The explosion was like thunder, and the bang was endless.

All the students saw it, because of the 'role model', they could see Su Ang very clearly, and many people laughed a few times and continued to write their own articles.

Gongsun who was staring at Su Ang opened his mouth wide, coughed, waved his sleeves, and stopped paying attention to Su Ang's side.

Su Ang's spirit just now really amazed him, and he was looking forward to what kind of article Su Ang could write. Maybe it's a little worse, or maybe it's a bit of empty talk, but as long as it's written, he will read it carefully, and he will also improve his score a little.

But now, the green bamboo slip in Su Ang's hand actually exploded?

What can I say? I can only say that Su Jiazi has really been delayed for two years......

Sluggishly pinching and carving, Su Ang's eyes widened, looking at the long case in front of him that had been shattered, his eyes moved forward, and he found that many fragments of bamboo slips had shot into the hard bluestone slabs, like arrows stuck in it.

The power was so terrible, if it hadn't exploded forward, he would have turned into a leaking sieve!

"Gollum ......" with fear, Su Anglian swallowed saliva.

In the country of Da Yao, the carrier of writing is divided into bamboo/wooden slips, green bamboo slips, white iron slips/fine brocade silk, red copper slips, silver mirror slips, bright gold slips and exquisite slips, among which bamboo/wooden slips can only write ordinary things, green bamboo slips can carry good articles, and the county examination is used in the green bamboo slips of high quality.

But only one word was written, and the green bamboo was broken?

"Hahahaha, little offspring, you laughed to death!" In the Eyebrow Divine Court, Tang Bohu's laughter was particularly harsh.

In the middle, there is a sullen smile of many people in the Twelve Dynasties......

Picking up the folding fan, Tang Bohu smiled and said: "Do you want to write 'the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king'? Do you want to write an article that makes ghosts and spirits also become the people of Yao Kingdom? But how much do you know about this aspect? Can you write a truth that can be implemented? If you don't have this kind of ability, the result will be—boom!

Look at it, the little county magistrate doesn't pay attention to you anymore, and he thinks now that you don't have self-knowledge. ”

"Why don't I have self-knowledge?" Su Ang wondered.

"Because you don't have any content to write, it's all empty words, as long as there is a little bit of substantive content, Qingzhu Jian will not be so crisp. ”

Constantly shaking the folding fan, Tang Bohu laughed loudly: "The contemptible people ask you, how to reduce the hostility of officials, families, and people towards ghosts and spirits? Then ask you, some ghosts and spirits have great benefits, such as the green silk girl, how do you put an end to the prying eyes of others, and how do you make the green silk girl willing to be a citizen of the Yao country? And thirdly, some ghosts and spirits can quickly cultivate by eating people, and some ghosts and spirits must be killed when they meet wicked people, how do you change the law so that the world can feel fair and just?"

Uh~ Su Ang's mind went blank.

It's not that you can't think about it, but the things in it are too complicated, and it will take at least several years to write I don't know how many words. He somewhat understood: The four words 'the world is the same' are very simple to say, but they are also very concise, and what is contained in them is not at all what he can express through now.

"Empty words, clichés, this is really space for me. ”

Shaking his head, Su Ang put down the carving and said with a wry smile: "Then what now? How can I pass the county exam?"

"Simple, in the two categories of the county exam, as long as one of them is outstanding, you can pass the test. ”

The folding fan was put away all at once, Tang Bohu smiled meaningfully, and everyone in the Twelve Dynasties also let out a somewhat strange laugh. More than 8,000 celebrities laughed together, and Su Ang felt that there was a rumbling in the divine court, and he was dizzy, and he couldn't help but laugh along.

Poetry and songs? Others can't write well, is he poor at these?

It's just that how can you write it? If you want to write the poems of the 12 dynasties, you have to understand the poems thoroughly. And these three percent are not the simple understanding on the surface.

Writing poems with talent, the so-called 'understanding of Sancheng', includes everything that the original author felt when he wrote, the wind, the rain, the mountains, and the perception of the past, present, and future, as well as the indescribable flash of inspiration when making the poem.

If you teach in detail, slowly, and little by little, within three months, Su Ang can write a poem about everyone in the Twelve Dynasties, but obviously there is no such time.

"It's okay, you just wait. ”

Inside the Divine Court, there was suddenly a lot of noise.

Because there were too many celebrities, there was chaos in the divine court, and Su Ang couldn't hear the conversation of everyone in the Twelve Dynasties clearly, so he could only spread out the second volume of green bamboo slips, pick up the carving, and then look around.

Eight hundred students, all of them are working hard to fly, or rather, they are carving their own articles, but Ji Ran tilted his head and looked at it with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Su Ang. Ji Ran spoke softly.

Wow~~~

Suddenly, the wake-up bell rang loudly, as if it had pierced the soul directly. Su Ang felt his head dazed, and he held the long case to stabilize his body. Nearly 100 students around spurted blood, stood up with pale faces, and consciously left the place where the exam was held.

"Ha, so many people who want to cheat this year, use what they wrote before as the county exam answers?" Ji Ran laughed.

Su Ang, who heard the laughter, glanced at Ji Ran's completely normal face, and couldn't help but admire: What a heroic Ji Ran! The county exam can only be played on the spot, and it is not allowed to be confused with previous articles and poems.

But Ji Ran's face remained unchanged, and it was obvious that while staring at himself, what he was thinking about was the article. Although he looked left and right, he did not have a weak heart.

This heroic Ji Ran is open-minded and worthy of his heart!

"Brother Su Ang," Ji Ran comforted: "Don't be discouraged, as long as the poems are well written, you can pass the county exam." I know you've been delayed for two years, but if you calm down, you may not be able to write good poems with a flash of inspiration. ”

Hearing this, Su Ang nodded and smiled very gently at Ji Ran.

This is because he is afraid that he will be in a hurry, and once he is in a hurry, he may not be able to resist the next wake-up bell.

At this time, there was a lot less talk in the Meixin Divine Court, and someone laughed lowly: "Don't fight, the carrying capacity of Qingzhu Jian is still too weak, if you want to write it well, of course, you can choose a weaker love poem, and the contemptible "Acacia" ...... Hehe, this kind of poetry, I don't care if it's wasted. ”

"Gollum. Hearing the word 'acacia', Su Ang swallowed his saliva again.

I took two sips of the cold air, but it was still not enough, so I took another breath, one by one, and slowly pressed it into my lungs.

The person who spoke was Wang Wei!

Wang Wei, the word Maha, but the poet saint Du Fu, the poet immortal Li Bai and called the 'poetry Buddha' of the great writer, known as 'poems in the painting, painting in the poem', his fame, the twenty-first century three-year-old children know.

And the "Acacia" that Wang Wei said is even more not simple......

"Teacher, this "Acacia" is a beautiful picture, but the simple five words have written a beautiful picture, and not only said love, but also said friendship, and even said the love of serving the country, primary school textbooks say that it is 'done in one go, but also needs to be read in one go, extremely bright, but tactful and subtle', it is definitely a chapter of good name, but you don't care if you say it's wasted?"

"Poof...... Hahaha!"

"Ahem, Wang Majie, you are so amazing!"

"According to the 21st century, this is a bull breaking the sky, Wang Maha, I Qu Yuan admire, admire!"

was ridiculed by everyone in the Twelve Dynasties, and in Su Ang's eyebrows, the "Wenhao Lu" hanging high in the sky suddenly spread out, and a man wearing a soap robe and a black crown rushed out.

The man rolled up eight huge scrolls, and among them, there were vast mountains, white snow, and strong pines!

Wang Wei fell to Tang Bohu's side, Tang Bohu laughed at him, he threw the brush on the ground, stepped on it a few more times, and said angrily: "Little beast, is there such a ruin as you who corrupts the teacher! What friendship? What kind of love for the country? What kind of bullshit and miscellaneous rags? Give you a pen, you write!"

"Huh?

was scolded inexplicably, and the second monk Su Angzhang was confused.

"Hmph! The 21st century is making up nonsense, what you write for the teacher, you blow it to death!

The eight picture scrolls swept abruptly, covering the south, east, and west of the Divine Court, and at the same time, Su Ang felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the whole person had changed places.

The wind, the one who hunts and hunts, blows down the grievances of thousands of years, and also blows away the precipitation of thousands of years.

Su Ang opened his eyes and found that it was not the county examination institute, but the bright moon in the sky like day, Su Ang stood in the clouds, unconsciously looked down, and found that under the big tree on the high mountain, in the cold wind, a woman cried and complained, crying miserably, after the tears dried, what flowed out were bright red blood droplets.

"Lang Jun, ten years of conquest ......"

"Lang Jun, I hope you are well......"

"Lang Jun, the side plug is back......"

The woman missed Biansai's lover, that kind of infatuation, that kind of life and death, Su Ang was chilled all over, and the blood droplets turned into red beans, and the red beans took root and sprouted, growing into a big tree, full of bright red and bright fruits.

Red beans are born in the south, how many branches are sent in spring?

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

A sense of enlightenment rose from the bottom of his heart, Su Ang shuddered, and the green bamboo slip of the county examination institute appeared in front of him, and in his hand, it was a special carving of the county examination institute.

"Criminal, why don't you write quickly? Your body can't withstand the spiritual infusion of the teacher, and you can barely understand it thoroughly, and if you can write, it's just that! Don't delay, your body can't bear it!"

Wang Wei's shouts sounded in the divine court, but at this time, Su Ang's eyes were bloody and tearful.

"Don't worry about your parents, I persuaded them to go back, and in the future, I will provide for them in old age. ”

"I don't rush you, I don't urge you, I'll accompany you ......"

"Really, I'll always be with you, you wake up! Look at me! Su Ang, I miss you so much......"

This scene is so similar to the woman waiting for Lang Jun's return!

Thinking of the girlfriend who was still in the ward of the twenty-first century, who was determined to accompany him, Su Ang was stunned, stunned, stupid, and said in a low voice as blood and tears fell: "Master Wang Weien, you didn't let me see your pain, only let me see the southern country of red beans."

Yes, what you wrote is just lovesickness, and it is speculation by our descendants in the 21st century.

But why, my heart hurts!"

The people of Iraq are deeply affectionate, why do you hate? What hatred! What hatred!

Su Ang's eyes were bright, his heart was wounded, his lungs were full of resentment, and his blood flowed like a river of longing! He muttered the words 'sanctification' and 'homecoming', and accidentally bit the tip of his tongue, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Then the pen walked the dragon and snake, and quickly carved the five words of "Acacia"!

Click!