His divine sense swept over along the smoke, and he saw a sea of people, the streets were deserted, and it was very noisy and bustling.
Zhang Ling descended from the clouds silently, stepped on the ground and disappeared into the surging crowd on both sides of the street.
Looking closely, the most eye-catching person on the main street was a handsome young man riding a tall horse, surrounded by people.
This man wore a court crown with flowers on his head, held a silver locust tablet in his hand, and was dressed in a round-necked red robe. He had a plain silver belt around his waist with a pair of medicinal jade pendants hanging down from it, and black felt court boots on his feet. He had an upright posture, a stern face, and his eyes revealed an indifferent look as he glanced at everyone.
Hundreds of officials were guarding him, and six of them were walking in front, holding signs that read "Silence" and "Keep Away" to lead the way.
Zhang Ling recognized at a glance that the young man surrounded by stars was Ning Caijun!
I could hear the exclamations and praises of the onlookers around me: "The new number one scholar is truly majestic and extraordinary!"
Someone echoed, "That's right, this number one scholar is the Wenquxing who has descended to earth. Rumor has it that they are all reincarnated gods."
Someone else said, "Hey! Does the number one scholar look familiar to you? I feel like I've seen him somewhere, but I can't remember where..."
The people around him sneered, "Hey, Big Cow, could this be another fellow from your hometown whom you haven't seen in years?"
A man laughed and said, "Da Niuzi has many fellow townsmen. Not only the top scholar, but even the county magistrate is his fellow townsman!"
The dwarf known as Big Bull was so scorned by everyone that his face flushed and his ears turned red. He waved his hands awkwardly and said, "I was wrong, I was wrong!"
At the right time, someone in the parade threw steamed cakes and dried fruits, and even some copper coins, to the sides of the road. This immediately inspired many passers-by to follow suit, pushing and shoving each other, and trying their best to pick up the things on the ground.
"Don't grab it, don't grab it, leave one for me, so I can also get a taste of the top scholar's literary spirit!"
"Go away, you old rough fellow, why do you want to be polite? Aren't you ashamed?"
"Nonsense! When I have a son in the future, at least his father can pass on some literary spirit to him."
"Hey, you're still single and still have a son, and the fat guy from the same village and the same age as you is almost having a grandson!"
"Old men are popular, what do you know!"
After he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter, creating a lively scene.
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