The mountains and forests are green, and the morning sun shines.

The clans were richly dressed and sat at the table.

The two students merged, one on the left and one on the right, each dressed in the uniform of their own school, and sat quietly opposite the nobles.

On the left is a piece of water-colored clothes that matches the sky, from the students of Yinluo Academy.

On the right side is the blue of the fairy mountain, which is a student from Guozijian.

An ethereal bird sound sounded in the forest, soaring straight into the sky, like a scholar's chest expressing the meaning of Top Gun.

In a flash, another red fox scurried by, startling the students with a burst of exclamations.

The young man's clothes were crowded, and the water and blue floated.

Luo Zi'an got up and left the table, walked to the middle, signaled the students to be restless, and the noise in the audience gradually stopped, and then there was silence everywhere.

Luo Zi'an announced the start of the first round, and the students looked solemn, all straightened their backs, and their eyes were eager to try.

In the first round, the main test is the students' own ability to reserve all kinds of knowledge in the north and south.

A total of 20 students were randomly selected, and the atmosphere continued to boil from the moment the name of the first student was pronounced, and everyone's emotions were high all the way.

The atmosphere that had intensified came to an abrupt end after the last student who was about to play was confirmed.

The scene was enthusiastic and excited one moment, but the next moment it was silent.

fell into an eerie dreary depression.

Between the cyan, a figure slowly stood up.

It's Xun Guangyan.

In Yin'an, everyone knows that this amazing prodigy, who has been gifted since he was a child, has an unforgettable ability, and with this talent, he is now proficient in knowledge in various fields, and his knowledge is extremely profound, and he is better than many Confucian masters.

Coincidentally, he was drawn by partiality.

In this round, the test happened to be what Xun Guangyan was best at.

Just ask, who can win a person who never forgets?

"It's a loss, with him, there's no need to compare. Both Guozijian and Yinluo Academy had students complaining in low voices.

The "loss" that the students of Yinluo Academy complained about refers more to Yinluo Academy's defeat against Guozijian, and the defeat will be decided.

However, the "losing" in the mouths of the students of Guozijian refers to the competition with Xun Guangyan in the individual duel, and there is no doubt that they will lose.

In the midst of a sigh of resentment, the morale of the two students continued to decline.

But the competition has to go on.

Twenty students, first two by two, by several judges one by one, each group eliminated one person, and then the remaining ten people, and then in the same way, and constantly eliminated repeatedly, until finally only one person remained.

Xun Guangyan was as everyone expected, competing all the way, sweeping thousands of armies and being unstoppable, and no student got half a point in front of him.

He talks Kai Kai, the exit is in chapters, and between the conversations, he is not slow or slow, sparse and atmospheric, and the noble son is full of style.

Whether it is the history of the wild or the official history, when asked, he blurted out chapters and sentences without hesitation, and spit out word for word.

Youhong Ru was not convinced, and deliberately asked him some extremely strange and tricky questions, which even several writers present did not know.

But I don't want Xun Guangyan to stand with his hands in his hands, he is calm and relaxed, Lang Lang speaks, and the answers are like a stream, and every word is answered on the point, and his eyes are full of leisurely and self-satisfaction, without any timidity.

Mian Liang looked at it from a distance, and saw that his original childish baby face was full of confidence, except for the old-fashioned attitude deliberately made on weekdays, and at this moment the young man's high-spirited appearance was fully displayed, so happy.

With this momentum alone, it has overwhelmed many people, and even if there are outstanding ones, after this experience, they have already retreated psychologically.

Others have poetry books in their bellies, but he seems to have books in his belly, and when he asks where he is, he turns the invisible pages in his belly to where they are, and repeats them one by one as they are, without even beating a single pause.

Moreover, he not only memorizes by rote, but also draws inferences from one case to another, and when he repeats the gist of the original text, he will also quote scriptures and classics to produce some new arguments and propositions.

Xun Guangyan is like this, with an overwhelming advantage, all the way through the thorns, in the end, the scene is not like a showdown between students, but more like Xun Guangyan's personal talent show.

At a glance, there was no one around him who was his opponent.

At the end of the first round, Xun Guangyan won the honor for Guozijian without any suspense.

Only then did everyone who held their breath let out a sigh of relief, it was so wonderful that they enjoyed watching it, and they seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

On the one hand, they were amazed by Xun Guangyan's amazing talent and self-confidence from reading all the poems and letters, but on the other hand, they felt disheartened by the huge gap between themselves and the other party.

Moments later, Luo Zi'an announced the start of the second round.

After the first round just now, the morale of Yinluo Academy was obviously defeated, and the first battle was lost, and the students were dejected and disgraced, like defeated roosters.

However, there is a stark contrast on the side of the Guozijian, all of them are high-spirited, their faces are full of pride, and they all look proud and proud of their personal interests.

Mian Liang originally thought that with Luo Zi'an's temper, she would definitely show a gloomy face, but when she looked at it, she didn't want it to be different from what she imagined.

Luo Zi'an sat with a group of Hongru and Han Zeshui, his expression was not smiling, and his face did not show any emotion.

Although he was the youngest among them, he sat with these elders without any sense of disobedience, but blended in with each other very well.

When he was not near Xiangyu, he looked like this most of the time, and the old Cheng Huimin Qi around him was raised like this.

Yinluo Academy lost the first round, not only Luo Zi'an was not in a hurry, but Luo Junxuan, who was sitting next to him, was not in a hurry.

I saw that Luo Junxuan was leisurely, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked like he didn't care about himself.

And Luo Yuanzhi shook the peach blossom fan that he always carried with him, and was talking to a beautiful servant girl beside him, as if he was talking about something interesting, the handmaid covered her lips with her sleeves, her shoulders trembled slightly, she should have been amused, and Luan Yuan, who was brought by him to attend, was serving from the side and pouring him new tea.

Guozijian won the first game, slapping the face of the Xiang faction, but like the third son of the Luo family, most of the clans of the Xiang faction also looked indifferent and not shocked.

For them, after all, this is only the first round, and it has just begun.

Not far away, Yan Wenque, who was sitting diagonally on the opposite side, looked at the scene surrounded by beauties beside Luo Yuanzhi, frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and then turned his head sideways.

Take a break and start the second round.

The second round of the competition is an ingenious comparison, the content of the competition is calligraphy and painting, but it is not an ordinary competition between the two, but a whole.

The usual method of integration is just to mention the words after painting, so that the artistic conception of painting and words complement each other, and the more they blend and complement each other, the winner is the winner.

But this competition, but this is not the case, the integration of words and paintings, refers to the use of words to paint, in popular terms, is to use words on paper to pile up a painting.