Just after noon, Lin Chong spread out the exam papers.

Three poems, the content is not limited, how should I write it?

Lin Chong knew very well that the requirements of this exam seemed very casual on the surface, but they had another meaning.

Perhaps, the scholars would prefer to see the three poems that are related to each other, rather than just looking at the literary style.

At this moment, Lin Chong made a lot of guesses, and some pictures of being a human being in two worlds appeared in his mind, and his life was like a movie, which was played quickly.

The ancestors of Shenzhou threw their heads and spilled their blood before the crossing, and now the people of the Tianyuan Continent are struggling to make a living......

How should a person spend his life?

For a moment, Lin Chong thought of what to write.

Grinding, lifting the pen.

Liangzhou words

Wine Luminous Glass,

If you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled,

How many people have returned to the ancient war?

Another classic poem from China before crossing the paper jumped on the paper.

Through this poem, Lin Chong expressed the heroism of those who were about to go to the battlefield in Liangzhou, where Qingguo was on the border, and the reluctance in his heart.

Don't drink alcohol with relatives and friends, even if you are drunk on the battlefield, everyone should not laugh at him.

If you go to the sword and sword, you may never be able to go back.

For countless years in the Tian Yuan Continent, in the face of the invasion of the demon clan, the people resisted to the death, and how many people never returned after joining the army, and their bones did not exist.

Lin Chong finally used this poem to clarify his ambition.

Before, he was still worried about how he should balance between the Liberal Academy and the Martial Academy.

In the past, I still wanted to govern a place and make the lives of civilians better.

But he finally understood that he was at the age of strong blood, and there was nothing more bloody and meaningful than fighting with the demon clan

"I want to join the army!"

When Lin Chong finished writing the last word, his heart was full of passion and he made a decision.

Of course, the imperial examination is to be examined, and if he is admitted to the examination, the Academy of Literature and the Academy of Martial Arts will bring him a lot of benefits, and there will be great benefits in improving his own strength, and Lin Chong will not give up.

Talent matters, and so do resources.

At this time, all the scholars in front of the main hall of the Academy of Literature looked in the direction of Lin Chong, all with happy smiles on their faces.

The weather aura in that area seems to be alive again.

"Dean, it's Lin Chong again. If we don't go over and take a look, maybe we can see the scene of the four shocks poems in the world. ”

Some of the scholars suggested to Mu Xuan, but they did not say this to Wang Zhongzhong.

Yesterday, Wang Zhongzhong sent a plaque to Lin Chong on behalf of the Yucheng government, and the whole city knew about it. The common people may not be able to understand what he is thinking, but these scholars can see it clearly, so they naturally have no respect for him.

You must know that the prefect is a sixth-grade or fifth-grade literati, and has jurisdiction over a large area and people. As a parent official in a place, he is too narrow-minded to deal with the young geniuses of his own mansion.

"Okay, colleagues, let's go and have a look. ”

After Mu Xuan finished speaking, he walked towards Lin Chong's exam position first, and did not take care of Wang Zhongzhong, who was boasting of a face.

Lin Chong didn't know what was happening in front of the main hall, and was half-squinting thinking about what to write in the second poem.

Today he does not plan to write lyrics, but only poems, which are used to express and express things related to life.

The first song expresses the determination to go to war, so what should the second song write?

A land tour through the great writers of the former China.

Inexplicably, a name suddenly popped up in my mind, and this name is also a name that Lin Chong has always admired, and it has been passed down through the ages in Shenzhou.

A poem by Lu You came to mind, and Lin Chong picked up the pen again.

November 4 was stormy

The zombie lonely village does not mourn itself,

Shang Si is the national military wheel.

Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain,

Iron Horse Glacier fell asleep.

"Good poetry!"

As soon as Lin Chong finished writing, he heard a familiar voice next to him, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Mu Xuan, the dean of the Academy of Literature.

As soon as he wanted to get up and salute, Mu Xuan waved his hand and signaled him not to get up.

Mu Xuan didn't speak, but took the first poem written by Lin Chong and read it, then picked up the second poem and looked at it, pondered for a moment, nodded to Lin Chong, his eyes were full of appreciation.

Several scholars in the back also stepped forward to read Lin Chong's poem at this time, revealing different looks, some were happy, some frowned, and some were thoughtful.

However, they all nodded to Lin Chong in unison, expressing their approval of the poems he had made.

After reading Lin Chong's poem, Mu Xuan took all the scholars back to the front of the hall, and they didn't speak, but their eyes would look at Lin Chong from time to time.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask Mu Xuan: "Dean, Lin Chong's two poems, in my opinion, each capital has the level of going out of the state, but the aura has not shaken, why is this?

"Definitely. ”

Mu Xuan only said two words, but did not continue.

In fact, it's not that Mu Xuan is unwilling to say, but he is not 100% sure.

If the guess is correct, Lin Chong's three poems should be related, or the three poems can be a whole.

In this case, the aura may be waiting for the accumulation of energy, waiting for Lin Chong to express all his meanings before vibrating and bursting out.

What is he talking about?

But at least Mu Xuan knew very well that if it was really what he guessed, as soon as the third poem came out, there would definitely be an aura vision.

Is the third poem a Narukoku poem or a Zhenguo poem?

Mu Xuan found that his perennial calm mentality seemed to fluctuate.

He saw Lin Chong pick up the pen again, and his eyes instantly lit up a lot.

Break the show

Drunk and looking at the sword,

Dream back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles under the command,

Fifty strings flipped outside the plug,

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu is fast,

The bow is like a thunderbolt.

But the king's affairs are in the world,

Earn the name before and after your death.

Poor white happens!

Lin Chong's second primary expression is a little different from that of the writer Lu You, at this time it is to express the feelings of soldiers who have been in the army for many years and want to return to the battlefield as soon as possible after being injured and recuperating from their wounds.

Iron Horse Binghe is the finishing touch when he dreams, and he even dreams of fighting on the battlefield.

And the third song is a legend of Shenzhou, and it is also written by Xin Qiji, a character who cultivates both civil and military.

The poem is a portrayal of the career of a general who has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, but at that time, it seemed that the ending was very aggrieved.

Lin Chong's idea of using this poem is also different from what the original poem wants to express.

Three poems, he wants to summarize the life of a warrior.

From teenager to middle age, to the age when you can no longer fight.

"Poor white happens" in Lin Chong's meaning is the helplessness after the age of decay, and the original poem expresses grievances and grievances.

After writing the three poems, Lin Chong put down his pen and waited with his eyes closed......

The vision appeared first, from the cloud of chaos in his mind.

The aura of heaven and earth was gathering around the chaotic clouds, but it was not absorbed into it, forming huge cloud-like aura layers.

With the gathering of the aura, all the people in the academy finally felt that something was wrong, as if the aura in the heaven and earth was being absorbed by something, becoming thinner and thinner, and at the same time, there was a colorful glow in the sky that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"The poetry of Zhenguo is dispersed, and the glow is everywhere. ”

Some candidates looked at the scene in front of them, shocked, and shouted out this sentence that had been circulating in the Tianyuan Continent, but only few people had seen it.

"It's a poem of the town!"