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On the second day, there was a wail in front of the main hall of teaching, most of them were sad, you ask me, I look at you, less than one-third of the six hundred students can make good articles.

One day is too short, even if it is the head of each county, it is impossible to think of all the details, and it is Xun Sheng's famous article "Persuasion"?

Most people still make up the numbers, and many people can't help muttering and complaining secretly when they see the "fierce child" Yue Heng arrive.

"Brother Yue, have you already completed your three articles? If you can't complete the task, I also have an extra article here, which can barely make up the number. Ji Cong greeted him alone, smiling, he was kind to help.

Yue Heng clasped his fists and saluted: "I have already finished the article, thank you Brother Ji for your kindness." By the way, does Brother Ji know if there is a strange fragrance that can make people drowsy after smelling it?"

Ji Cong was a smart person, and asked with some vigilance: "Could it be that ...... yesterday?"

Yue Heng nodded slightly, and Ji Cong didn't say more: "I'll go back and ask my cousin, and I'll give you an answer later." ”

The two talked a few more words, and it didn't take long for Instructor Du to come in, this time with several other elderly instructors, one of whom Yue Heng knew, and it was Huo Zhangyuan of the Literati Academy.

There was silence in the teaching hall, and Instructor Du said: "Yesterday, I asked each of you to write an article about the ancient Xunsheng's "Persuasion" and Yuefu's "Long Song Xing", because it is too important, and it is not that I deliberately made it difficult for you on a whim. In order to better understand the level of each of you, today I specially invited several senior faculty members of the college to judge together, and the excellent articles will be engraved in the government newspaper for the rest of the students to enjoy and taste, and the government will also give different contribution points rewards. ”

Hearing that there were also rewards for contributions, many people were overjoyed, and the little complaints they originally had against Instructor Du and Yue Heng disappeared.

In addition to Huo Zhangyuan, there are also Cheng instructors who teach first-level children's classics, Yan instructors who teach second-level students' poetry and songs, and Shen instructors who teach third-level bachelors Wenzhan Wenzhan Wenzheng skills, and Du's teachers form a five-person judging group, and the formation is huge.

Many children took out the articles they had prepared from the bookcase, and there were also many people like Yue Heng who stood empty-handed, and they had to wait until the last minute to start writing, and they wanted to think about it for a while.

"What about your article?" Instructor Du walked up to Yue Heng and looked at this thorn with an unkind expression.

Yue Heng slowly took out a pen and paper and spread it on the bookboard in front of him: "Is it okay for students to write now?"

Instructor Du snorted, returned to the jury, took out a Fuxi text plate, and shouted loudly: "Chase bad texts, save good works, Fuxi text plates, points!"

The handwriting of the "Fen" rune flashed, and the text plate was thrown into the air, bursting with red light, and the palace circle gave it a steady stream of talent support.

The worthless articles in the hall were turned to ashes after being illuminated by the red light, and the children who held them had sad faces, looking at the paper in their hands melting with the wind, sighing.

The remaining children raised their hands in the Chinese chapter high, and their faces were bright.

"Yes, it looks like there are more than thirty articles of value. ”

"This year's children's literature is good. ”

"Instructor Du, reduce the brightness of the 'Fen' Rune Disk, give them a little more time, many people are still writing. ”

Several instructors nodded slightly, and Instructor Du's divine sense remote control reduced the speed at which the text disk obtained talent from the magic circle, and the red light of the text disk became faint and almost invisible, only maintaining the minimum power of the "minute" runes, slowly rotating in the air.

Huo Zhangyuan looked down with interest, he noticed that Yue Heng was writing and thinking, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, he was curious about this young man, and simply walked over.

Yue Heng's first poem was the work of the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Zhenbai, who seemed to be blind to the changes around him, and tried to put himself into the realm of "heart and path".

"I don't feel that it's spring when I read...... It's only early spring, this kid, it's a little interesting......" Huo Zhangyuan smiled and looked at it, but the second sentence moved him.

"An inch of time is an inch of gold! This sentence is wonderful! An inch of yin is a very short period of time, and the use of gold to describe time shows its preciousness, and warns other readers to cherish time and constantly improve themselves. To be able to think of this, and to be able to write it in such expressive words, this son is so angry and good!"

Huo Zhangyuan's face was full of appreciative smiles, and he was looking forward to the next two sentences.

Yue Heng felt that there was a person standing on the side, and when he looked up, Huo Zhangyuan was smiling at him, and his heart moved, and the remaining two sentences were completed in one go.

“

Reading without realizing that it is spring,

An inch of time is an inch of gold.

I don't know the instructor to make a laugh,

Zhou Qing Kong Si is pursuing. ”

After writing the poem and intitled it "Persuasion of Learning No. 1", Yue Heng put down his pen, held his breath, and slowly freed himself from the "state of mind".

Airplanes!

A soft sound came from the Fuxi Wenpan suspended above the main hall, and the extremely faint red light was forcibly stimulated at this moment, and the light in the rest of the directions was all concentrated in one point, shooting in front of Yue Heng, and a faint red was shrouded in a layer of paper of "Persuasion of Learning One", and every word flashed a strange light.

"Resonance of the Text!"

Huo Zhangyuan's expression changed greatly, he was a fifth-level literary master, this kind of vision was too familiar.

Because the red light of the "Fen" character text plate was originally faint, the vision produced by Yue Heng's resonance text was not noticed, Huo Zhangyuan's palm flipped over, and a small bead appeared between his fingers, and then bent his fingers flicked, and the bead fell on the paper in front of Yue Heng.

Burst......

After an inaudible muffled sound, a layer of black gas erupted from the beads, which quickly shrouded the paper, and the layer of red light disappeared, cutting off communication with the "Fen" character disc.

Yue Heng took two steps back in shock, and was stopped by Huo Zhangyuan's sharp eyes, so he didn't make much noise.

Today is the same as yesterday, there is still no Tong Sheng willing to get within three feet of him, so everything that happened here is only known to Huo Zhangyuan and Yue Heng, and even Instructor Du, the holder of the "Fen" character scroll, is only wondering why Huo Zhangyuan is so interested in Yue Heng.

Instructor Du walked over, and he saw from a distance that there was no vision in front of Yue Heng, although the article was not turned into ashes by the power of Fuxi Xingchen and classified as a waste work, it was also an ordinary blank piece of paper.

Instructor Du came to Huo Zhangyuan's side and flattered him and said: "Master Huo, because this son despises Xun Sheng, ignores the rules of the palace, does not learn and has no skills, and is extremely arrogant, I will punish him for making three articles. Even if this mediocre work passes, there are two more!"

Huo Zhangyuan didn't delve into the real reason for the contradiction between the two people, and asked with a slight smile: "How did Mr. Du see that he was unlearned and arrogant?"

Teacher Du replied: "Xun Sheng's "Persuasion of Learning" is the first article of the "Children's Life Canon", the work of thousands of young literati, he actually ignored it and became drowsy, this is not the extreme arrogance of not learning and not learning, what is it?"

There is some truth in what he said, Huo Zhangyuan is not good to say more.

Yue Heng was accused by Instructor Du in person for the second time, and this time he slandered him in front of the highest officials of the county academy, and it was impossible to be angry in his heart.

"Since you said that I don't learn no skills, then I will show you no skills!" He simply ignored Teacher Du, put on the second blank paper, and thought about it, he decided that not only to write high-quality poems, but also to resonate.

"Master Huo, there are a few masterpieces over there, why don't I accompany you over to appreciate them?" Instructor Du approached and said flatteringly.

"No need, Yue Heng is highly recommended by the Qi County Ministry of Culture and Literature, and I am more willing to read his articles than ordinary students with ordinary literary talents!" Huo Zhangyuan stroked his beard and smiled.

"Huh?"

Instructor Du was dumbfounded, looking at the playful expression on Huo Zhangyuan's face, the look of being too lazy to explain, and then noticed Yue Heng's breezy style, almost spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

Isn't this guy the "fierce boy" in the four freshmen of this year's "Fierce God and Evil Spirit"?

Isn't it rumored that before he was a child, he was ruthless and forced his fellow disciples to death, and as soon as he entered the mansion, he bullied people and did not listen to dissuasion and worked against the old students, and whimsically maverick even set up a tent in the center of the school?

However, how did this domineering and fierce guy become the person strongly recommended by the Ministry of Culture of Qi County?

Thinking of Huo Zhangyuan's ambiguous attitude, Instructor Du had a flash of doubt in his mind, could it be that the rumors about Yue Heng outside were all false?

But when he looked at Yue Heng's state of contemplation, he once again felt a wave of disgust for no reason, he hated disobedient students the most in his life, and most of those talented people who proudly held things were disobedient.

If Yue Heng is talented, if he wants to beat, he must be obedient.

If Yue Heng is talented and evil, he has to beat him even more, and he must be obedient.

Yesterday he deliberately targeted Yue Heng, just to make an example of the monkey, and today he repeatedly provoked the stab, at this moment he was already ready to send an arrow, otherwise he would slap himself in the face, and he would have no prestige in front of the six hundred students in the future.

Yue Heng opened his eyes, and the content of Yan Zhenqing's regular script copy and paste in his mind was vivid, as if it was floating in the air in front of him, and it was within reach.

The mood had arrived, and he began to write.

“

Three more lights and five more chickens,

It was when the boy was studying.

The brunette doesn't know how to study early,

Bai Shoufang regretted that he was late in studying. ”

Yan Zhenqing, a famous calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty, was not only the founder of Yan Ti Kaishu, but also a well-known writer and politician.

Yan Zhenqing's family was depressed at the age of three, his mother followed the example of Mencius's mother, moved to his place three times, personally supervised the school every day, strictly disciplined, Yan Zhenqing was diligent, all the way smoothly in the imperial examination, after entering the Shiden Jiake, he wrote this "Persuasion Poem" for future generations, encouraging future generations.

After the poem was written, Yue Heng wrote the title of the poem "Persuasion No. 2", held his breath and put down his pen.

Burst......

The second bead flew in and exploded above the poem, and the faint black mist blocked the red light from the text, and the poem once again became a pool of dead silence, not turning into ashes, nor reflecting with the stars of Fuxi, just like an ordinary white paper. (A good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Follow up~點/Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter qdread), participate now! everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to qdread WeChat public account!)