The Hanhai Supervisor in the pavilion on the west side of the pulpit rubbed his palm, leaned out and stared at Sijun, his cheeks full of confidence. In his opinion, since Sijun was able to memorize the entire new volume of Xuezheng in a single stick of incense, it was not a problem to memorize the full text of Chu Yun's old history.

An incense burner has been placed in the center of the pulpit, and a foot-long incense stick is burning quietly, and the smoke is fragrant in all directions.

"Wow, Wow~"

On the podium, the two participating gentlemen on the east and west sides were intently flipping through the books on several cases.

As Sijun reads, he glances at ten lines and quickly scans over the contents of the book, and after a few breaths, he has turned a page.

Cao Guanlong's expression was concentrated, and he quickly read a page of text, but after reading it, he needed to frown slightly and pause for more than a dozen breaths before turning over. The sound of the rapid page turning on the opposite side came from time to time, which made him gradually disheartened.

"Alas~" The supervisor of Baishi Academy saw the reaction of the two when they endorsed the book, and sighed, "Spend a lot of money to hire this 'glance', and also bribe it to determine in advance that the recitation book is a new volume of academic politics." But in the end, it still can't be called the No. 1 Academy! It's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Haha, we've won!" the supervisor of Qingyi Academy smiled from ear to ear.

"Look at what the young Mr. Participant is doing? This is an endorsement, and he is clearly watching and playing!"

"Turning the pages so fast, how much can you memorize even if you turn them all?"

Most of the spectators under the pulpit did not understand Sijun's behavior of reading quickly.

Just when a stick of incense was almost burned out, Si Jun took a long breath and closed the book.

At this moment, Cao Guanlong's face was pale, and the book in his hand was less than one-fifth.

"A stick of incense, it's time!"

With the incense in the censer, the last ashes were burned, and the old pedant in the pulpit shouted.

Cao Guanlong's teeth trembled, and he closed the book heavily.

"The competition is not divided into chapters, only in order, and whoever recites more will win. Will the two participating gentlemen be a gift or a lottery?"

Cao Guanlong snorted coldly, no longer as calm as before, and said loudly, "Let him memorize it first, I don't believe that he can recite the entire book in a stick of incense!"

"I don't believe it either"

"Who believes!"

"When he read the new volume of Xuezheng before he took the stage, he seemed to be at such a speed, could he .....?"

"How is it possible, he can still eat a watermelon after swallowing dates, he must have studied the new volume of academic politics. “

Sijun smiled, arched his hand and said, "Then the student will be ugly!"

"Jingyuan is the governor with scheming and dredging; the material is cultivated by the land, the time is like the sky, the righteousness is controlled by the ghosts and gods, the qi is governed by education, and the sincerity is sacrificed to the ......"

Listening to Sijun's recitation like a river pouring water, the arrogance in Cao Guanlong's face gradually disappeared.

At first, the audience just thought that Sijun's recitation was okay, but the more he listened to it, the more stunned he became, "You actually memorized so much?"

"I'm still carrying ......"

"The student has memorized it!"

When Sijun stopped reciting and said these words, the people in the entire square came back to their senses.

"He memorized the whole book in one stick of incense?"

"It's inhuman!"

"Did he recite it right?"

"Interesting, interesting!" On the high platform facing north, the short and fat Chai Dashan slowly touched his stomach and smiled and muttered to himself.

"Goodong~"

The old scholar in the middle of the pulpit swallowed a mouthful of saliva in shock, as if he was looking at a strange freak, staring at Sijun, stunned for a while.

"Chief Cui?"

Seeing this, several supervisors in front of Sijun shouted a few times to the old pedant.

At this time, the old scholar came back to his senses, looked at several supervisors, and asked questions.

"Recite the whole text, word for word!" said an older invigilator, his tone full of amazement.

"Smack!"

The somewhat deformed folding fan in Cao Guanlong's hand fell to the ground, he no longer straightened up, but turned around and walked down the pulpit in a lonely shape, "I lost!"

"It's really an extraordinary destiny, beyond the reach of ordinary people like us....... the old pedant sighed secretly, and then shouted loudly, "In this recitation game, Qingyi Academy won." Qingyi Academy has won four out of six games, therefore, the name of Xiangjun's 'No. 1 Academy' is won by Qingyi Academy!"

On the high platform facing north, on the side of Chai Dashanren, an old man with a ruddy face smiled from ear to ear, "Hehe, Lao Chai, you have lost this time? ”

"Lord Xue is really prescient!" Chai Dashan replied with a light smile.

"Tut, this little guy from Qingyi Academy is really amazing!"

Chai Dashan, who was dressed as a wealthy businessman, squinted slightly at Sijun on the stage, and muttered to himself, "It seems that it's time for a different person......

"What a talent!"

"Qingyi Academy really lives up to its name~"

The crowd in the square was amazed......

In the evening of this day, beside the stream, under the weeping willows.

"Brother Sijun, what is the result of today's competition in the academy? I work in Jingfu, and I can't go to watch," Evian said with a wink of long eyelashes.

Sijun touched Evian's head, reached out and leaned her on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Qingyi Academy has regained the title of 'First Academy'." ”

"Oh!" Evian pouted, not showing joy.

"Aren't you happy?"

"The people of Qingyi Academy are not good to Brother Sijun at all, they won, I'm not happy!"

"Qingyi Academy has taught me for nearly ten years after all......"

"Hmph, those people have ever taught you with their hearts, but they just treat you coldly. Uncle can't afford to pay for tuition, but they don't let you stay longer for a day, but when did you care about you?"

"Evian, the national style of Chu is based on teaching and seeking truth, and as a scholar, I should pay more attention to faith and righteousness," Si Jun raised his tone slightly.

"I'm not a reader!" Evian whispered, pouting. However, then he was still dissatisfied, "It's just that Qingyi Academy didn't choose Brother Sijun to compete in the competition, and I couldn't be angry." People here, who doesn't know that Brother Sijun is the smartest, why do they ignore you!"

Sijun shook his head with a smile, and said indifferently, "Actually, it was me who played the last round of chanting. ”

"Ah, really?" Evian clapped his hands happily, "It must be thanks to Brother Sijun that Qingyi Academy won proudly, isn't it?"

"Well, sort of!" Sijun smiled happily and nodded.

"Brother Sijun is really powerful, no matter where he is, Brother Sijun is the best!" Evian said, his eyes looking at the orange sky in the distance, and his expression gradually became gloomy.

"Evian, what's wrong with you?" Sijun patted Evian on the shoulder.

"I'm just thinking about what it will be like for us to be together in the future......"

"As long as we can be together, it's the best!" said Sijun, holding Evian in his arms.

At this moment, on the path not far away, among the grass, there was a gorgeously dressed young man, who was looking angrily at the two people hugging each other by the stream......

Half an hour later, Sijun returned home, a few dilapidated mud houses next to the sorghum fields.

In front of the wooden door, a luxurious carriage stopped, Sijun glanced sideways, and then pushed open the courtyard door suspiciously.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, Sijun's mother walked out of the house and greeted him.

"Someone from the family came and said they were looking for you, but I don't know what happened?" Sijun's mother looked a little nervous and asked in a low voice, "Jun'er, but what happened outside?"

Sijun smiled on his face and replied with relief, "Mother, it's nothing, don't worry." Although he said this, he was still puzzled in his heart, "Why is someone looking for me today?"

Sijun walked into the room, the room was slightly dark, and a middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy man was sitting on a wooden chair. Behind him, stood two big men.

"You, are you a good person from Chai Dashan?" Si Jun recognized the person at a glance. This person is the Chai Dashan who provided Chu Yun's old history books in the academy competition.

"I don't know what happened when Chai Dashan visited the student's home?"

"Mr. Sijun really has good eyesight, and the college is on the top of the competition, but I didn't expect you to recognize me. Chai Dashan looked very kind.

"The name of Chai Dashan has long been heard of in his later life!" Sijun smiled and bowed.

"I'm here today mainly to ask Mr. Sijun for a favor......