As soon as the shopkeeper mentioned Wenxuan, Chu Qianqiu immediately became interested, which was exactly what he wanted to ask.

"Winshare generally has five stars, with a second-grade scholar can register a one-star Winshare, with a four-grade scholar can register a two-star Winshare, five-grade is three-star, seven-grade is four-star, only five-star Winshare has a first-class scholar. The owner introduced.

"I was taught, if it wasn't for the shopkeeper's explanation, my brother and sister were killed by the killer, and I don't know how they died. Oh, by the way, please ask for a big name. Chu Qianqiu woke up like a dream.

The shopkeeper said: "My name is Zhang Shuyong, and I have opened a shop here since I came back from Longyuan City. ”

Chu Qianqiu thanked him, and after chatting casually for a while, he got up and said goodbye to his age. He saw from the map that there was a Wenxuan not far from here, and he was going to register it first, at least he could get Yulu to ensure the basic life of the two of them.

After a few rounds, a Forbidden City-like building comes into view. The vermilion walls and golden glazed tiles shine in the sun, giving people a spontaneous style.

Chu Qianqiu was a little shy by nature, but he was a little timid in front of such a magnificent building, and after a little entanglement, he still walked to the two monks in black robes at the door.

"I'm here to register as a scribe, so please introduce you two. Chu Qianqiu said politely, his eyes glanced and found that the cuffs of these two people were embroidered with a white brush.

The two of them didn't look at Chu Qianqiu, and one of them walked in with a mechanical ear. The style in the door has some flavor of Suzhou garden, it is really a hundred steps on the first floor and ten steps on the pavilion, after a thousand turns, they came to a large hall.

After entering the main hall, the monk left without saying a word, Chu Qianqiu was a little embarrassed, looked at it, and found that there was only one maid in the huge hall, so he explained his intention to the maid, and the maid also left without saying a word.

"Why are the people here so strange, are they all dumb?" pouted disapprovingly, grabbed a bunch of grapes on the table and ate it.

At this moment, a white-bearded old man and a middle-aged man came out of it, they were wearing the same moon-white robe, and a white brush was embroidered on the cuffs, the difference was that they had two golden brushes on their chests.

Chu Qianqiu immediately understood, the brush on the cuff may be the symbol of Wenxuan, and the gold pen on the chest represents the rank of the scholar, which means that these two people are both second-grade scholars.

"Who wants to register as a literary teacher?" The middle-aged man with slightly dark skin asked first, his gaze swept over Chu Qianqiu's body, and quickly locked on his age. People with high ranks can see that the talent of age is much higher than Chu Qianqiu, so she is more concerned.

Chu Qianqiu stepped forward, politely hugged the two of them, and said, "It's me, what do I need to do." ”

Seeing Chu Qianqiu speak, the middle-aged man frowned, brought him to a round ball similar to crystal in the hall, and said, "Put your hand on it and test your qualifications." ”

Chu Qianqiu touched the crystal ball with his hand, and a blue fluctuation like an electric wave immediately appeared on the crystal ball, making a "zizi" sound, and after a while, all the situation in Chu Qianqiu's body was displayed in the crystal ball, as if it was captured by a high-pixel camera.

The white-bearded old man and the middle-aged man immediately surrounded him, and soon the middle-aged man frowned, and said angrily: "Banyan's qualifications still want to register as a literary teacher, you and I Yuexin Wenxuan is vegetable market." ”

"Hua Ming ......" The white-bearded old man stopped the middle-aged man's reprimand, and stroked the veins in the crystal ball: "Look carefully, this person's human veins are so strong, and there are many branches, he is a talent, and our literary teachers themselves don't pay attention to qualifications, you are a little abrupt." ”

"Yes, thank you Lord Xuan for your criticism, it's not enough for me to cultivate. The middle-aged Mao Huaming lowered his head and said.

The white-bearded old man smiled and said to Chu Qianqiu: "Xiaoyou's literary background is stout, let's take the next test." With that, he took Chu Qianqiu to a large table with great enthusiasm.

"What's wrong with Lord Xuan today, why do you value a hairy boy so much. Mao Huaming looked at the white-bearded old man in surprise, a little incomprehensible.

"Previously, I only had a general understanding of Xiaoyou's context, but the next test is the most important, which will determine whether Xiaoyou can succeed in becoming a literary teacher, and Xiaoyou must take it seriously. Our Yuexin Wenxuan is a one-star Wenxuan, you can register a first-grade and second-grade Wenxuan, how many products do you want to register?" The white-bearded old man smiled and looked very kind.

"The younger generation is not talented, and I want to register as a literary teacher. Chu Qianqiu saw that Lord Xuan was so polite, and he also looked extremely respectful in front of the elders.

"Maid, bring the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. The white-bearded old man commanded skillfully, but he really hoped that Chu Qianqiu was going to register as a second-grade literary master.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly brought up, and the maid stepped aside after studying the ink, and the white-bearded old man said: "Please Xiaoyou write the exercises, if it is written, you will officially become the registered writer of this Wenxuan, please!"

Chu Qianqiu didn't grind, writing exercises was the easiest thing for him, he reached out and took out the midnight rose pen and wrote. The moment he put down the pen, everyone gathered around, and even his age stopped talking and watched him write intently.

Chu Qianqiu deliberately slowed down, and the expressions of the white-bearded old man and Mao Huaming became more and more surprised, especially the white-bearded old man, the boss with an open mouth, who did not have the same demeanor as before.

Closing the pen, the poem is completed, the golden light flashes, the ink fragrance overflows the hall, the white-bearded old man holds the paper "Ancient Congjun March", his hands tremble uncontrollably, Mao Huaming has completely lost his previous arrogance, and now he is docile like a little sheep.

"Genius, genius!" the white-bearded old man praised incredulously, this is a jade mirror technique, and he asked himself if he couldn't write it as a second-grade literary master.

Chu Qianqiu heard for the first time that he was praised as a genius, and he was a little embarrassed for a while when he was used to hearing waste, and asked in a hesitant manner: "Lord Xuan, may I ask if this is okay?"

"Yes, yes, of course, congratulations Xiaoyou, you are already a first-class scholar of Xiangcheng One-Star Yuexin Wenxuan, officially registered in the case, Huaming is not going to go soon. After the white-bearded old man reacted, he was excited and said three times in a row. Hearing Lord Xuan's order, Mao Huaming immediately walked into the apse.

After a while, he walked out with a plate in his hand, which contained a moon-white robe, a jade pendant, and a mortal storage bag.

The white-bearded old man handed the things to Chu Qianqiu and said, "At this time, Xiaoyou's literary teacher uniform and literary teacher certificate, as well as your fifty spirit stones this month, are issued according to the standard of a second-grade literary teacher. ”