Temple Square.

The atmosphere was as hot as fire, as if it had exploded.

When the temple sang that there were also literary and talented fighters, the students couldn't believe their ears, when was it so easy to see literary and talented fighters?

If you are promoted, you are a genius, and if you are fighting, you are a saint.

In the past, it was rare to see saints in pairs.

But now, there are as many as eight people who have fought on the Tianxia Hua list. There is also one person, with two buckets and one liter of talent, and one ride is unbeatable.

The faces of Helian Mountain, Rong Tao, Yu Yuan and other students turned even paler.

The literary talents of Yuntian and Xu Ping are so high that people are a little desperate, how did they learn the literary talents of the fight?

At this time, even the teachings and teachings were shocked, and they couldn't imagine that there were two saints who had fought in a row, and this year's spring exam was really unexpected, as if there had been dozens of hundreds of years of accumulation before, and it suddenly broke out.

"Those who have fought will definitely be able to become a writer one day, even if it is a great Confucian. ”

Some of the teachers were amazed that some were shocked by the Sanshang Academy and the Ten Great Academies.

Taihe Academy, one of the top ten academies of Confucianism, is one of the academies that can compete with Sanshang Academy.

Such as Xu Ping Xu Anzhi.

"The students of Bailu Academy, Wang Xuan and Wang Yuanzhi, are talented and literate. ”

As soon as the singing of the temple fell, the students became a sensation again, and there was another literary talent.

This makes those famous students extremely desperate.

"Hey, why didn't you make it to the Wenhua list?"

Some students suddenly paid attention and couldn't help but ask in amazement.

"That's right, one bucket and eight liters of literary talent, should be tied for second place on the Wenhua list, why?"

"This Wang Xuan's age, I'm afraid it's past the age of a weak crown. ”

"The Wenhua List only admits students under the age of 20. ”

Some students explained.

"Which academy is this Bailu Academy?" another student asked, "It doesn't seem to be a third-class academy, but there is a talent of one bucket and eight liters, which is really not simple." ”

Sanshang Academy and the Ten Great Academies, every student is clear.

However, in the colleges after the top three, students may not be able to remember them one by one, and there is no need to remember them. If students were asked to memorize the name of Eighty-One College, I am afraid that half of them would not be able to fully recite it.

Although Wang Yuanzhi has passed the year of the weak crown, no one dares to despise half a point.

Although the college mainly admits students below the weak crown, there are also many students in their early twenties, so Wang Yuanzhi's age is not too big, and he should be in his early twenties.

After the top three academies, there are few outstanding literary talents behind.

It was already dark.

The students in the square gradually became restless, looking up at the night sky from time to time, and there had been no sound from the temple for most of the hour.

"Is the academy the last to be called a literary talent?" a student asked anxiously.

"Yes. ”

Some students nodded.

"I'm afraid it's almost time now, why can't it be the turn of the academy?" another student asked, watching the excitement for most of the day, and some couldn't wait.

"It should be soon. ”

In the anxiety of the students.

A white elephant came from the edge of the sky stepping into the night sky, and it seemed that every step it took made a "boom" sound. It grew bigger and bigger, white as jade, emitting a soft white light in the night, and walked to the top of its head step by step.

"Elephant of the Peace!"

Some students pointed to the Taiping Elephant and shouted excitedly.

At this time, everyone looked up, and Feng Qingyan also looked at it with some curiosity, although the white elephant was lifelike, and it made a whistling sound from time to time, it was not a real white elephant.

"The Elephant of Peace is coming, the Elephant of Peace is coming. ”

The people outside the academy looked at them with wide eyes and great curiosity.

"This is the Elephant of Peace......"

"It's amazing. ”

For the famous Taiping Elephant, some people are disappointed, and some people are satisfied.

At this time, the Taiping Elephant came to the sky above the temple, and after raising its head to the sky and letting out a long roar, it saw a long white jade staircase spit out from its mouth, which was connected to the square of the temple.

"Taiping has an elephant, can be called a literary talent!"

An old man's voice seemed to come down from the sky, "All students need to walk up the white jade ladder. ”

"Which student starts first?"

The Great Sect Baili Kun stood in front of the white jade stairs and said to the students in front of him.

The students in front of them glanced at each other, and saw one of them step forward and salute the great teacher and say, "Students come first." ”

"Good. ”

The Great Priest nodded and said, "The higher the ladder goes, the higher the literary talent will be, and you should strive to go up." ”

"Students understand. ”

The student said, and walked towards the white jade stairs.

At this time, all the students stretched their necks to look, and as soon as they saw the student stepping into the white jade staircase, they saw that on the top of the student's head, a scroll of books actually appeared.

And the higher you go, the more books you will conjure.

But after the student walked up a flight of stairs, he couldn't go up no matter how he walked.

At this time, I saw a roll of the white elephant's long trunk, and rolled the scrolls of books conjured up on the top of the student's head into his mouth.

After a few breaths, the old man's voice appeared again: "Wencai Jiuhe." ”

"There are nine combinations?"

Some students were amazed.

And the student who called the literary talent was a little disappointed.

Because he needed one liter to be able to enter the academy, he failed his exams such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The Great Instructor Baili Kun pondered for a moment and said to the students who walked down, "You can enter the academy." ”

Because there are really fewer students who pass the big exam in three days, they can only relax a little and let Jiuhe enter the academy.

In fact, Jiuhe talents, students under the age of 20, can also be regarded as talents.

"Thank you, Great Teaching. ”

The student was pleasantly surprised and saluted excitedly.

The students couldn't help but be stunned when they saw it, and many students became a little excited.

One by one, the students walked up the white jade ladder, but they only called out the talents of the three or five together, and there was no one who passed the promotion.

At this time, the eyes of many students fell on Mu Yu, Yan Shan, Rong Tao and other students, and even the teaching and learning had some expectations.

Most of the students are called literary talents, and they are just joining in the fun.

After a while, there were fewer students who went to be called literary talents.

"Yan Shan. ”

Seeing that Yan Shan was shrinking behind the students again, the Great Sect couldn't help but shout.

The students gave way to a road, and Yan Shan had a bitter look on his face when he saw it, and he had to go up under the gaze of the Great Teacher.

As he walked up the white jade staircase, scrolls of books appeared above his head.

After a while, it turned into a mountain of books, leaving the students in the square stunned, and there were too many books that had been conjured up.

Moreover, Yan Shan is still continuing to move upward.

The mountain of books overhead is getting bigger and bigger.

Mu Yu, Yu Yuan, Mei Lan and other students looked at Yan Shan in shock, but it didn't seem strange to think that Yan Shan had the reputation of standing on the bookcase......

After a while, Yan Shan finally couldn't walk.

However, a huge mountain of books had already conjured up above his head, and even the teachings were startled and seemed a little excited.

"Zizhong never let me down. The Great Priest couldn't help but praise it.

At this time, the long trunk of the white elephant rolled up and swallowed the mountain of books into its belly, which actually made the white elephant, which was originally only three feet old, bigger.

"Wencai is a bucket and a rise. ”

As soon as the old man's words came out, there was a sensation in the square, and the article was written again.

Feng Qingyan was also a little amazed when he heard it.

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