The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 372 Sharp Blade

The emperor took out the top one of the ten first-class papers and placed it on the right, then picked up the solitary paper next to it and placed it on the left. They placed them side by side on the table, and then used an inkstone and a paperweight to cover the name and comments on the two papers respectively.

"Haruga, take a look."

Censor Zhang Chunxue noticed that the emperor had a hint of anger on his face, so he stepped forward respectfully, stood in front of the desk and began to read the two papers.

Look at the one on the right first.

Zhang Chunxue quickly read it and nodded, "All the subjects are correct, and the policy essay is also well written. The writing is well-organized and the skills are profound. It is indeed a first-class level."

Then he changed the subject: "It's just that being impartial is too much... it's a bit evasive and hard to find the deep meaning. Many old officials in the court have this problem."

"This candidate should be very young, how could this happen?" He couldn't help but wonder.

"Take another look at this one." The emperor pointed to the paper on the left.

Zhang Chunxue read it again, and after reading a few lines, his eyes lit up.

Continuing to read, Fang said:

"The answer from the art student is very insightful about the principles. It is obvious that he has a deep understanding of the way of cultivation, and even has some of the style of the ancient sages."

After reading the policy paper again, his eyes became even brighter and he nodded repeatedly.

“The three policy papers do not have so many fancy words, they are concise and get to the point.”

"Especially the second article. I have never seen such an angle before, but I actually feel that it is convincing and feasible. It also coincides with some current phenomena."

Zhang Chunxue smiled contentedly and said:
"Reading this wonderful volume has made me feel relaxed and happy, and I have benefited a lot. I even have the urge to verify it after returning to the General Administration of Textiles."

"This one should be a first-class answer sheet, right?" Zhang Chunxue asked with a smile, pointing to the article on the left.

"See for yourself."

The emperor sneered and moved away the thing covering the name and comments.

Zhang Chunxue took a look and frowned when he saw the comments that were completely opposite to what he had imagined.

Then he looked at the name again, and the confusion on his face turned into anger.

"Yes, even you are angry." The emperor looked at the change in Zhang Chunxue's expression and smiled coldly.

Zhang Chunxue did not answer, but only said: "I would like to see the other papers..."

"Take it." The emperor handed him the remaining first-class paper.

Among them are Lu Shen, Chu Shudu, Lin Shuying, Xu Dajuan, Xie Yan...

Zhang Chunxue looked at them one by one, and finally picked up Liu Sheng's paper and looked at it again.

Then, he closed his eyes slightly, and opened them again to hide the anger in his eyes.

"How dare they...how dare they?"

"They are so bold that they don't even try to hide it, as if they think I am blind and deaf." The emperor sneered.

"Then what is Your Majesty going to do? After all, we still need... them." Zhang Chunxue said in a deep voice.

"What should I do? After all, I am still sitting on this dragon throne!"

The emperor slammed the desk hard, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy as the candlelight dimmed.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"So you still need to prepare another way."

"She is the key." Zhang Chunxue pointed at Liu Sheng's paper.

"You have always admired her." The emperor said in a deep voice.

Zhang Chunxue bowed his head and said, "I just feel that people with real talent and knowledge should not be buried."

The emperor nodded slightly.

"Your promotion to the position of Director of the General Administration should also be accelerated."

"Yes."

"The matter of the temple will soon be brought to light." The emperor said with deep and meaningful eyes.

"I understand."

Zhang Chunxue bowed again and bowed deeply.

"Your Majesty, don't worry."

"The Weaving General Administration will become a knife in the hand of His Majesty."

……

The sharp blade cut across the neck.

Warm blood gushed out, flowing along the blood groove of the blade, drop by drop, into the blood-soaked grassland.

The lifeless body fell.

Just like the hundreds of lifeless bodies now lying on the grassland.

But if you look closely, these bodies look weird, like people pieced together from pieces.

Wen Weilan put away the knife and said, "Check to see if there is anything missing."

Her team consisted of no more than ten people, and upon hearing her order, they all responded and dispersed.

Then they stabbed the corpses one by one with weapons, and killed them quickly if they found any signs of life.

Wen Weilan looked at the most familiar faces in the ten-man team, moving in and out among the corpses, and felt mixed emotions in her heart.

Chen Shanyuan has now regained his strong and sturdy physique, and is even more powerful. His former dejected look is gone, but some black patterns have grown on his body.

As for Kuang Bowen, one of his trouser legs was rolled up, revealing a bony leg with a thin layer of flesh and blood squirming on it.

Yan Hongye looked no different, and only Wen Weilan knew that there was something wrong with her.

Without exception, they all have a sinister aura about them. It's almost over.

Wen Weilan looked around while riding on a horse. The setting sun was as red as blood, merging with the blood-red on the grassland, as if it had turned into a red world stained with blood.

Suddenly, a voice was heard:
"Miss Wen."

A man came riding over with his team, and seeing the battle in front of him, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Your sword is really sharp."

Wen Weilan shook her head: "It's a pity it's not a sword."

It's faster to use a sword.

During the war, her most precious sword was lost. She had no choice but to use a knife she picked up on the battlefield.

The man smiled and said, "Sima Han is back, let's go back first."

Wen Weilan's eyes lit up.

"Return to camp."

"Yes," her team members responded in unison.

The two teams rode their horses all the way back to the camp.

Wen Weilan dismounted and entered the main tent, where he saw the owner of Xiaoxiang Tower discussing the current situation with a middle-aged scholar who looked weak and pale.

"Wei Lan, you're back." The scholar said with a smile.

"Yes, Uncle Han, the host." Wen Weilan bowed slightly in turn.

The middle-aged scholar in front of him was Han Xuan, the Sima of Han, who had been guarding the northern border with his wife, General Hubei, for a long time.

Wen Weilan had known him since childhood, and he was considered an elder in the family, so it was not an exaggeration to call him uncle.

As for how they met in Mobei, it was just a coincidence, and now they have come together because of the same goal.

That is, go home.

The man who called Wen Weilan back just now was Han Sima's adjutant Zhong Yuanzhi. After dealing with trivial matters in the army, he also walked into the tent.

"What's the situation?" Han Sima coughed and asked.

"In the past few days, all the half-ghost people nearby have been wiped out. We have opened a gap temporarily. Once you are ready, you can head south." Zhong Yuanzhi replied.

"Well, well done." Han Sima raised a pale and weak smile, "We are about to go home."

"But..." Zhong Yuanzhi said hesitantly with a worried look on his face.

Everyone knows what he is worried about. There is a war going on at the border and there are millions of troops from Mobei waiting to march south.

They are just a small team of a thousand people, how can they get through?

"The sooner the better." Wen Weilan, who had been silent, said.

Sima Han showed interest.

"Tell me why?"

"Wang Ting, and the chief witch." Wen Weilan said briefly.

Han Sima showed appreciation and nodded: "You are right, we must set off tonight."

Zhong Yuanzhi showed a surprised look on his face: "Why are you in such a hurry? I don't know if there will be a third wave of weirdos."

Han Sima shook his head and said, "I can't wait any longer. The host and I went to explore the north today."

"Locusts are everywhere, and the sky is full of blood."

Zhong Yuanzhi hasn't reacted yet.

Wen Weilan said calmly: "Natural disaster, the Great Witch is coming."

"A master from the Shenzang realm! How can we defeat him?" Zhong Yuanzhi said in surprise.

"And there are tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in the royal court." Sima Han added.

Zhong Yuanzhi took a deep breath, then clenched his fist and calmed down: "I will now tell everyone to pack up their baggage and prepare to move camp."

Han Sima nodded: "Go ahead."

After Zhong Yuanzhi left, the owner of Xiaoxiang Tower spoke up, "Zhong Yuanzhi's worry is unreasonable. We are being attacked from both sides. If we go down, we will be like sheep thrown into the wolf's mouth."

"It's a sheep..."

"But it can also be a sharp knife that pierces your heart." A cold light flashed in Han Sima's eyes.

The poster was silent, his face was covered with white paper and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Besides, don't we have a team led by Wei Lan? The ten weirdos who have completed their transformation are all in the middle and late stages of the Mingzhen realm, and can be used as surprise troops."

Speaking of this, Wen Weilan's heart skipped a beat.

He lowered his head and replied yes.

"And, cough, cough, cough..." Han Sima asked, trying his best to calm down his cough.

"And how about Ariel's return to the royal family?"

Wen Weilan replied: "With the support of the Golden Spear Tribe, and with pure bloodline, it won't be difficult for us to return."

Han Sima nodded: "Well, the difficult part is how to get his father's approval."

This matter is going smoothly and there is no need to rush.

"But it's fortunate that he opened the temple to us, otherwise the advancement of us weirdos wouldn't be so smooth."

Wen Weilan thought of that little figure, whose face was full of reluctance when she said goodbye, and felt a little reluctant in her heart.

"Don't think too much. If it weren't for us, he wouldn't have come this far." The host saw through Wen Weilan's thoughts and whispered to comfort him.

"The poster is right. After all, we are two families." Han Sima said calmly.