After entering the examination room and finding the seat with his name written on it, Li Jian sat down calmly, and under the attention of the supervisor of the examination room, all the candidates who sat down looked at a small stone slab of two square meters placed in front of him, and calmed down.

Until the invigilator took out the question paper of the scientific examination that was sealed by Huotao, the first exam was to test the literacy of Chinese hyphenation, poetry writing, that is, the literary examination, which is one of the compulsory courses of a stonemason, and after a while, someone began to depict the questions on the small stone slab, and for a while, the slight rustling sound in the examination room, and the sound of popping dust echoed.

Li Jian calmly grinded the ink, looking at the rice paper in front of him, but he didn't write for a long time, the time for the literary examination was a whole day, very loose, leaving people with enough time to think.

Slowly, those stonemason candidates who were as contemplative as Li Jian also had thoughts, and they started writing one by one, and in the end, Li Jian was the only one left sitting there in the entire examination room, still thinking.

For Li Jian, it is not difficult to write these poems, but what he is thinking about in his heart is not the immediate problem, but has been thinking about the white bird in the sky, and the question about the sound of heavenly thunder, he faintly feels that this sound of heavenly thunder is very important to him, and it seems to be related to his own mission.

At this moment, the topic of the literary examination is a face, the picture is very simple, there is only one mountain, a bare majestic stone mountain, a Confucian student on the mountain, looking up at the starry sky, quietly thinking, the sky seems to have wind, into nine spirals soaring upward, and the blue sky, to the point that it is like a huge drum, the wind pillar is like a drumstick to beat the sound of heaven.

A few strokes under the mountain outline, it seems that there is a house guarding the mountain.

The inscription is based on the painting I saw, carved out of a stone slab, and the carved painting is accompanied by a poem.

When Li Jian saw the painting, his mind was faintly emerging again, and his mission to ring something became clearer and clearer, as if it was like this wind pillar beating a drum, or like the previous sound of thunder, but he didn't feel it, he couldn't grasp himself, he just had a little idea, and he didn't feel it when he thought about it carefully.

"The Sound of Thunder...... The Sound of Nature...... What the hell is the sound?"

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, it was noon, and someone had already completed his work, holding the inscription paper and blowing a small slate with some dust, his expression showed joy, and he shook his head slightly and thought silently in his heart.

Only Li Jian still sat there silently, with confusion in his eyes, and never started, such a thing is rare, and those few supervisors couldn't help but look at Li Jian a few more times.

Gradually, some people left the examination room one after another, either proud or lost, and after leaving here, they left far away in the company of the scholar's family or alone.

The sun was setting, and the entire examination room was also slightly darkened, and there was not much time left until the end, less than half an hour left, except for Li Jian, the last candidate also got up with a long sigh, glanced at Li Jian before leaving, shook his head and left.

"If you can't do it, leave quickly, don't waste your time. A prison officer frowned, walked to Li Jian's side, knocked on the table with his right hand, and the small stone slab belonging to Li Jian had not yet moved

Before he could do it, it was clear that he would not be able to complete his engraving in such a short period of time.

Li Jian did not raise his head, but closed his eyes, opened them abruptly after a few breaths, raised his right hand and showed a small carving knife and other tools, his eyes showed a bright light, and quickly carved on the small stone slab.

When it is different from other candidates, others blow while carving, and they have to compare the paintings on the question paper, dust is constantly floating on the slate, and Li Jian's carving method is like blind carving, and the depiction on the small stone slab is extremely smooth, and he does not look at the paintings on the question paper at all, no dust is raised at all, and the whole small stone slab does not see the line of Li Jian's carved paintings.

Under the invigilator's stunned expression, Li Jian finished carving the small stone slab in a moment, and then Li Jian got up and left, and after half an hour, the invigilator picked up the small stone slab full of stone chips, and a gust of wind blew, and the stone chips flew by, and the invigilator opened his eyes in the dust on his face.

On the stone slab in front of him, there is also a picture scroll, this picture scroll is almost the same as the picture scroll on the title paper, and even there is a lot more agility on it, the Confucian student on the mountain looks up at the sky, it is actually the image of Li Jian, lifelike.

"Gently wake up the sleeping heart, slowly open your eyes, see if the busy world is still lonely and spinning, the spring breeze does not understand the amorous feelings, blowing the heart of the teenager...... Looking up for the wings of the sky, the shadow of the white bird appears...... Melt your true feelings into musical notes and pour out distant blessings...... Let's look forward to a better tomorrow. ”

A long poem is engraved on a small stone slab, this is a very meaningful poem by Li Jian on the earth in his previous life, although some simple changes have been made, although the invigilator has never seen this kind of subject, but reading it still makes people feel very passionate, and can feel that this is a good article, a very appropriate piece of article.

"This is blind carving? I haven't seen such a technique for many years, and I haven't seen such a poem for many years," the invigilator standing next to Li Jian glanced at it a few times, and was immediately stunned and looked at it carefully.

Even the rest of the prison officials not far away were attracted by the light voice, and they all came to take a look, and under this look, they were all shocked in the local area, for the carving that Li Jian completed in a quarter of an hour, the figures, mountains, starry sky, and so on are every place so appropriate, very admirable memory.

Li Jian walked out of the examination room, took a deep look at the examination room behind him, the brightness in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a kind of confusion, sighed lightly towards the examination behind him, and walked into the distance with the bamboo weaving back.

It wasn't until long after he left that one of the invigilators picked up Li Jian's small stone slab and looked at it carefully again, his eyes showed a trance, as if he had an understanding, and remembered the name of Li Jian on the right hand side of the small stone slab.

"Or this person understands this painting thoroughly, knocks on the sleeping heart, opens his eyes to stare at the world, the wind moves, the heart moves, and he looks forward to a better tomorrow!" The old man who was the invigilator groaned for a long time, picked up the pen, and drew a circle on Li Jian's name.

Li Jian was walking in the capital, and suddenly the world was dark, but he saw a strong wind, and under the sound of ghosts crying and mourning, suddenly a black wind fell from the sky, directly enveloping Li Jian, to separate him from this heaven and earth.

In the black wind, a middle-aged man in a white robe walked out, a cold aura permeated his body, and his eyes stared at Li Jian.

"The old man won't hurt you, you just have to answer one question. ”

In the past few days, he searched for the people used in the skin of this Zhao Kingdom, from the dignitaries to the common people of Dawn, from the great Confucian affairs to the dog slaughterers, everyone asked the same question, and finally he erased the memory of this incident, and looked for the next person again in disappointment.

He is looking for a future, a person who can answer the doubts in his heart, a person who can ring hope, countless thousands of years of searching, and finally in today's capital, it seems that someone is asking his heart, making the thunder sound of heaven and earth in this capital burst, this is nothing, although Fengyi's feeling about the sound of thunder is already different, and the person who wants him to wait is about to appear.

But yesterday's thunder that sounded all night, because there was no wind, as if the thunder had no life, so the person who sounded the hope has not yet appeared, but there is just a sense, these years the wind wing has been all these people who have the hope of sounding the voice of hope, the wind wing has gathered it, hoping that these people will further hope to break through and sound the voice of hope.

Originally, when he met Li Jian on the boat a few days ago, he just felt that this young man was a little special, and he seemed to have a natural liking for him, but that was because he took the blood lotus away, and he didn't pay enough attention to Li Jian, a mortal, but when Feng Yi left, he always left the impression of a little stonemason Li Jian who carried a bamboo weave on his back and a big oil umbrella in his mind.

He didn't know why, it stands to reason that a mortal is not qualified to stay in his mind and go deep into his heart, but since he met this Li Jian, he seemed to feel that he had found hope, so he hurried back and tried to find Li Jian in the vast sea of people in this capital.

Fortunately, he knew that Li Jian was this batch of stonemasons who participated in the master craftsman exam in the capital, so it was much easier for Feng Yi to find, he had seen Li Jian again long before the exam, but Feng Yi did not appear, he was observing, in addition to observing Li Jian, there were all the people who took the exam.

The strange thing is that Li Jian has always been in a dazed state in the examination room, and he seems to have not been in a state for answering questions, and the power contained in Li Jian's head cannot be discovered by others, but it is very easy for Fengyi, and as the time of the exam gets closer and closer to the end, the stronger that feeling becomes.

When Li Jian answered the question at the last moment, Li Jian's bell in his heart was blown by the wind, waking up the sleeping dream, and making Feng Yi's body boom, as if he heard the most exciting news, waking up the sleeping dream, Feng Yi felt that he had finally waited for such a person, although this person was a mortal, but he wanted to cultivate it, if the cultivation reached a certain level, he believed that Li Jian was the one who rang the bell.

The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves, the black wind howled, and the endless yin spirit roared hideously, filling the two sides of Li Jian and the man, making the heaven and earth seem to be separated, a blur, Li Jian turned around and looked at the man who came from the liquid black heaven and earth in the distance.