I don't know if it's a reminder from the Heavenly Court, or if the Daxu Imperial Court really has a prescient name, the majestic luck of these 30,000 candidates is really not easy to suppress.

Those who raise people, reserve officials, wear official uniforms with half seals, and can directly open up a township in a small place and become an ancestral spirit.

And among the 30,000 people who came to participate in the Spring Festival, which one is not one in a million, and which one is not a great talent who is supported by the stars and luck.

If you want to force it and prevent their luck from interfering with each other, then you have to withstand a counterattack.

Under the look, the major examination rooms of the Gongyuan are full of different scenes of luck and brilliance, and they are magnificent.

There are even some candidates who are too lucky, and their green and yellow qi soars into the sky, which is incomprehensible.

You don't obey me, I don't obey you, and the luck and visions compete and suppress each other.

However, when Prince Rui invited the letter seal of the Son of Heaven out, the tribute courtyard, which was the largest building in the inner city, suddenly quieted.

The strong sense of oppression prompted the luck of 30,000 candidates to connect and form a boundless sea of roaring filial piety.

Town Luck!

Prince Rui seemed to have received full authorization from Emperor Xiangxing, and he spat out two words lightly, as if he had a heavenly constitution in his mouth.

The letter seal of the Son of Heaven suddenly appeared on the letter seal, which was hundreds of times larger, thousands of times larger.

It looked at everything, and wisps of purple qi of the Son of Heaven were derived from the bottom of the seal, and they pressed towards the sea of luck below.

The luck of 30,000 people roared unwillingly, setting off a monstrous wave to wash the phantom of the letter seal, and there was a tendency to lag slightly for a while.

The ever-changing scene of luck in the examination room naturally can't hide the Taoist officials sitting upstairs in Mingyuan.

They had childish faces, ruddy faces, and shook their heads slightly as they looked at the struggle of the candidates below, as if they already knew the result.

"It is indeed a rare spring scene, the candidates are so lucky that they are unconvinced, and the old man has never seen it after two dynasties."

"I don't know how many dragons and tigers there are among these 30,000 people! They are all sons of luck in the future world of great contention, and may lead the victory or defeat of a county and a state. ”

"However, the Heavenly Court and the Imperial Court have long expected that the Son of Heaven is sick and entrusted, and Prince Rui is fully qualified to use the Six Seals of the Son of Heaven."

"Even if it's just the Son of Heaven Seal that has been used the least number of times, after all, there is a Son of Heaven Purple Qi that has been accumulated for three hundred and twenty-six years, and I can't please the Yang God when I go up."

Just between the words of several Yang Shen Dao officials, the battle of luck has already been decided, and when 30,000 candidates are unconsciously fighting, the counterattack of luck is really just an egg hitting a stone.

When the shadow of the humane true dragon comes out with purple qi, the overall situation will be decided.

In an instant, the ups and downs turned into calm, and everyone's luck was pressed back into the body, and there would be no more interference with other people's luck in this exam.

What happened just now, Zhou Bai knew it because he had the Dacheng Wangqi technique, but the others only saw Prince Rui invite the Son of Heaven to send out the letter seal, and then they were a little surprised and dumbfounded.

You must know that the six seals of the Son of Heaven are all sealed with Wudu purple mud, green cloth bags, white Suli, seamless at both ends, and a ruler and a board are signed.

Today, it is actually wrapped in yellow dragon cloth as a big seal for town transportation.

But this not only did not make the candidates angry, but only felt honored to be a participant in this grand event.

Regardless of whether they can be named on the gold list or not, they can be regarded as fighting hard and have a clear conscience.

According to the examination process, the next step should be to ask the Taoist official to open the magic circle to suppress the aura of literary qi, and then to unseal the test papers and distribute them.

It's just that this is a test, so naturally it won't be so troublesome.

The magic circle was opened as early as after the examiners and examiners entered the Gongyuan in advance, and no one was allowed to enter or leave until the examination was over and the dragon gate was opened.

Defending against possible accidents is the main function of the Gongyuan Circle, but covering up the anomaly of the Circle and not allowing the Atmosphere to interfere with the order of the examination room is also an incidental function that the Circle has long set up.

After the town was completed, Prince Rui sat down slowly, and then motioned to the scholars who were bowing next to him to get up.

Next, the deputy examination will be presided over, and he does not need to do it himself.

As the first assistant, Zhang Xu, a scholar of the Zhongji Palace, naturally took the lead, he shook the sleeves of his robe, stood at the front of the middle platform and said loudly: "All living beings, please listen, the first scene is a poem, the theme is not limited, and the time is half a day." ”

Zhang Xu's loud and loud voice was transmitted to each examination booth through the magic circle, and then between the wide columns of the Zhongtai Hall, a huge light curtain appeared, and almost all the candidates could see it.

And in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, in front of the hall where each examination area is located, there is also a slightly smaller mana light curtain.

Is it a display question?

Just as Zhou Bai thought, soon, a few lines of words appeared on the mana light curtain.

The first scene, poetry.

Subject: Unlimited.

Candidates are asked to perform at a level and write the best of their career.

Time Limit: Unlimited.

It is recommended that the second exam start at two hours, please refer to the sundial.

Then the light curtain flickered a few more times, and a projection of a sundial appeared on the light curtain, and the hand scale was clearly visible.

A sundial is an instrument for observing the time of the sun's shadow, mainly according to the position of the sun's shadow to specify the hour or tick at that time.

And because the sundial projection is in the palace, it is a magic weapon that directly targets the sun's movement and time, and it is not affected by the weather.

A few simple lines of text, the meaning is obvious.

There is no restriction on the theme, which is to hope that the candidates can play freely and write poems with a higher tone as much as possible.

There is no time limit, and two hours are recommended, which is based on the regulations of the examination.

After the three exams are over, the papers will be collected uniformly, generally two exams on the first day, and the last one on the second and third days.

Even if it is the last hour of the last day, it is possible to refine the content of the poem.

Of course, most of the people who know the questions of the previous sessions will not think that they are really in the back, and they still have the energy to deduct a word.

The last one, which was related to the cultivation of the Tao for two days, was extremely physically and mentally draining, and it naturally made sense for the official recommendation of two hours.

Zhou Bai glanced at the current time, his time had just passed, and he had not eaten from time to time, and two hours were completely enough.

Unlike others, he also has to analyze the direction he is good at and finalize the topic he wants to write about, he only needs to look through the collection of Blue Star Memory.

While studying ink, many famous poems have appeared in Zhou Bai's mind, which have never appeared in this world.

That's right, Zhou Bai wants to copy it, although he does have a very high level now, and the golden and red poems can be easily obtained, but it is completely insufficient in this year's examination.

According to the general situation, such as the previous sessions, the poems of red gold have the hope of being the same jinshi.

But this year, 30,000 people competed in the same field, and only the poems of Jin Qing, which showed their youth, were a little interesting, and they would not be too far behind.

If you want to establish an advantage in the first game, Qingshi is a must.

Excluding the vassal states of Fanbang, there are only two green poems on average in one state, and there are ninety-six poems in forty-eight states.

The poems of the blue can only be ranked in the top 100 and the bottom of the list, and then the top three places are counted, and the first and second ranks are hopeless.

Zhou Bai glanced at his own youthful luck, and remembered that there were at least ten of the popular candidates who had been looking forward to him before.

Even like Wuzhou Xie Feichen, Yangzhou Wang Guang, Zhongzhou Yu Yuan...... These are all green qi condensed into a canopy, and good luck is at the head.

Although the Dragon King of Ningjiang had already looked at this Spring Festival, he did not expect that a stream of youth luck would only be regarded as the middle of the second class.

There will be a palace test on March 25, but the palace test is a kind of heavenly court additional test, and it will not change the ranking too much.

If Zhou Bai can't compete for the first class, the top ten of the second class must have, and according to the convention, the top ten of the second class will have the Heavenly Dao Building Jidan.

His soul has reached the Qingming Realm, but his physical body has not been touched with a trace of mana, and it is very suitable to use the Heavenly Dao to build the foundation.

Thinking of this, the poems in Zhou Bai's mind have shifted from ordinary poets to Li Bai's poems.

If you want to write the best poems, the poet immortal Li Bai, can't you overwhelm 30,000 people? !

It's a pity that although Zhou Bai also likes to read books and poems in Lanxing, it is not like the accumulation of Jiazi who has a picture scroll of the Dragon Palace in this life.

If you haven't read all of Li Bai's poems, you still have to meet his current conditions, and the screening speed will be faster.

After the last few comparisons, Zhou Bai decided that it was the famous Shang Li Yong, and his name was changed to Dapeng.

By this time, a quarter of an hour had passed, and most of the people had already set their direction and were working on a draft.

The ink ingots turned into thick ink, and Zhou Bai picked up the pen to write without the slightest delay.

Because he didn't dare to guarantee how long the poem would be written, the more eloquent the poem, the heavier the pen.

When a stroke falls, the luck on the body begins to pour into the tip of the pen, and the tone on the rice paper faintly emerges.

The beginning is red gas, then gold gas, red gold.

Dapeng rose with the wind one day and soared up to 90,000 miles.

After the first sentence was written, there was a green intent in the heavy ink, as if he had just been stained with cyan ink.

However, the ink used in the test is all Hui ink purchased by the imperial court from Huizhou, Jiangnan, and there will be no difference after many tests.

If you write it again, the speed will not be fast, and Zhou Bai only feels that the pen is like a thousand catties, and the sweat is like rain.

Fortunately, his youth luck can't compare to those demons in front of him, but there is no shortage of ordinary yellow luck and red luck, and it is not in vain to accumulate for so long.

If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is clear.

When the world saw my constant tune, they all sneered when they heard Yu Dayan.

After the second and third sentences are written, the whole rice paper has been dyed into a piece of azure, which represents the highest quality of Qingqi, and the same is true for luck and literary qi.

"Whew~"

Zhou Bai took a long breath and sighed in his heart: He is worthy of being a poet.

If it weren't for the fact that the magic circle of this tribute court was built with the support of the heavenly court, I am afraid that the green energy of this Dapeng poem would really rise into the sky.

And the word Azure was written in the No. 53 examination booth of this non-character, which was also noticed by Mingyuan Building early, and the examiners of the Central Hall were notified.

Strictly supervise the candidates of the Qing Poetry, this is the unspoken rule of the imperial examination, not for fear of them cheating, but for protection.

Qing poems represent the highest level of poetry, and once written, it will inevitably be recorded in the annals of humanitarian history, and the original manuscript will be dedicated to the heavenly court.

Because it is difficult to write, many candidates want to fight hard in the examination room, and it is common to vomit blood while writing regardless of their luck and physical limits.

What's more, after forcibly writing green poems, God and luck are dry, not to mention being an official in the future, it is difficult to be an ordinary person with a longer life.

However, those who can write green poems are only lacking in savings now, which means that there is a great possibility in the future to write completely without hurting their bodies.

Therefore, in order to protect these talents, the examination room will focus on it, and if it doesn't work, it will be stopped by protective means.

At this time, in the main hall of Zhongtai, the examiners stared happily at a light curtain on the table, which showed that there were examination booths with unusual tones everywhere.

"There is still an hour, there are more than 60 signs of green poetry, and this Dingzhou Xie Yuan Zhou Bai is even more azure, no wonder the imperial brother wants me to come to the town." Prince Rui looked at the light curtain on the table and said with joy.

"In the main exam, Zhou Bai's first sentence is green, and the last sentence is azure if he doesn't write it, I'm afraid." Zhang Xu hesitated.

Prince Rui's heart also moved, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid of what? ”

Another scholar stepped forward to explain: "Zhang Shoufu's meaning, I'm afraid this poem will be purple." ”

Prince Rui's spread hands clenched suddenly, and his face showed anticipation and excitement: "Tell Li Zhenjun immediately to them, please pay attention to No. 53." ”

Purple gas poetry is the highest level of poetry quality, and there are very few in history.

Anything that is written, even if you don't take the next two exams, you can still list the heavenly books.

As for the purple poems, although they are not as complete as the purple poems, they are also extremely precious.

Looking at the long river of history, it is also a very high-level poem, which is one of the few in the Daxu Dynasty, and there are few records.

Qing poems can be known to the people of the world out of the state and county, but not necessarily every green poem can be passed on.

But every purple poem will be recorded in the history books and poetry tablets of the heavenly court, and it will be famous through the ages and will not be erased by the years.

Even if Zhou Bai writes purple poems, he can add national fortune to Daxu, and he will be mentioned in later generations, and he will not forget that Daxu is a prosperous dynasty.

Zhou Bai didn't know that the elders were very anxious at this time, and while hoping that he would write the last sentence, he was worried that he would not be able to support it and lose his luck and spirit.

The last sentence, every stroke and every word, requires Zhou Bai to do his best.

No, he was stuck at the first stroke, because he couldn't write the honorific title of Kong Sheng, Xuanfu.

After having to be changed to a saint, it was able to continue.

Time passed little by little, and there were already a lot of changes in the various examination rooms outside.

For example, after Wuzhou Xie Feichen finished writing a poem, in the case of the operation and suppression of the magic circle, there is still green air leaking out of the rice paper.

Even if it only maintains three breaths, it is extremely rare, and this is a large array set up by Heavenly Court's guidance.

This writing, Zhou Bai wrote until the last quarter of an hour in the afternoon, when the yang energy in the outside world was at its peak.

He seemed to be a young poet at that time, with full of pride, and finally finished Dapeng.

The saint can still be afraid of the afterlife, and the husband can not be young!

Suddenly, suppressed in the rice paper, the green qi in the words inevitably gushed out, turning into a big peng spreading its wings and soaring.

Three-foot green gasification Dapeng.

It's a pity that it hasn't flown out of the examination shed yet, so that other candidates can see its Lingyun ambition, and the emotionless array will exert its strength again to suppress it.

But the examiners such as the inspectors, the gods sitting in the gods, and Prince Rui, who was staring at the light curtain, clearly saw that a few feathers on Qingpeng's wings were purple.

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A poem of bruises that cannot be faked!

Zhou Baiqiang endured the soreness in his arm, put down the brush, and let out a sigh.

He also saw Qingpeng's purple feathers just now, and there were only a few of them.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he took a step back and changed two words, but even if it was just a very strong purple qi, it was enough to make him proud of these 30,000 people.

Until the end of noon, when the light curtain was lit up for lunch, no other poems were published.

Wangqi Dacheng, for the sensitivity of luck, if there was really purple qi before, he would definitely be able to detect it.

"This child, if nothing else, must be the choice of heaven and man, alas, the mortal court can't suppress it." Upstairs in Mingyuan, Li Zhenjun, who was enshrined in the palace, sighed.

Prince Rui looked at the Dapeng poem that was reflected very clearly, and muttered, his face was full of complicated colors, obviously he also understood that the goal of such a great talent must not be Tongjinshi.

Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars to 90,000 miles!

In the first session this morning, Zhou Bai took advantage of this Dapeng to share the wind and press 30,000 yuan!