The rain falls on the Mandarin Duck Tile, and the light sound is accompanied by it.

The steep spring breeze is wrapped in cold, blowing in the simple house, making people's bodies can't help but be covered with a touch of coldness, and goosebumps are raised.

After preliminary grading, An Le already had a little grasp of the first exam question of this Spring Festival, but the last question made him frown.

The question of whether the Northern Expedition is or not actually appeared in the Spring Expedition exam questions, and the candidates answered this question, not the question, and it can even be said to be a statement of position.

"Qin Xiang's unified examination, this question is not the question of Qin Xiang."

An Le chuckled and shook his head, probably guessing this.

Slowly shake off the idea of this question in his mind, in fact, for An Le, the answer to this question is almost imminent.

And this answer will definitely not be appreciated by the questioner, and it is even possible that the questioner will give a zero score.

Therefore, Anle needs to get all the points from other places, which is the safest way, in the case of discarding a big question, the other scores are in hand, in order to steadily rush to the top of the list.

After grinding the ink, An Le dipped the pen in the wolf, and began to do the questions on the volume.

Perhaps because of the practice, my memory has improved a lot, and the books I have read are all imprinted in my mind, whether it is the original reading memory of this body, or the reading memory that has crossed over, all of them are floating in my heart.

Writing on snow-white paper, rustling and recalling softly, it is like a person dragging his legs and feet in the desert, outlining and leaving all kinds of traces.

In the first session of the Spring Festival, the content of the test is very complicated, such as etiquette, holy words, scriptures, demon treatises, etc., all of which are within the scope of the question.

"The people are incompetent; Wei Weihu, its success is also, and it has articles. ”

For example, this question comes from the famous passage in the holy language, and the question is from the rules, which belongs to the question of sending points, and An Le thought about it for a while, and then clarified the meaning of its expression: the sage is too great, the people can't think of words to praise him, and his merits are too remarkable, like a ray of light shining in all directions.

When answering the question, he should first praise the educational merits of the ancient sages, name the things that the sages have done to benefit the people, and what talents they have used, and then express their determination to learn from the sages to do things that benefit the people and do great things for the people, and so on.

In fact, there are many such questions, mainly depending on the review question.

For example, there is a very simple question: "Water, fire, metal, wood, earth, and valley cultivation." ”

This is a question from the scriptures, it needs to be carefully examined, it seems to be a simple question, but in fact, the breaking point is quite complicated, water can irrigate, fire can cook, gold can cut, wood can be built, soil can be planted, grain can be nurtured, it is the six mansions, is the natural birth of heaven and earth to give birth to all creatures.

Therefore, we have to think of ideas, virtue is only good governance, government is to support the people, and the government of the sages is to help the people deal with the six mansions well, arrange them well, and have a smooth wind and rain, and the country and the people are safe.

An Le grinds ink and dips the pen and writes on the rolling paper, he does not use a board bridge body, but a neat and clear shape.

It's still quite important to divide this kind of thing.

Each question is actually the examiner's examination of the candidate, the process of secretly competing, and even the careful thinking of the questioner.

There are many questions that the questioner only extracts, or even recites the full text silently, and it is easy to answer the wrong answer.

For example, one title says: "Endow the scholar with the first instrument to know the words." ”

This question is extremely insidious, hiding the stem of the second half of the question, the original sentence is "scholars first understand and then literature", if you don't know the whole sentence, it is very likely that the answer will be biased, giving the examiner an impression that the question is not clear.

Doing the question is a process of intrigue, but with Anle's current mental strength, it doesn't feel too difficult.

In the Mud Pill Palace in the center of the eyebrows, the sword furnace contains a sonorous sword qi.

Even in the process of doing questions again and again, the mind slowly grows, and doing the questions is also to nourish the spirit, and even, there is the breath of calligraphy and ink, which is absorbed by the ink pool on the waist.

The ink pool is the sword of the book, there is incense in the painting, there is incense in the book, and the ink pool can be raised.

Before you know it, time passes like sand between your fingers.

When night fell, the spring rain was dripping, and in the examination room of the Academy of Arts, the lamps prepared by the candidates were lit one after another, like sparks in the dark night, and the mountains were hazy.

Heavy curtains cover the lights.

The wind is uncertain, people are quiet at the beginning, and the peach blossoms should be full of tomorrow.

When the paper questions were distributed, the outside world also got the specific exam questions.

In many noble mansions, there are already Confucian scholars who are analyzing the exam questions and answering the exam questions.

Of course, more mansions are purely curious about the exam questions.

Lin Mansion, Tianbo Water Pavilion.

Li Youan, Lin Siye and Mrs. Hua were chatting, and the three of them enjoyed the spring rain in the water pavilion at night, and watched some distinctive topics on the paper with the light of candles.

"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."

Mrs. Hua lazily recited the title of this question.

In the Tianbo Water Pavilion, a slightly playful chuckle suddenly came out.

"Sure enough, it's a question that only that Qin Xiangye can make."

Li Youan sneered and shook his head.

"This question is obviously a question of dividing positions, and you don't need to think about it, you won't get a point."

Li Youan took a sip of tea and said.

Lin Siye's eyes also flickered with a hint of speechlessness, shook his head, and sighed lightly.

"With the temperament of everyone, this question will definitely give the answer to the Northern Expedition, and the galloping horse can see its spirit, and the green mountains given by the predecessors, if you choose to follow the topic, the main push to give up the Northern Expedition, and maintain the current situation, it is really ridiculous."

"Low eyebrows and waist bending is not the style of the An family."

Lin Siye said confidently.

Hello Lee and Mrs. Hua naturally understand this truth.

"Now it seems that An Le won't really be able to enter the palace meeting."

Mrs. Hua pursed her red lips and couldn't help but say.

In the sky and water, the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Li Youan held the hot tea and smiled lightly: "That's not necessarily, it's easy to take the test before entering the palace, except for this big question, you can answer all the other questions correctly, it's not a difficult thing." ”

Lin Siye glanced at Li Youan, you are the champion, you are amazing

For ordinary scribes and Confucian scholars, they need to rest late at night and recuperate themselves before they can continue to answer tomorrow.

However, for practitioners, the mind is full of energy, as brilliant as the sun, and the spirit can be clear without sleep.

It was late at night, and An Le was still answering questions.

In addition to the big question of whether to go on the Northern Expedition or not, the other topics are not difficult for An Le, and the predecessor can use ten hands, and after practicing Anle, the memory is even more profound.

A lot of knowledge, a lot of questions are engraved in the mind, when thinking, like the petals of the peach blossoms blown off by the spring breeze, those answers are recorded on the peach blossoms, he only needs to twist a peach blossom, copy the answers on it.

There were three days in the first session of the Spring Festival, but it was only a day of peace, so I answered all the questions.

Finally, An Le turned to the last big question of "On the Northern Expedition or not".

His gaze fell on it, and he stared intently for a long time.

Nowadays, among the imperial family of Great Zhao, there are actually many people who advocate the Northern Expedition, but most of them are military generals of Wumiao, such as the general Ye Longsheng, Wukui Dizang and other strong people.

Most of the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Literature were reluctant to go on the Northern Expedition, believing that the Northern Expedition was not only a matter of military generals, but also a matter of all the people in the world.

Positions, Taoism, knowledge, and other reasons have directly led to the intensification of the contradictions between the two, and the competition between the two is endless.

An Le held his chin in one hand, bathed in the candlelight, and began to fall into thought, for him, this question actually had an answer.

Da Zhao moved south for 500 years, prosperous like a dream and ecstasy, has long worn out the fighting spirit of too many people, forgot the heroic and tragic move to the south, but peace and happiness are not the same, he has watched Zhao Huangting's golden years, witnessed the tragic song.

He has seen the military generals crying blood and crying unwillingly, he has seen the civil and military officials kneeling on the shipboard, crying and blaming themselves facing their homeland, and he has also seen someone so angry that he picked up a broken bamboo sword and killed the Yuanmeng Emperor, who was the first in the world.

Just like the sentence that only the ambition to eat Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for the blood of the Huns, can relieve the resentment in the heart.

Qin Xiang, as a person who strongly opposed the Northern Expedition, since this question came up, the purpose is naturally self-evident, that is, to screen and beat.

An Le knew very well that he probably wouldn't score much points on this question.

In this case, it is meaningless to answer carefully, so why not let go of the answer, write and ink wantonly, and express your heart directly

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of An Le's lips couldn't help but pick.

His mind was slightly excited, he dipped his pen in ink, pondered for a while, and began to write in the blank space of the title:

"Since ancient times, emperors have ruled the world, all of them have lived in the middle of the earth to control the barbarians, and the barbarians have lived outside to serve the middle earth, and they have not heard of the barbarians living in the middle earth and controlling the world."

After the opening, An Le's eyes were bright, the more he read, the more excited he became, and to the north of the Canglang River, he saw how many generals wept and wept blood, and he was unwilling in his heart.

"The cycle of heavenly fortune, the prosperity of the Middle Earth, in the midst of billions of trillions, when the saint is born, the Hu Lu is expelled, the Middle Earth is restored, the Chen Ji is established, and the people are relieved"

"Cover the people of my Middle Earth, and heaven will command the people of my Middle Earth to be safe, and the barbarians will be able to rule for fear that the Middle Earth will be polluted and bloody for a long time, and the people will be disturbed, so we should strive to clear it, and aim to chase away the barbarians, eliminate the riots, so that the people can get their place, and the shame of the snow and the earth."

The central idea of the article is to drive out the Tartars and restore China

Advocate the Northern Expedition

Outside the house.

In the dead of night, the spring rain is rapid, a rainstorm comes suddenly, the rain that falls is like the wrath of the sky, smashing down the world, and the peach blossoms are scattered

An Le put down the pen in a hurry, and felt the sound of the rainstorm in his ears, like the angry cry of thousands of troops.

Watching the old man's years of flowing gold are all in front of him, and the lamentation, roar, crying and other emotions on the Canglang River are all surging into my heart, and after condensing into a cloud, the electricity flows rapidly, and the explosion is thunderous

Anyway, I let go of writing, and I don't have any psychological burden at all.

Qin Xiang

I bird you

This article even has a faint meaning of writing, and its ambition is magnificent, like the brilliant sun melting the mountain snow

The pen fell into a storm, and Wen Cheng cried ghosts and gods

The heavy rain this night seems to echo the article on the title of the An Le volume

The rich breath of calligraphy and ink surged out, and the sword furnace in the heart of the eyebrows seemed to be constantly trembling when writing this article, and the sword qi was sonorous and sonorous according to the heart.

The torrential rain outside the house, such as the sword waterfall, constantly echoes with the sword furnace in the heart of An Le Meixin, constantly growing, constantly sonorous, and almost wants to erupt out.

The ink pool on his waist trembled and floated up, and the sword light in the house was diffuse, and the ink pool was relaxing.

The breath of calligraphy and ink is constantly integrated into the ink pool, and the rank of the ink pool is constantly improving, and there is a vague appearance of breaking the five grades

The literary academy, the forest path leads to the thatched house.

Under the thatched house, the charcoal stove boils boiling water, and the heat rises.

The third master sat under the eaves, his old face wrinkled and stacked, looking at the increasingly majestic rain, and every drop of rain seemed to hide a little slaughter.

The third master got up, his shirt was soaked in the spring rain in an instant, he stretched out his hand and twisted a grain of rain, staring at the raindrops with cloudy eyes, only feeling the raindrops.

"Is it because of the spring?"

"It's not like it, someone is making a killing article"

The third master narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, the third master looked sharply into the depths of the Academy, and the essence in his eyes flashed.

With one step, the noisy and majestic rainstorm was suddenly cut in half, like a curtain opened.

In the depths of the Literary Academy, there is no wordless text and song monument.

The three masters floated in, hunting in the wind with a Confucian shirt.

Not only him, but also a figure strolling in the rain, dressed in Confucian shirts, is the second master Pang Ji with whom he shared ink and bamboo paintings before.

"Second Master."

A smile appeared in the eyes of the third master, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed when he saw it appear.

The second master also responded with a deacon.

However, as soon as the two of them finished fighting, their hearts moved, and they couldn't help but look in one direction, where the wind and rain seemed to be solidified, and the sound of footsteps came slowly.

A rickety old figure, walking in the rain, seems to shrink into inches.

It looks like the wind and candles are old, but the majesty of the pervasive mind seems to be able to make countless showers return to the sky with a single thought.

"Master."

Seeing this, the third master, Wang Banshan, and the second master, Pang Ji, couldn't help but be surprised, and never thought that tonight would provoke this master to get out of the customs.

The old Confucian walked to the two of them, also as a return salute, and the three old men stopped talking, and all looked at the wordless Wenqu monument standing in the depths of the literary academy.

"Wenqu monument moves, you are also aware of it"

The eldest doctor said slowly in a hoarse voice.

"The Wenqu tablet is the treasure of my literary academy, and the Wumiao Wukui stone is the same, it has extraordinary significance, on weekdays, those talented Confucian students on the Wenqu list, they will all take the proud article to the Wenqu tablet to read, but except for the original Li Youan and the mountain master Su Zhanxian provoked the vision of the Wenqu tablet, it has never been moved."

The second master, Pang Ji, frowned and thought: "Maybe it is the article approved by the Spring Qu Monument this time, so that the Wenqu Monument can be moved." ”

The third master, Wang Banshan, stroked his beard, and his eyes flashed with a look of thought.

The master raised his hand and gently picked up the Wenqu tablet, and a wisp of literary qi seemed to sweep out of it, lingering on his fingertips.

"It's meaningless to guess and guess, I'll just wait to watch it, the article that can move the text and song monument is still a little exciting."

The three masters immediately smiled.

The next moment, the curtain was split by the rainstorm, and the three of them stepped out, following the direction of the fluttering Wenqi.

Unconsciously, the three of them broke through the rain curtain, but they silently came to a house and looked up.

And he saw the inside of the house

The corners of the young man's lips are flying, the pen is fast, and the ink pool is flying.

The heart is full of ambition, and the sword is full of energy

"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.