The four walls are far away and the sky is emerald, and the seven floors are high and leaning on the evening star.

The night gradually climbed high into the sky, the stars filled the sky, and the moon was like frost.

Lin'an Mansion, the Ministry of Rites.

With the end of the first session of the Spring Festival, the Ministry of Rites began to review the papers intensively, and the papers of the candidates in the examination room of the Academy of Arts were transported to the Ministry of Rites.

After several strict procedures, the papers were distributed, and then distributed to many examiners.

Cross-marking is conducted, and if there are objections, multiple examiners are conducted to ensure that there are no misjudgments.

There are more than 3,000 papers, each of which is full of answers, even if it is just a review, but it takes a lot of time and effort.

Every examiner eats and lives in the Ministry of Rites and the government these days.

The cold lamp splashed with light.

One by one, the officials began to read carefully, because the references were all people from all over the world, and they had gone through a lot of screening before they could reach Lin'an, and their ability to write articles did not need to be questioned.

The Spring Examination is to select higher and high-quality talents from a group of tall ones.

The sound of turning the page is like the sound of waves set off by the bamboo leaves in the bamboo sea in the middle of the night.

The tables are arranged one by one, and the examiners sit upright, holding wolf stained cinnabar red ink for comments and scoring, and evaluate the candidates' entry points for each question and the proximity to the answers.

The atmosphere is tense but also somewhat harmonious.

However, the only thing that made the examiner a little dissatisfied was the big question of this Spring Expedition, that is, the big question about whether the Northern Expedition was or not.

It's too cookie-cutter, dozens of candidates in succession, all of the articles they wrote were against the Northern Expedition, and the words even faintly revealed the intention of flattering and getting close to Qin Xiang, and the attitude was too obvious and boring.

Of course, not all candidates opposed the Northern Expedition, and there were a few candidates who chose to support the Northern Expedition, but the article did not have any substantive arguments, and the Northern Expedition should be launched unreasonably and unjustifiably just with full of enthusiasm, so the examiner just glanced at it and directly did not give points.

There is no need for any suspense and argument.

After reviewing for a long time, many examiners stretched their waists, got up and moved, and emptied their heads and minds that were filled with candidates' knowledge.

Suddenly, a few people saw an examiner sitting upright at the desk, with a straight waist, wide eyes, and a beard that seemed to tremble slightly, and the whole person was completely trapped in the article, unable to extricate himself.

The examiner's face was flushed, and the membrane flushed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After a long time, there was a loud and excited shout, accompanied by a violent slapping of the table.

For a while, many relaxed examiners looked at each other in surprise, confusion, and speechlessness.

Isn't it just to review the candidate's answers, as for being so excited?

"Okay, well-written, my generation of Great Zhao officials, how can we sit back and watch the land of Middle-earth suffer the bloody humiliation of barbarians! We are the orthodox of Middle-earth! ”

This examiner may also have an angry heart hidden in his body, which exploded at this moment.

The sound of praise and comments kept bursting out of his mouth, and his red face was almost full of tears.

But this article was really written in his heart, igniting the anger in his heart.

"Cross the river! Cross the river! ”

The examiner slapped the table and yelled.

Many examiners are discolored, crazy, this is ......

This time, it was Qin Xiang who coordinated everything, and he was notoriously opposed to the Northern Expedition faction, and this examiner dared to shout so loudly, wouldn't he be acting against Qin.

However, several examiners were also curious, and they came over one after another to review the article that made this colleague so out of shape and shouted "cross the river".

The starlight is like a bucket, and the moonlight is cold.

After a while, several examiners put down the article, and all of them were full of emotions, and there was an incomprehensible meaning surging in their chests.

If it weren't for them controlling their own emotions, they would even be eager to shout "cross the river" like the first examiner with a temperament!

The word "crossing the river" is the last words of the reluctant general of Biansai who died with hatred back then.

It's only two words, but it's fierce.

Now, they finally have a little nostalgia when they look at the word "article".

"How?"

"According to the answer, no points can be given, because there is no topic, as far as I am concerned, I would like to give him full marks, because this article, with the momentum of the text, is sprinkled, but it has aroused the fire of ambition in my heart."

The examiners discussed with each other.

"Present it to Lord Qin Xiang and let him comment."

In the end, the examiners unanimously gave a decision.

Above the high hall of the Ministry of Rites, the green lanterns are lit, and the fire is faint, reflecting the bright hall in the house like day.

The night is thin and cool, accompanied by moonlight and lights.

Qin Xiang Qin Lishi sat on the main case, looking at the candidate papers in front of him, which were submitted by many examiners, frowned slightly, and observed.

His complexion was as usual, but there was a little bit of determination in the depths of his eyes.

"Expel the Hulu and restore the ...... of Middle-earth"

"It's easy and simple to say, but how can it be so easy, Emperor Yuanmeng swallowed thousands of miles, ranked first and fifteen hundred years in the world, no one shook his status, and Zhao Lang, but he couldn't find anyone who could beat him, if the Northern Expedition was about to start, who would check and balance Emperor Yuanmeng?"

"Although the statement is impassioned and magnificent, it is only on paper after all."

Qin Lishi actually appreciates this article, but appreciate it, no matter how well the article is written, it will not shake the idea of opposing the Northern Expedition in his heart, how good the current situation is, the prosperity of Lin'an, even the Kyoto of the Yuanmeng Empire is far from comparable.

And the Northern Expedition ...... Once defeated, the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry may be able to cross the Canglang River and crush the dream-like prosperity that Dazhao has continued for 500 years.

"The Yuanmeng Empire is indeed powerful, but if my Great Zhao unites the Dali Kingdom and the Western Liang Kingdom, and the three parties join forces like an iron wall, even the Yuanmeng Emperor may not be able to shake it easily, and it will naturally continue to be prosperous for five hundred years."

Qin Lishi put down the article, dipped his pen and drank cinnabar, and then commented.

Although the article is good, it is not scored, because it is too biased with his mind.

Indifferent to the book comment, Qin Lishi put this volume aside, he knew that this big question had not been scored, and this candidate was afraid that he was destined to fail.

Qin Lishi was even a little curious about whose name it would be under this vague name.

"Maybe it was written by a student on the literary music list of the third master, Wang Banshan."

Qin Lishi smiled faintly.

Suddenly, Qin Lishi's heart moved, and he raised his eyes to look out of the window of the Ministry of Rites, as if there was starlight in a dream, and it condensed into a starlight phantom in front of the window.

"Second Master."

Qin Lishi was stunned, looked at the starlight figure, and couldn't help but say.

The rickety second master made a gesture towards Qin Xiang, then walked to Qin Lishi's side, pointed to the article on the table, and said: "The Wenqu tablet has been moved by this text, if Qin Xiang doesn't give a cent, it will be difficult for the master to explain, and it will not be easy to explain on the side of the Academy." ”

When Qin Lishi heard this, his face froze, and his heart shook when he looked at the article on the volume that had just been criticized by him.

This article provoked a monument to the song?!

Qin Lishi only felt a haze in his heart.

Isn't it, the Academy of Literature also thinks that when the Northern Expedition?!

Looking at this article again, Qin Lishi didn't appreciate it at all, only anger and disgust.

But no matter how angry he is, he can't do it, so he can only carry the disgust in his heart, change the score, and give him a few points, otherwise, the article that can lead to the movement of the literary song will not be worth any points here.

It is bound to provoke the disgust of those old-fashioned Confucians who came out of the Academy.

……

……

The next day, dawn.

Birds and birds call for sunshine, invading the eaves of the eaves.

An Le ended the night's meditation as usual, and his body and mind were almost overflowing.

Walking to the courtyard, began to practice the ancient demon five birds, the spring examination room has not practiced the ancient demon five birds for three days, An Le only felt uncomfortable.

Happily fight an ancient demon five birds, the demon energy, qi and blood, and spirit are intertwined, and there is a faint demon tiger phantom roaring galaxy, and there are fierce mountains and mountains.

As the drill intensified, An Le's control of the ancient demon vision became more and more profound.

After some drills, An Le changed into a white dress, took the ink pool and the green mountain, put on his bags, and went to participate in the spring festival again.

Under the clear sky, the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms exude fragrance, and on both sides of the road, the trees are shady, and the young man steps up the stone steps to the literary courtyard.

The remaining two spring festivals, there was no wave, for An Le, and the first situation did not change much, the first day of normal questions, the last two days of cross-knee practice, visualization of the sword waterfall.

I don't know if it's the atmosphere of spring or what the reason is, An Le visualized the sword waterfall in the house, only to feel that his mind rose very high, and he almost stepped into the state of perfection.

When the spring was completely over, An Le walked out of the house with the green mountain ink pool on his waist.

The warm sun was projected down from the gap between the peach blossoms, and An Le squinted, unconsciously feeling a little relieved.

Spring is too important in the world, it is an opportunity for the fish to jump into the dragon gate, everyone's nerves are tense, and now it is finally over, and there is a kind of relaxed feeling of fish entering the sea.

The candidates left the Academy of Arts in twos and threes, got into the carriage, or went back to prepare a banquet to invite friends to drink, or went to the Zuixiang Building to celebrate, or planned to go to the Linhua Pavilion to taste the tenderness of the bones.

However, for many candidates who want to hit the first list of Jinshi, the spring season is not over yet, and there is still a test of cultivation.

On the second day, An Le only came with a sword and a green mountain ink pool, and when he re-entered the academy, there was a lot less hustle and bustle, and the figures of the candidates were no longer as graceful as a few days ago.

As far as An Le's eyes can see, those who come to take the exam today are all cultivators, and they all have the qi of the years rippling in their bodies.

The peace of the years that has not been collected for many days, without hesitation, a wave of absorption, scraped twenty wisps into the account, and it is also blessed in the [Eternal Talent] Dao Fruit column.

Recently, An Le has been scraping the years of Qi to three or three, all of which have been added to the talents of the ages to enhance their talents and potential.

Unconsciously, the years of qi blessed by the [Eternal Talent] Dao Fruit have reached 82 wisps, and they are about to reach 100 wisps.

An Le was quite calm about this.

I came to a green lawn in the Academy of Literature, as the last session of the Spring Festival, an assessment specially designed for cultivators, and naturally all the cultivators gathered here.

Many practitioners either knew each other and had a good time together, and these people wore Confucian robes and seemed to be very familiar with the Academy.

"They are those geniuses on the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature, and they are destined to be on the first list of Jinshi."

Beside An Le, someone spoke hoarsely, turned his head to see that it was a young man wearing a cloth shirt and carrying a big knife on his back, and the man had a smell of iron and blood on his body.

"Brother Tai should be the famous An family in Lin'an, right?" The young man clenched his fists and said.

An Le smiled and returned the salute: "Chongzhou Anle." ”

"Looking at the ink sword on your waist, you can basically guess the identity of the An family, I never thought that the An family was so young, you were on the West Lake, crushing the victory of the Wang family's Wang Qinhe, I heard about it, and my heart was surging."

The young man grinned, his eyes a little fiery.

"In the Han Lion of Xia Cangzhou, I am fortunate to meet." Youth hugging fists.

Cangzhou ...... Is the Canglang River located?

Someone from the army?

As if he had guessed what An Le was thinking, Han Shi said with a smile: "Indeed, I am the Spring Festival that I participated in with the quota in the army, and I also have hope, I want to rush to the first list and enter the ranks, and I will try before going to the palace to prove that there are also literate people in our army." ”

An Le smiled, thinking that this person was interesting, so he chatted with Han Shi.

"Those Confucian scholars on the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature must have recognized you, but they deliberately ignored you, since ancient times, literati have been contemptuous, which is indeed reasonable."

"The Confucian students on the Wenqu list are very arrogant, and I have heard of them in the army."

Han Shi glanced at the distance and gathered together, as if isolating An Le and Han Shi's literati and Confucian scholars.

"The An family is famous in Lin'an, if they can pass this spring and beat the An family, they will naturally be able to become famous." Han Shi glanced at An Le, who was relaxed, and said.

An Le didn't care: "If I am forced, it means that my skills are not as good as others, and they have the qualifications to become famous." ”

When Han Shi heard this, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Domineering and free, it is worthy of being an family who can beat Wang Qinhe." ”

"Everyone should be quite unfamiliar with the Wenqu List, it is a list within the Academy of Literature, which means that the goal of the people on the list is to hope to attract the literary atmosphere on the Wenqu Monument, and it is still quite notarized."

An Le couldn't help but be curious to inquire and understand the Wenqu Chart and Wenqu Monument with Han Shi.

Han Shi is also heroic and cool, knowing everything and saying everything.

The sun is on the tip.

"W-"

There was a crisp sound, and the bell rang, representing the beginning of the last practice assessment of Chunqiu.

On the grassy lawn, someone floated in, in addition to the official of the Ministry of Rites who was responsible for recording the results of the Spring Festival, there was also an old man.

The old man was dressed in a Confucian shirt, carrying his hands on his back, and his eyes were extremely rich, and his eyes were deep, as if he contained a piece of starlight.

"Second Master."

The talented Confucian students on the literary and opera list have performed student ceremonies.

An Le and Han Shi, as well as many cultivators who came from other places to take the exam, also gave up their hands.

There are three masters in the Academy of Literature, each of whom is a great Confucian with a high reputation, and all of them are extremely powerful existences, similar to Wumiao Wukui, with a respected status and a pillar.

The eyes of the second master, Pang Ji, were kind and wise, swept around, and finally fell on An Le's body, and he was very interested in this young man who shouted the program of "expelling Hu Lu and restoring Middle Earth" in the article.

Retracting his gaze, the second master, Pang Ji, said with a smile: "The three written exams of the Spring Festival are over, and you are only one step away from today's cultivation test before ascending to the palace. ”

"The cultivation test after the last spring was set up by the Wu Temple, and this time it was set up by the Academy of Literature, and I hope everyone will treat it solemnly."

After the second master finished speaking, he turned around and asked everyone to follow him.

Everyone respectfully and silently followed behind the second master and walked to the depths of the Academy.

The students on the Wenqu list were puzzled, because they found that this was in the direction of the Wenqu Monument, the holy relic of the Academy of Literature, could it be that this cultivation assessment was related to the Wenqu Monument?

Sure enough, when walking through the quiet path, the eyes are suddenly clear, with the peach trees on both sides pouring peach petals, you can see a dense bamboo forest that can hear the waves of the bamboo sea in the wind, and there is a wordless stone tablet standing in the pavilion in the depths of the bamboo forest.

The sun is pouring, and the stele seems to reflect the vast starlight of the night.

An Le looked at this stone tablet, and inexplicably felt a tranquility, as if he felt a kind of surging literary meaning, and the ink pool on his waist trembled slightly, as if he couldn't bear to roar.

"This is the Wenqu Monument...... I didn't expect that my Han Shi would be able to see the Wenqu Monument of the Academy of Literature in his lifetime, which can be regarded as an eye-opener, and how many generals want to see the Wenqu Monument will be stopped by the river formed by the Confucian students of the Academy of Literature with spit. ”

The Han lion on An Le's side was amazed, and his eyes were shining.

However, after looking at it for a while, he lost interest: "There is no domineering spirit from the Wukui Stone of our Martial Temple." ”

As soon as the words fell, several Confucian scholars on the literary and opera lists on the side glared, as if they glared at this disrespectful person with their eyes.

An Le smiled, but he didn't say anything, and when it came to domineering, he was indeed inferior to Wu Kui Stone, Wu Kui Stone had to be watered by the blood of Wu Kui in the past dynasties, and it was not bad, but the mystery of this Wenqu Monument was more restrained.

"The martial temple has the assessment rules of the martial temple, and the Academy of Literature comes according to the Academy of Literature."

"There is a bamboo forest in front of the Wenqu Monument, calling for the Sea of Questions, and the approach to the Wenqu Monument is the test of this cultivation, and the ranking will be calculated according to the distance you are close to, of course, whether you can enter the palace before the test, you have to combine your literary test results."

The second master, Pang Ji, chuckled.

As soon as the words fell, an uproar came out of the mouths of those Confucian scholars on the literary and music list.

Ask the heart of the forest, it is notoriously difficult to walk, into the forest, the secluded bamboo shadow is misty, the test is to refine the mind, the mind is not enough, don't say the forest, and even get lost in the forest, it is difficult to move an inch.

However, if you can pass through the forest of inquiry, the farther you go in the forest of inquiry, the more benefits you will have, which will greatly help the baptism and clarity of the mind.

The martial temple forges the body, and the academy refines the gods, and there is a clear division of labor.

The Question Heart Forest is the place where the Academy of Literature refines the gods.

Therefore, this assessment is to take out the Asking Heart Forest, which has indeed aroused the incomprehension and doubts of many Confucian students on the literary and opera list, after all, for them, walking the Asking Heart Forest is a big advantage, and every student present on the above music list has walked the Asking Heart Forest, and has detailed experience in the rhythm, route and even some details.

Isn't the Master's move a proper partiality?

"This is a decision I made after discussing it with the eldest master and the third master."

"Everyone, if you are ready, you can enter the forest at any time, and the final ranking will be calculated according to the distance between where you stopped and the Wenqu Monument."

The second master smiled kindly.

"Whoa."

The students on the literary and opera list, as well as the candidates who went to the exam from all over the world, all responded with their fists huddled.

Then they looked at the emerald green bamboo sea, and the sunlight shone from the blue sky, through the mottled bamboo leaves, and splashed gold on the ground.

The students on the Wenqu list are all excited.

With such an obvious bias among the masters, they naturally can't afford to ruin the reputation of the Academy.

One by one, the students of the Wenqu List, with their heads held high and flying confidently, walked towards the bamboo forest, stood outside the bamboo forest, and began to release their minds to outline the route and plan to walk in the forest.

However, they were still planning their route.

On the side, there was an extremely excited sword chant resounding, and an ink-colored sword shadow flew out, like an ink line slashed on white paper, and the sword qi that was clapped up, constantly swinging away the emerald bamboo branches, falling and sprinkling bamboo leaves, and diffusing into the forest of inquiry.

An Le was a little helpless, and smiled apologetically at Han Shi beside him, as well as the stunned students on the literary and opera list in the distance.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the waist is green mountains.

Step into the depths of the bamboo shadows.

This famous An family didn't even do the mental probing and route planning of Wenxinlin.

The Confucian students who pressed the literary and opera list were the first to enter the forest!

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