"Brother Xu, let me introduce to you, this is Gong Nanfeng, the second talented man who has dominated Jishan Academy for many years.

The talent is excellent, and there are already three excellent works that have been included in the talent pool on the fifth floor, just waiting for the product. ”

Ma Baoyu held Gong Nanfeng's hand, extremely intimate.

Xu Moyan said: "Fortunately, the county government will quickly make a silent statement." ”

Gong Nanfeng said politely: "Where is it, I'm only second, not inferior to you?" ”

The two of them hold each other's stinky feet.

Xu Moyan was smiling while eating snacks, and the atmosphere was quite embarrassing.

……

The other side.

The scholar collected the poems written by the students and handed them over to the examination.

"My lord, all the poems written by all the talented people are here, and there is no one who is absent."

Kaojiao nodded.

It seems that no one wants to perform in public!

"Huh?"

Just as he was about to hand over the poems to the other examiners to pick out the top-grade poems, a crooked poem written on the top caught his attention.

""Breaking the Array", this is a poem, who wrote it? Show me! ”

The scholar handed over the poem and said, "It was written by a catcher from outside the academy." ”

"Catch fast?"

"No wonder the handwriting is so ugly, the emotion is a martial artist."

muttered in his mouth, and after the poem, he unconsciously read it:

"When I was drunk, I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the horn and the battalion; 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! ”

Suddenly!

A long rainbow appeared outside the window, rushing straight to the moon tower.

Buzz –

The bell rings.

One time.

The long rainbow circled around the Confucian clock.

Buzz –

Another bang.

It rang five times in a row, and then he left the bell and ran to the fourth floor.

"This ......"

The four masters were sitting not far from the Confucian bell, and the sudden strange appearance made them sit up in shock.

"It's coming, it's finally here!"

The masters laughed: "What am I talking about? Today, there will be a Confucian bell ringing, and the white rainbow will run through the sky. ”

"Let's guess who?" Qin Fuzi proposed.

"Ma Baoyu."

"Maybe Gong Nanfeng, although he is usually not as stable as Ma Baoyu, but his explosiveness is enough, and the old man is optimistic about him."

"Maybe it's not possible for other new students!"

"We'll wait and see if the church will present the poems."

At this time.

The words between the masters already smelled of gunpowder.

Stand at a certain distance.

It's ready to rob people.

A genius who causes the white rainbow to run through the sky has an unlimited future in the future, if he can be taken under the door, when this sub-name moves all over the world in the future, the master can also be like a chicken and a dog, and ascend to heaven together.

What's more, it takes 20 years to show a strange scene, and this kind of opportunity is hard to come by.

Yes.

Masters and sons do not give in to each other.

……

Xu Moyan was eating a snack when he was suddenly surrounded by a circle of light.

The red light of the evil magic in the body shrank into a ball, and the golden light was very active.

Quickly swim around the limbs and accept the new aura into the body.

Xu Moyan only felt a burst of heat in his body, and the powerful air flow spread throughout his body.

Bang bang bang –

There was a strange sound, and it seemed to be urgent.

Everyone's eyes were attracted, and they all gathered around, surrounding Xu Moyan in the room.

I have never seen Confucianism and Taoism promoted on the spot because of writing poems.

The circle of light gradually dissipated, and there was a circle of righteousness around him.

Looking inside, I found that the golden light in the dantian was a little bigger.

There have been noticeable changes in the body.

The eyes see more clearly, the sense of hearing is more sensitive, and the skin is much smoother and more delicate.

There must have been some changes in the appearance.

"Brother Xu, you ......"

Ma Baoyu was speechless with excitement.

Gong Nanfeng was even more excited, and shouted: "Brother Xu, have you entered the product?" ”

Ma Baoyu took over the conversation sourly and said: "No, it's a promotion, a nine-grade self-cultivation realm." ”

"Jiupin? It turns out that Brother Xu has already entered the product? ”

"Shhh A martial artist and Confucianism, looking at it is not yet the age of the weak crown, I am ashamed to learn it. ”

"Ashamed, ashamed!"

"In the year of the weak crown, the promotion of the ninth grade of self-cultivation, the future is immeasurable, you must know that the year of the master's painting is only the eight-grade benevolent realm."

"One word can be entered into the product, this kind of wonder is unheard of, I can see it today, and I am fortunate to have three lives!"

Everyone was stunned.

They stood still, looking at Xu Moyan stupidly.

What are they reading poetry and memorizing the essentials? Isn't it ready to be added one day?

Entering the product is the recognition of heaven and earth for their talent.

While everyone sighed, they also understood one thing in their hearts.

From today onwards, Xu Moyan's name will resound throughout Yongan County, and even the entire Jiangning Mansion.

The Confucian bell rang five times, and there was a linkage throughout the country, presumably the imperial court and the national eunuch already knew about it, and they would send someone to implement it in the near future.

It's a step to the top.

This poem will also become a noun for the ages and will be passed down for centuries.

Just this one word, Xu Moyan will leave a strong mark in the history books.

That's what they envy.

Now that he is promoted with poetry, how can he not envy them?

What a talent!

Xu Moyan said innocently: "I just wrote a poem casually, how would I know that such a thing would happen?" ”

"A word? Copyed, right? Don't forget, you're a martial artist. Gong Nanfeng's heart was out of balance.

Defeated by a martial artist, he was unwilling.

Lao Tzu copied it, what can I do...... But he said: "The examination and teaching have their own judgment, and you can't be allowed to shout." ”

Be polite to those who are polite, and never back down when it's time to turn your face.

"That's right! This boy is right. ”

"Gong Nanfeng, there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, what's wrong with the martial arts? Could it be because of the poverty of the family, so it has to be done? ”

“……”

For a while, the onlookers pointed the finger at Gong Nanfeng.

Ma Baoyu had mixed feelings in his heart at the moment, and had a preliminary judgment on the scene - Xu Moyan was definitely not a thing in the pool.

He made a correct judgment at the moment, and immediately put on a smile, and said, "We might as well go to the examination to see how this poem written by Brother Xu is?" Doesn't that make sense of everything? ”

He did this for two reasons.

The first layer is to verify that Xu Moyan has triggered the talent of heaven and earth because he wrote good poems.

The second meaning is that if the poem written by Xu Moyan is copied, then he can turn his face in public, give him a hard blow, and drive him out of Lanyue Tower.

The students went to the examination and evaluation seat one after another, asking for the poems written by Xu Moyan to be read in public.

Kaojiao was about to get up and send this poem to the master on the fifth floor, but he didn't expect everyone to come over and have to listen to it.

There is no choice but to recite the poem in public:

"Drunk and looking at the sword ......"

The sound of the examination fell, and the audience was silent.

Xu Moyan spread his hands, stood behind the crowd, and muttered, "Don't blame me, blame Xin for abandoning illness." ”

"This is General Cao, right?"

Someone spoke in silence.

Cao Renshi, the general of Jin Wuwei, the six-grade strength period of martial arts, guarded the border all the year round, and fought with the Saiwai Fanzi for many years to protect the country.

His name has resounded throughout Unai, and there is no one who does not know.

"That's right! I think so. ”

"Only such a general can be worthy of the praise of poems that have been passed down through the ages."

“……”

Okay, whoever you say is whoever you say.

I'm afraid that no one will follow.

All the fingers will be pointed at themselves.

Rumble!

Xu Moyan only felt that the heat in his body was unbearable.

The golden light was uncontrollable and crashed around.

The red light of the evil spell tried to stop it, but it didn't work at all.

cough cough cough ......

Xu Moyan kept coughing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the hour is not early, I will go back to stabilize my talent, please forgive me."

After speaking.

Without waiting for everyone to respond, he went downstairs.

He had to go home and fall asleep as soon as possible, go to the Confucian and Taoist Sacred Palace, and see what was going on.

Everyone looked at the back of Xu Moyan leaving, and they were full of emotion.

In the corner where no one was paying attention, there was a pair of eyes silently observing everything that happened at the scene, and soon after Xu Moyan left, he also left.