As soon as Xue Zha walked into the Tribute Courtyard, his body suddenly lightened, and he felt that streams of pure energy continued to pour into his body, and he felt that his limbs were crispy and numb, which was very comfortable.

He looked at the others and found that everyone had intoxicated expressions on their faces, especially some of them who had already spread out the paper in front of them and wrote two words, looking at the expressions on their faces, those who didn't know thought they had entered the sage mode!

Xue Zha glanced around and found that there were rows and rows of rooms, each of which could be about four or five square meters, including a bed, a table, and a chair.

"It's so basic!"

Xue Zha complained, he slowly walked shopping, and casually found an empty spot and walked in.

Not long after he entered, Lord Wen made people shout "lock down", and then the heavy vermilion gate of the Gongyuan was chained from inside, and from this moment on, even if the Gongyuan was on fire, this door could not be opened.

Lord Wen stood on the high altar in the center of the more than 900 rooms of the Gongyuan, and he rolled his sleeves and said loudly: "In three days, each person has three poems, and the number of words wins, whoever has the most words in the poem, who has the highest ranking!"

"At the end of three days, those who have not finished one poem will be directly off the list; those who have not finished three poems can take the make-up examination after one month; if someone can start a poem, they can be greatly transformed here!"

Master Wen said, glancing at Xue Zha without a trace, he understood that among the nearly 1,000 people, there was this talent, except for Xue Zhe, who was definitely only a handful.

He also briefly talked about the extraordinary things in the Tribute Temple.

"I think you have also felt it, this place is full of culture, you can stay here if you don't write poetry, you can cure your illness if you are not sick, and you will definitely not lose the little copper plate you handed over this time. ”

"If you are profound in your studies and can write poems silently, your body will get a literary quenching for each poem you complete, and if you can write three poems silently, your body will undergo a rebirth forging. ”

"The gangsters you have heard of, their lives are only one Jiazi, longer than ordinary people, but as long as you can be admitted to Tongsheng, you can have the same lifespan as them, and your physical fitness is stronger than them. ”

Master Wen said, casually glanced at Xue Zha, as if to say: I know what the purpose of your kid is to take the test for children.

Xue Zha noticed his knowing eyes, and felt inexplicable, do you know that I am a traverser? Or do you know that the two hundred and six bones on my body have been blessed by the Resurrection Bone Refining Method Fragment?

He shook his head, he felt that Master Wen might have misunderstood something, but there was no need to explain to him, after taking the children's exam, he recited Du Fu's "Beauty" to this guy, and the two of them cleared their money and goods, and it is estimated that there will be no intersection after that.

"Well, after the Tongsheng test, go back to Yunhongshan to see how Xue San is, test a lot of money, check the death of the cheap father of this body, and whether the "Resurrection Bone Refining Method Fragment" is in his hands. ”

Xue Zhe turned the brush in his hand, bored listening to Lord Wen there, and after half an hour, Master Wen said: "Okay, I wish all the scholars can write their names on the golden list I wrote, come on!"

When a few gongs sounded, the soldiers began to patrol around in teams, although the exam was simple, but there would still be people plagiarizing, and they also had to avoid similar things happening.

Xue Zha was not in a hurry to write poems, he was not in a hurry to absorb the ubiquitous literary atmosphere in the Gongyuan, he first put down the pen and paper and lay on the bed, he had experienced too much during this time, and his mind was no longer just the memory of "Xue Zha" in the Wenyu Continent, he also had the memory of Xia Liu's ancestors and the boss's wife's dead ghost owner in his mind.

"Hmm...... Watch a small movie of the lives of these two people, understand the customs of the following continent, don't go back to the earth in the future, and don't know what to say in front of other traversers. ”

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sank into his mind, and he began to familiarize himself with the memories of Xue Zha, Xia Liu's ancestors, and the boss's wife's dead ghost owner.

Xue Zha, who was lying on the bed with his hands folded behind his head, quickly attracted the attention of several candidates in the surrounding rooms.

"Who is this man...... Is this self-abandonment? Why do you lie down as soon as you come in, is it really sick?"

"I've heard that some people haven't studied at all, and they are born with diseases that no one can cure, and then they will ask for the identity of a student in the academy, and then pay money to come to the Gongyuan to receive Wenqi treatment, and it is said that many dead ghosts have come back to life in this way. ”

"I don't look at this person, you see that his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and his temples are so full, I think he is in good health, this guy is so big, don't he be a genius of any academy, right?"

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As they were talking energetically, Master Wen walked over with a few deputy examiners behind his back.

Lord Wen's stern gaze swept over, and the group of candidates who were talking about Xue Zha shut up and bowed their heads to copy poems.

Lord Wen glanced at Xue Zhe, who was lying on the bed and making even breathing sounds, and he thought to himself: Isn't this kid a little big, even if you are talented, but you don't need to consume physical strength to write? Three days have passed in a blink of an eye, you don't have to hurry up and write poems, be careful that you can't get into Tongsheng when you turn back.

He had the heart to go over and remind him, but at this moment, someone shouted.

"Look, my lord, over there, room ninety-seven, there...... Someone there has already written a poem and started to quench his style!"

Everyone looked at the speaker's fingers, and saw a funnel vortex composed of white clouds appear above the roof of a house, and streams of pure literary qi dripped from the lower mouth of the funnel like solid raindrops, burrowing into the body of the examinees in the room, causing it to let out a reverie-inducing moan.

Lord Wen's brows jumped, and he said in his heart: Are the candidates of this class so good? Write a poem so quickly, you kid is here to smash the field!

But to be able to have a genius scholar appear from the territory of the prefecture under his jurisdiction, and it is also his political achievements, he hurried a few steps over to check.

There were candidates next to him who also looked at room ninety-seven with envy, and the good man said, "Hmm...... I remember that the students there seemed to be students of Hongmei Academy, the name of the No. 1 Academy of Anlu Mansion, and they couldn't run away this year. ”

When the people from the other four major academies heard this, they all snorted unhappily, and these students of the big academy who were embroidered with green leaves, purple jade, blue grass, and white turtles on their chests secretly gritted their teeth and struggled to write, and no one paid too much attention to Xue Zha, who lay down to sleep as soon as he came in.

Xue Zhe, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and fusing his memory, gradually had a clear understanding of the Anlu Mansion of the White Kingdom in the Wenyu Continent.

The history of this world is highly similar to that of China, but only before the Tang Dynasty, several dynasties of the Xia, Shang and Zhou, Qin and Han dynasties, the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the fierce and short-lived Sui Dynasty all appeared here in turn, and those famous figures have left their traces here.

"Hmm...... Then you can only copy the poems of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties! It's a pity, it's a pity, although there are many poems in these dynasties, there are no particularly powerful scriptures!"

Xue Zhe was a little depressed, he only saw the portraits of "Erzhu Yuan Yicheng", Lu Jiuyuan, Zhou Dunyi, Wang Yangming, and Zeng Guofan...... Right?

In addition to the history of the Wenyu Continent, Xue Zha also looked down vertically on the social structure of the entire world from the memories of the three of them.

In a word: this is a model society composed of three parts: the Holy Courtyard, the Imperial Palace, and the Jianghu Martial Arts.

At this time, the Holy Court was above the emperors of the Six Kingdoms; at this time, the court government had no right to intervene in the Wulin rivers and lakes; at this time, the white country where he was located was in turmoil.

"Hmm...... I feel that it is easy to toss a little lively! Then what are you hesitating about, do it, Xue Zha! Do something, Xue Zha!"

Xue Zhe opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, as if they were full of stars.