"I'm done." Xu Moyan raised his eyelids, "I have to say, the collection of books in Jishan Academy is extremely rich!" ”

After seeing the magic of Xu Moyan, Ma Baoyu looked calm and said, "Brother Xu is really a god." ”

"It's over, it's just a little catcher."

As he spoke, he put the finished book on the shelf and picked up another one.

"Brother Xu is modest, the college has specially prepared desserts and tea, if Brother Xu doesn't dislike it, you can move to the stomach."

"Thank you, I don't have time, you're busy."

This person is very annoying, and the twitter is disturbing and clean, and Xu Moyan directly issued an eviction order.

But.

I was quite surprised by the college's arrangement to eat tea, and my favorability towards the dean increased by one point.

There is such a dean in the college, and he must really love talents.

……

Meanwhile.

The Academy's Confucianism and Taoism Six Qualities and Four Masters - Qi Fuzi, Qin Fuzi, Qiu Fuzi, and Hua Fuzi were drinking tea and chatting on the platform on the fifth floor.

A square table, three people sit around, one person in a white suit, standing on the railing, watching the red sunset slowly disappear into the horizon.

The wind blows.

The corners of the clothes swayed and rattled.

He touched his beard with one hand behind his back and the other hand, and said: "The sunset is shining at night, the clouds are floating, what a picture of the sunset and clouds, everyone, the old man has a hunch, today's examination, the sage is about to be born!" ”

It was Qi Fuzi who spoke.

I always like to be sad and sad.

In other words, he is a person who likes to grieve, always thinks things badly, and repeatedly deduces in his heart what he should do after others have done him badly.

Master Qin shook his fingers and said, "Every time you say that, you don't see the glow of the sun and the sound of the bell." ”

Sage Cloud: When the sage comes out, the light will shine, the white rainbow will run through the sun, and the Confucian bell will ring five times.

Twenty years have passed, and they have all entered the year of sixtieth year, and they have not heard the bells.

Cultivation is not allowed to advance an inch, and in my lifetime, I don't know if I can hear the bell ringing.

Qi Fuzi came to the square table, sat down cross-legged, took the tea and drank it all, and said mysteriously: "Meng Lao Wei of Si Tianjian, five days ago, when I watched the sky, there was a mysterious Changhong that slipped from the eastern sky and fell into the territory of Yong'an County.

He said that there must be a stranger here, wait and see. ”

Qiu Fuzi shook his head and agreed: "The old man has also heard of this. ”

"Hey! Old Pifu, when did you have a relationship with the people of Si Tianjian? ”

Qiu Fuzi made a disdainful expression and said, "You are allowed to have acquaintances in Si Tianjian?" ”

"It can't be the little girl named Yun Lan, right?"

Qiu Fuzi was about to fight, and said: "That is the old man's closed disciple, with excellent talents, but unfortunately he finally took the road of alchemy, otherwise he will definitely do something on the way of Confucianism and Taoism." ”

"Wait, we old guys won't be going to join in the fun."

……

The fourth floor was bustling with activity at this time.

The first round of poetry writing has ended.

All the poems are collected and evaluated by the teacher.

The students inevitably praised each other.

With his super communication skills, Ma Baoyu has become popular in the college, and almost every student has some impression of him.

"Brother Ma is bound to win the championship this time."

"Where, where!"

"Brother Ma's entry is today."

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Brother Ma is talented, make me ashamed."

"Win and win! Everybody's good. ”

This is the result of each other's stinky feet.

They would give them back to other students who knew each other well.

Because Confucianism and Taoism are now very popular in the court, if one day one of them soars into the sky, they can also take the opportunity to get light.

This is called nepotism.

And Xu Moyan is immersed in the sea of books alone, unable to extricate himself, and ignores nothing of what is happening in the outside world.

Wu Zi'an woke up.

Rubbing his eyes, the entire library floor was empty.

looked out the window, scolded badly, and rushed out of the library with the Pu knife on his waist.

"Improper Son of Man Promises to Speak ......"

scolded all the way back to the yamen.

All my colleagues were off work, and there was no one in the yamen.

"Beautiful, I'm sure I'm going to tick the bar, I'm going too, hehe......"

Change into casual clothes and go straight to the hook bar.

To tell the truth, the battle at noon has an endless aftertaste, and after sleeping all afternoon, I am now full of energy and have fun.

The fourth floor of the Library Pavilion.

Xu Moyan stretched his waist, and the books in the Library Pavilion were finally finished.

There are still some things to be desired.

Pastries and tea are placed on a table not far away.

I touched my stomach and it was a little shriveled.

Immersed in the sea of books, I haven't eaten for a day.

Walk over and toss a piece of pastry into your mouth and munch on it.

I felt a little dry, and after taking a sip of herbal tea, my mouth relaxed a lot.

I had to hurry home and fall asleep, and go to the Holy Palace to ask the two masters how to digest the books they were reading today.

Then.

A scholar approached with a tray.

"Childe, please offer a poem."

"Writing poetry?"

Xu Moyan looked at what he was wearing, intending to tell him that I was a martial artist.

Besides, the first few rounds didn't say that everyone had to write poetry, right?

Why did you come to this round and run over to ask for it?

Where can I write poetry.

At most, it's a copy.

If someone finds plagiarism, they will parade through the streets.

Xu Moyan was puzzled: "Don't you write lines?" ”

The scholar's sincere eyes flowed, and he said, "It's okay if you don't write......"

"Then I won't write, I'll leave after a while."

"If you don't write, you'll have to perform on stage."

The scholar said punishment.

Xu Moyan's eyes widened: "When was the punishment formulated, I have been reading books, I ......"

The scholar was a little embarrassed, this tolerance was a martial artist at a glance, there was no ink on his chest, Dong Shi Xiao Shang glanced at it, and he came to eat and drink at a glance.

Because Xu Moyan's cheeks are bulging and stuffed with pastries, like the suona hand of the band in later generations.

"It's okay for Childe to write a poem casually, and the examiner will not read it in public, and no one will know what Childe has written.

If you don't write it, you'll be embarrassed later......"

Who am I messing with...... But he asked, "Is there anything else that hasn't been written?" ”

The scholar glanced back, and everyone was eager to write a few more poems, shook his head, and said, "There is only one son left." ”

"Alas!" Xu Moyan sighed, "Then I can only sweat and be full, and I can see it once." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the brush in the tray and asked, "What's the topic?" ”

"Family and country feelings!"

Xu Moyan immediately came up with a poem in his mind - "Breaking the Array".

Pick up the pen and write:

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp; Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt; But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, poor white happened!

Write it all the time.

Don't forget to brazenly mark your name in the lower right corner.

Xu Moyan's face was slightly hot.

Taking other people's poems as your own is really uncomfortable.

The scholar watched from the sidelines, and when Xu Moyan began to write, he looked disdainful, the writing was ugly, and the posture of holding the brush was not right.

Every time Xu Moyan wrote a sentence, the scholar's heart sank a little, and when the last sentence was written, his heart was already full of respect.

When Xu Moyan put the pen on the tray, he unconsciously lowered his body, which made it convenient for Xu Moyan to put the pen and paper on the tray.

After finishing, Xu Moyan waved his hand casually, asking the scholar to leave quickly, if he didn't leave, he would have to go......

Then.

Ma Baoyu appeared with a handsome son.

"Brother Xu, are you done reading? Do you still write poetry? ”

"Hmm!" Xu Moyan nodded and complained about the rules of the academy: "I can't write poetry, and this scholar is still unforgiving." ”

Ma Baoyu's accompanying son covered his mouth and smiled, and said: "Brother Cha doesn't have to be too humble, although you are practicing martial arts, writing poems should be used to cultivate sentiment, not to compete for superiority."

I have been studying for several years and I don't know how much I have written, but I still don't know how much. ”

"Hehe, that's a reason." Ma Baoyu helped on the side, "It's important to participate!" ”