and the two began to spend the night in the tent, Phellerus was surprised to find that there was a strange box in Hein's box .Originally, I wanted to open it to take a look, but Hein quickly snatched it away, and I don't know where to hide it.

But at the moment, Phellers doesn't care about these things as the prince, he rather enjoys this kind of time.Being an emperor is a hard job, with no pay and no benefits, endless annual holidays, and suffering. If you do well, your reputation will be mediocre, but if you don’t do well, you will have a bad reputation. Disharmony, family dysfunction.

Ugh……

Qingping always felt that he was out of shape, especially when Phellers was always staring at him like this, he was very upset.

"You will have to pay the price." Qingping warned viciously.

Phylus licked his face without fear of boiling water, grabbed a gold coin in his pocket and said, "Is this enough? If it's not enough, I can add more."

Qingping ignored him, and continued to read his book and ride a horse——wait and see!

After arriving at the school, people other than Qingping discovered that compared to the upright sects such as the Yaofeng sect, they like to build the mountain gate on the top of a high mountain, and even the quieter sects like the Yaofeng sect will float the entire mountain. In the air, according to the right time and place, the gossip yin and yang make the whole mountain island wander in the sea of ​​clouds.Obviously, these so-called teaching and educating places for mortals prefer to build a mountain gate (school) in a beautiful place surrounded by mountains and water, near the sea and surrounded by mountains.

Qingping looked at the towering white pagoda, at the magnificent octagonal spiers of the Great Hall, and at the Guanghu Lake, which was like a mirror and contained various beautiful birds.Qingping calmed down deeply. Compared with the Yaofeng school, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is a day of penance. He really doubts how much the students here can focus on their studies.

"Hey, why are you in a daze, it's your turn!"

Only then did Qingping suddenly turn his head and look at the situation he was in.In fact, Qingping is now taking the entrance exam.Because the temple's ability to find unlucky ghosts is too high, many prominent figures have started to use the student protection code to start making troubles, and all of them have remade their underage children.

Of course, His Royal Highness Phylus, who is already 23 years old, is here to pretend to be tender.

Now that the two of them have withdrawn all the guards and guards, they naturally want to hide their names in the academy and live a comfortable life.After that, Phylus went to the knight recruitment office to take the exam. Standing relatively far away from the magician registration office, Qingping saw that he had already picked up the students who came to enroll with a spear.

"Are you taking the test or not?" The teacher looked at the silent student and was so angry that he kept yelling for a long time and still refused to speak.But Qingping was still so indifferent, as if he didn't care what other people thought, and slowly stepped forward to look at a man standing in front of him.

Young, with blond hair, proud face, gorgeous clothes, holding a tall magic wand, he had already started chanting magic when Qingping just walked into the martial arts pool.

But Qingping doesn't care about these things at all, whether this person sneaks up or not, and whether he plays tricks can only be a result for him.So he just glanced at each other lightly.

"Oh oh oh!!"

A horrified sigh was immediately exclaimed in the queue waiting to register!The teacher who was registering was so frightened that he immediately picked up his roll call book, and after carefully looking at the student's name, his face turned blue.

Heinlein.Slightly.

The youngest eighth-level silent magician in history!

The poor teacher swallowed, and in a horrified attempt to use the name book to cover up the badge of his shabby sixth-level magician. At the same time, he approached the dog who had made a 180-degree turn towards Qingping with a smile on his face. legs up.

"Well, I don't know which magic department you want to enroll in now?" You are already in the eighth grade, are you interested in taking him again?

Qingping raised his head and asked coldly: "Which department has the least people?"

The invigilator really couldn't react for a while, because he didn't understand what Qingping meant by asking this question at this time.However, he quickly cleared up his daze, looked through the name book and the number of students enrolled, thought for a while and said: "At present, the number of magic herb students is the least."Except for those aristocratic girls who want to use potions to lose weight or beautify, there are basically few normal people who are willing to take such extremely boring courses!A super unpopular profession with super weak ribs and almost zero combat power!

Qingping thought for a while, then turned around and asked, "Are you still taking the exam?"

The invigilator immediately shook his head, pointed to a hall beside him and said, "You have already passed the test, please go to rest. Someone will conduct an interview for you to choose the subjects of the school later."

Just when Qingping was in a daze in the lounge calmly, everyone outside was blown up.Everyone knows that a noble young master who is not bad, a five-level magician has been completely frozen into a big ice cube by a young man with a martial arts magic in his eyes, and he is standing in the martial arts pool inside.

Moreover, the teachers of the magic department tried various methods but failed to rescue him. Now they can only stand him aside and wait for the sun to melt him out.

So soon, the news that an eighth-level magician also came for the entrance exam spread like wildfire, and everyone could see from the news who the person who paid the exam was.

The noon sun was still so bright, and the campus was filled with the fragrance of plants and strange tranquility.The sunlight left golden footprints in the crevices of the leaves.And Heinlein who walked on these footprints.Your Excellency Slightly is actually Qingping, the youngest eighth-level magician in history, a 17-year-old boy who is extremely proficient in using extremely difficult silent magic, a main member of the royal family of the Hill Empire, and a royal Relatives, in fact, are a big Luo Jinxian. He doesn't have a luxurious carriage, doesn't ride a tall horse, and doesn't even have a tall and straight guard and entourage. come.

The sackcloth clothes Qingping was wearing were really similar to the civilians on the main road.On the deserted road, he passed one lamp post after another, and walked over with a large pancake in his mouth, chewing on it.Under the golden sunlight, the whole body, coupled with the expressionless face, immediately made people feel stressed.

A pressure unique to masters!

Low-key makes people feel dusty.

In fact, he is indeed out of the dust, and he has been promoted to immortality for many years.

In fact, Qingping just complained in his heart that he was too honest, and the last fruit was snatched by the rascal Phylus.In terms of strength, Phellers naturally couldn't compete with him, but he actually licked the fruit fiercely with his tongue during the fight, which made Qingping absolutely lose the desire to eat it even if he snatched it.

In a hall, several old men in robes of magicians from level [-] to level [-] saw Qingping walking slowly, they all stood up and took a deep breath.When Qingping approached, they all saluted him with the wand etiquette among magicians.

All kinds of wands, some inlaid with crystals, and some carved with fine magic lines, all emitted bright rays of light, were lifted up by their masters, and gently tapped on their foreheads.The etiquette of pointing sticks can be regarded as the etiquette that these magicians can do to a younger generation who is stronger than themselves on the basis of being elders.

"Heinlein, Your Excellency Slightly, welcome to come here."

Qing Ping looked at the speaking sixth-level magician and nodded, which was a very polite return.They deliberately made him different from others, staggered the interview time with other people, and deliberately chose the location of the interview with him in the auditorium, the largest magic building in the academy, in order to give themselves a little more momentum.

But they couldn't guess that not only did Qingping not wear the magic staff symbolized by the magician, he didn't even wear the magic robe of the eighth-level magician, not to mention the legendary eighth-level magician magic crystal badge that they had never seen before. .

When he walked into the auditorium, he discovered that it wasn't just magicians. In this interview team, there was actually a man wearing armor inlaid with golden wheat ears and leaves, a shield and two long swords—— Seventh-level knight.

Of course, his face was bruised and purple, and Qingping didn't need to think about it to know that this knight had probably been taught a bad lesson by Phellers.If an ordinary seventh-level shield knight fights against a dragon knight like Phellers, he knows it will definitely be a disastrous defeat without even thinking about it.The Shield Knight is just a person, and the Dragon Knight not only has higher abilities than the Shield Knight, but he also has a contract partner—a dragon!If the dragon knight himself is not strong enough, when taming the dragon and making an equal contract with him, he will definitely be slapped into a big pie by the dragon's claws.

"Very glad to meet you here, respected eighth-level mage." The seventh-level mage sitting in the middle saw Qingping sitting on the interview seat, and began to speak loudly in this echoing hall . "We are senior professors from all walks of life in the magic department of this school, and now we will conduct a magic department selection interview for you here."