The spring rain is one after another, and the end of each one means that it is one step closer to the opening of the spring festival.

Now, the spring is finally blooming, and a grand event is like a spring apricot and peach, blooming all over Lin'an.

For every person who studies hard in the cold window, the middle lift is just the beginning, and going to Lin'an to catch the exam and hitting the gold list that everyone wants to squeeze is the ultimate goal.

As a sacred place for scholars in Dazhao, it is not the first time that the Academy of Literature has held a spring festival, and many people think that it is more ceremonial to hold a spring festival in the Academy of Letters.

Hugh leans on the high-rise building and is melancholy, and the city is full of peaches and plums for spring.

The green grass beside the stone path is washed by the spring rain, and the young leaves are reborn, as if containing sharp sword intent, tearing open the shroud of the entire cold winter and waving it to the world.

Anle climbs the stone steps, the spring rain is like oil, down the steps, and the spring is diffuse.

On the road, there were many literati with their children on their backs, carrying their bags, their faces were solemn, and there was a look of nervousness, for any student who had studied hard for ten years, the pressure of the spring was extremely great, and few people kept a normal heart.

Without seeing many acquaintances, An Le followed the stone path and came to the black and white literary academy complex.

Walking on the bluestone road, in the distance, there were gradually more people, and a literati wearing Confucian shirts were queuing, waiting to enter the examination room of the Academy of Literature.

The white walls and black tiles are like the atmosphere of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

A little bit of greenery climbs up the white wall, like an embellishment in the freehand smoke and rain landscape, which becomes more and more hazy.

In the distance, there was a familiar figure, carrying a huge bag, which contained not only exam supplies, but also some food.

After all, not all candidates are cultivators, and they can answer questions without eating or drinking for three days and three nights.

Spring is divided into three sessions, each of which lasts for three days, starting from the ninth day of the first month, and the examination room is held once every three days, and then you need to enter the examination room again.

It is a test for the physique, will, and so on of the candidates.

But that's just an ordinary examinee, and it's also the people who are facing the second list of jinshi, if you want to hit the first list of jinshi, after all the exams, you have to refer to it for another day.

There will be an assessment of the cultivation.

All examinations are conducted in the Faculty of Arts, even the final assessment of cultivation.

In the Academy of Literature, the number of people gathered is really a lot, although the number of people in the Great Zhao Dynasty has been reduced after the southward move, but there are still more than 3,000 candidates from all over the Great Zhao Dynasty.

When An Le saw Liu Yue, Liu Yue from Huating was talking to two literati with confident smiles on their faces.

"Brother An, this is Brother Xu and Brother Zhu, the last time I mentioned to you, the meeting was held by Brother Xu."

When Liu Yue saw An Le, his eyes lit up slightly, and he hurriedly greeted him, and introduced the scribes around him by the way.

The Confucian surnamed Xu was not interested in An Le, but just hugged his fists slightly, said goodbye to Liu Yue, and turned around with the other person to leave.

Liu Yue was slightly embarrassed, he didn't dare to introduce An Le's name without An Le's consent, and he never thought that the other party would be so faceless.

An Le didn't care, the other party didn't even have the energy of the years, and the cultivators were not, so naturally An Le couldn't be cared about.

Liu Yue saw that An Le's bags were so simple, and his heart became more and more sure of his guess, and the smile on his face was even worse.

A well-known painter and an unfathomable cultivator, who is very different from him in status, can actually talk with him very happily, which shows that the other party is really friends with him.

The queue was very long, and An Le and Liu Yue were chatting and waiting.

In the process, An Le also glanced at the team, and he could see that there were many cultivators mixed in with it, and there was a sense of time on his body.

In fact, there are not many people who come from all over the world to attack the first list of Jinshi, and most of the cultivators are studying in the Academy of Literature, and they have other channels and privileges to enter the examination room, so they will not waste their time queuing here.

Taking advantage of the gap in the queue, Liu Yue gave An Le the lineup of examiners for this Spring Festival.

"There are two examiners in this spring, the chief examiner is Xu You, the left waiter of the Ministry of Rites, the deputy chief examiner is Yan Chaoqing, and there are ten fellow examiners, as invigilators and inner curtain views, of course, the last person who coordinates everything is the prime minister of the dynasty."

Liu Yue took a deep breath and said.

"Qin Xiang coordinates everything, why is the chief examiner not the Ministry of Rites," An Le asked suspiciously.

Liu Yue was in Lin'an during this time, and the news was much more than that of An Le, who was immersed in retreat and penance.

"Originally, he was the chief examiner of the Ministry of Rites, but something happened later, because of his close relationship with the Lin Mansion, the Ministry of Rites was impeached and removed from this position by Qin Xiang, and was replaced by Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites, Zuo Shilang was a student of Qin Xiang, and he was trusted by Qin."

Liu Yue squinted his eyes and whispered that he naturally didn't dare to speak out loud with such gossip.

An Le nodded, frowning slightly, Qin Xiangfu was really pressing on the Lin Mansion step by step, and even the Ministry of Rites Shangshu, which had a slight relationship with the Lin Mansion, was affected, this move was undoubtedly to deter the court, so that all parties related to the Lin Mansion could draw a clear line with the Lin Mansion.

The turmoil has gradually risen, and only standing on the edge, you can feel its agitated sharpness.

After waiting in line for almost half an hour, they finally approached the Yuanmen search office.

There was a soldier with a sword at his waist and a covered armor, staring coldly at the candidates.

"Why do you wear a sword?"

The surveillance officer who searched looked at An Le and shouted.

This monitor is a cultivator, and his shouts are mixed with the power of his mind, and a faint force is formed, if he is not a cultivator, or a person with a fragile mind, he is afraid that he will be drunk and lose his mind.

But the peace of mind has been detached, and it has no effect at all.

Facing the questioning of the surveillance officer, An Le bent his finger and tapped on the ink pool, and the ink pool swept up, and there was a faint burst of mystery.

"It contains a small holy order, some privileges, and you can enter with a sword, which shows that the official does not salute."

An Le said calmly.

The monitoring officer's mind instantly converged, and in the face of the ink pool that released the qi, he instantly thought of the An family, who is now famous in Lin'an.

After all, the deeds of Wang Qinhe of the Wang family who challenged the An family to be crushed are still a joke after dinner.

"It turned out to be the An family, that is to be abrupt, and you can enter with a sword."

The surveillance officer clenched his fists.

After the surveillance officer routinely searched An Le's luggage to prevent cheating, as well as some small items on his body, he immediately let him go, and ordered someone to take An Le to the examination room registered on the exam card.

This scene naturally caused the shock and uproar of the Confucian students in line.

Ann everyone

The young man who was too young lifted people turned out to be the famous Lin'an, who made ink and bamboo paintings and galloped horses

Or what kind of little saint is on the list

Even Liu Yue was shocked, he knew that the An family was a cultivator, but he never thought that such a cultivator with a card could actually enter the examination room with a sword

And the person surnamed Xu, who had just completed the search and was still storing the messy luggage that had been turned over, suddenly became ugly, and secretly regretted the opportunity he had just missed. Text

That's everyone

However, this candidate surnamed Xu quickly reined in his thoughts, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, when he entered the high school B list, he would be introduced by Liu Yue at that time, and he could climb the relationship again.

As for the Spring Exam questions, he is stable and very confident

After An Le said goodbye to Liu Yue, he followed the soldiers sent by the surveillance officer to the examination room.

A separate small room arranged according to the test number on the test card is the number room.

These days, the candidates are answering questions, eating, and so on.

Until all the questions in the Spring Exam are answered, no other candidates can be seen from each other.

It is also thanks to the fact that the Academy of Arts covers a wide enough area and has enough buildings to arrange the number of more than 3,000 candidates.

Sit quietly in the dormitory, optimistic about the scenery outside.

The environment of the Academy of Arts is quite good, a spring rain baptism, winding paths are quiet, there are peach blossom trees blooming with spring peaches on the path, and some apricot blossoms blooming with the beauty of spring.

The light rain was dripping, hitting the black tiles of the house, and there was a crisp sound, which was quite quiet.

An Le slowly closed his eyes and waited for the exam to start.

Between the peach grove and apricot trees of the Academy of Literature, a quiet path is opened, and a thatched house can be seen.

Under the spring breeze blowing, the spring rain is inclined and sprinkled, under the eaves of the thatched house, someone boils tea, the charcoal stove boils the water, and the hot air rises, like curling clouds, rushing straight up.

In the thatched cottage of the third master and the king of the middle of the mountain, a distinguished guest came today, so he made tea to greet him.

The visitor was dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, with a solemn face, a light beard, and a bit of sharpness in his eyes, quietly waiting for the tea of the third master.

He seemed to be very patient and not in a hurry at all, even though the spring in the Academy of Literature was about to begin.

"This time, the master has a promising candidate"

After a long time, when the third master pushed a cup of ordinary tea in front of him, the visitor took a sip and said with a smile.

"Qin Xiangyan is serious, the children of the Academy of Literature are all my students, and I am completely optimistic about their participation in the Spring Festival." The third master held the hot tea in both hands and chuckled.

"There are high and low levels of knowledge, not to mention students, everyone will have their own choice to believe in the object and optimistic object, the third master is also a person, how can he achieve a bowl of water evenly, without losing bias."

Qin Lishi smiled faintly, but there was something in his words.

The third master, Wang Banshan, looked lazy, glanced at Qin Lishi, and said: "Qin Xiang has said so, then the old man will say it directly, the famous An family, a piece of ink bamboo, and a galloping horse, make the old man impressed, and the old man is optimistic that he will try before entering the palace." ”

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became a little colder.

The smile on Qin Lishi's face disappeared, and his slender eyes seemed to be a little cold, staring at the third master.

"Third Master, this An family seems to be deeply involved with the Lin Mansion."

The third master took a sip of hot tea: "The old man doesn't see everywhere, only looks at his talent, the ink bamboo can see the wind and bones, and the galloping horse can be appreciable, this son is really good." ”

"Painting is good, it doesn't mean that learning is good, and the Spring Imperial Examination is not about painting." Qin Lishi shook his head: "Master is optimistic about a painter, where does this place those talented Confucian students on the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature?"

Stand up and stop drinking tea.

He had already gotten the answer he wanted from the third master.

He came here to test the attitude of the third master, since the third master mentioned this young man who had a deep relationship with the Lin Mansion, his attitude was self-evident, and he was more inclined to the Lin family.

Qin Lishi naturally lost his interest in drinking tea.

The famous An family, Qin Lishi really couldn't appreciate it.

Lin Fuhua Xie Bing admired the person, and he Qin Lishi naturally added a little coldness.

"Qin Xiang walks slowly, don't send it."

The third master chuckled.

Qin Lishi crashed into the spring rain with his hands on his back, and his figure gradually blurred between the mountain fog.

The third master took a sip of tea, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "This time, the question of the Spring Festival, but Qin Lishi's question, I don't know how this young man who painted ink and bamboo will answer."

Lin Mansion, Tianbo Water Pavilion.

In the big pool, the koi fish tumble from time to time, causing a piece of spring color.

After Li Youan sprinkled a handful of bait, he turned his head to look at Mrs. Hua, who was lying on the couch on her side, quietly reading.

"How can you be so calm"

Li Youan said with a smile.

"An Le is a must-have for painting, but talent can actually be learned from painting, and there is no need to worry about it."

"It's not a suspense to be on the top list, it's mainly about whether you can beat the talented Confucian students on the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature, and the key is to get the place in the pre-palace examination."

Mrs. Hua flipped through a page of demon theory and said lightly.

"The number of places in front of the palace will be divided into the first list of jinshi, there are only ten, and the rest are all recommended by the honorable officials, and now the recommendation quota has long ended, if you can't get into the top ten, then there is no hope for the palace to try."

"Those talented Confucian students on the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature and Literature have a hand in learning, and it is really a bit difficult for An Le to try before entering the palace."

Li Youan smiled lightly and took a sip of the Longjing in the cup: "Besides, this time the question Qin Xiang came out, it must be very tricky, with a happy temperament, I think it hangs." ”

Mrs. Flower's long eyelashes twitched slightly.

"If you can't enter the palace, you won't be able to enter the palace, and the province will be forced to get involved in the turmoil, causing embarrassment."

Li Youan nodded and looked at the corner of the water pavilion.

"That's true, but if you haven't even entered the palace test, it will inevitably make people feel a little pity, and even make people feel ashamed."

"Wow"

In the academy, a distant bell ringing constantly lingers between the foothills.

All the candidates who entered the examination room according to the examination card were quiet and waited for the beginning of spring.

A soldier covered with armor, with a knife at his waist, stood outside the number building, staring at every candidate, his expression was like a fierce god, if the candidate was suspected of cheating, he would be pulled out mercilessly.

The ringing of a bell, in addition to keeping the candidates silent, also means the distribution of paper questions.

Officials dressed in official robes, carrying sealed papers in baskets, began to distribute the first spring papers in one room after another.

Another bell rang, as if it had shattered the spring rain.

This means that candidates can start grading.

For a while, the sound of flipping through the questions of the papers, like the waves of the Hanhai Sea, spread in the air above the Academy of Literature in an instant, and it was really like a sea of learning in the waves.

Every Confucian student is looking forward to and curious about the questions, after all, it is about their future and prospects, and careful reading of the questions can help them analyze the hidden traps in the exam questions and prevent them from falling into them and losing their marks.

There was a nervous look on the face of each candidate.

Even cultivators who have practiced frowned, although cultivation can increase their strength, but they do not have much advantage in learning.

Of course, the competition object of the cultivators is not the ordinary Confucian students of the second list, but the Confucian cultivators who are also competing for the first list of Jinshi, so the pressure will be much greater.

Between the houses, it seems to be a variety of states in the world.

Liu Yue flipped through the exam questions, his face showed a contemplative look, and he was grinding ink while thinking about the way and skills to answer.

The Confucian surnamed Xu, who was a few rooms away from him, had a slight flash of joy in his eyes, and then, the wolf drank a lot of ink and couldn't wait to put down the pen.

The spring is cold, and the ice and rain are drops.

An Le wiped off a drop of spring rain stained on his face, and while grinding the ink, he read all the exam questions in general.

There is also a bit of confidence and answers in my heart.

Suddenly, his grinding movements froze, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on the last question of the paper.

The topic was very short, but it made An Le's eyes narrow slightly.

"Great Zhao moved south for 500 years, Emperor Yuanmeng is still angry, and there are countless fierce generals under his command, asking: On the Northern Expedition or not."

ps: Overestimate yourself, I still can't finish writing before twelve o'clock, and the third update is coming, and I will continue to ask for a wave of monthly tickets for the alliance boss to rush the new book monthly ticket list

"Brother Shen"

"Hmm"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.