At this time, it was the time for Hong Yi to start writing, he had already held the pen and wrote the first line:

"Pifu is the master of the world, and in a word, it is the law of the world! It is all the transformation of the heavens and the earth, the fortune of prosperity and decline, its life also has its own origin, and its death has also done something......"

A person can become an example for thousands of generations, and a sentence can become a standard for people all over the world to follow! This is because their ambition and character can be compared with the cultivation of all things in heaven and earth, and can affect the prosperity and decline of the country's fortune!

Zi said! That is, I say! That is, the ambition and character of the sons!

Hong Yi broke the question with this sentence, and in an instant, his spirit and divine will had a trace of resonance with those statues of the hundred gods who had passed away for a long time!

These statues of the gods, worshiped by the past dynasties, have already had a trace of divine power, containing their only spirit of truth left in this world, which is close to the spirit of the Tao, the spiritual character of Hongyi, at this time has reached the same realm of justice and righteousness as the sons, so there is a vision of a hundred saints singing together!

"A hundred saints roared in unison!!? Could it be the royal road!? Fang Yuan raised his head in surprise and looked in Hong Yi's direction.

Fang Yuan sensed slightly, and his face showed surprise again.

"No, it's not, it's not Wang Daoyi, it's Hong Yi, it's actually this inconspicuous Hong Yi who made this article of a hundred saints! Such an article must be read to the depths, and the style of the hundred saints is in line with the great Confucian, university students can write, such an article is approved by the hundred saints, even if the emperor is selfish, at this time he has to be hand-picked as the new champion! ”

"Because this can cause the Hundred Saints to shake the article, and cause the Hundred Saints spirit to join the people. Enough to be called a saint! The true saints have all died, leaving only the spirit, so they can only be called 'sub-saints'! A saint who lives on earth. Ya Sheng! What a Hong Yi! A hundred years later, all descendants will call him Yizi! I'm really inferior, I'm not as good! I'm not as good as Hong Yi, and I'm not as good as Wang Daoyi, a good Wang Daoyi, worthy of being an immortal figure who can cross the Nine Heavens in a row, and I can actually accept a Yasheng as a second brother. Only a person like you can recognize the undeveloped Yasheng in the recklessness. Fang Yuan muttered to himself dejectedly, and put down the pen with a slight sigh.

In the room, Xie Wenyuan had to stop writing. put down the pen, slightly concentrating and looking at the breath, and said with the same surprise on his face:

"Ya Sheng! It's not that Wang Daoyi, it's that Hongyi! It turned out to be exactly what I expected. This son is pure in thought. Only when one's own spiritual realm has reached the spirit of the Holy Dao that only the sages of all sons can have, can such articles be made. A sub-saint! It can only be a sub-sage in five hundred years, and the old man is fortunate to be able to conduct a scientific expedition with the sub-sage, and it is a great honor to be able to do so, so don't come to me for this trip......" Xie Wenyuan's white-haired old face showed a look of joy, and he had a sense of whim. I vaguely felt that there would be something to gain this time, but I didn't expect that it would be the birth of Yasheng!

"There is a saying since ancient times. Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is not the second, the article is not easy to distinguish the superior and inferior at the extreme, so who is the champion can not be sure, it depends on the mind of the Qiandi, originally according to the Qiandi mentality, this year's champion has seventy percent will be hand-picked by me, and thirty percent will be hand-picked to the eight-year-old Fang Yuan, that Hong Yi has no chance to become the champion, and Wang Daoyi is also impossible, even if he is a true person of the Nine Thunder Tribulations, it will not work...... But no one expected that it would be Hong Yi! This is the resonance of the hundred saints of the ancient princes, this is the champion selected by the ancient princes, and he is the only one! ”

As soon as I finished pretending to be forced, I was slapped in the face! Yang Pangang said that Hong Yi could only win the fourth place at most, and at this time, Hong Yi wrote an article that made all the sons and saints woo together! It can be said that the champion position is almost a foregone conclusion!

No one can risk the condemnation of the world to deny Hong Yi the position of champion! Hong Xuanji can't, and neither can Yang Pan! Otherwise, it will be opposed by all the scholars and students of the Manchu Dynasty!

At this time, Yang Pan's mood was complicated, and he was happy and shocked to ask who wrote the article of the Hundred Saints Qiming, but the news came that it was actually Hong Yi!

Yang Pan looked at Yang Gan, the prince of jade, and there was already a killing intention in his heart! Could it be that Qian'er really has the life of a real dragon?! I can actually get the help of Yasheng! I have to think about it, what should I do, a royal road is terrifying enough! I didn't expect another Yasheng Hongyi to pop up!

And the crown prince Yang Yuan, the prince and others learned that the person who wrote the Yasheng article was actually Hong Yi, and their faces turned blue and black, as if they had thought of something bad.

In the Tribute Courtyard, Hong Xuanji clenched his hands, and a strong and extreme killing intent was almost unbearable!

"Son! It would actually be Hong Yi, a son of evil! It would be you who wrote the Yasheng article! How is this possible, no, I don't believe it, Meng Bingyun, you have been dead for so many years, and you can still win me! I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Hong Xuanji's eyes were already a little red, even if he was already a human immortal, there were some things, he recalled it, and he was still a demon in his heart.

At this time, because of the vision of the hundred saints, there were already traces of riots in the Gongyuan, and the chief examiner Hong Xuanji was not in a state, and he was in danger of entering the illusion of the heart and did not stand up to stop the riots.

Fortunately, the deputy chief examiner Li Shenguang stood up and shouted with great joy, a grand event in the literary world, a grand event in the literary world! He ran to the high altar in the center of the Tribute Courtyard, waved his arms, rang the bell vigorously, and shouted, "Silence! Quiet!! This is a good thing, this is a literary event! On the occasion of the National Ceremony Examination, I am full of literary atmosphere, and there are university scholars, who read the articles of the Hundred Saints of the Hundred Saints intensively, and write the spirit of the articles to move the spirit of the Hundred Saints! This is an auspicious omen of the prosperity of my great cadres! No living beings shall make a noise! Where are the soldiers, guard their respective posts! Whoever dares to make any more commotion, the offender will be expelled from the tribute house! The most important thing is that the official has the sword of Shang Fang, and there is no forgiveness for killing! ”

Li Shenguang stood up at such a critical moment, worthy of being a true Confucian that Hong Xuanji also had to praise, seeing that the riot had stopped, Hong Xuanji had also stabilized his mind at this time.

He walked to Li Shenguang's side, the sound shook like thunder, and the coercion of the immortals was together, and he said in a deep voice: "Silence!" All the beings are quiet, wait for me and Li Shangshu to play the emperor, please decide this auspicious event in the literary world, don't make a noise! ”

Not to mention that Hong Xuanji had a thousand irrepressible killing intent in his heart at this time, and he could only endure it at this time!

"Okay, what a son, what a Hong Yi, I underestimated you!" Hong Xuanji raised his head and was about to play with Li Shenguang to Emperor Qiandi Yang, he had just opened his foot, and suddenly, the vision changed again!

Following the sound of the hundred saints, suddenly there were a hundred pillars of light from the white to the pure, to the righteous to the true, rising from the statue of the sons in the temple of Conggongyuan! (To be continued.) )