With a wave of his robe, Chen Yude directly picked up the official seal, and then the miniature image of the entire Confucian Temple was presented in front of him and Hong Zhengzhong.

"Who could it be?"

The two of them said with surprise and shock in their hearts.

It is already extremely difficult to find poetry out of the county, let alone Dafu poetry, which is simply even more difficult.

In the entire Jinguan Mansion, there are only one or two poems of Dafu that appear every year.

There are ten county offices under the Jinguan Mansion, with a total population of more than 7 million.

But with a population of 7 million, one or two Dafu poems are published every year, which shows how difficult Dafu poems are.

So it's no wonder that Chen Yude, the county magistrate, and Hong Zhengzhong were shocked and surprised, and if he was the city lord of Jinguanfu, he would also be surprised at this time.

The miniature version of the image flashed quickly in front of Chen Yude's eyes, and soon, Chen Yude locked onto the West: Room 203.

"Found it, found it!" Chen Yude said in a slightly trembling voice.

"Who is it?" Hong Zhengzhong hurriedly said.

"Ji Han." Chen Yude said.

"Ji Han? I've never heard of that name. Hong Zhengzhong thought for a while and said.

"This person is already a child who has failed the third exam, and this is the fourth exam." Chen Yude was surprised.

"What? Failed the third test? How could such a person write poems about the signs of Dafu? Hong Zhengzhong was taken aback when he heard this.

Chen Yude did not answer Hong Zhengzhong's question, but directly reflected the content of the rice paper that Ji Han was writing in front of the two of them.

Inside the exam room

After Ji Han threw away the rice paper with the poem "Qi Yu" written on it, he took a break and began to write new Qi Yu poems.

"Spring Night Rain"

Ji Han wrote the title of the poem.

Then Ji Han began to write the text:

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

As soon as this poem came out, the whole rice paper flashed white, which was the first treasure light.

Then, Ji Han felt that he couldn't exert any strength all over his body, as if his strength was used up all at once with the writing of this poem.

Resisting the urge to fall asleep, Ji Han clenched the brush in his hand.

He can't just fall asleep, because once he really falls asleep, then he will fail this Tongsheng test, and he will wait until next year to take the Tongsheng exam, and Yunzhu's vicious illness will have to endure for a year.

In addition to these, he also has to face the revenge of Qian Xiongzheng of the Qian Mansion and Xu Fuquan of the Fumanlou Restaurant.

Ji Han himself could suffer some losses, but he couldn't see Yunzhu being bullied because of his hardships.

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, a smell of blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth.

The smell of blood was accompanied by a stinging pain, and Ji Han's spirit suddenly increased.

And at this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly began to converge, and the power of the stars in the Temple of Literature also began to converge towards Ji Han.

Huhuhu......

Ji Han felt that the power of the stars around him was incomparably full, and the cold wind that made people feel energetic kept blowing on his body.

Brush!!

Ji Han felt that his right hand suddenly increased in strength, and when he fixed his eyes, Ji Han found that around his right hand holding the brush, it was all visible to the naked eye, and the power of the stars was extremely dense at this time.

"Dafu! A sign that a student writes a poem about Dafu! ”

Ji Han instantly understood what was happening, this was the Temple of Literature using the power of the stars to help him recover his strength.

Exhale, inhale......

Ji Han took a few deep breaths, and felt that the strength in his body was still recovering, and the power of the stars around his body was pouring into his body.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

After regaining some strength, Ji Han immediately wrote the second line of poetry.

Bang......

In the originally condensed dark clouds, a thunderclap suddenly sounded, and with the thunder, an electric light swept through the sky.

At this time, the people of the entire Yuxian County all stopped what they were doing and looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky with an expectant expression.

Yuxian County has been short of rain for too long, and the people of Yuxian County hope that God will have a good rain.

At this time, the sky over the entire Jinguanfu (city) was full of dark clouds.

"Dafu Qiyu poems!"

In the Confucian Temple of the Jinguan Mansion, all the literati of Wendao stared at the dark clouds above their heads without blinking.

"Yuxian!" Su Jiyu, the prefect of the Jinguan Mansion, was standing on the city wall at this time, looking in the direction of Yuxian.

The sudden change instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the entire Jinguan Mansion, and everyone looked at the sky full of dark clouds, feeling the tranquility before the storm, and the most profound feeling was in the Confucian Temple in Yuxian County.

"Let the county help you!"

In the Confucian Temple of Yuxian County, Chen Yude, who was looking at Ji Han through the official seal, suddenly waved his robe, and the power of the stars in his body surged towards Ji Han through the official seal.

Although the power of the stars in the Temple of Literature is strong, Ji Han is now a student, not even a child, so he can't absorb it quickly at all.

Chen Yude, as a county magistrate, is himself a Wendao Juren realm, so the power of the stars he emitted can be easily absorbed by Ji Han.

In the realm of literature and Taoism, above the children are the talents, and the talents are the people.

Because he had just finished writing the second line of poetry, Ji Han, who was physically exhausted at this time, suddenly noticed that a very delicate star power appeared around him, and he did not hesitate to inhale it into his body.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

The third line of poetry is written.

Boom Boom Boom......

Originally, there was only one thunder, but at this time, there was a sudden roar, and there was lightning and thunder in the dark clouds.

Brush......

The rice paper with the poem "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" was held off the table by the power of the stars at this time, and the first treasure light of one foot and two inches high appeared on the rice paper.

Baoguang three inches, is out of the county.

Baoguang is a foot, it is the work of Dafu.

Now that "Spring Night Rain" has not yet been written, Baoguang has reached one foot and two inches, which is already the limit of Dafu's poetry.

And what's even more terrifying is that the first Baoguang is three percent higher than the ordinary Baoguang, so at present, it can be said that the Baoguang on the rice paper is already one foot six inches, and further, it is Mingzhou above the Dafu.

Mingzhou poems, the entire Jinguan Mansion has not produced a poem for three years.

Shout......

Chen Yude, the county magistrate of Yuxian County, suddenly found that the power of the stars he sent out had disappeared, and only then did he realize that the poems he was going to write for Ji Han now were probably the works of Mingzhou beyond Dafu.

"God bless my Jinguan Mansion!"

Chen Yude blushed and looked up at the sky, and said excitedly.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Chen Yude suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the power of the stars in the Temple of Literature.

"It's not good, the power of the stars is a little out of control, the power of the stars that Ji Han needs is too great, and the power of the stars in the Temple of Literature is all pouring to him!" Chen Yude exclaimed in surprise, and immediately used the official seal to block it.

If you are not careful, the power of the stars of the Temple of Literature is likely to burst Ji Han's body, which Chen Yude does not want to see when he dies.

Dafu poems, and it may be Mingzhou, such poems, Chen Yude did not allow it to appear yet, and it dissipated into the world.

"Wait!"

Sensing Chen Yude's movements, Hong Zhengzhong immediately stopped him, and stared at the picture of Ji Han presented by the official seal in front of him with a solemn face.

As soon as Chen Yude saw that Hong Zhengzhong was blocking him, he immediately wanted to scold his mother, and he lost a student who wrote Dafu poems, and the county order couldn't afford it.

But just when Chen Yude was about to burst out of the foul language, he stopped moving all of a sudden, but looked at Ji Han presented in the official seal with a look of surprise and horror.

In the picture, Ji Han was surrounded by the power of the stars, and a whirlpool of the power of the stars was formed above his head.

"This, this ......" Chen Yude was already a little incoherent.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Just when Chen Yu was incoherent, Ji Han wrote the last line of the poem "Spring Night Rain".

In an instant, the rice paper with the poem "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" burst out with a two-foot-two-inch treasure light, and the power of the stars in the entire Temple of Literature trembled.

From one foot two inches to two feet two inches, this kind of large increase simply frightened the candidates around Ji Han.

But this is not over, the next moment, the two feet two inches of the first treasure light instantly rose, the first treasure light finally exerted its power at this time, and forcibly raised the original two feet two inches of treasure light to three feet one inch.

Three inches out of the county, one foot to the house, three feet to Mingzhou.

"Bell ......"

The bell of the Yuxian Confucian Temple rang.

The sound has not stopped for dozens of miles, and the sound has not stopped for hundreds of miles.

The candidates of the entire Yuxian Confucian Temple were all silent at this time, and they all silently listened to how far the bell could be heard.

The people of the entire Yuxian County did not move, and they all looked in the direction of the Confucian Temple with a face of worship.

The personnel of the entire Jinguan Mansion were stunned, all waiting for the distance from the final bell.

"Bell ......"

The bell is still ringing, and the sound of this bell has been heard for thousands of miles.

Narushu !!

The poems of Narushu, the poems of Narushu that can turn fiction into reality.

The dark clouds that originally covered the Jinguan Mansion suddenly expanded at this moment, covering the entire Qingzhou.

The bell dissipated, and a drizzle began to fall throughout Qingzhou.

Chen Yude's eyes were red with excitement at this time, and Hong Zhengzhong was tears of surprise.

Jinguan Mansion, which has been dry for a long time, is finally going to have a heavy rain at this time, and it is a heavy rain covering Qingzhou.

In Qingzhou, hundreds of people began to cheer.