Ouyang Yan got a token representing a seat number plate, and while looking for his seat, he looked at everything in the examination room.

On the walls of the examination room, poems and articles that have been passed down through the ages are engraved on the murals, and lifelike characters are also carved on the sides of the articles.

Those characters are the authors of these articles that have been passed down through the ages, and they have been passed down through the ages just like the splendid articles they have created.

But compared to these, what attracted Ouyang Yan more was the eight huge statues that were enshrined in incense and lit lanterns.

The eight statues, cast with golden bodies, looked at the eight directions with a compassionate expression.

They all held a book in their hands, making thinking gestures, and their expressions were as if they were living people.

This is the "Eight Masters of the Ages." ”

It is also the eight true saints born from ancient times to the present in this land.

They rose out of silence, they created an admirable education, they changed the world, and their academic ideas have been influenced and still used today.

So they became saints, because they had incomparably great merit for this land, and they were revered by thousands of people, and the incense burned endlessly.

Especially for those who read, they will give a statue like this in their own home.

Ouyang Yan also had a pious mood, and like other students, he put on a pillar of incense and prayed sincerely.

On both sides of the statues of the Eight Masters of the Ages, a couplet reads: Heng Mei coldly pointed at the thousand husbands, bowing his head and being willing to be a son of a cow.

This is a kind of mind, a kind of bearing, a kind of arrogance, and also a kind of spirit.

Ouyang Yan's eyes flickered, and he saw that on the golden body of the saint who was hovering in the Eight Masters of the Ages, a circle of glow appeared.

This is a scene that he discovered only with extremely keen spiritual sense, and it cannot be seen by the naked eye.

This phenomenon is believed to be the power of the incense faith condensed by the power of will.

Ever since he subdued Mr. Zhang and made his main spirit worship Nan Wushen Lamp day and night, he knew the existence of this power.

The incense obtained by the Eight Eternal Masters is so huge, their golden bodies have the power to condense, and they may have been immortalized in another dimension, another world.

The Jinke ceremony was about to start, Ouyang Yan turned around and walked to his seat.

In the crowd, he saw his mentor, Qin Hanlin.

Qin Hanlin was inspecting the examination room and saw Ouyang Yan in his sight.

He smiled and nodded at Ouyang Yan and didn't come over.

Many candidates shouted excitedly when they saw Qin Hanlin.

was instantly reprimanded by the invigilator in the examination room, what kind of system is this.

Ouyang Yan nodded to Qin Hanlin, his smiling lips squirmed, and he said Master.

Knock! Knock!

Three drum-like bells rang and the exam officially began.

The exam paper is in hand, and the topic is "Theory of Inaction." ”

Write an essay on a three-word topic like this, which makes many candidates frown and think hard.

Because for this kind of problem, they feel that they are not playing cards according to common sense.

When Ouyang Yan saw this topic, he instantly thought of a question, what is inaction, and what is promising?

He first wrote down the beginning of the article, what is a do, what is a do, what is a no-do?

It's like asking and answering himself, using what he has learned, asking what he has already asked, and then answering himself.

"Those who are promising, like the rising sun, sprinkle the glow of the ten thousand ways, shine on this mountain and river, regulate the yin and yang, do their best, and die, pass on the ancient story of the first famous in the world, do nothing, run around all day long, have no clue, have no work, do nothing but also do their best to take care of the small family to make ends meet, reluctant to live, care for their people, and look forward to the grandson of the noble ......"

He wrote hard, and the pen was vigorous and powerful through the paper, and the truths like self-questions and answers jumped on the paper, which was convincing to read, and there was something to say.

The entire examination room was filled with the rustling of pens touching paper, with the occasional sigh of distress.

This is the one who is in a daze with the topic and has never been able to find the next pen point, where he frowns and sighs.

Such a topic, to those who read dead books, and they who read dead books, it seems that they don't match the poems and articles in the book.

While the examination room here was in full swing, on the other side of the palace, there were thousands of beauties gathered, waiting for another grand ceremony for the emperor to choose a concubine.

All the beauties on it have unwanted faces.

They all passed through layers of selection, and finally stood here, and they could get the beauty of the emperor.

It's like a big wave washing the sand, and none of the gold in the sand is vulgar powder.

These people, all of whom have a proud figure, exquisite faces, and outstanding temperament, are all impeccable boutiques.

But they all look at each other, and when they look at each other, they compare themselves.

Because it is impossible for the human emperor to enter so much into the harem, so many beauties, maybe only one or two have entered the eyes of the human emperor, or maybe none of them can be entered.

Their hearts are full of unease, because this is an opportunity for them to fly up the branches and become phoenixes in one fell swoop.

But among so many beauties, there are two who are extremely outstanding.

They are like two standouts, their temperament is out of the world, they are like fairies coming out of the picture scroll, and they have an extremely attractive fairy spirit.

Seeing these two people, although the other beauties are incredibly beautiful, they also feel a crisis in their hearts.

These two people, one is Hu Xiaoyue, and the other is Huo Xi'er in a fiery red floor-to-ceiling dress.

The temperament of the two of them is completely different, one is like ice and snow and has a cold beauty, and the other is fiery and has a bewitching beauty.

But it is undeniable that the temperament of the two of them seems to be the best of the flowers, and they can be found at a glance among so many beauties.

So the two of them also got a lot of white eyes, isolated by other beauties, and didn't want to stand with them at all.

Hu Xiaoyue is too lazy to care about these, and she doesn't want to care, her purpose is not to fly on the branches and become a phoenix, she is just for "dreams." ”

Huo Xi'er walked over, smiled lightly at Hu Xiaoyue, and said, "Sister, it seems that we are isolated, but it also proves that our chance is the greatest,"

Hu Xiaoyue smiled, this person is very good at talking, and when she speaks, she is like a close sister, she replied: "My sister is right, hehe." ”

They talked happily, completely ignoring the beauties who ignored them, and among the thousands of beauties, only the two of them were the only ones who dominated the crowd.

The emperor has not yet arrived, so he hangs these beauties here and waits, waiting for them to be extremely anxious.

At this time, on the top of an extremely high star-looking tower in the palace, a middle-aged man dressed in a five-clawed golden dragon robe was playing chess with Wuzai Ouyang Lie.

This middle-aged man in the five-clawed golden dragon emperor robe is the human emperor Dongfang Ri.

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