There is an eerie silence in the hall, it seems to be solidified, it seems to be suffocating, the quiet and inexplicably depressing, the atmosphere is like a desert, many candidates can't help but swallow their saliva, and their lips are slightly dry.

The boys in the same white robe had no effect, and they were also concentrating on writing or painting.

Suo Shengxuan looked around while holding a pen and painting, and smiled secretly: "Qi Niang is painting, don't you dare to look at it.... He could squat in the depths of the desert for three days and three nights... If you follow it, you'll die. Proud and proud, his eyes swept and he was slightly stunned, the distant ones in the hall were less affected, and the people in the near places were either distracted or looked at Qin Mei with all their attention, but there was only one young man, with a loyal and honest face, right next to Qin Mei, his eyes focused on painting.

If Qin Mei is on his own earth, then this young man is in his own sky.

This is...... Suo Shengxuan recognized it, although he didn't know what it was called, but he knew that he was a candidate from Chang'an Mansion, and he often appeared by Xue Qing's side, so he was relieved and envious, Xue Qing, his friends are naturally not ordinary.....

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Xue Qing sat under the long canopy and looked into the hall.

"What can you see?" Pei Yanzi's voice sounded on the side.

Xue Qing said: "The qi of heaven and earth." ”

Pei Yanzi glanced at him: "It means that you can't see anything." ”

Xue Qing sneered, turned his head to look at him, and said, "Hey, there are many masters this time, are you sure? It's your turn for the next one." ”

Pei Yanzi also looked at the hall and said, "I don't fight for idleness, what do I have to do with the masters." ”

Xue Qing laughed again, raised his arm to pestle him, and said, "Do you plan to write or draw?"

Pei Yanzi said: "Whichever one saves trouble." ”

Xue Qing picked the corners of his eyes: "If you write, do you need me to send you a poem, good words with good poems, the icing on the cake." ”

Pei Yanzi said: "Okay." ”

Liu Chunyang, who had been silent behind them, was stunned when he heard this answer, and said, "Is Young Master Yanzi such a person?"

Pei Yanzi turned his head to look at him: "Are you an opportunist?" Without waiting for Liu Chunyang to answer, he turned his head and looked forward, "Who in this world is not." ”

Liu Chunyang pouted.

Xue Qing smiled: "Come on, I want to write a song, you can listen to it first." ”

Liu Chunyang said: "I want it too." ”

Xue Qing smiled and motioned for him to sit down, thinking about which two poems to choose for their respective uses, the young people under the long shed outside the hall sat quietly and whispered, the sunlight slowly walked and tilted, and Qin Mei's footsteps in the hall gradually moved, and with his movement, flowers grew on the white paper under his feet.....

Several examiners had already left the high platform and stood here and watched intently.

The young man never got up, and even went to change the pen and ink and squatted and jumped back again, like a naughty child, and then lowered his head and hugged his knees and shrunk into a ball of serious concentration to draw his feet, a little bit of a line, like an old cow grazing very slowly, but the patterns on the paper were presented quickly..... The clouds are stacked here, the immortals are looming, and the small bridges and flowing water towns and towns are crowded with mules and horses, and the heavens and the earth are there.

The paper is getting more and more lively, the teenagers stepping on it are getting smaller and smaller, the immortals in the sky are singing and dancing, the playful goddess peeps into the world, the river in the world is flowing lightly, passers-by are slow, the old man is holding the mule with his hands, the child rides a cow and pinching the willows, the woman in front of the house teases the yellow dog, and the merchant in the distance laughs and sells.... It was lively in front of me, noisy in my ears, full of laughter and scolding... The candidate holding the pen in a daze subconsciously looked around, where is he? What is this?

With a click, a pen fell, and the thick ink splashed a cloud of smudges on the white paper, and the half-made painting was suddenly wasted.

The examinee next to him looked over and suddenly lost his voice and shouted.

"Ruined. ”

"What can I do? It's too late. ”

Everyone couldn't help but look at the unlucky candidate, who was about forty years old, with a clear face, and his expression was dull at this time, as if he was scared stupid.

"It's too late to paint, there's still a chance to write. Some candidates couldn't bear to be busy reminding.

For a limited hour, many people choose to write because of the short time.

The candidate came back to his senses, looked at his paintings, and looked at everyone, suddenly smiled, and said: "I, Gu Sanming, boast that I have been a genius for ten years, and this time I want to show my skills and make a splash, but now it seems to be a joke.... Not even a young man. Looking at Qin Mei, who was squatting on the paper and hanging her head, she raised her hand and saluted, "Thank you for your advice, I always thought that the hidden world could concentrate on skills, but it turned out that the most exquisite skills were in the market.... Gu Sanming was initiated. With that, he shook his sleeves and laughed and left.

Is this a waiver of the exam?

Everyone in the hall was stunned, and then there was a discussion, and many candidates became complicated, hesitated, looked down at their paintings, and muttered in their mouths....

That's not right!

With a snap, there was a crisp sound on the high platform, and everyone couldn't help but look over, Chen Sheng sat solemnly, and said: "You are here to take the exam, not to test the skills, the so-called six arts of the gentleman are self-cultivation, not competitiveness, and we also look at your respective skills in the six arts exam, and only you can determine your superiority..." and smiled faintly, "Of course, the choice of exam or practice is also your own choice, as long as you think clearly." ”

He accentuated his tone on himself and thinking clearly, and the candidates who were originally a little apprehensive in the hall gradually became clearer, yes, they know their own level, and it is normal to be inferior to others, and they don't have to fight for the first place, it's an exam, just take out your skills and get the score you deserve.....

The noise in the hall gradually dissipated, and the atmosphere was calm and quiet.

However, there was also a candidate who looked up a little blankly.

"What's wrong?" Pang An said puzzled, looking at the high platform.

The examiner standing next to him glanced at him, could it be that this kid was not disturbed by this white-robed young man's painting, but was disturbed by Chen Sheng's astonishment?

"It's okay, just concentrate on the exam. An examiner said.

Pang An didn't look around, continued to lower his head to paint, concentrated, his posture relaxed, and occasionally moved his shoulders, as if he was on the desk of his own study.

It's so calm.

But to say calm..... Their eyes fell on the boy crouching on the ground again.

Since he spread the whole paper of Zhanger on the ground and picked up the pen, he has never raised his head, other people's onlookers, other people's shock and anxiety, the candidates who suddenly gave up the exam, Chen Sheng's shock, he ignored it, he seemed to have no sense of the surroundings, the foot of the Zhanger paper is his world, his world is only him....

"At first, I suspected that he was deliberately sensationalizing to influence other candidates...," one examiner whispered, "and now I know I was wrong." ”

"He's painting. The other examiner nodded and said in a low voice, curious and excited to look at the increasingly lively drawing paper on the ground, like a shrunken world unfolding in front of him, inexplicably pounding, looking forward to it.

Because of Chen Sheng's shocking reminder, the examiners who walked down left and walked back to the high platform in order not to affect the candidates, and one of the examiners walked away and turned back.

"But, this gesture, this demeanor...," he muttered, "I seem to have heard it somewhere..."

It's heard, not seen, because he has heard it, he feels that his thoughts are also confused, he shook his head, and he was also fascinated and retracted his gaze.

The white-robed young man in the passage of the hall squatted like a stubborn stone, like an old pine, and like a grain of sand in the desert.

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The hour is near.

Xue Qing turned his head to look at the daylight.

From time to time in the main hall, there are candidates who come out, although the rule is an hour, but most people can't use it up, especially calligraphy, painting takes some more time.

“.. Why are so few people coming out?"

"The examinees looked weird and weird. ”

"What's going on?"

I know what level of calligraphy, writing, and painting is, and I know the results before the exam, so I shouldn't be so sad and happy.

"There's a great guy in this one... Silenced everyone..."

"Didn't you see Gu Sanming before? That's not the end of the exam, it's that I saw the candidate's painting and gave up the exam directly..."

"That's amazing!"

"Then the candidates in this case are really unlucky, so I said that if I am in the same field with the powerful ones, I will definitely be affected..."

Hearing this, Xue Qing and Liu Chunyang glanced at each other.

"It's that pretty boy. Liu Chunyang said.

Xue Qing hummed and said, "It should be him." ”

Liu Chunyang looked at the hall curiously and surprised: "It's really so powerful, won't you play any tricks again?"

Xue Qing smiled and said, "Since you have ended up in person, it must be really powerful." ”

As the two spoke, there was a sound of wood in the hall, and the fourth exam was over.

The white-robed young man who was squatting on the ground jumped up, threw the two pens in his hand, and landed on the pen holder accurately, shaking the ink dripping onto the ground.

The ceremonial officer breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, he was almost reluctant to knock off Mu Duo, watching the young man draw the paper, lest he not finish the drawing.

Many candidates next to them finished finishing, and they refused to leave the venue without handing in the papers, and they all looked at the white-robed young man, watching him draw faster and faster, watching the paper from the prosperous street market to the city gate to the more and more scarce people, until the birds flew in the distant mountains and dense forests.... His feet were always on the paper, and at the end of his robe was tied up with only his feet on tiptoe, and he squatted and staggered like a stone on the edge of a cliff about to break... Everyone couldn't help but sigh, lest he make a mistake and ruin the whole painting.

He's also getting faster and faster.... Hurry, hurry, it's too late, it's too late....

When Mu Duo finally sounded, many people's breathing stopped, until they saw the young man jump up, and the two pens seemed to be unintentionally lightly clicked... There was an extra stake in the empty space under his feet, and the rope around the neck of the lamb next to him was tied to it.

Wow, I don't know which one of the leaders lost their voices, and then there was a loud footsteps, and the candidates rushed over to see it.

The scribes hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

"Don't squeeze. ”

"Exit, exit. ”

The hall became noisy and chaotic, and it took a while to clear the candidates out of the field, and only the examiners and scribes were left in the hall, and the examiners gathered around to look at the paintings on the ground, and at a glance they looked like stars, the sky and the earth, and the noise jumped out of the paper.

There was silence in the hall.

After a while, Chen Sheng sighed lightly and said, "When I wait for the score to end, hang it out." After another pause, "Don't let the candidates waiting outside see it." ”

An examiner said with a wry smile: "Yes, if you see it, I don't know how many more people will abandon the exam and leave, and how many restless minds will not be able to end." ”

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"It's out!"

With a shout, the candidates under the long shed suddenly rushed to the main hall, and the officers and soldiers who maintained order hurriedly blocked it, so that the scribe holding a scroll of hanging scrolls could pass by.

"Which is?"

"Which one is!"

"Let's see, too!"

The candidates shouted one after another, and the ceremonial officer shouted that the next candidate was pressed down, whether it was after the exam or waiting for the exam, he didn't care, just looked at the walking scribes, staring at the hanging scrolls in their hands... I only hate the eye, but I can't see through.

"After the exam, you can leave. The ceremonial officer shouted.

Because the black armor guards have strengthened strict guards, the gate of the official office will no longer be opened at the end of one game, so as not to mix the entry and exit of personnel, so today it was originally stipulated that all staff would leave the venue after the end of the examination, but now let these people stay in the official office, for fear that the noisy discussion will not affect the examination.

Hearing this, the candidates made a fuss, you pushed me, and followed the scribes to rush out.

The sudden outpouring of candidates made the people outside the official office also startled, and they asked for unknown reasons, and when they heard that there was an extremely powerful painting in the fourth field, they also followed the surge.

"Miss, do you want to go and see it?" asked Ji Zhong in the corner of the official office.

Song Ying didn't speak, just looked at the place where the calligraphy and paintings were hanging, and the paintings in the fourth scene had been hung one by one, and the crowd was talking and looking around.

"Which one?"

"Which one are the candidates talking about?"

"We don't know, we haven't seen it."

"This one is good, the bamboo painting is so beautiful. ”

"It's a good handwriting..."

Laughter rang out amid admiration.

"Bah, this, it's so interesting..."

"Look at this, this fourth-game seventh... The person up there looks like me. ”

There are more and more strange discussions, and more and more people gather in front of a painting.

"Ha, this dog is the same as mine..."

"The man with this cart is tickling..."

"The woman was baking bread in the house and eating it..."

Talking and laughing, pointing or approaching or tiptoeing, watching with full attention, but not a word of praise for being beautiful and good-looking.

Song Ying walked slowly, Ji Zhong was in front of him, and soon stood in a place where he could see the paintings, the distance was a little far, the scenery on the paintings was very small and dense, and he couldn't see the specific description, but he felt vivid, it was a wide and long painting, not a landscape or a figure, but....

"The appearance of all beings. Song Ying said, silently stopped.

Ji Chong turned around and said, "Miss, don't you want to go over?"

Song Ying looked at the people who were laughing and rejoicing in front of the painting, shook his head and said, "Don't look at it, I might as well do it." After saying that, Ji Zhong turned around, and the two of them quickly left.

Looking at the lively crowd over there, Liu Chunyang said, "Do you want to go over and have a look? ”

Pang An also nodded curiously.

Xue Qing squinted his eyes and said, "No need.... The eyes of the people are bright, and they are the highest connoisseurs. "Well, you can see the rough picture here, after all, it's huge... In just one hour, he almost made a painting similar to the Qingming Riverside Picture, who can not be convinced?

"Then do we have to wait for the result?" asked Liu Chunyang.

Xue Qing looked at the sky and said, "Wait, the next exam will be all over, and the results will be available before dark." ”

Pang An smiled: "It turns out that Sansanlang, you are not so calm in your heart." ”

Xue Qing stretched out his hand and pressed his heart and said, "Yes, I'm about to jump out, I'm so nervous." ”

Pang An laughed, most of the candidates did not leave, while walking in front of the display board to admire the paintings, while waiting for the results of the exam, the results of this exam are really nervous.

But there are also those who don't care about the result, the group of white-robed young men who left the official office are particularly eye-catching, especially one more than before.

"Look, that guy is so pretty. ”

"It's him, it's him. ”

Pointing and pointing, but in view of the identity of the Xiliang candidates, no one stepped forward to ask about making friends, and the white-robed young man did not even mean to make friends with people, his eyes didn't even look at the people around him, and the Xiliang candidates walked forward, and suddenly turned his head to look in one direction.

The candidates from Chang'an Mansion gathered here, and when they saw him, the young man in the green shirt smiled slightly.

The white-robed young man looked at her, suddenly raised his hand to his ear, and spread out two fingers...... Swearing, who wouldn't.