Zhang Yi didn't hear anything outside the window, and he didn't know anything about the vision caused by the county academy, and he continued to answer the questions.

"Young people must study diligently, and articles can stand up; Zhu Zigui of the Manchu Dynasty is full of scholars. ”

After the second line of the poem was written, Zhang Yi's body qi decreased by one-fifth, and his qi decreased sharply, and some sweat appeared on his forehead.

In the hundreds of countries of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the official uniform of the second-rank senior members was red, and only the first-rank senior members and above could wear purple. In addition to the extremely high-ranking officials, the color grades of the scholars' clothes are more distinct. Jinshi and above wear red clothes, and Confucians can wear purple robes.

The three words "Zhu Zigui" are not just words.

Zhang Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to continue writing the third line of the poem.

"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. ”

The first half of this poem just appeared, and a heroic righteousness unique to a reader was stirred in the entire examination room. A few pieces of straw paper in Zhang Yi's bookcase were blown out, and he hurriedly put down the wolf pen and put it away so as not to fall on the exam paper and defile the exam paper.

After the second line of the poem was written, the original literary qi in Zhang Yi's body was only two-fifths. But as the third line of the poem was written, the phantom of the "Spring and Autumn Book" in the center of the county academy exuded a heroic literary atmosphere, which was instantly injected into his body.

The qi in Zhang Yi's body skyrocketed, and the lost qi had all been filled, and the remaining qi was infused into his heart.

Zhang Yi felt this majestic aura, closed his eyes and entered his heart. The faint white aura in the dilapidated atrium was still running, mending the rags everywhere, and when it found this majestic aura, it immediately pounced on it and swallowed it in, merging into one.

The white Wen Qi was originally only the thickness of a hair, but after swallowing this Haoran Wen Qi, it became as thick as a finger. The speed of repairing walls and wet floors is significantly faster.

Opening the atrium, igniting the fire in the heart, and repairing the atrium are the cultivation paths of Xiucai. When the walls are repaired and the dry ground becomes smooth, you will be able to take the government examination and gain fame.

The speed of repairing the qi in Zhang Yi's atrium has been significantly accelerated, but if the repair is completed, it will take a long time.

The literary tone was full, Zhang Yi's face was slightly happy, he originally thought that his literary tone was not enough to write a whole poem. Who knew that the third line of the poem hooked the "Spring and Autumn Book" and produced a Haoran literary atmosphere, allowing him to write the whole poem with sufficient literary atmosphere.

"The dynasty is Tian Shelang, and the twilight is in the Tianzi Hall. There will be no seeds, and men should be self-reliant. ”

With Zhang Yi's writing, this poem finally appeared on the exam paper. This time when the word "Son of Heaven" was written, the literary atmosphere in Zhang Yi's body was only slightly reduced, which was quite different from when he wrote the first line of the poem.

When the word "self-improvement" appeared on the examination paper, there was a huge change in the entire county academy.

When Zhang Yi wrote the first sentence of "Persuading Students", the vision of "paper scrolls dancing together" only appeared in the main examination room of the Academy of Literature. But when this poem was completed, in the entire academy, except for the candidates' examination papers, all the papers shook happily, and all the bamboo slips jumped.

......

In the examination room of Tiansanc, Chonglou is splashing ink. He was different from ordinary candidates who sat upright to answer questions, with his left leg on the exam table, his right hand kept writing, and his mouth was humming a minor tune that he learned from which fireworks willow alley.

Just as the wind was getting better, a few pieces of straw paper pressed under the inkstone in front of the left side of the examination table suddenly jumped, lifting the inkstone aside, and a few drops of ink almost splashed on his body.

"Aha, paper scrolls dancing together, which freak is this......"

Feng Chonglou has a crazy personality, and he doesn't care about any strange events he sees, but what he has encountered in the past few days has made him quite frightened.

"This Zhang case leader, don't you even want to take it from the sky?"

Feng Chonglou grinned. He has always only been the first, and he has been compared with Qiao Juzheng for many years, so he has lost his will a little.

This time Zhang Yi was born, which really stimulated the arrogance in Feng Chonglou's body.

......

Similarly, Qiao Juzheng, who was in the other examination room, also frowned.

"I originally thought that I was well prepared for my brother Feng, and this year's county test is not small. But as far as I know, neither Brother Feng nor I can do this, and this must be the masterpiece of that heavenly child. ”

"This Brother Zhang has just become a child, and he doesn't have much savings in his body, so he can write a good article that triggers the vision of dancing with paper scrolls. I'm afraid that my intelligence is far superior to mine, and if I can study in a college in the future, it will be a good choice for me. ”

Qiao Juzheng was only surprised for a moment, and returned to his original state in a blink of an eye. He has a neutral temperament, and he seems to be the polar opposite of Feng Chonglou.

But both of them are frank gentlemen, Zhang Yi snatched the head of the case, they will only sincerely admire, instead of being jealous in their hearts and secretly committing a black hand.

......

In the various examination rooms, many candidates were shocked by the vision.

A few people sighed gloomily, feeling that they had taken the county test in the same year as such a demon, and they were really hit very badly. Most people quickly gathered their minds and answered the questions calmly, they originally knew that their talents were not as good as Feng Qiao's two talents, not to mention the demon who caused the vision of "paper scrolls dancing together".

In the main examination room, paper rolls and bamboo slips danced wildly again.

"This ...... This...... This ......"

Rao is Fan Xuezheng has lived for so many years, and he has never seen such a vision. He said three words in a row in surprise, his fingers trembled slightly, and he looked at the examiners and said, "Could it be that this year's county exam, we have to have two more heavenly shows in Longbow City?"

Yang Dong, the monarch of the courtyard, frowned and said, "I'm afraid not." ”

All the examiners looked at Yang Dong in unison, they were not as knowledgeable as the only tribute scholar present.

"Just now, my jade consciousness trembled, and I vaguely felt that the tone of one of the candidates triggered a vision of paper scrolls dancing together. After that, this candidate's essay once again hooked the phantom of the Spring and Autumn Book, triggering a heroic literary atmosphere, so that it could once again inspire such a significant vision of paper scrolls dancing together. ”

As a senior tribute, Yang Dong's jade knowledge is much stronger than many jinshi. Saying this, the other examiners naturally had to believe it.

It's just that what Yang Dong said, he was really a little shocked, Fan Xuezheng hurriedly said: "Yang Dong, what you said is true?

In a hurry, Fan Xuezheng even forgot to call the word "Yuanjun" and called his real name.

Yang Dong didn't care, nodded yes, and chuckled: "This article needs such a strong Haoran literary atmosphere to be successfully written, even some new talents can't reach such a level." Presumably, this candidate must have written an amazing article. ”

Chen Liang's status in the examination room was quite low, and he didn't care about anything else at the moment, so he asked out loud: "Dare to ask Lord Yuanjun, which direction is this candidate's examination room?"

"Southeast corner. ”

Yang Dong gave the answer, and the candidates have already finished answering, so they don't have to worry about anything else.

When Chen Liang heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

The other examiners naturally saw his expression, and Fan Xuezheng said with a smile: "Chen Liang, if you ask this question, do you already know who wrote this article?"

Chen Liang nodded hurriedly and said with a smile: "If I go back to school, if my expectations are good, the owner of this article should be the boy from heaven." ”

"At such a young age, he was able to write persuasive poems and hook holy books, which is really amazing. I just don't know, which academy will he go to?" Fan Xuezheng shook his head and sighed, this candidate is quite amazing.

Yang Dong, the monarch of the courtyard, smiled: "Zhang Yi is kind, abides by his duty, and it is not strange to write persuasive poems. However, when it comes to the academies of our Fuliu Country, of course, the White Horse Academy is the leader. ”

The other examiners nodded hurriedly.

The White Horse Academy is one of the five major academies in the Great Zhou Dynasty except for the Daoyi Academy, and its status in the Fuliu Kingdom is quite high. The dean, Xu Ruofeng, was a famous Confucian of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his status in the Fuliu Kingdom was only slightly lower than that of the emperor.

Yang Dong and Xie Dongliu were all genius disciples of the White Horse Academy at the beginning.

......

Zhang Yi sat in place, feeling the benefits of Haoran's literary atmosphere. The atria have been repaired a lot, and compared to before, the heart fire can be called blazing. There was a clear feeling in his mind, and he must be a genius from heaven.

At the time of the township test, it was just a slight baptism of literary luck. But this county test, Haoran's literary atmosphere was poured into the body, which triggered the vision of paper scrolls dancing together.

Zhang Yi greeted the examiner guarding the door, asked him to collect the exam papers, and hurriedly left the Academy. A few days ago, the aftermath of the child being watched by the sky is still there, and if it is not fast this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape.

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Located on the eastern outskirts of Longbow Castle, Momoyama is famous for its peach blossoms blooming all over the mountains in spring. There is an old and dilapidated small temple on the mountain, and there is only one old temple in the temple.

In Zhang Yi's memory, this small temple is extremely quiet, and in order to avoid those annoying trivialities, he simply left letters and went to this small temple to study with a bookcase on his back.

It's the time of year, and there are many tourists from Longbow City and other parts of Hakuba County to see the flowers.

This made Zhang Yi frown slightly, and the matter of his talent falling from the sky would spread soon. With so many tourists on the road, naturally some people will know his traces, and if it spreads, my wish to hide in a small temple to study and practice may be disappointed.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi followed his memory and slowly walked to the small temple on a rare path. After walking for half an hour, I didn't see any other tourists. Just as a slight smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, the sound of a fight came from the forest, interrupting the silence for a short time.

Zhang Yi hid behind a big tree and looked sideways. A middle-aged man in a white robe and a delicate woman in a yellow shirt were fighting fiercely, but the two were a little far away, about a hundred zhang or so, and Zhang Yi couldn't see the appearance of the two clearly.

"Girl, do you really want to do something with this seat?!"

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and harsh, and the woman in front of him looked very young, but he had a delicate and strange spell that made him suffer a loss!

"Bold Demon, dare to use such a vicious method to trace the bloodline, I can't spare you!" The woman's crisp and beautiful voice came from the forest, and the middle-aged demon in front of her made her extremely angry, as soon as she spoke, a blue sword appeared in her hand, and she killed the middle-aged man again.