In front of the main hall of the Yucheng Academy of Literature, Wang Zhongzhong looked at the scholars who were collecting the papers, and his face was gloomy.

There are still two exams, do you want to watch Lin Chong soar into the sky?

Lin Chong became a talent in the Academy of Literature, and he would also be rewarded by the Qingguo Imperial Court, if he really didn't show anything at all, it is estimated that the Imperial Court and the Academy of Literature would be dissatisfied, then this year's evaluation will definitely not look good, which is what Wang Zhongzhong does not want to see.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhongzhong said to the soldiers beside him: "Tell the master, make a plaque and send it to the Yipinlou, and write the words [Qingguo Wenyuan Great Talent] on it, and ask the master to watch it and hang it up in person." ”

After Wang Zhongzhong finished speaking, he looked at the door of the Academy, his eyes were still grim, and he muttered: "Heh! ”

Lin Chong and Li Hu were talking, planning to quietly follow him back to Yipinlou, trying to avoid the people in the open space outside the Academy.

The appearance of the demon clan in the Academy of Literature was already known all over the city at this time, and many people gathered here.

"The demon clan really makes people panic. Lin Chong sighed.

"Are there really demons? Are you hurt?"

"There is a man named Lin Chong who saved all the candidates? Is he a scholar?"

"No, that person seems to be a candidate, and I heard that he is still the owner of the first product building. ”

"Look, it seems to be Lin Chong, I've seen it in Yipinlou.

The people in the open space were talking, and suddenly someone found Lin Chong.

Lin Chong didn't want to entangle with these people, so he said hello to Li Hu and asked the people of the town demon guard to escort him to the direction of the carriage.

Guarded by the demon guards, those people naturally didn't dare to approach, so they kept congratulating Lin Chong from a distance, this is a talent from the Academy of Literature from Yucheng, and everyone feels that their faces are bright.

Walking to the carriage, Lin Chong was surprised to find that Wang Jun was chatting with Ah Da, which made him a little confused, and it seemed that Ah Da was still very happy.

"Young Master. Ah Da saw Lin Chong behind Li Hu and hurriedly called.

Wang Jun also saw Lin Chong at this time, stepped forward and saluted: "Wang Jun thanked Brother Lin for saving his life. I also congratulate Brother Lin for becoming a talent in the Academy of Literature. I don't know if I can make friends with Brother Lin and go to Yipinlou with Brother Lin. ”

Wang Jun behaved very politely, but after speaking, he yawned a few times in a row, and the more he looked at it, the more depressed his spirit became.

"Brother Wang, there is an exam tomorrow, seeing that your mental state is not good, it is better to go home early and rest, so as not to affect tomorrow's performance. ”

Lin Chong directly refused, and now he didn't want to have anything to do with the people of the Wang family.

"Alas. ”

Seeing Lin Chong's refusal, Wang Jun sighed, and said, "Since Brother Lin refuses to make me a friend now, I won't force it. It's just that what I want to tell Brother Lin is that although I, Wang Jun, am a member of the Wang family, I am a branch of the Wang family, not a family member. Before my father came out, he was also suppressed by the people of the main family and almost destroyed the family. ”

"You and I have the same thing. ”

"When Brother Lin wins the head of the government trial the day after tomorrow, I will go to your mansion to congratulate me. ”

After Wang Jun finished speaking, he arched his hand and got into his carriage directly and left.

"Let's go, we will be in the first place, my brothers and I need to eat something good to make up for it." ”

Li Hu pulled Lin Chong, who watched Wang Jun leave and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Young master, before I came out, I ordered the cook to make a lot of food, and the adults of the Demon Guard were completely enough to eat. I also stewed an old hen in the morning, it's been a day, and it must be delicious. ”

Wang Yun suddenly got out of the carriage and saluted Lin Chong and Li Hu as she spoke.

Lin Chong said with a smile: "Please Master and all the brothers of the town demon guard go to Yipinlou, and today I will personally cook two dishes for everyone to taste." Lin Chong invited sincerely, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

After speaking, Lin Chong glanced at Wang Yun, and there was a trace of warmth in his heart, the woman in front of him was like a wife who served her husband wholeheartedly.

"Okay, go home and drink chicken soup. Lin Chong said to Wang Yun again, suddenly took her hand and got into the carriage together.

Li Hu and the people of the Demon Guard followed on horseback.

Wang Yun smiled like a flower at this time, did not break free of Lin Chong's hand, sat in the carriage obediently, and began to think crankily.

Lin Chong and Wang Yun were talking and laughing on the road, and laughter kept coming from the carriage.

In the evening, after Lin Chong and several people from the town demon guard had a good meal, they couldn't stand Li Hu's entanglement, and finally finished writing the poem they made when they saw the Black Armor Army outside the city that day.

"Black Armor in the Snow"

Three thousand black-armored war spirits,

Towards the jade city in the winter snow.

The morning march kills through the dark clouds,

Overnight at the sea of corpses in the Demon Domain.

Lin Chong finished writing and put away his pen, and there was almost no pause, and the three shocks of the aura reappeared.

Since today's breakthrough in the literary and military capital of the Academy of Literature, Lin Chong has no difficulty in writing the poem of the three shocks, and even feels a little relaxed.

Blowing on the paper on which the poem was written, Lin Chong just wanted Li Hu to take a look, but suddenly his heart tightened, and at the same time, his whole body ached like a pinprick.

"Poof, poof. ”

Spit out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, Lin Chong's eyes were dark, and his legs were about to fall down as soon as they were weak.

Fortunately, Li Hu next to him pulled him so that he didn't lie on the ground.

"The aura is shocked, out of the state!"

Li Hu helped Lin Chong, but his eyes looked at the sky with a shocked expression.

In the night sky, visions suddenly appeared.

Countless spiritual energy fell from the sky, turned into points of light, and quickly converged towards Yipinlou, falling into every word on the paper, blending into it, emitting a little golden light.

In a moment, every word of the poem turned golden, exuding a rich aura.

At the same time, in the main hall of the Yucheng Academy of Literature, all the examiners also stood in front of the halls, looking at the direction of the Yipinlou.

"Yucheng, no, it's Qingguo, after so many years, it's finally the first ...... , I'm going to see what the poems are like, would you like to be together?"

Mu Xuan, the dean of the Yucheng Academy of Literature, said excitedly.

"I'm going to go!" all the scholars replied in unison, each with excitement on their faces.

After everyone finished speaking, they laughed, walked out of the literary academy together, and walked in the direction of Yipinlou.

In the first product building, Lin Chong sat on the chair for a while with Wang Yun's support, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a trace of fear in his heart.

"Thanks to the fact that this poem was written by myself, if it was copied from the poetry of people like Shenzhou Sword Immortal Li Taibai, it is estimated that he would die directly today. ”

At this time, Li Hu didn't care about Lin Chong at all, he kept standing in front of the table and looking at the poem, muttering something in his mouth.

In the process, he asked Lin Chong no less than ten times if this poem was really given to him.

Lin Chong responded twice, and the third time he didn't bother to respond, giving Li Hu countless blank eyes.

"Dirt buns. ”

If Lin Chong hadn't had the strength to speak, he would definitely blurt out these three words.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps on the stairs, and Lin Chong saw that the scholars of the Academy of Literature walked up behind an old man with a childish face, smiling at him one by one, like chrysanthemums in full bloom.