Eighth Pavilion, looking at the surging talent on the page, Jiang Han breathed a long sigh of relief, Zhenguo level, it's done!

The examiner looked at Jiang Han with admiration in his eyes, and said, "Talent shakes the Book Mountain, and this article is more than a few feet!" What a talent! What's your name? ”

Jiang Han said: "Student Jiang Han, my father Wei Guogong Jiang Zhensheng. ”

The chief examiner said happily: "It turned out to be the son of the Duke of Great Xia Weiguo, Jiang Han, and he can be listed as a third-grade in the future!" ”

After that, the chief examiner stretched out his hand and waved, and the talent poured into Jiang Han's head.

After Jiang Han accepted this time of talent falling from the sky, he suddenly found that the talent in the Heavenly Palace of Things was already abundant, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Heavenly Realm.

Unexpectedly, just by going to Shushan, he was promoted from the seven-rank life realm to the late stage of the six-grade heavenly realm.

It's no wonder that the mountain of storytelling is a holy place that scholars dream of, and this rate of ascension can be called perverted.

Of course, others are definitely not as fast as themselves.

"Go up to the Ninth Pavilion, there are people waiting for you in the Ninth Pavilion." The examiner said aloud.

Jiang Han arched his hand at him, and stepped on the steps leading to the Ninth Pavilion.

The pressure on the steps of the ninth pavilion was even greater, and the weight on his body was like carrying two or three thousand catties, which was like carrying a mountain on his back.

If it weren't for the fact that he had accepted a few talents, Jiang Han estimated that he would be crushed if he couldn't even walk the first order.

Taking a deep breath, he continued his upward journey.

At the same time, on the shore of the sea of learning, a meadow.

Yishan looked up in the direction of Shushan and said, "Did you notice the shaking of Shushan just now?" ”

Kong Yuanji groaned: "The shaking of the book mountain is not trivial...... Could it be caused by Jiang Han? ”

Wen Ming immediately said, "Jiang Han? That can't be, right? How could he possibly cause the mountain of books to shake? ”

Kong Yuanji said lightly: "To make the book mountain shake, if you make an article about the town, there is this possibility." ”

Wen Ming sneered: "How can Zhenguo's article be so good?" ”

At this moment, Yishan suddenly said: "Hey, look, is there anyone in the sea of learning?" ”

Kong Yuanji followed the sound and couldn't help frowning slightly, between the sea of learning, it seemed that someone was rowing forward, but it was too far away, but he could see it very vaguely.

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"Whew...... Whew......"

Gasping for breath, Jiang Han finally walked to the ninth pavilion, which was also the highest point of the Book Mountain.

Originally, he thought that the tallest pavilion in Shushan must be more magnificent than the first eight pavilions, but when he got to the top, he found that the ninth pavilion was only a small bamboo house.

Although it can't be said to be shabby, it is indeed much worse than the first eight seats.

He didn't hesitate and walked into the bamboo house.

Although the decoration of the bamboo house is simple, it is quite elegant. There are four ink treasures hanging on the wall, and bookshelves are placed on the left and right, and the bookshelves are elegantly furnished, in addition to books, there are some jade and antiques.

Other than that, there is no examiner present.

Jiang Han was slightly curious, and looked at the four ink treasures, only to see that the first ink treasure was written with a poem of seven laws with the theme of spring:

Xia Xuanyun is paved, and the toad in the alley is even more untrue.

The pillow is light and cold and the rain outside the window, and the people in the dream of spring in front of them.

Yingying candle tears because of who wept, a little flower sorrow for me.

Since he is a little lazy, he is impatient to laugh and talk frequently.

The second ink treasure is written in Xia:

The tired embroidered beauty dreams long, and the golden cage parrot calls for tea soup.

The window is bright and the musk moon opens the palace mirror, and the room is misty and sandalwood clouds are fragrant.

The amber cup is poured with lotus dew and slippery, and the glass sill is cool with willows.

The water pavilion moves everywhere, and the curtain rolls up the Zhu Lou to make up for the night.

The third Mobao is written in autumn:

The autumn wind and bright moon are so noisy, and the silver light on the ground is soaked in the silk yarn.

Boshui Yuntian Tibetan Shou Crane, the ancient temple in the suburbs of the Jackdaw.

Gently shake the golden phoenix in the guest room, stroll through the countryside and enjoy the green flowers.

See through the fame and fortune of life, read books and make fragrant tea.

The fourth ink treasure is written about winter:

The poems and books have been updated three times, and I still can't sleep in my dreams.

Cranes are rare in silver, and half of the windows do not smell warblers.

The vast four walls of tea are cold, and the dream life is soft.

The heart is comforted, and the soup spring drinks and cooks itself.

Jiang Han thought to himself: "These four poems look like they were written by women, could it be that this ninth pavilion is a female examiner?" ”

He immediately found that there were four treasures on the table in the hall.

Jiang Han stepped forward and saw a piece of rice paper spread out in the middle of the table, and two lines of poetry were written on the rice paper, the words and ink had not yet dried, and it seemed that the master had just written it.

The poem says: Don't avoid it with good and evil, and be willing to go to life and death for your family and country.

Jiang Han thought to himself, this poem is a copy of Lin Zexu's "The life and death of the country is profitable, how can it be avoided because of misfortune and fortune", right?

But what does it mean to leave two lines of poetry here?

Just as he was thinking this, an old figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The old figure turned out to be an old woman, looking at him fixedly at the moment.

The chief examiner of this pavilion is indeed a woman...... Jiang Han said in his heart, and immediately arched his hand: "Dare to ask the examiner, what are the exam questions in this pavilion?" ”

The old woman gestured to the paper on the table, but did not speak.

What do you mean? Do you want me to take it? Or do you want to fight poetry with me? Jiang Han was puzzled in his heart, and said: "The exam question of this pavilion is to compose poetry?" ”

The old woman did not answer.

Jiang Han said: "Since the examiner didn't say it, then Jiang Mou acquiesced to the examiner." ”

He picked up the pen on the table, looked at the two lines of poems on the rice paper, and suddenly frowned, no, no, no, these two lines of poetry are already very complete, how can it be possible to continue to write two sentences?

If it's not a continuation, what is the test?

Jiang Han looked at the pen and ink on the table: the ink has not dried, and there is a place on the rice paper, so this pavilion still writes poems, but it should not be a continuation.

Suddenly, he looked at the two lines of poetry on the paper, and his heart moved.

Is it empathy?

Empathize with these two lines of poetry and write another poem?

Confucianism cultivates students not only to be talented, but also to character, so the last test is character?

This is a big possibility!

Jiang Han continued to think about it, these two poems are for the sake of the family and the country, regardless of life and death, if you want to empathize with them......

Jiang Han thought for a moment and said, "Since you want me to compose a poem with empathy, then I will compose one!" ”

He dipped his pen in ink and wrote on the paper:

"Lingtai has no way to escape the gods."

"The wind and rain are like a dark homeland."

"I don't notice the cold star."

"I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood!"

After writing the last sentence, the page shook slightly, and no other visions appeared.

Jiang Han is not surprised, this poem is indeed much less famous than those poems that have been passed down through the ages, and its talent is not very great, but the patriotic enthusiasm contained in it is enough to pass on to future generations!

And the female examiner's eyes lit up as she stared at the rice paper.

Hoping that the cold star is not noticed, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood......

She was silent for a long time before she spoke: "Let's go to Xuehai!" ”

After speaking, it seemed that a mysterious power descended on Jiang Han.

Jiang Han didn't notice any discomfort in his body, and he was a little curious, did I pass the exam of the Ninth Pavilion, or didn't I pass?

If it is over, why is there no talent?