Putting away the test paper on the table, the stick of incense had just been burned, and at this time, Qin Mo found that everyone was looking at him, and he couldn't help but think of the scene of Menglong just now, but he was calm.

After a long time, the instructors reacted and immediately ordered people to collect the test papers, they all wanted to see what kind of article this person wrote, and even Zu Long resonated.

In addition to awe, the rest of the strong people are a little lost in their hearts, in front of a generation of literary saints, their articles are all overshadowed, and today they are destined to have only one protagonist.

"Today's judgment will be released, and the third assessment will be held the day after tomorrow. The head of the teacher said excitedly, he didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected gain in this assessment.

After the strong men saluted, they walked down the mountain one after another, waiting for tomorrow's release, and discussing all the way down the mountain, but Qin Mo was alone from beginning to end, no one accosted him, and the eyes around him were in awe.

In the attic of the school palace, hundreds of teachers and students gathered together to prepare for the judgment of the questions, and the test papers were all distributed, and naturally some people wanted to judge the resonant test papers, and even caused a quarrel among the teachers.

In the end, someone came from the back mountain and took the test paper away, although the teachers were dissatisfied, but they were helpless, but they all hoped that the articles in the test paper would be published.

In the back mountain, the middle-aged scholar and the young scholar sat facing each other, Turin and the woman in green clothes were also on the side, and on the stone table, there was the test paper.

After being silent for a long time, the middle-aged scholar said, "If the teacher is not there, I will judge the question." ”

The young scholar agreed, and Turin and the woman in Tsing Yi naturally had no opinion, they were still looking forward to what this article that could resonate with the ancestral dragon and give birth to purple qi.

The middle-aged scholar patted the dust on his body, carefully opened the test paper, and then looked at it, and when he saw the content of the test paper, he was immediately attracted.

After a long time, the middle-aged scholar suddenly sealed the test paper and said: "Good poem, this son has a big heart, and he actually has the idea of preaching the Holy Emperor, no wonder it will resonate with Zulong." ”

When the young scholar heard this, he was stunned and said, "Is it just a poem?"

"That's right. The middle-aged scholar handed over the test paper and said, "Senior brother is full of poetry and books, and he should understand it better than his brother." ”

After a long time, the young scholar said: "The Holy Emperor spits and feeds, the world returns to the heart, so bold, it is really the heart of the Holy Emperor, but unfortunately, this way of the Holy Emperor is so simple." ”

"My brother's words are wrong. The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "If you don't even have the heart of the Holy Emperor of the Dao, how can you attain the Dao? Of course, even if he can't preach the Holy Emperor, this poem is enough to be passed down to the world, so that those who have some hope to enlighten the Holy Emperor can attain enlightenment, which should be regarded as a great merit." ”

The young scholar didn't refute, but he was silent and didn't know what he was thinking, as Mr. Xuegong Er, except for the master, there was no one in this world who read more books than him.

The more books he reads, the more critical he becomes, and few poems can get into his eyes, and the only one who can compose poems and be called poems in this world is the eighth junior brother.

"It's a pity, the eighth junior brother is not here, if you let the eighth junior brother know, you will definitely have a feeling of hating each other. The middle-aged scholar said, handed the test paper to Turin, and said, "Please also ask Your Highness to take a look." ”

"I don't look. Turin refused directly.

This surprised both middle-aged scholars and young scholars, and now the outside world is afraid that countless people want to know the content of this article, but this highness is so indifferent, it really surprises them.

"Brother, can you let me take a look?" the woman in Tsing Yi showed great interest.

"Naturally. The middle-aged scholar smiled.

The woman in Tsing Yi looked very seriously, until she let out a long breath after reading it, then read out the poem inside, and then looked at Turin's expression.

But she was a little disappointed, because Turin was expressionless and seemed unmoved.

"How about a perfect score?" said the middle-aged scholar.

"Full marks. The young scholar nodded, "Let's publish the poems, and the original manuscript will be left here, and when the teacher returns, he may be able to see some ways." ”

"Oh, what doorway?" asked the middle-aged scholar.

"I always felt that something was wrong. The young scholar said.

At this time, Turin bowed and said goodbye: "The assessment has been completed, and Turin will return to the palace." ”

The two bowed, got up and watched Turin and the woman in Tsing Yi leave, until they disappeared, and the young scholar suddenly said, "Senior brother, do you think that His Highness seems to know this person?"

"Which one?" said the middle-aged scholar curiously.

"Naturally, it's this one. The young scholar pointed to the test paper.

"Your Highness is the only daughter of Your Majesty, and she has lived in Zhongzhou for a long time, how can she meet this person, even if you really know each other, it is not something you and I can manage. The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Let's arrange the third assessment, and the teacher should return from the study tour by then." ”

The young scholar nodded, and then copied a copy of the poems in the test paper, and sent them to the teaching hall in the school palace.

When they saw that poem, all the teaching was vibrating, although it was not the original text, but the spirit shown in the poem made them feel majestic.

Soon this poem spread in the palace of learning, and spread to the town, and immediately spread to the imperial city and even the entire Zhongzhou.

On the way back to the imperial city, Turin kept a straight face and did not speak, but the woman in Tsing Yi said: "Can't you feel the artistic conception of this poem?"

"I can't feel it. Turin said coldly.

"Sure enough, it's something that has no feelings. The woman in Tsing Yi sneered unceremoniously.

Turin was not angry, but urged the white wolf to stop, looked at her and said, "Because I know that he didn't write it." ”

"I think you're jealous and can't write it yourself, that's why you say that. Of course, the woman in Tsing Yi will not believe it, because there is no such poem in this world.

If there was already one in the world, Zu Long would never resonate, let alone give birth to such a vision, so he felt that the woman in Tsing Yi was jealous.

"What if there is another world?" Turin said solemnly, looking at him seriously, "What if he is from another world?"

"Impossible!" the woman in Tsing Yi categorically denied, "Let's not talk about another world, he definitely can't come from another world." ”

But he said it himself. Turin sneered, "He told me personally, I also know that there is no one in that world who can practice, I know that there is a flying thing in that world, but it does not rely on vitality, there are stars in that world, but there is no continent, people in that world live in the stars, and I also know that there is a novel in that world with a monkey in it......"

Turin said a lot, and the woman in Tsing Yi was stunned in place, what she said was true, so she was very serious,

"Do you really know him better than I do?" Turin looked at the woman in Tsing Yi, with more sarcasm on her face, but not the joy of victory, for when she said these words, some uncomfortable memories always came to her.

These memories came with something nasty that made her uncomfortable, she didn't like it, and when she decided to leave, it was because it was so strong that she was afraid that she would be unable to extricate herself if she stayed there.

There have been countless times when Turin wanted to kill him, and from the first time he saw him, he was moved to kill, but in the end, he was always unable to do so because of some coincidence.

There were even many times when she had the opportunity to watch him die, and had the opportunity to cut his throat and pierce his heart with her own hands, but she didn't do it, but saved him.

Because she knew that if she really pierced his heart and cut his throat, her heart would hurt even more, so she chose to leave, choosing to cut off all cause and effect, and even let him forget himself.

However, when she returned to the imperial city, she found that even though she was 108,000 miles away, her heart was still on that person, and she silently watched everything that happened around him, thinking that if she was by his side, it might be better.

However, there was always a voice reminding her, forget it, forget him quickly, if you don't forget him, when it comes to life and death, he will kill himself.

Turin always said that goodbye was the enemy, which was a reminder to herself that she must not have anything to do with him, but she found that she could not do it.

Even if it is so difficult to forget, she really hopes that the person she forgets is herself, and she really regrets listening to the old man's words and leaving this experience.

The woman in Tsing Yi was silent for a long time, watching Turin leave, but she didn't move, but there was a hint of expression on that expressionless face, which was jealousy.

Holy Palace, inside the Hall of Light.

The Emperor of Beichen held a piece of paper in his hand, on which a poem was copied, and tasted it carefully, after a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses and sighed: "The Holy Emperor vomits, the world returns to the heart, if you can see this poem decades earlier, maybe there is really a further possibility, but now, it is a little late." ”

Walking out of the Hall of Light, the Emperor of Beichen looked at this beautiful mountain and river, and said with emotion, "Ambush song from all sides, the Holy Emperor vomits and feeds the true heart?"

What happened in the imperial city, naturally, could not be hidden from the Emperor of Beichen, and he also knew who Qin Mo was, but he was faintly worried, and he was inexplicably irritable in his heart, especially after the appearance of this poem, this irritability became more and more intense, and he couldn't suppress it.

Soon, this poem spread throughout the imperial city, almost everyone read it, even children memorized it, for the strong people of the human race, this poem inspired their state of mind, and it will surely be remembered for centuries.

"If anyone preaches the Holy Emperor, they will surely be inspired by this poem. That's what people say about the poem.

In the inn in the town, Qin Mo didn't know what was happening, and when the inn was overcrowded and there was an endless stream of visitors, Qin Mo knew what kind of poem he had written.

"Can she see it?" Qin Mo thought to himself, "If she sees it, what is her expression?"

"Oh, why do I care so much about her, she can't see it, does she have any expression, what does it have to do with me?" Qin Mo was very conflicted in his heart.