said that Chen Cheng stopped Xiao Gongzi, but said something ridiculous - he missed the imperial examination because he overslept.

"Well, that's right, it's human nature to sleep, it's not Gongzi's fault," Xiao Yuan grinned at the corners of his mouth, and clenched his fists: "Gongzi Chen, let's go to the signing station in front of the Holy Courtyard to report, so let's retake the exam as soon as possible and prepare more." ”

"Okay, Brother Xiao is a man of temperament at first sight, and I will not refrain from it at first sight," After speaking, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Yuan and walked forward together. As he walked, he said proudly: "Listening to Brother Xiao's accent, it doesn't look like a Jiangnan person." I am a native of Jiangnan, and when it comes to eating, drinking and having fun in the territory of Jiangnan, I dare to call it second, and no one dares to call it first. Why don't we go and enjoy the beautiful scenery after we finish the Wenli nicking, how about cooking wine with green plums and treating the wine as a song?"

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, Xiao Mou thanked Chen Gongzi here. Xiao Yuan said. Xiao Yuan originally wanted to investigate the customs and customs of Jiangnan before officially retaking the exam, so as to avoid some unnecessary embarrassment. Hearing that Chen Cheng intended to invite, he readily agreed.

A group of three people lined up and walked slowly.

I saw that the Confucian student on the signing platform waved slightly, and said: "Please come to the next one to the stage to make a mark." ”

After that, an old man in black walked up, he slowly took out a black but slightly old pen wash from the bag behind him, just as he was about to engrave the next force, suddenly two pairs of fine eyes mixed, and a muffled snort came from his throat. The old black figure slowly fell down along with the inky brush.

Just as the figure slowly fell, a white light shone from the holy courtyard, and in an instant, it had already reached the signing platform, catching the inky figure.

If you look closely, the white light of Huawei's figure competition is the old man in white who awarded the three lists half an hour ago.

I saw that the white light appeared on the fingers of the old man's right hand slightly, and gently pointed towards the ink-colored figure, the white light slowly moved from his back, swimming all over his body, the white light stagnated on his chest, but the white light still did not beat at all.

"Hey, there's no way to return to the sky," the old man in white sighed deeply, "three minutes of silence, and the nicking continues." With that, he turned into a white light and took the black figure with him.

Time is like this, just like flowing flowers, maybe a lifetime, and there are no deep traces. However, as long as there is a pursuit and persistence in this vast time, you can hear the truth and die at night.

At the moment when the black sound and shadow fell, the originally noisy and fiery greetings calmed down in an instant as agreed.

For three minutes, all the old men who participated in the silent mourning lowered the arrogant head of the literati slightly, turned their right hands into fists and placed them on their left chests and chests, with serious and sad expressions.

Xiao Yuan secretly thought: These three minutes are the three minutes of everyone who participated in the retest, the three minutes of everyone present, and the three minutes of the old man who fell on the signing table, he may not be born great enough, but he died sadly enough - to die for the Wenru he pursued for the rest of his life.

Three minutes passed quickly, but the signing stage was still like a calm stream, only the examiner on the stage shouted over and over again, "Next." ”

Soon, it was time for the sleeping boy - Chen Cheng stepped forward, only to see Chen Cheng take a heavy step, the soles of his feet flashed, and floated up.

"Come on," Chen Cheng didn't have any ink in his hand, but with his words, the ink mark hanging on his waist shone brightly, and a wooden brush appeared in his hand in a moment.

I saw Chen Cheng fixed his eyes, holding an ink pen, lightly dipped in ink, his arm moved slightly, his green clothes fluttered, and the pen walked like a dragon and snake. The two shining golden words of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance appeared on the signing table, Chen Cheng lightly took the pen wash, pressed his handprint on it, and then stepped off the stage.

"Next. ”

Xiao Yuan picked up the white robe and walked up in two steps. Not as fancy as Chen Cheng, Xiao Yuan took out a silver ink pen from the book bag behind him, only to see that the pen was five inches long, the pen was like a sword, the handle had a silver tassel like dragon scales, and the pen body was bent like a dragon, but it gave people a unique beauty.

"Silver dragon pen?"

"Wu Guolu Hou - the treasure of the town?"

"He's from the Kingdom of Wu?"

Xiao Yuan didn't break this tranquility for the old people, and still treated this Wenli mark respectfully and seriously - he stood on the signing platform, bowed deeply in the direction of the Holy Courtyard, and for a long time, lightly stained with the golden ink, his right hand rose slightly, and his left body moved with it, and the white robe danced in the air. Xiao Yuan pressed his wrist and raised it lightly, writing the distant words in the distance.

After finishing writing, he didn't have a golden light like the old man in front of him or Chen Cheng. Just as Xiao Yuan finished pressing his fingerprints and was about to go downstairs, he heard a sighing and mocking voice from the signing stage.

"Just that stupid boy, still holding a waiting pen, it's really a waste of such a good pen. ”

"Haha, I don't even have a talent affinity, so what about taking the reexam?"

"That's it, even if he gets lucky enough to pass the retest, when the talent is transmitted, I'll see what he does. ”

A group of old men talked about it, but Xiao Yuan didn't change his color - just because he had been ridiculed by countless people for ten years. Xiao Yuan, who was about to step off the signing platform, paused for a while, suddenly paused, and said with his fists clenched: "There is no class, Kong Sheng said, even if I don't have the talent affinity, I can still pass this retest." ”

"Well said!" Although Chen Cheng was also surprised that Xiao Yuan did not take the affinity, Xiao Yuan's words were really reasonable.

"That's a good point!" I saw that the examiner on the talent signing stage was holding his beard and smiling, his white robe fluttered slightly, and said: "Since Kong Sheng broke the limit of the department-level assessment, there has been no class. I ask you: Can't a literati who don't have an affinity be scientifically assessed?"

There was silence in the audience, as if they were thinking with their eyebrows down.

"That's wrong, do you know whether Ye Zhiyi, the head of the literati of the Ten Kingdoms today, has talent and affinity?

I can tell you very clearly, he didn't.

Ten years of pen washing, ink dyeing the heart, four books and five classics, all in mastery. He wins in persistence, not talent.

It is true that the family clan does have advantages and conditions in many places that the disciples of the poor sect do not have.

However, what we poor disciples have is spirit, and only the spirit is the different magic weapon that supports our literary position.

Just like the old man who just fell, as long as our spirit remains, we will never fail and perish.

He fell to one of them, and there are thousands of you in the audience, you continue his spirit and pride.

Even if nothing is gained, even if ten years are the same. But as long as you have struggled, worked hard, and struggled, you will not regret it!

Because this is the stubbornness and pride in our hearts as the descendants of Yan and Huang!"