The test paper is scored on the spot, and Fu Yuewen and several other old men are all members of the literary world at the time, and the quality of the article can be known at a glance, and the corresponding score can be scored in an instant.

The crowd had been invited out of the hall to rest and wait for the results.

"Brother, I didn't expect you and me to meet again. Wang Zhuo came to Yang Xuan's side, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Hahaha, it's easy to say!" Yang Xuan also had a decent fist hug.

"I don't know what Brother Tai is called?" Wang Zhuo continued.

"Lao Tzu's name is Let Me Go, how about it? Yang Xuan deliberately made a smug look.

Everyone frowned, Yang Xuan's appearance was really annoying, and they couldn't figure out how he entered the second election.

At this moment, a word came to everyone's hearts: dark box operation.

Even, some people already have a sneer on their faces.

The princess recruits relatives, how important it is, there are still people who dare to operate in the dark, and they really don't know whether they are alive or dead.

Jin Chengfeng also looked at Yang Xuan with a frown, speculating about his identity.

A trace of imperceptible disdain appeared on Wang Zhuo's dark face, and he arched his hand to Yang Xuan without saying anything more.

Everyone talked to each other, but they all deliberately avoided Yang Xuan and isolated him.

Yang Xuan didn't care, his face still looked like you don't understand me, which made people angry.

After a while, they were invited into the hall again.

Fu Yuewen still had that expressionless look, but his gaze fell on Yang Xuan, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

Several old men behind him also swept their eyes over Yang Xuan, intentionally or unintentionally, all with shocked expressions.

Seeing that everyone had already entered, Fu Yuewen cleared his throat and said: "After the first round of the literary examination, the three are Mi Zhiyuan, Jiang Haowen, and Yu Huamao. ”

The faces of the three people whose names were read were flushed, and they had limited ink in their stomachs, so they were not surprised by such a result, but they were more or less ashamed to be named the last three in public.

Fu Yuewen continued: "The third place in the top three is Jin Chengfeng. ”

After finishing speaking, his eyes looked at Jin Chengfeng, with encouragement in his eyes, as if he knew Jin Chengfeng.

Everyone's eyes also fell on Jin Chengfeng, and even some people had envy in their eyes.

A good result in the first round will also have a great impact on the subsequent performance.

Yang Xuan swept Jin Chengfeng slightly, but saw Jin Chengfeng smiling, no joy or sadness, and couldn't see what was going on in his heart.

"The second of the top three, Yan Yizhu. ”

Yan Yixiu was the first to speak out, and there was no smug look on his face at this time, and even his brows were already wrinkled.

He thinks very highly of himself, coupled with his family history, he is extremely conceited about his literary talents, and in the first round of the competition, he has long been determined to win the first place in his heart, and he cannot allow others to interfere.

But he never expected that when the results were announced, he was not the first, but the second, and there was one person on the top, which made him really unbelievable, is there anyone better than him?

He was waiting for Fu Yuwen to announce the first person, but he wanted to see who was sacred.

Fu Yuewen didn't let him wait long, his eyes fell on Yang Xuan, and after looking at him for a long time, he said slowly: "The top three, let me do it!"

"What?" The first person to react was not Yan Yixiu, but Wang Zhuo.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Xuan beside him, and an extremely stunned look appeared on his face.

Everyone else was also stunned, and then their eyes fell on Yang Xuan, and the look in their eyes was the same as Wang Zhuo's, and they were all stunned.

In the courtyard just now, they all heard Yang Xuan introduce himself, and knew that this person was just doing whatever he wanted, but they really couldn't believe it in their hearts, such a vulgar person who was a mouthful of Lao Tzu was the first?

Yan Yixiu was also looking at Yang Xuan, there was a thick disbelief in his eyes, if it was another person above him, he could barely accept it, but now above him, it turned out to be this vulgar man, just ask, how can he accept it calmly?

Fu Yuewen also announced the results of other people, among which Wang Zhuo's results were also very high.

"If you have no further questions, start the second round now. Fu Yuewen looked at Yang Xuan again and said loudly.

"Slow!" Yan Yixiu was the first to speak, and he bowed his hand to Fu Yuewen: "Elder Fu, I want to hear it, what kind of masterpiece does this Brother Ren have, and he is capable of taking the lead and ranking above us?"

His question is also a question of everyone, and even some people are beginning to wonder if there is any dark box operation in this?

Fu Yuewen looked at Yan Yixiu, and displeasure appeared on his face.

Yan Yixiu said this, making it clear that he didn't believe his vision, which was already offensive to him.

However, as soon as he saw that Yang Xuan still looked like a hanger, he was relieved, Yang Xuan's appearance was too vulgar, no wonder everyone didn't believe it.

After a slight groan, he nodded and said, "Yes, I will recite the masterpiece of the son of my own line, and whether I can win the top spot or not can be judged by everyone." ”

Then, he took out Yang Xuan's scroll and read it aloud.

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn the Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, and shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

After the recitation of a poem of only more than 100 words, the hall fell into silence, and the pin drop could be heard.

Yang Xuan was keenly aware that from behind the screen, there was a strange fluctuation faintly.

The expression on Wang Zhuo's face was very exciting, he looked at Yang Xuan in a daze, and there was a thick disbelief in his eyes.

Although his literary talent is not as good as that of a person like Yan Yixiu, he also has certain attainments. In his eyes, Yang Xuan has always been an extremely vulgar man, opening his mouth and closing his mouth is Lao Tzu is long, Lao Tzu is short, if you want to say that he has any literary talent, Wang Zhuo is the first to disbelieve it.

But now, such a poem, which is destined to be passed down through the ages, was actually written by him, and this contrast was so strong that he really didn't know how to react.

Jin Chengfeng was also a little flustered, and kept muttering: "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles...... A masterpiece through the ages, a masterpiece through the ages......"

At this moment, he was directly impressed and was overwhelmed by Yang Xuan's literary brilliance.

The more I read, the more I feel that this is the artistic conception contained in the poem, which is too beautiful, and the feelings expressed are not something that ordinary people can imagine, it is really a swan song for the ages.

For a time, Yang Xuan became the focus of everyone.

Yan Yixiu was stunned, he opened his mouth wide, but his eyes were not looking at Yang Xuan, but at the paper in Fu Yuwen's hand that might not have dried yet.

Among the people, with his highest literary talent, he can hear the good and the bad when the poems enter his ears, but when Yang Xuan's poem enters his ears, he is stunned and unable to judge.

The more he knows, the more he knows and doesn't know, and that's the case with him now.

He had the intention to belittle the poem, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't say anything.

He didn't dare to judge this poem at all, and the artistic conception of this poem was no longer something he could judge.

"Fu Lao, dare to ask what is the name of this poem?" After a while, he asked Fu Yuewen in a daze.

"When is the bright moon!" Fu Yuewen sighed in his heart, how could he not see the expression on Yan Yixiu's face, and at the same time deeply understood.

When a person is defeated in what he does best, the blow is too great.

If Yang Xuan's poetry is only slightly ahead of Yan Yixiu, it is okay, the so-called literature is not the first, and whether you can write a good essay depends on the right time and place.

But Yang Xuan's Mingyue was too amazing, and it had far surpassed the others, and even when he saw it for the first time, he felt sluggish.

It can be said that with his literary and Taoist cultivation, he does not dare to judge this poem.

This is a poem destined to be passed down through the ages, and he is the first person to see this poem.

Therefore, he didn't dare to judge at all, for fear that one misstep would become a laughing stock for the ages.

He looked at Yang Xuan, and he already had a selfish heart in his heart, and he wanted to take Yang Xuan's test paper home, frame it, and pass it on as a family heirloom from generation to generation.

There is no need to wonder Fu Yuewen's thoughts, in the face of such a first manuscript of a poem destined to be passed down through the ages, it is destined to become a treasure that the world is vying to collect in the future.

Yan Yixiu was stunned for a long time, and then he came back to his senses, and after he took a long breath, he bowed deeply to Yang Xuan and said, "Brother Ren, I have been taught!"

At this time, no one dared to underestimate Yang Xuan.

His threat level began to rise infinitely in the hearts of everyone.

Yang Xuan laughed, but his face was still vulgar.

"Dare to compare with me, hum!" At this moment, he glanced at the mountains, and the souls of the Tang and Song dynasties were possessed.

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