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Life, age, what kind of writing can make one famous in the world and leave a mark in history? The old man at the table seemed to have his eyes closed, or perhaps they were so small that it appeared he hadn't opened them at all.
Gu Ping would be nineteen next year, and his work "Water Dragon Chant" was well-received at the banquet.
I was just thinking about that. Consider me lucky; a piece of my humble writing caught the dean's attention. I really don't know what the dean was thinking, but I suppose I passed.
Thank you, sir. I will take my leave now.
Wait, the old man called out to Gu Ping. After April, the College Entrance Examination will begin. Will I be taking the Literary Test and the Martial Examination?
Both will be tested.
The pen that the old man had lifted earlier hovered in mid-air as he looked up, seemingly assessing Gu Ping. But Gu Ping felt as if the old man hadn’t opened his eyes at all and couldn’t see him.
After a moment of scrutiny, the old man said he had written Dong Lai for Gu Ping. The Literary Test starts after April, and the Martial Examination begins in June; there’s no conflict. Remember that, young man.
The first three words were pronounced slowly. The old man seemed to think Gu Ping had received praise from the dean for excelling in both literature and martial arts, which might have been overestimating himself. Gu Ping didn’t think much of it; he noticed Zhang Chenyu hiding behind a tree in the distance and waved his leg.
How is it? Have you signed up?
"Well, they should find another place to play. Jie Donglai probably won't have much time for fun in those days. If there's anywhere interesting, hurry and take him out to explore."
Alright.
Zhang Chenyu saw Gu Ping's eager expression and was about to smile when she caught sight of his eyes. Suddenly, she couldn’t bring herself to laugh. She didn’t know if what Gu Ping displayed during their interactions was truly what he wanted her to see.
In the eastern suburbs, there was a City God Temple where they decided to go pray for blessings. "Give me some incense, let's pray," one of them said.
"Sure."
Gu Ping naturally wouldn't refuse. He allowed himself to relax from the long-held tension that had been weighing on him. The feeling of death creeping closer had been something he endured for half a year. After that, he had fought against a pack of beasts in the Flowing Cloud Realm for another six months. Finally, he had arrived in the human world, but the pressure he had experienced during that year would have broken an ordinary person. Yet Gu Ping had persevered, though it came at a cost.
The outskirts of Ying City were covered with pine and camphor trees, and occasionally, wild deer adorned with plum blossoms would dash through the underbrush. The brown tree trunks were home to dead leaves that blended seamlessly into their surroundings. As they passed by, the leaves would flutter up, filling the entire view as if one had entered the realm of dead leaves.
At that moment, Yoyo, who was nestled in Gu Ping's arms, suddenly jumped out, chasing after butterflies and darting around excitedly, which made Zhang Chenyu laugh heartily.
As the two walked toward the City God Temple, they suddenly heard the sound of hooves. Zhang Chenyu paused in confusion.
This was the eastern suburbs, a royal hunting ground where few would ride horses.
Is it not allowed to ride to the City God Temple?
But the sound of hooves clearly didn’t seem like just one horse.
Perhaps they were just unlucky and happened to encounter royalty out hunting.
The emperor wouldn’t come here; only leisurely princes like Prince Yong and Prince Xin would visit this place. Besides, General Liu Xiu’s daughter wouldn’t come hunting either—she had already entered the academy last year.
"Let’s keep walking; who cares who it is?"
As the two were about to set off, they saw an arrow shoot towards Yoyo. Zhang Chenyu shouted in panic, "Get out of the way, Yoyo! Quick, move!"
Yoyo, who understood human speech, turned to look at Gu Ping, completely oblivious to the arrow speeding toward her.
This is bad, Zhang Chenyu thought. She could easily imagine how furious Gu Ping would be after Yoyo got hurt. The mere thought sent a chill down her spine, and she dared not think further. Instead, she stared blankly at Gu Ping, hoping to persuade Yi Dong to intervene.
The arrow struck Yoyo but did not result in the gruesome scene Zhang Chenyu had envisioned. Instead, it was as if Yoyo had merely been bitten by a mosquito. She scratched the spot where the arrow hit, and not a single hair was harmed. Just as Yoyo was feeling itchy, another arrow came flying in and accurately struck her again.
Gu Ping frowned and turned to see where the arrows were coming from. A group of archers was drawing their bows, intent on taking down the peculiar fox before them. Yoyo felt it was quite amusing and looked toward Li Jian.
"Who goes there? Step aside quickly; I am Liu Xiu, daughter of the great general! Be careful; that arrow has no eyes!"
The armored woman in the center drew her sword and pointed it at Gu Ping, as if issuing a command to turn the person standing in the middle of the road into a pincushion. She showed no intention of discussing matters reasonably.
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