After Sijun stepped out of the stands, he walked very slowly, his eyes were fixed on the scroll in his hand, and he did not look down at the road at all. As he took a step, his eyes quickly rolled up and down, almost ten lines at a glance, and after a few breaths, he turned another page, and at the same time, his dangling foot just stepped to the ground.

"What's the situation, the spectrum is big enough?"

"Roar, hurry up!"

Many onlookers saw that Sijun was walking very slowly, and while walking, he couldn't help but talk about it, and some people secretly coaxed.

"See, the book in his hand seems to be a new volume of academic politics. The sharp-eyed visitor seemed to recognize the book in Sijun's hand.

"Didn't he carry it before, and this would be a temporary cram?"

"Nonsense, he must not be familiar with the recitation, and he wants to review it a few more times. ”

"How can this be the case, then this pair of people from White Rock Academy is unfair?"

"You know what? The rule of the academy competition is that after he gets on the pulpit, he is not allowed to read any more books, and he hasn't gone up yet. ”

"The participants of the White Rock Academy should also come down quickly and study again. ”

"The person who participated in the evaluation of Baishi Academy is named Cao Guanlong, and his nickname is at a glance, no matter what it is, he can remember it at a glance, and he still needs to review it again?"

The crowd of spectators was discussing.

On the pulpit, the old scholar looked at Sijun's steps, frowned suspiciously, and after hearing the discussion of everyone under the pulpit, he shouted loudly, "Mr. Qingyi Academy, please come up quickly." ”

Sijun raised his head, nodded with a hearty smile, and then increased the speed of his steps, but never took his eyes off the scroll.

"Mr. Whitestone Academy, do you need to study for a while?" the old pedant looked sideways

"No need to review" Cao Guanlong, who was a little bald on both sides of his forehead, looked arrogant, but he still couldn't help muttering in his heart, "As far as I know, there are no new volumes in Qingyi Academy, so what's the use of him temporarily cramming Buddha's feet now? I don't believe it, he can memorize tens of thousands of words with the kung fu of tea! Even if he reads, he can't read so fast." ”

"I have memorized the new volume of academic politics word for word, and I can still be afraid that this hairy boy will not succeed. ”

In the pavilion on the east side of the pulpit, there was a man about forty years old, with a gloomy face and a dignified appearance, who was the steward of the White Rock Academy, Hongyi Supervisor. He frowned slightly and thought, "It took me a lot of money to agree to recite the new volume of Xuezheng, and in the end, don't make any mistakes." ”

"Hmm, seeing Sijun like this, it really seems like he is concentrating on reciting, could it be that he can really memorize some parts?" Hanhai Supervisor Cheng of Qingyi Academy muttered in his heart, "I just want him to be able to write down a few pages fluently, don't let the people of Xiangjun look down on us." ”

Although the Hongyi supervisor of Baishi Academy felt that the young gentleman who walked out could not memorize much in such a short time, it was definitely impossible to compare to the 'glance' of memorizing the whole text. But after thinking about it, he finally felt that it was better to be safe, so he opened his mouth and shouted to the old scholar on the pulpit, "The content of the recitation has been announced as a new volume of academic politics, if I am not mistaken, at this moment, the participating gentleman of Qingyi Academy is holding the new volume of academic politics!"

"Is it unfair to do this?" said Hong Yijian in an aggravated tone.

The old scholar on the pulpit nodded slightly when he heard this, and slowly locked his brows, "Mr. Qingyi Academy, what you are holding in your hand is a new volume of academic politics?"

Mr. Hui asked, what the student had in his hand was the new volume of academic politics, and the student wanted to review it a little. Sijun replied respectfully with a smile on his face.

The old scholar on the pulpit was happy to see Sijun so polite, so he explained, "Today, the original person selected by the Qingyi Academy has a problem, which has never happened before, in order to continue the evaluation, we have just decided to let the Qingyi Academy select another person." ”

"It was only natural that the temporary selection should be a little refreshed. If the White Rock Academy feels that it is unfair, you can ask the participating gentlemen to do some revision. However, I have already asked, and the participating gentlemen of Baishi College are full of confidence and have no intention of reviewing. ”

"Hehe, in this way, Hongxun is dizzy!" Hanhai Supervisor was secretly happy.

"yes, there's some truth to that. ”

"That is, there are 10,000 words in a book, and it depends on how much you can memorize this meeting, and in the end, it doesn't depend on the usual accumulation. ”

"The points of Qingyi Academy are really enough to memorize, and the gentleman who participated in the evaluation just now was actually dizzy, what a joke. ”

"Let's just watch the excitement, don't make noise. ”

A group of spectators, you say a word, I will say a word.

"Hurry up and get on the stage, don't make the county guard wait for you to wait a long time!" continued the old pedant.

Sijun then smiled respectfully and nodded.

At this moment, he had reached the position of the steps of the pulpit, and in the distance of seven or eight zhang from the pavilion to the pulpit, he turned over more than a dozen pages.

There were ten steps to the top of the pulpit, and the scroll in his hand seemed to have exactly ten pages left.

Si Jun took a deep breath and walked up the stairs with his feet up, while his gaze quickly swept over the contents of the scroll, and then flipped over, reading much faster than before.

By the time he stepped onto the pulpit, beads of sweat had already soaked from his forehead, and the scroll in his hand had just closed!

"The two participating gentlemen of Qingyi College and Baishi College are in place, and the last item of the academy competition has officially begun!" shouted the old scholar on the pulpit.

"Good!

Nearly 10,000 visitors responded loudly.

After the old scholar finished speaking, eight middle-aged and elderly people dressed as scholars walked up to the pulpit, and they were divided into two groups, one in the west and the other in the east. These eight scholars are the supervisors and their duty is to monitor the correctness of the recitations of the two participating scholars.

"The new volume of academic politics is divided into four chapters, with a regular sentence structure, and each chapter will have a participating gentleman to recite the first sentence first, and then one person will continue it. Whoever comes first is determined by a gift or a lottery, and if one of the parties makes a mistake in chanting or cannot continue to memorize, it will lose. ”

The old scholar carefully introduced the rules, and then looked at the participating gentlemen of the two academies, "In the first chapter of the new volume of academic politics, are the two of you a gift or a lottery?"

The so-called gift sign is proposed by one party and accepted by the other party, and mutual humility and courtesy are not hurt.

The lottery is determined by heaven, and the form of random drawing is used to determine who comes first and who comes last.

As soon as the old pedant's voice fell, Sijun bowed his hand to Cao Guanlong, the participating gentleman opposite, and said, "I have just arrived in my late life, how about living after Mr. Yu?

"Wow~"

Cao Guanlong closed the folding fan, the corners of one side of his mouth rose, and he sneered, "Then I will carry you to this offspring!", and at the same time secretly said in his heart, "Try your catties first." ”

As the saying goes, the beginning of everything is difficult, and it will be easier to start with the sentence of the person who recites first, and the next sentence will be relatively easy. Therefore, when chanting competition, most of the participants are willing to be in the back.

"Okay, please ask the participating gentlemen of Baishi Academy to recite the first sentence of the new volume of academic administration......"

"The so-called peaceful world is governing the country, the old and the people are filial piety, the people are long and the people are prosperous, and the people are lonely, and the people are not doubled, which is the way of a gentleman. When Cao Guanlong chanted, his tone was sonorous, and the folding fan in his hand swung with it, showing the appearance of a lupine scarf.

A group of spectators under the pulpit, hearing and watching, felt very admired in their hearts.

The old scholar then stretched out his hand to Sijun and motioned for him to continue.

"What is evil is in the top, don't make it down, what is evil in the bottom, not in the matter, what is evil in the front, not in order, what is evil in the back, not in the past" Sijun smiled and calmly took the next sentence.

When the two of them were reciting, the supervisors around them recorded it from time to time.

Cao Guanlong glanced at Sijun, his face was disdainful, and as soon as he opened the folding fan, he recited another sentence like a cloud.

Sijun calmly faced it.

The two of you say a word, I say a word, there is no jam, at this time, the scroll is like turning into a martial arts move, and the two are fighting each other with the scroll, and everyone in the audience is fascinated.

"Good, good!"

In the huge square, bursts of cheers can be heard from time to time!

The first chapter of the new volume of Xuezheng has memorized most of it, and Sijun has answered every sentence fluently, and it seems that there is no pressure.

Cao Guanlong became more and more frightened, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that he really memorized the whole text in such a short period of time? Impossible! He must be pretending!"

The people of Baishi Academy frowned more and more when they listened......

The people of Qingyi Academy are more and more surprised......

On the high platform directly north of the pulpit, on the second Taishi chair on the left, sat a short, fat, middle-aged man dressed as a businessman. He stared at Sijun with an extremely focused expression, thoughtful......

In less than a stick of incense, the two participating gentlemen memorized the first chapter of the new volume in one go.

The old scholar looked at Sijun with praise on his face, and then said with a smile, "In the second chapter of the new volume of academic politics, are the two of you a gift or a lottery?"