Chu State, Xiangjun, on the forum of the academy's big competition.

Mr. Cao Guanlong, the participating gentleman of Baishi Academy, was secretly frightened, holding the folding fan tightly in his right hand, but he had forgotten to wave it, "Qingyi Academy does not have a book on the new volume of academic politics at all, this has been verified a long time ago, looking at the fainting appearance of Hongxun before, there should be no mistake." ”

"Then this man will be able to finish the first chapter with me, only by reciting the scroll in his hand before he goes up to the pulpit. From the time he got the scroll to the time he stepped onto the pulpit, it took less than a stick of incense, and this time was enough to finish a book!"

Cao Guanlong couldn't help swallowing his saliva, looked up at Sijun opposite, and saw that although he was slightly thin and shabby, his demeanor was calm and extraordinary, and he felt that he was not simple.

"Although I claim to be a glance, but after a look, I need to forcibly memorize it several times before I can memorize it, and the time of a stick of incense can at most memorize a chapter. But he has just finished the whole book, can he really remember it!"

"Have you two figured it out?"

The old scholar in the middle of the pulpit saw that the participating gentlemen of the two colleges did not reply, so he asked again.

"I have proposed the selection of the first chapter, and the order of the second chapter should belong to Mr. Cao. ”

When Cao Guanlong heard this, he secretly said in his heart, "If he just reads it once, even if he memorizes it, his memory should not be too deep, and if he delays it for some time, he may forget it." Since it's up to me to decide, then I'll give you a slow decision!"

So, he slowly waved the folding fan, and after groaning for a while, he only made a thought.

"Set a priority, what else can you think about?"

"Respect the old and love the young, or you should come first!"

Under the pulpit, there was a heckling.

Cao Guanlong waved the folding fan, and Chong Sijun said slowly, "I am a few years older than you after all, and I don't want to take advantage of you, since this is the case, then let's draw lots!"

Sijun nodded in response.

"All right, get the stick!" cried the old pedant.

"This Sijun really opened my eyes today! God help me Qingyi Academy. Our academy has produced such talents, who else dares to underestimate them. In the future, when you open the door to recruit students, you will definitely respond to all calls, and this silver is even more ...... Hehe" The Hanhai supervisor of Qingyi Academy couldn't hide his smile.

"Mr. Cao has such a bearing, he has won before he has been decided," said an old gentleman from Baishi Academy, stroking his beard.

Hongyi Jian Cheng couldn't help but shake his head, because he knew in his heart that Cao Guanlong's response was undoubtedly delaying time, and allowing Cao Guanlong, who was empty-eyed, to adopt this strategy, showed that he had really met an opponent.

In fact, he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and he also put down his face.

"Could it be that this person is a genius of Qingyi Academy......" Hongyi Jian Cheng frowned and looked at Sijun nervously

On the high platform due north, a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman, the corners of his mouth under his golden chestnut beard rose slightly, and he looked at Sijun on the pulpit with interest.

After a while, a young man in simple and elegant clothes walked up to the pulpit with a stick holder in both hands.

There are only two sticks in the holder, one with the word "first" and the other with the book "back".

"Since he is a participant in the evaluation of Baishi Academy, he proposes to draw lots, then he will draw lots, if he takes out the first sign, he will recite it first, and if he takes out the second sign, it will be the opposite. ”

Cao Guanlong put away the folding fan, straightened up and pulled out a stick from the stick, only to see that it was the word 'back', so the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the wooden stick was shown to everyone.

After the old scholar saw the words on the wooden sign, he shouted loudly, "The second chapter of the new volume of academic politics is recited by the participating gentlemen of Qingyi Academy~"

Sijun smiled faintly, exhaled lightly, and then closed his eyes slightly, and for a moment, everything around him seemed to be still.

A group of spectators, breathing steadily, waited for Sijun to speak.

"Pretending" Cao Guanlong sneered when he saw Sijun's reaction. In his opinion, if he is really proficient in reciting, he doesn't need to think about it at all, and if he doesn't write it down, no matter how much he thinks about it, he can't remember it.

However, at this moment, the words that Sijun had read before flashed quickly through his mind like glowing flower bones, and they were connected into smooth articles one after another.

After a few breaths, Sijun opened his clear eyes and recited "Heaven and earth are big, and people especially regret it, so the gentleman's language is big, and the world can't carry it, and the world can't break it......"

"Click!"

The folding fan was tightly grasped by Cao Guanlong, and cracks appeared on the fan surface, "Actually, it's really carried down!".

Cao Guanlong couldn't help but tremble his teeth, but he immediately made a gesture of disdain and took the next sentence arrogantly.

After the tea, the two of them successfully recited and answered the entire content of the second chapter, all word for word.

Although many of the spectators did not understand the content of the new volume of Xuezheng, it did not affect their applause. In their opinion, it is even more rare to be able to memorize these extremely awkward sentences.

At this moment, Cao Guanlong's performance was no longer as calm and disdainful as before, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

The order of recitation of the third chapter was proposed by Sijun, who also proposed the drawing of lots. And the result of the lottery is that he recites first.

"It's time to propose a gift sign, so that the arrogant glance will look at it first. This saves time and takes advantage of the benefits. Pumping back and forth, thanks to it!" The supervisor of Qingyi Academy was dissatisfied, but he was very happy in his heart.

The third chapter expounds the history of national political poetry, with thousands of words, and the content is complicated and difficult to remember, but the two participating gentlemen are still like a few treasures, every word is not falling, and the answers are neat.

The crowd under the pulpit couldn't help but be stunned.

Even the well-informed old pedant still praised it in his heart.

The supervisor of Baishi Academy leaned back on the chair a little weakly, but his eyes looked viciously at the Hanhai supervisor who was on the west side of the pulpit and had a big belly.

The last chapter of the new volume of Xuezheng also adopted the method of drawing lots, and it was determined that Cao Guanlong would recite it first.

The last chapter, with a smaller word count. Soon, the two participating gentlemen finished answering each other without any suspense.

At this time, the folding fan in Cao Guanlong's hand was pinched and somewhat deformed.

Although he had already memorized the new volume of Xuezheng by heart, he actually made him a little prostrated after reciting it. On the one hand, it is because of the large content of the new volume, and his mouth is dry after reciting it, but the main reason is because of the consternation in his heart!

A person who looks inconspicuous and young can memorize the new volume of Xuezheng in such a short time and without missing a word. This makes Cao Guanlong, who has always been very conceited, difficult to accept!

"Okay!

When Sijun finished reciting the last sentence, Jian Cheng slapped the arm of the chair and shouted.

However, then his face turned painful again, and he cried out, "Oops, it hurts, it hurts, it ......hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

"Lord Jiancheng, are you distressed again?" asked the teacher on the side with a concerned expression.

"Get out, it hurts your sister!"

"Wonderful, really wonderful! The old man has been the director of this academy competition for nearly 30 years, and it is the first time that he has seen a participating gentleman who can recite an entire book word for word!" The old scholar on the pulpit couldn't help but praise.

"What two geniuses!"

"Alas, we can't be scholars in our lives. ”

The people under the pulpit sighed for a while.

"Since the participating gentlemen of the two colleges are not up or down in the new volume of academic politics, they can only compete for one more round in order to decide the winner. The old scholar paused slightly, then raised his hand sideways and pointed to a middle-aged man on the north side of the pulpit, on the high platform, and on the left, and said in a loud voice, "Our Chai Dashan people from Xiangjun have obtained a new copy of Chuyun's old history a few days ago. Hearing about this college competition, Chai Dashan copied it twice, and deliberately used it as a book for reciting a round of competition. ”

The old scholar slowly introduced, and the good man Chai Dashan on the high platform immediately got up and raised his hand to the people in the audience. I saw that this Chai Dashan was short and fat, and he was dressed as a businessman.

This middle-aged man is a middle-aged man who often stares at Sijun, and seems to be very interested in Sijun.

After a short break, the two participating gentlemen competed in a competition. ”

"The rules of the competition are that two participants recite the same book together. In the time of a stick of incense, which one writes down more content, which one wins......" The old pedant also elaborated on the rules for competing later.

"I'm afraid that the young people of Qingyi Academy are going to suffer, but the participating Mr. of Baishi Academy is known as a glance, and with his ability, he must have written down a lot ........"

"It's good to be able to behave like this at such a young age!"

"Come to think of it, this young gentleman from Qingyi Academy must have been preparing for a long time in order to memorize the new volume of academic politics......

"I heard that Chai Dashan is the richest man in Xiang County, I'm afraid that only he can get the only book of Chu Yun's old history, right?"

"I didn't expect this big competition, we still have the opportunity to see Chu Yun's old history......"