Xie Dongliusheng is tall and mighty, and his face is not angry and arrogant. The examiners were quite afraid of this lord of the Fuwen Academy, and did not dare to answer out loud.

Yang Dong, as his "same department" friend, did not have these scruples, and said with a smile: "Brother Xie, that **** has argued with me for him." ”

"Oh?" Xie Dongliu and Liu Junshou spoke at the same time, and even the old and sleek Liu Junshou raised his head in disbelief.

It's not that Xie Dongliu and the others haven't seen the market, but the impact of this incident on them is indeed great. Zhang Yi was only admitted to the middle school three days ago, so naturally he didn't have much time to condense his literary spirit, but it was really unbelievable that he could write such a good article.

Presumably, his own literary tone is indeed insufficient, but the article is relevant to the topic, triggering the baptism of literary luck, and it is also a phantom of communicating the holy book, and he is infused by Haoran's literary atmosphere, so that he has enough literary tone to write the whole article. Xie Dongliu was already a jinshi, and he guessed it in a few clicks.

The rest of the examiners nodded their heads, agreeing with Xie Dongliu's conjecture.

Zhang Yi's exam papers were put on the desk.

"The Son of Heaven is Chonger Cao, and the article teaches heroes. The first half of this sentence is to say that our Great Zhou Dynasty has attached great importance to scholars, and has opened major academies to teach everyone to read, which is a good start. One of the examiners nodded slightly.

When judging papers, these examiners don't have to give face to several adults. Readers, readers, are more demanding about good articles than others.

Chen Liang shook his head and said: "This poem is more than that, the word 'Son of Heaven', even if we write articles now, we don't dare to use them casually." Zhang Yi, a child, is so bold that it is not easy to start with the Son of Heaven. ”

Many examiners nodded hurriedly, and they almost ignored this.

Yang Dong stroked his beard and said: "This first line of poetry, the real expression is this second half of the poem. Ladies and gentlemen, please see, everything is inferior, but reading is high! Such verses will inevitably be passed down through the ages. In my opinion, the first time there was a vision of paper scrolls dancing together was when Zhang Yi finished writing this sentence. ”

Fan Xuezheng shook his head and said the words "unavoidable, terrible" vigorously.

"The first time?" Xie Dongliu and Liu Junshou were both curious.

Several examiners had no scruples at the moment, and scrambled to answer: "Lord Huiyuan, this heavenly show is amazing, and a poem triggered the vision of two paper scrolls dancing together." ”

“...... This, demon. Let's look at the second sentence. ”

Liu Junshou, who was old and serious, was speechless, and was the first to read the second line of the poem: "Young people must study diligently, and articles can stand up; The first line of the poem shows that the Son of Heaven attaches great importance to scholars, and the second sentence is to persuade people all over the world to study with peace of mind in order to settle down. ”

"That's right, the county exam is a child's promotion to show talent, and it is the foundation of my generation of scholars. It's just that Wenyun is hanging on the top, and no one is allowed to divulge the mystery, and we only know that the county test is related to persuasion after we have passed the exam. An examiner nodded and said, if everyone in the world knows that the county examination is related to persuasion, then many persuasion articles may come into being.

"Zhu Zigui of the Manchu Dynasty is full of scholars. Although this sentence is a bit intoxicated with the feeling of power, for most readers, it is the ultimate dream. This genius ...... It's really demonic, and persuading poetry to get the pulse of a reader is like a famous doctor prescribing the right medicine, which is really high. Chen Liang opened his mouth to comment, not for Zhang Yi to speak, but like everyone else, he was seriously commenting on the article.

Yang Dong and Xie Dongliu stood side by side at the front, this third sentence should generally be judged by him, who knew that Xie Dongliu said: "Okay, good, this third sentence is very good, it fits my taste, let me evaluate it first." ”

The examiners hurriedly responded, this Xie Dongliu is the strongest Jinshi present, he has studied the holy book Spring and Autumn, and the evaluation must be different from everyone else, and this is the first time he has opened his mouth to evaluate, and he did not open his mouth at all in the first two sentences.

"Since childhood, I have learned a lot of talents, and I have high ambitions in my life; others have a sword, but I have a pen like a knife. In my opinion, there is only one word in this third poem, arrogance, arrogance, arrogance, arrogance, arrog ”

"The children of rich families can carry a sword made of heavy gold in their arms, but the children of the poor family only have the pen in their hands and the sharp blade in their hearts. This kind of arrogance is the spirit of Haoran, and it must be this sentence that hooked the phantom of the holy book and triggered the spirit of Haoran. Most of the examiners present were born in poor families, and when they heard Xie Dongliu's comments, most of them felt the same way, and only then did they understand the true meaning of this poem.

Xie Dongliu was quite excited, and his temperament was very consistent. The Xie family is one of the top ten wealthy families in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but he was born in a side family, and his life has been the same as that of the children of the poor family since he was a child: although he later entered high school and returned to the main family, the arrogance of the poor family on his body has accompanied him for the rest of his life.

Liu Junshou sighed: "It's amazing! If this year's children finish writing the first line of poetry, at most the second line of poetry, the literary energy in the body will disappear." But this Tianxia Tong was baptized by literary luck, and he accumulated a lot of literary qi in his body, which was able to support him to finish the third sentence. ”

"The third line of poetry, even if it is an ordinary talent, I am afraid that it will not be able to be written at all. It's just that this Zhang Yi worked hard to write it, which hooked Haoran's literary atmosphere, and only then did he support him to write a complete poem, which is a bit incredible. ”

When the rest of the examiners heard Lord County Shou say this, they all sighed at Zhang Yi's good luck. If the phantom of the holy book does not react, Zhang Yi desperately writes the whole poem, I am afraid that he will be sucked dry of essence and blood, and he will die.

This kind of thing has not happened in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Great Zhou Dynasty Southern Tang Kingdom once had a lord of outstanding literary talent, the best at poetry, once he described the mountains and rivers very good, the article was full of momentum, almost caused a vision of heaven and earth...... It's a pity that it's just a little bit worse, the lord of the country was sucked dry of blood when he finally completed the whole poem, and if it weren't for the luck of a country, he would almost die.

Yang Dong coughed lightly, pulling everyone's thoughts back, Xie Dongliu commented on the third sentence, as the chief examiner, he should naturally comment on the fourth line of the poem, and said: "Lord Yuanjun and Lord County Shou are right, but I personally like this last sentence more." Chao for Tian Shelang, twilight to the Tianzi Hall. There will be no seeds, and men should be self-reliant. I think that when I took the palace examination in the same year as Lord Yuanjun, Lord Yuanjun won the favor of the emperor and became a jinshi, but I was not strong-minded, and I am only a tribute scholar so far. ”

"If someone had written such a poem at that time, I am afraid that many people like me would have been very inspired. There will be no seeds, men should be self-reliant, arrogant, arrogant, self-improvement, this is the foundation of my generation of readers. ”

"This poem may not be inferior to everything, only reading and circulating for a long time, but this poem is the finishing touch of this poem!"

Yang Dong, as the president of the county academy of literature, used his own decades of stumbling as an example to teach the examiners a good lesson. Most of these examiners are lifters, but many of them have settled on their laurels and no longer want to move forward.

Xie Dongliu was overjoyed, Yang Dong was his year, and his unenterprising appearance has always made him quite sad. A few days ago, he came to wake up Yang Dong angrily, but he didn't expect Yang Dong to introspect in front of so many people today, which made him quite happy.

As the same year, I am afraid that I will soon be able to become a jinshi.

After the whole poem was evaluated, Yang Dong wrote the word "A" on the examination paper, and approved the first case of the county examination.

The next verdict had nothing to do with Xie Dongliu and Liu Junshou, and they raised their feet and left. Stepping out of the door, Liu Junshou said in a low voice: "It's just that the two talented people of Feng Qiao have suffered, and the head of the township trial case has not been obtained, and the head of the county trial case has been robbed again......"

Xie Dongliu shook his head and said, "Who in the world doesn't have such an experience?"

Liu Junshou remembered the year Xie Dongliu took the palace test, and shook his head and said: "That is really amazing, when I heard about the palace test, he became a poem in nine steps, and when he became a poem, the ink dragon flew, and then he rode the dragon to the streets, thousands of empty alleys, and the women of the world were fascinated." I wonder if it's true?"

"Is this still fake?" Xie Dongliu rolled his eyes, "If he hadn't endured it for so long, he would have soared into the sky during the palace test, how could he have the grand plan to dominate the industry now?"

"Humble does not talk about state affairs. Liu Junshou sighed lightly, let their geniuses worry about their geniuses!

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Momoyama is the steepest mountain in Hakuba-gun, and even though it's a sunny April day, some of the cols are still covered with snow. A lot of peach blossoms and snow run along the mountain stream, rushing happily from the top of the mountain, and the scenery is excellent.

Zhang Yi thought about things in his heart, had no intention of looking at the scenery, and spent more than an hour coming to the small temple in the depths of Taoshan. The small temple is located on the north side of the peach mountain, the peach trees are dense around, and the people who generally watch the peach blossoms rarely walk here, so it is particularly quiet.

"Why are you here?" a crisp and pleasant voice came suddenly.

Zhang Yifang had just stepped on the flat ground on the top of the mountain when he heard the woman's puzzled voice. He looked up and saw that Qiu Yishui was standing on the stone steps of the small temple, looking at him in surprise.

"It turned out to be a girl, we are really fated. Zhang Yi was also a little stunned, and immediately greeted Qiu Yishui with a smile, "I found this small temple by chance before, and I like the quietness here, and I am riddled with trivial things these days, so I want to come here to hide for a few days." ”

"......" Qiu Yishui was quite helpless, this young man's eyebrows were delicate, and his eyes were as clean as water, this kind of words made her speechless, but she couldn't get angry. If you were a different disciple, you wouldn't be lying on the ground.

Xiaomiao Miaozhu heard that someone was coming, so he hurriedly walked out of the house, recognized Zhang Yi, and arched his hand: "It turned out to be Zhang Yi's son, please come in quickly." ”

Zhang Yi hurriedly thanked him, and smiled at Qiu Yishui: "Miss Qiu, Xiaosheng will go wash up first and say goodbye." ”

"Hmm. When Qiu Yishui heard this, he covered his mouth and chuckled.

Zhang Yi was hit by the air waves, although he was not hurt much, but when he wore a green coat and a bookcase, there were obvious scars...... There is also a lot of dust on the hair, which can be described as unkempt.

After Zhang Yi walked into the room to wash, the elderly Miao Zhu walked out of the house, came to Qiu Yishui, and said in a low voice: "Holy Maiden, that man does have the blood of the Mu family. It's just that the Mu Mansion is the pillar of Zhenhai in the Great Zhou Dynasty, how can he practice Yin and Yang Arts?"

Qiu Yishui frowned slightly, his face was beautiful, and he said softly: "Zhenhai Hou Muqing is indeed a hero, but he is loyal to the emperor of the Great Zhou, and I am afraid that he will not be able to betray the Great Zhou." What's more, isn't the pride of the Mu family also studying at the White Horse Academy? Under the prying eyes of the Daoyi Academy, the Mu family still dares to show goodwill to the Ten Thousand Demon Palace?"

"This ......" Miaozhu, whose true identity is a low-level divine envoy of the Fuyun Heavenly Palace, shook his head, indicating that he couldn't figure out the mystery.