Every word fell like a thunderclap.

The lines around Liu Fei's body with aura as a space began to tremble, and the ink-colored aura blowout in the test paper seemed to be soaring into the sky.

The cold-faced eldest sister stood up suddenly.

That aura actually broke through the spatial separation, what was Liu Fei writing?

This is the mecca of science, the dream of scholars.

Any knowledge is presented in the most visible way, giving the scholar the strongest aura and sensory stimulation.

Huang Kexing's strategy amazed China for thousands of years.

Although before the revival of Reiki, it was still recognized by the literary school as one of the eight pioneers of ancient literature before the revival of Reiki.

In the face of the general tilting dynasty, as Zaifu, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and he fights according to reason, trying to make the old male lord re-energized and turn the tide.

But Huang Kexing failed.

No amount of euphemistic rhetoric can conceal its core, the country will collapse, the people will not exist, and the monarch will be incompetent.

If the king is still the ruler, he will be ashamed and uplifted when he sees this article.

But the old and deaf king will only be angry and slaughter his loyal ministers.

In the end, Huang Kexing generously went to the punishment and left a thousand-year-old loyal name.

In the thunder, Liu Fei appeared in front of him.

He wrote the same strategy as Huang Kexing, and he traveled through the millennium to the same era as Huang Kexing.

The bustling city is drunk with gold.

The literati indulged in the sound of dogs and horses.

The military general Ma Fang Nanshan fought for power.

The foreigners are eyeing each other, and the interior is full of holes.

The dynasty of the ages was ruined.

Huang Kexing, who has a thin face and a beautiful face, wears a green robe, does not wear official clothes, does not wear official hats, does not wear official boots, does not hold an official chopstick, and walks barefoot on the narrow blue brick palace wall path.

The former lord sat on the throne, sneering at the courtiers who knelt down at him.

Huang Kexing walked into the main hall, holding the strategy in his hand, kneeling step by step, slamming his head on the ground, and bleeding endlessly.

No matter what he talked about or quoted from the scriptures, the king always had a cold look in his eyes and did not say a word.

Huang Kexing's originally bright and hopeful eyes gradually dimmed.

Perhaps he had thought of the outcome before he came.

Liu Fei was also wearing an official robe in a trance.

He got up, but Huang Kexing gently waved his hand to signal that there was no need for more sacrifices.

The two of them entered the Shi at the same time, joined the company at the same time, talked loudly in the Hanlin Academy, and also drank and sang wildly in Qinhuai.

Now that one person is dying generously, Liu Fei finally got up.

"The minister: The king of the people is also a day, and the heavens have the grace of rebirth, and they can't take care of the world by themselves, so the one who is responsible for it will be paid to the king......"

Liu Fei stood beside Huang Kexing and faced the angry king, without fear in his heart.

"Your Majesty's wise and wise posture, the virtue of the holy spirit of civil and martial arts, holding the mystic charm of Mu, inheriting the great cause of the country, the monarch has the right to govern, and if he actually has a position, he must be governed by the law of heaven. ”

Liu Fei's policy theory is inherited from Huang Jun, and it is the essence of the summary of the millennium policy theory.

Huang Kexing's head was lowered and slowly raised, and he looked at his best friend in shock, as if he knew him for the first time.

The king was angry at first, but Liu Fei knew the stakes word by word.

He began to look thoughtful.

In the main hall, the clear and turbid sound echoed.

Huang Kexing finally showed a smile that relieved the pressure, and he whispered: "I am not alone." ”

“…… The establishment of a law is said to be a system of heavenly defense, and not to discuss the revolution privately; the cashier of a penny is said to be a heavenly guardian of wealth, but not a private profit or contraction; the establishment of an official is said to be a virtuous mandate of heaven; and a hoe of treachery, it is said that I am guilty of punishment by heaven. Cover the solid heart first, the real government continues, the rule of Tianwei is not difficult to do, how to say that my Han is not prosperous. Your respects!"

The king stood, his body was still straight, his eyes were like electricity, and where his eyes swept, the ministers trembled and bowed their heads and forbidden, and the majestic bearing was fully displayed.

He looked at the two of them, and his deep voice echoed in the hall: "Qing's words are deafening, I am ashamed, and now I am guilty of introspection and reinvigorate the divine power of my Huahan." ”

Boom!

The spirit lines of the 'Spatial Separation' shattered in an instant.

The clear ink-colored aura stirred thousands of words like Huang Zhong Dalu, and the space block smashed to the ground.

The other students finally heard the movement, and they looked up to see the scene of their lives.

A tall back is writing hard, with a golden sound of every word.

Countless words stirred into a huge whirlpool at the dome, and each word seemed to imply truth, and just a glance at it made people feel clear-headed and quick-witted.

I don't know why, that background actually exudes a bit of tragedy, like a strong man who never returns.

The cold-faced eldest sister said in a condensed voice: "Everyone continue to do the questions, at this moment, the aura gathers, and the sound is booming, which will be of great benefit to your exam, don't waste Liu Fei's help to you." ”

Only then did the students reflect and hurriedly bowed their heads and wrote.

Xu Haiqing's face was complicated, she didn't expect that she would be helped by someone she hated.

Classroom lectern floors liquefy quickly.

Three figures appeared one after the other.

The leader is an old man, his eyes are like thunder, his beard is arrogant, and his gestures are like the truth around him, so that people can't look directly.

The cold-faced eldest sister, who was a doctor, hurriedly bowed her head: "Realm Lord." ”

The old man is the master of the "natural" miniature outer space, that is, the guardian of the sacred place of science in this space.

Although he is a master, he inherits the truth of a realm, and there is a quasi-supreme terrifying power in this space.

He is also the chief examiner of the college entrance examination.

When the old man saw the vision, he frowned slightly: "The whirlpool of ancient texts, the contention of Jinge, the voice of truth, and it seems that there is still a layer of hidden appearance that has not been revealed. How many years have you not seen a four-story vision?"

A middle-aged man behind him replied softly: "I didn't expect someone to touch the meaning behind this exam question so quickly, it is not difficult to answer the question, but the difficult thing is how to integrate the body and mind with Huang Kexing and others, and put yourself in the shoes of the writer to write an article." ”

The old man nodded, he was a master of the biology school, but of course his literary attainments were not bad at this level, he continued: "I can quote the four visions, his essay is almost complete, I am afraid that this time the main course of literature will have a score close to full score." ”

Literature is so personal that it is almost impossible to get a perfect score.

Especially in the age of Reiki, the essay must trigger enough visions, and even complete the problem through the essay, that is, completely solve the content required by the essay in order to get a high score.

For a group of high school students, this is almost impossible.

Chinese composition is known as the world's most rare exam with a perfect score, and there is a reason for it.

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Fei and couldn't help but admire: "What a genius, I learned from the ancient literature school...... Ahem, I'll talk about this later, as long as his small essay is not bad this time, he will definitely get a high score in this class!"

In the illusion, the male lord and Huang Kexing stood side by side.

They looked at Liu Fei with relief, as if they understood something, they were fake, but in this illusion they were real.

The monarch asked, "What will happen to my Han in the future?"

Liu Fei groaned, and then said: "The major events in the world must be divided for a long time, and they must be divided for a long time." ”

The monarch was stunned, then he was relieved, and he laughed: "What Qing said is true, and the things in the world are nothing more than that." ”

Huang Kexing asked again: "What kind of scenery is it in the future?"

Liu Fei replied: "A hundred schools of thought contend, a hundred flowers bloom, although there are foreign enemies, it can still be called a world of great contention." ”

The two smiled at the same time, and Huang Kexing asked the last question: "If you and I were given death by His Majesty because of the advice, would you still be able to make the same choice?"

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