On the third night of the first month of April, it rained on the mountain.

Thinking that Su Su was still hiding in the mountains, Bu An's mind came up with the image of a stray cat hiding from the rain, and said in his heart: If she comes to deliver things again tonight, she must be left in the house to shelter from the rain.

But Su Su also seemed to know that Bu An had a great deal to deal with the next day, so he didn't dare to bother.

Early the next morning, Bu An had just finished washing up when someone knocked on the door, he pushed the door and saw that there was a dwarf pine tree standing outside the door - it was Song Qing wearing a green hat and a green robe.

Bu An cooked a pot of gruel with the rice sent by Song Qing a few days ago, and the two of them drank it and walked to the Dianxing Palace. On rainy days, the mountain road is slippery, but the scenery is surprisingly good, misty and rainy, and the grass is green.

Song Qing said: "The thirteen great Confucians in the academy, except for my lazy master, all went to the Star Hall to suppress the happy and crazy life in terms of momentum." ”

He also said: "Today's battle, if you only rely on these seventeen or eighteen days of grinding guns, you can cope with it, and I will be your little brother in the future." ”

Bu An said disdainfully: "I was originally older than you, and you said it as if you didn't say it." ”

He was dressed in a heavy coat, and his feet were torn straw shoes left behind by someone in the inn, and he missed the plastic raincoat and hiking boots. What I miss even more is the hot bath. After coming to this world, he didn't say that he took a bath, he didn't change a single piece of clothing from the inside to the outside, and now when it rains, he is slimy and wet, and he is uncomfortable.

The feeling of bottomlessness in my heart is even more uncomfortable. Even a genius like Song Qing can't learn the Confucian scriptures and righteousness in this amount of time, and Bu An doesn't have that ability. A book of Mencius has nearly 40,000 words, and he can memorize it all, and he has already given up his life.

It is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, and it is rainy, the two of them walked for about half an hour, and when they came to the Dianxing Palace, the front of the hall was already full of people.

Bu An vaguely heard the discussion of the "Half of the Analects", and thought: It's a pity that the Song Dynasty in this world is a short-lived ghost, and no one knows Zhao Pu's statement that "half of the Analects rules the world", otherwise the Half of the Analects is a big compliment.

He took off his hat and robe, asked Song Qing to help hold it, and walked into the hall with his legs raised. The hall is not as empty as it was last time. More than a dozen middle-aged Confucian scholars formed a semicircle, each sitting cross-legged behind a low case. Bu An had met three of them, and had heard Song Qing introduce them.

The examiner with thin eyebrows and meticulous eyes is called Fei Yongnian, and the examiner with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a straightforward temperament is called Lu Feiyang. The two sat in the middle seat, and it seemed that they were still the examiners of the make-up exam.

There is also a middle-aged Confucian who is sitting in the corner on the right, and it is the cold-faced middle-aged Confucian who asked Bu'an what opportunity he had for a few years, called Zhao He.

These three people are all great Confucians in the realm of "Qi Cultivation" in Tianmu Academy, and the other people here should be the same, but they don't know which one is the "happy and crazy".

Bu'an walked to the center of the semicircle surrounded by these people, and the straw sandals left a clear watermark on the bluestone floor, and there were rainwater dripping down the soaked corners of his clothes. His expression was calm, and he had the momentum of "the matter has come to this, even if it is the tiger's den in Longtan", he has to break through.

Fei Yongnian, a big Confucian with thin eyebrows and fine eyes, was much more majestic than last time, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to be very satisfied with the calmness shown by Bu'an. Fei Yongnian looked around, as if confirming that everyone had arrived, and then cleared his throat and said, "The third realm of Confucian cultivation, the realm of 'Qi cultivation', do you know the source?"

Step at ease and think: This is a tacit understanding. Last time I planted this "Mencius: Gongsun Chou", you know that I will definitely memorize it when I go back, and I also know that you will definitely take the test today. At the moment, he recited: "Speaking out of "Mencius, Gongsun Chou", Mencius said: I am good at nurturing my heroic spirit......"

The expression on Fei Yongnian's face has not changed much, and the great Confucians on the left and right have already shown joy. These people probably don't know the exam questions in the spring exam, and seeing that Bu'an responded to the questions well, it is not as unbearable as the rumors say.

But at this moment, the second person on Fei Yongnian's left hand suddenly nodded and said very sincerely: "When I was in Bianjing, I heard that the spring examination of Tianmu Academy has always been difficult, and when I saw it today, it was really extraordinary. ”

The man was slightly chubby, with a white face and black beard, and he held a folding fan in his hand. The people around him knew that he was saying the opposite, but seeing that he was sincere, it was not easy to refute, so they just talked about it and said something like "meritocracy".

Bu An saw that these Confucians in Tianmu Academy had no means, and he expected that he would suffer a loss, so he said in his heart: I knew that today, you should have let me pass the test generously. Now passive, right?

As he expected, a group of people were polite for a long time, and the Confucian student from Bianjing Lehu Academy finally made a mistake and said: "This scholar is extraordinary, he must be a great talent for learning Confucianism, and he is just an entrance exam, so why bother others too much." Come on, come on, little boy, the sage said: Respect the five beauties, screen the four evils. What are the five beauties, which are the four evils?"

Bu An frowned slightly. This person must have known the scene of his last test, and also knew his name of "Half of the Analects". The five beauties and four evils come from the Analects, and he remembers, but which five beauties and four evils can be memorized.

When the Confucians present saw that his face was ugly, they all guessed the result, and they were all silent for a while, or looked down at the ground, or looked up at the sky, as if the matter had nothing to do with them all at once.

Bu Anxin said: It's really my fault that I'm just a newcomer, but aren't you recruiting me to avoid the bad omen of being out of gear?

Since he definitely couldn't answer, he resigned himself to his fate, thinking that after going down the mountain, he should not be afraid of those little ghosts who blocked the way, and when he went to the nearest Yuezhou City, he would find a way to make a living.

Happily asked, "Little boy, why don't you answer?"

Bu An smiled and said, "I know the five lectures and four beauties, do you want to hear it?"

Several great Confucians looked at each other, and said in their hearts which sage's precepts were these five lectures and the four beauties.

"Bastard!" Zhao He, the great confucian, suddenly became angry and said, "Who allowed you to change the proposition privately!"

This time, Bu An's heart was really a little angry, and he thought: You are a bastard. Last time, you yourself listened to Li Bai's nonsense that he dreamed of becoming an immortal, but he poured his anger on my head, and now it is even more indistinguishable from friend and foe, and reading is in the belly of a dog. If it were all you, I wouldn't be happy to stay here.

He knew that he didn't have the capital to get back now, so he just smiled, and he smiled very kindly, which made Zhao He feel like he was punching the cotton ball.

Just when Bu An thought that his trip to Tianmu Mountain was going to end here, there was a sudden change outside the main hall. He turned his head to look, and saw a woman in white standing at the door of the temple, slowly and methodically collecting an oil-paper umbrella.

He had only seen this woman once, but he was very impressed, it was Tu Yao who was making the tide in the lakeside pavilion.

Tu Yao finished collecting the umbrella and handed it to Song Qing, who was waiting on the side, and then walked into the main hall lightly, and said leisurely: "I accepted this disciple, no need to take the test." ”

Seeing Song Qing winking at him, Bu An reacted: It turned out that Tu Yao was his lazy master who never set up a lecture hall! He saw that Tu Yao was only twenty-two or three years old at most, and he never thought that she was already one of the thirteen great Confucians in the academy. In such a comparison, Situ Yan became a great Confucian at the age of nineteen, which seems to be nothing unusual.

Le Hu Confucianism got up and smiled: "You are Tianmu Tu Yao, when I was in Bianjing, I often heard Senior Brother Situ mention it." ”

Tu Yao casually replied, "Is it?" and said to Fei Yongnian: "Senior Brother Fei, I will take him with his poetry, there is no problem, right?"

Fei Yongnian got up and said, "This ...... It is not against the ancestral precepts. ”

Le Hu Confucian seemed to be a little irritated by Tu Yao's arrogant temperament, and rushed to say: "How did I hear that this little boy didn't write poems on the day of the spring exam." Since I can take it with poetry, it is better to make a poem, and I can copy it for Bianjing talents to appreciate and appreciate......"

Tu Yao didn't seem to hear his words at all, and said to Bu An: "Don't be discouraged, I didn't answer the entrance test questions at the beginning......" As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Bu An looked at the Confucians in the hall, and then looked at Tu Yao's back, and the poem "140,000 people were disarmed, but none of them were men" came to his heart. It's obviously a major event in the academy, but in the end, a woman is needed to save the scene...... Well, this woman is not ordinary, and her indifferent but chic bearing is really impressive.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Le Hu Rusheng spread his hands towards Fei Yongnian and said: "It turns out that in Wuyue, Jiangnan, the so-called poet can be counted with a sentence of empty vernacular. Fei Yongnian and the others were choked by his words, and their faces were extremely ugly.

Seeing that Tu Yao was deaf to these sour words, Bu An scratched his head and walked outside the hall. I didn't expect that the make-up test, which had been prepared so hard, would pass in this way.

Seeing this scene, Zhao He whispered "give people a laughing stock". The young scholars scattered on both sides of the hall entrance became even more noisy, and the scene they had just seen made them more sure that this scholar in this year's spring examination was really a mediocre talent who did not learn and did not know how to do it.

Bu An walked through the hall gate without saying a word, took the robe handed by Song Qing and put it on, and then said softly: "Your master is good." ”

Song Qing grinned and said, "What 'your master', now it's also your master." I said, if you can cope with it today, I will be your little brother. Now you can't handle it, so you'll become my junior brother. ”

Tu Yao opened the oil-paper umbrella and walked into the rain with Song Qing, who was wearing a robe. The rain fell along the eaves of the main hall, like a thin curtain of water, and two figures, one umbrella and one lily, one tall and one short, became hazy through this layer of water curtain.

Bu'an stood under the eaves, listening to the sound of Suosuo's discussions, and the resentment and annoyance in his chest gradually accumulated, as if there was a bad anger that had nowhere to vent, and he was uncomfortable. He picked up one of the bamboo canes scattered under his feet, supported the ground with the cane, and stood in front of the rain curtain, like a hesitant walker, as if he was brewing something.

The wet wind blew on the face, and the sound of wind and rain and the sound of discussion blended together, and it was gradually difficult to distinguish from each other.