With the water, Xiao Yuan finished eating the white-flour steamed buns, drank the bowl of very thin rice porridge, stood up and moved around the small room for a while, and then continued to answer the question.

This is followed by the last nine chapters of the paper, with a total of eighteen questions, which require the silent writing of the names and chapters of the saints required by the question.

The works of Confucius and the six sub-sages must be examined, which are the first seven questions, which are not obscure at all, and most of the candidates can pass it, so Xiao Yuan is naturally at his fingertips.

The remaining eleven questions came from other half-saints, and the three half-saint examiners each accounted for one question, which Fang Yun had memorized and had been stored in the heart of Wenqu.

After answering all the questions, Xiao Yuan put down the brush and rubbed his slightly sore wrist.

"Knock! knock!"

Two gongs and drums sounded just now, and Xiao Yuan immediately knew that it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

The official time of the Sifang Continent is still the twelve-hour system, but a hundred years ago, in order to make the time more accurate, the craftsmen of the Mo family divided the day into two twelve-hour hours, and since the new time unit is only half of an hour, it is called the hour, and the hour is the big hour. After all, numbers are more convenient than words, and like cursive writing, they are very popular in the army where every second counts, and then gradually spread among the people.

In another hour, the papers will be collected, and then the test papers of the poems will be distributed.

Xiao Yuan carefully checked for an hour, without a single stain or typo, and answered all the test questions correctly.

Finally, Xiao Yuan wrote his test plate number and name and temporary address in the designated place.

In a short time, the gong struck three times, and the carriage came again, and at once there was a low noise and grumbling nearby, and it was evident that most of the people could not finish answering and felt that there was not enough time.

Suddenly, a scream came, "You, why are you tearing up my exam papers?"

For a while, the noise and whining were drowned out, and the examination room was quiet, and no one answered his questions.

"Even if you are the chief examiner, I, Chen Yu, will go to the Holy Academy to sue you!

"You don't know why I tore it off?"

"I, how do I know, inexplicably wonderful. The originally strong voice gradually weakened.

"You, cheating, disqualified from the exam, banned from the exam for three years!" the examiner was solemn.

"My lord, my lord, you can spare me. And he saw the voice begging bitterly.

"Come, take away. ”

"Don't, don't!"

The people in the examination room only heard the two voices that were fading away.

Xiao Yuan secretly said in his heart: Self-inflicted, you can't live. - It turned out that the voice Liu Han heard at that time was this voice discussing cheating.

The exam room was quiet again.

The person who issued the scroll gave the poem scroll to Xiao Yuan, and then took away the thirty test papers of "Please Sacred Words".

Xiao Yuan looked at the title of the poem carefully and put his mind at ease, he did not ask for the necessary plainness, but only asked for rhyme and deduction, five words, seven words, quatrains, rhythmic poems, words, prose or fu.

In addition to the pun and fu, the poem requires one of the four rhymes of the Oshiyang Division, the Xiaobu Division, the Eastern Division, and the Yuan Division.

Themes are also common, choose one of the two themes: homesickness and sideplugging.

Xiao Yuan thought for a moment and decided to write a poem, because seeing the heroic posture of his father Xiao Yuanshan's sword and the experience of Wu Guo being besieged by the dragon clan twice, it must be the mood of a strong man returning for ten years in his heart.

Xiao Yuan pondered for a long time and sighed lightly,

Pick and choose, first choose a poem by St. Du Fu's "Five Songs after the Stopper", a five-character rhythm poem, is a very famous side poem, the rhyme foot is in line with the yang part of the four rhymes.

Xiao Yuan did not write directly on the paper, but took a pen and wrote it on a blank piece of paper as a draft, and then saw that it was suitable after writing, after all, there were too many taboos in the exam.

"Five Songs from the Later Stopper" originally told the story of a soldier who pursued the title of the prince who was recruited to the border pass and wanted to kill the enemy in blood.

"A man is born in the world, and he is strong as a marquis.

There is merit in the war, but how can you keep the old hills?......"

When he wrote this, Xiao Yuan suddenly stopped writing.

At this moment, outside a pavilion near the examination room, the state jun and the state academy suddenly stood up and looked in the direction where Xiao Yuan was.

The two looked at each other for a moment, looked at each other and smiled, and both saw a deep joy in each other's eyes.

The Chinese Academy of Literature on the side stood up a little later, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, congratulations, the talent is vibrant, at least the poetry of the Dafu, and even the poetry of Mingzhou, the two of them have meritorious education, this year's evaluation must be on the top!"

Zhou Jun Chen smiled and said: "Where is it, Wan Xuezheng is wrong, and he is currently undecided, and he can't easily draw conclusions." ”

Wan Xuezheng said again: "It should be your nephew Chen Cheng." ”

Chen Xiao hesitated for a moment and said, "No, I remember very clearly, Chen Cheng is not in that direction. ”

Chen Zhoujun is a university scholar with strong talent, and he has long been able to remember it.

As soon as Chen Zhoujun finished speaking, the three of them looked in the direction of Xiao Yuan's examination room again in surprise.

"It's a pity that the talent has subsided. After Chen Xiao finished speaking, he sat down in disappointment.

The state court sighed: "It's a pity. ”

Wan Xuezheng hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the two of you may be able to continue that candidate, not to mention that Chen Cheng has not yet written." ”

Suddenly, the three of them turned their heads together to look in the other direction, showing a look of anticipation.

After a while, Chen Cheng smiled and said: "Okay! The talent is stable, the poem is heavy, it is already Dafu, and it is Chen Cheng who is sitting in that position!"

The state court gentleman smiled and said, "It is worthy of being a Jiangnan prodigy - Chen Cheng." ”

"Congratulations, congratulations!" the Academy of Sciences congratulated again, and then looked regretfully in the direction where Fang Yun was.

In the examination room, Xiao Yuan put down the brush and frowned.

"This poem is not good! "Five Songs from the Later Stopper" is a technique that reproduces the historical life of a specific era. The protagonist of the poem is a typical image of a conscripted soldier under the conscription system.

He not only has the greed for merit and love of war that conscripts usually have, but also has the concept of the country and the nation. He went to the border for meritorious service, and fled to avoid the "notoriety" of rebellion. The poems begin in a celebratory atmosphere and end desolately, a tragedy of personal fate.

And now is a critical period of war between the two tribes, and such tragic poems cannot be written!"

Xiao Yuan thought about it, and suddenly crumpled the piece of paper into a ball and put it on the table.

Xiao Yuan put the test paper in front of him, picked up the pen and thought silently, and after a while, he remembered the breath of spring after the rain today, and remembered that the chubby Liu Han held an umbrella and sent himself to the Academy of Literature in the light rain, and a famous poem naturally came to mind.

Xiao Yuan put pen to paper.

In early spring, he took Liu Han to the Holy Courtyard

The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp,

The grass is far away, but there is none.

The most is the spring benefit of the year,

Win the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

One of the famous poems of the famous poet Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty.

Poetry is completed, and talent is like a fountain erupting.

Xiao Yuan immediately felt a warm air flow descend from the sky of the Holy Courtyard and go straight into the depths of his eyebrows.

Xiao Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, he didn't expect that he would be empowered in the exam and become a child!

All the warm air currents condensed at the "Wen Palace" in the center of the eyebrows, and then exploded, pouring into every part of Xiao Yuan's body, and Xiao Yuan's Wenqu heart also continued to glow, absorbing the talent of this Heavenly Descending Holy Dao.

Xiao Yuan felt that his eyes were itchy, and he blinked involuntarily, and his eyes that were originally myopic were not only healed, but his eyesight was also several times better than that of normal people.

Every time you improve your rank, all aspects of your body will be enhanced, and your life expectancy will also increase, with a great Confucian lifespan of one hundred and two years, and a half-saint lifespan of two hundred years. When the body is well maintained, even if it is just a child, the physical quality is stronger than that of an elite soldier! And the privilege of a child is that his eyes are like glass - not only does his eyesight improve, but when his talent is strong and his rank is improved, he can even shoot a talent light sword from his eyes!"

At the same time as the poem was completed, Chen Zhoujun and the three of them, who were not far from the examination room, suddenly bounced up from their chairs and looked in disbelief in the direction where Fang Yun was.

"This ......" Wan Xuezheng was speechless.

The state court muttered to himself: "The talent is Mingzhou, almost Zhenguo, as long as it is spread a little, it will be the poetry of Zhenguo!"

Then, the faces of the three men changed dramatically, and they screamed at the same time.

"Holy pre-child!"

After being admitted to the Tongsheng, you will enter the temple to worship, and then you will receive the empowerment of talent and be officially promoted to the Tongsheng.

Ordinary Tongsheng is just a "disciple of the saints", but the saint is a "disciple of heaven", which is of extraordinary significance, because Confucius and King Wen of Zhou are both "disciples of heaven".

"The population of the Sifang Continent is billions, and there may not be a single saint in three thousand years! Holy bless my human race! God bless my human race!"

Chen Zhoujun took a deep breath and said, "That location is where the poem was interrupted just now. ”