In the ancient Shang period, Shinto Dachang, the three heavenly monarchs were forgiven, and they used their magic power to preside over the heavenly palace, and from then on, Shinto became the ultimate pursuit on this continent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mortals do good deeds all their lives in order to be able to become gods after death, to be immortal, and to be free from the suffering of reincarnation.

Fu Zhao forgiveness seal, composed of forgiveness, the person who receives this forgiveness can gather luck, and luck is the cornerstone of Shinto, incense is just icing on the cake.

The emperors of the mortal world, the imperial court also gradually understood some of the wonderful use of luck, that is, the fate of the collection of luck, so since then, there have been rules for taking scholars with literature and taking order with qi.

Otherwise, even if there are people with excellent talents, but their luck is low, they will not be able to rank in the top few after the exam, that is, their hearts are higher than the sky and their lives are thinner than paper.

And some people can pass even if they don't pass the poetry and essays, but they have the luck of a county king and squire.

People's luck is not immutable, someone climbs a noble person on the road, someone inadvertently does a good thing for the gods to meet, that luck can also be improved with the help of the gods. On the contrary, if you do something evil, the gods will have a low luck.

In the long run, there have been many rumors in the Shinto continent about what kind of scholarly luck is not enough to pass the test repeatedly, playing in the mountains to relax, but inadvertently met some old ghosts in the broken temple, and for a while the heart was soft and wrote poems.

Unexpectedly, this old ghost was actually a local mountain god, gave the scholar a cup of luck, and since then he has soared into the sky, the exam is like a divine help, and he has passed the township examination, and finally passed the palace examination and so on.

Therefore, sometimes the small temple in the mountains is full of poems written by scholars who came here in the past, but most of them are not very good.

In this way, I don't know if the gods are still in the small temple with so many people participating, and there are naturally more scholars like Chenghuang who are like Chenghuang.

At this time, half an hour has passed, and the ten examiners at the venue have preliminarily screened out the papers on the first day, and most of the scholars who failed to make the list sigh here.

"Hey, in the past, the first question of the Chenghuang Poetry Club was just to test some poems, which is actually simple, but I didn't expect to have one more physical exam today."

"There are still a lot of people coming this year, and even Jiangyou has people coming."

"How do you know that? I heard that there was a mountain collapse on the right side of the river this year, and the original two places only no longer appeared, so I thought of trying my luck in our Jiangzuo. ”

There is also an old man, a gray-haired old man, who has been unlucky all his life, and has never been admitted to the exam for the rest of his life, and puts all his hopes on the Chenghuang Poetry Conference. Now the old eyes are dizzy, there are three words drawn wrong, with a cane in one hand and a test paper in the other, trembling.

"The first question is over, and the rest of the scholars come to the stage, and the second question begins."

The scene of the poetry meeting is too big, and there are children who notify them one by one, Xun Yu followed the flow of people to the poetry meeting stage, and at a glance, there were only a few dozen people left, which was much less than the hundreds of people at the beginning.

If you say that among the hundreds of people at the beginning, there were many women like Ruo Xunyu, but they were all eliminated in the first round. Most of them are like that Liu Yue, half of them can't stand their own retreat, and the rest are wrong and omitted a few words, and they didn't pass.

Now there is only one woman left on the stage, Xun Yu, and she is not very old, standing in a group of scholars, quite a bit of a standout from the crowd.

Lu Zhanyuan stood not far from Xun Yu and looked at Xun Yu with a gloomy face.

The scholar on the side said: "This woman can also participate in this City God Poetry Club, and she is better than most of these scholars, and I don't know where the books they read have gone." He shook his head and sighed.

A scholar said: "Don't talk about them, it's just that they can't get by by filling in the words, but that woman's endorsement is very powerful, and it looks much stronger than those in the boat." ”

They are fox friends with Lu Zhanyuan, they are usually used to prodigal, and they will not leave him because Lu Zhanyuan is now discredited, and now that Lu Zhanyuan's calligraphy has gained wind and bones, and he has climbed the wooden mansion, these people have to make friends.

The sages they read, but the sages didn't teach them to look down on women, but they didn't say they should look down on them. Thinking that it was Lu Zhanyuan's opponent of Yang Fu, he attacked him with gender.

And the building boat is the place of fireworks in Changde, because there is a lot of water in Changde, and the place of fireworks is a major feature in the building boat.

Lu Zhanyuan said contemptuously: "It's just that my memory is better, you didn't see her on stage, and she finished filling in the lyrics in less than half an hour." But the remaining Yongliu question, thinking that the poetry meeting ended and there was no result, and finally scribbled a one, thinking about getting through the confusion, but I don't know how strict this city god poetry will be, if it is a poem, you can also choose a good replacement in the audience. ”

Although a few people discussed, they did not dare to make a loud noise, and most of the examiners now are respected old scholars, which almost represent the entire Changde evaluation style. Lu Zhanyuan dared to offend Pang Hui and asked him to give him a moral beating, but he didn't dare to offend these, otherwise he might not even be able to take the exam.

An examiner stood up and said to the remaining scholars: "Now start to test your poems, once the question is passed, if the poems are above the level, they can pass, if they are not, only the poems can be passed in a county, and they can barely make an exception." ”

As soon as these words came out, many scholars in the audience who had never passed the first question collectively discussed, even if the news had been known for a long time, they felt very excited when they heard it at this time. They all took the stage quietly, hoping to pass, and some scholars even knew that the poems he did were not good, but they also kept a secret note at this time, hoping to be lucky.

The examiner picked up the Yongliu made by everyone one by one to read, the first one looked at the words, the second looked at the artistic conception, and the third looked at the calligraphy. If it is all gone, put it in one place, and send it back if it can't pass.

Different from the first question, most of those who dared to participate in the Chenghuang Poetry Club had studied this Tao, and only two or three out of ten sent it back to the audience.

An examiner suddenly got a paper, and he hadn't read the content yet, but when he read the words, it was like a burning fire.

He was taken aback, this is a word with a backbone, don't look at the content, this word is not trivial.

Looking at the poems again, read them carefully, they are also among the best in this pile of poems, and they are famous in a state.

He hurriedly exchanged it with the people around him to taste, is it possible to win the first place for such a good poem?

"Look at the word, look at the poem."

Another examiner got the poem and read it:

The grass is green, the willow is yellow, the peach blossoms are chaotic, and the plum flowers are fragrant.

If the east wind does not blow away for the incense, the spring rain can cause dreams to grow. [Note 1]

"Good poetry, good poetry." The older examiner sighed as he read it, said two good words in a row, and asked, "Who did this?" ”

The examiner who took the poem glanced at it and said, "This is Lu Zhanyuan, the representative of Mufu." His tone was flat, and he didn't show disgust because of Lu Zhanyuan's current notoriety, after all, he was the examiner of the City God Poetry Club, and he was able to be fair on the surface.

But he thought about it for a while, and still said, "But this poem doesn't look like it was written on the spot." ”

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Note 1: These are the two spring thoughts of Jia Zhi in the Tang Dynasty? For one, the original text says that troubles and sorrows grow in the spring season, and I changed it a bit.