The inside of the tower is very quiet, there is almost nothing in it, there is no house sī furnishings A Shi family originally advocated simplicity, plus after several times of purging before, the things that originally belonged to the monks in the tower were almost cleared out, and finally only such an empty tower was left here.

In recent years, it has been rumored that the Buddha will rebuild the Packhorse Temple on the side of the Packhorse Pagoda on the original site, and at that time, the Packhorse Pagoda will return to its former glory.

This rumor is very true, since last year, the Holy Emperor Zhengming opened the Dharma, the major state capitals have figured out the changes in the holy will, have built a large number of buildings, drove the people, and supported the monks of the Shijia family to build temples in the city government, so the momentum is like a prairie fire.

In fact, there were many voices in the court that opposed the propagation of the Dharma, but they were all suppressed. The typical representative should be Nie Zhiyuan, because of his opposition to the propagation of the Dharma, he wrote to the emperor, but he was greeted by a direct transfer from Zhizhou to Jiupin Zhixian County, and now even Zhixian can't do it, plummeting, and directly reduced to a prisoner under the stairs......

The attitude of the saint was unprecedentedly resolute, the frequency of the activities of the black-shirted guards was unprecedentedly intensive, everywhere was arresting, beating, and killing, and the tense atmosphere of the black clouds crushing the city began to cover the entire Heavenly Dynasty, and the mountain rain was coming, and it was about to erupt.

Because of the inconvenient transportation and information congestion, Chen Jianchen did not know much about the changes in the situation, but he had seen it in the tube.

Troubled times are really coming......

In such a circle, Zhezhou is still holding the world's first talent competition with great fanfare, but I don't know if it is the calm before the storm, or whitewashing the peace.

"Everyone, please stay here and tell me about the rules of today's poetry competition. ”

After entering the tower, the tower door was closed, everyone stayed on the first floor, listening to the judges' discussion of the rules of the three judges today, they are not young, they are all over the age of huājia, they are all old-timers in the literary world, they are highly respected, and all of them are the poetry of the moment.

For the three elders, Chen Jianchen only learned their identities last night, all of them have been famous for decades, and they are very famous in Zhejiang and even in the entire dynasty. It is said that they did not become officials all their lives, but chose to be idle scholars and doctors, and they were fond of mountains and rivers. Such an act can increase their reputation in the literary world.

The master who spoke at this moment was surnamed Su, the word Spring and Autumn, and he was good at writing five uniques, but the great poet who published three poetry collections was also called "Su Five Uniques".

"Today's poetry competition is mainly divided into three levels, the first level, just on the first floor, the passer can climb up, the second level will be located on the ninth floor: only those who can pass the second level can climb to the top of this tower and meet the challenge of the third level. ”

"Still. To add, as long as they can complete the second level, they will qualify for tomorrow, the last day. Okay, that's almost the end of what should be said, and now the old man will come up with the question and preside over the first level of today's poem.

After speaking, he stood at the entrance of the tower ladder, his eyes swept down majestically, and everyone was suddenly silent, quietly hanging their hands and standing solemnly.

Su Lao stroked his beard with great satisfaction, and said leisurely: "The old man is good at the five unique poetry styles in his life, so take this as the genre, well, you first take out the four treasures of the study and get ready." ”

The sound of the flurry began, and the thirty student representatives immediately took out the four treasures of the study room from the book basket.

Because there are no tables and chairs in the tower, the paper is directly spread on the ground, and the floor in the tower is paved with neat bricks, so it is very smooth.

Taking the ground as the bookcase, grinding the ink, and holding the pen in the hand are the first experiences of such a competitive environment, and there is some freshness in addition to the tension.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Su Lao continued: "Now that the spring is shining and all huā are blooming, it should be "huā." For the title, you should immediately assign a poem, within ten steps, but everyone should pay attention to the fact that in addition to the title, no kind of huā name should appear in the poem, or even the huā character itself, otherwise it will be a violation and no achievement at all. ”

Ten steps to a poem, five uniques, with huā as the title, but not a single "huā" character must not appear in the poem. This requirement is high but not too high, but it is not so low. The time limit of ten steps alone was enough to stop a group of people under the tower.

"Start now, one ......"

Su Lao was the judge, and of course he was the one who did the timekeeping, but he immediately began to take steps, walking from one side of the tower to the other.

When the word "one" came out, all the student representatives immediately frowned and pondered, ready to write.

"Hey, that's just a little bit. ”

After listening to Su Lao's question, Zheng Shuliang smiled, only pondered for a moment, and soon wrote with a wave, and in a blink of an eye, he wrote a poem on the paper.

"Six ......"

At this time, Su Lao only took six steps.

Zheng Dacai put down the pen and ink very freely, and blew on the paper. I only hate that this time the rules do not allow the paper to be handed in in advance, otherwise I will definitely win the top spot and ride the dust.

He looked a little smugly... In fact, the main thing is to look at Chen Jianchen over there. At a glance, I can't help but ask. I saw Chen Jianchen sitting there motionless, like an old monk in a trance, and the pen and ink in his hand were put down at some point. Looking at his appearance, it seems that he has entered this state very early.

Could it be that he wrote poetry faster than he did?

How is this possible?

Zheng Shuliang was shocked in his heart, and he couldn't believe that the other party would be faster than him. Could it be that this Chen Jianchen already knew the exam questions, so he had already prepared......

No, there is no justification for this.

A leak of lù exam questions is a felony of killing the head in the dynasty. Once someone denounces him and finds out, he will not only be ruined, but also lose his head. Therefore, whether it is a formal imperial examination or a non-governmental competition, the questioners will be careful to ensure that the examination questions will not be known by others.

"Ten! When the time comes, stop writing、。

Su Lao stopped and stood still. Sweeping down, the pens in the hands of the students all put down, and a few of them had not yet completed the poems, and they were very unwilling to put the pen down, but they did not dare to disobey the judges' intentions.

"Rewind!"

At the sound of an order, the two teaching assistants who were standing next to him to assist in the assessment immediately walked down and put away all the papers.

Thirty sheets of paper, stacked on top of each other, are not much thick. Su Lao took it in his hand, immediately reviewed it, and when he saw that he hadn't finished writing, he immediately threw it aside.

The paper fell to the ground, and needless to say, the owner of the pen and ink also fell to the ground.

Su Lao was quite engaged when he was reviewing, frowning for a while, laughing for a while, and appreciating for a while.

It didn't take half a cup of tea time, all the poems were reviewed, and there were only ten people who entered the customs, and they wrote comments one by one in the blank space on the side of the corresponding poems. Then he instructed the teaching assistant to paste ten poems on the wall of the tower for all to see.

As soon as it was pasted, everyone immediately crowded over to see if they had passed the test, looking urgent, as if they were watching the imperial examination. However, Zheng Shuliang, the three great talents of Sui Han, and Chen Jianchen all stood still. When each other's eyes met, there was immediately a strange emotional impact together, like an invisible sword and sword, intricately clashing.

Looking at the five people who were calm and composed, Boss Su over there was appreciative, waved his hand, and motioned to the assistant teacher to read out the list of ten people who had passed.

The teaching assistant didn't dare to slack off, so he read out the list with it. In fact, even if you don't read it, there is nothing, because the signatures in the blank space of the ten poems posted have clearly told everyone who is the passer.

There is no doubt that Zheng Shuliang is leading the brand, and all the three talents of Sui Han are shortlisted, and there are several others, as well as Chen Jianchen.

Hearing Chen Jianchen's name, Zheng Shuliang couldn't help twitching in his heart, and remembered that the other party was even faster than himself, a fact that made him have to re-examine Chen Jianchen.

After a while, Su Lao announced that all the student representatives who were out of the game were going to leave and were not allowed to stay in the tower, and in the end there were only ten people left, and the space was empty all of a sudden.

At this time, Zheng Shuliang and the others couldn't bear it anymore, and walked over to look at the poems of other people who had posted them, and wanted to recite them for comparison.

Since ancient times, there is no first, and everyone has a relatively high heart.

"The breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the clear lù blows the Zhu Fang: the middle pool is so green, and I am red. ”

This is Chen Jianchen's five uniques: "Yong Hibiscus".

From the point of view of concept, this poem is not the best, but it is undoubtedly a fresh and pleasant good well work, in line with the rules of yun, and there is no problem in passing the first hurdle.

That's enough.

After reading this poem, the three talented people of Sui Han glanced at each other, and their faces became a little dignified. After looking at each other, they all looked at Zheng Shuliang's face, but saw that Zheng Shuliang behaved surprisingly naturally and didn't seem to mind at all.

"Okay, you can go up, the old man is old and frail, just wait below. ”

Today's three judges, controlled by each other, have already been arranged, and there is no need to review them together.

Outside the tower, the leaders of the academies, as well as the scholars and subordinates of the students, were waiting for the results to come out. When the third housekeeper saw Ying Ning sitting on the side, he immediately leaned over and said, "Little brother, how did you think about it?"

Ying Ning replied angrily: "What are you considering?"

"Leave your son-in-law and come to the Zheng Guo Mansion. You follow your shabby son, there is no future. I can guarantee that after a while, your son will be the first to come out of the tower. ”

Ying Ning smiled and asked, "What guarantee can you take?"

"You ......"

Zhang San was a little stunned by the question, and he didn't dare to say such cruel words as "taking the head as a guarantee". At this moment, the tower door opened, and the twenty eliminated student representatives walked out dejectedly. The third housekeeper immediately opened his eyes to see that a Chen Jianchen was coming, but to his disappointment, no matter how he looked, he didn't see Chen Jianchen.

Hee-hee!

Ying Ning's laughter was crisp and clean like a wind chime, but Zhang San heard it in his ears and became irritable for no reason. (To be continued!)