Once every three years, the green money is ten thousand choices.

Time flies, first in Yujing has a thousand miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting year, and then there is the night for three days of Shangyuan Festival, 'You Ye Rush, go to Ma Pubo' Yan Jiu Festival, one yuan restart, the earth rejuvenation of the flower Dynasty Festival, not a few days, is going to try.

The examination is divided into three sessions and seven days.

The ninth day of the first month begins and ends on the fifteenth.

Coming in the day before, playing the day after.

Chen Fusheng, together with Ye Xin, Su Guo and other Sichuan and Shu candidates, gathered outside the gate of the Gongyuan Academy, waiting for the roll call to enter.

At this time, Chen Fusheng's face was no longer worried about being taken away by monsters.

He thought very clearly, as long as he passed the test, he would be one step closer to Su Zhengfeng, and the day of entering the Righteous Path Sect would not be far away.

When the time comes, it is natural to find a way to improve the cultivation openly, and once the cultivation arrives, there are countless means to get rid of the demons in the sea of consciousness.

With the current state of the monster, even if it is tens or hundreds of years, I am afraid it will be impossible to recover and pose a threat to him.

"This time, it is said that His Majesty will personally invigilate the exam, and I don't know what questions will come out?" On the side of Chen Fusheng and the others, a young man with a steady face, seemingly unintentional, said casually.

"Brother Wen, what do you mean by this, I heard that this time it wasn't Huang Shangshu from the Ministry of Rites to invigilate the exam? Why did he suddenly become Wang Xiang, didn't he preside over the major event of changing the law?"

This sentence is like a boulder falling into the water, stirring up a thousand waves.

The candidates next to him suddenly exploded and asked.

However, this time, the other party seemed to have become a gourd, and he closed his mouth and stopped saying a word.

The arm was pulled, Chen Fusheng looked over, and it was Ye Xin and Su Guo who looked at him with an inquiring look at him at the same time.

Nodding slightly, he quietly completed a round of eye contact.

The three of them have been together for a long time, so they naturally understand each other's meaning.

This imperial examination looks like it is going to make big waves.

These days, Yujing is quite calm, and there is no kind of depression that is about to come from the court.

However, the candidates are a group of people who are most concerned about the direction of the government, and there are many people who have such and such relationships, so they can get a lot of relationships that are difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Everyone understands that the old guards and the reformers of the court are still patient in addition to their respective bosses, and their younger brothers have already started a war.

The situation is like a barrel of gunpowder on a fire rack, which can explode at any moment.

Originally, the chief examiner of the Ministry of Rites this time was an out-and-out old party.

With his invigilator, candidates only need to write their own duties, basically by virtue of their knowledge level, and they don't need to consider standing in line.

And this time, if it is really as the young man said, the emperor himself has taken action to change the generals, then the emperor has clearly stood on the side of the new party.

How to write this article needs to be carefully considered.

Writing conservatively is definitely not liked, and writing is sharp, but it doesn't make a fool of the back, and if you offend the old party, maybe it's still a two-sided unflattering situation.

So except for a few people who were risky by nature, all the candidates felt a big head.

However, Chen Fusheng didn't have the heart to think about these at this time.

"What a strong power to seal the town!"

After searching his body, as soon as he entered the tribute courtyard, Chen Fusheng was shocked.

There is no other reason, the tone in this tribute court is too heavy, and the suppression of magic is also extreme, almost overwhelming him.

This tribute academy already occupies the capital of a country, and at the time of this triennial competition, it can be said that not only scholars, but also the eyes of the whole world are focused here.

Originally, Chen Fusheng had abolished the cultivation of the Great Freedom Son of Heaven Law, and he also had poetry and books in his belly, and he even brought the blessing of the aura of Xie Yuan.

This tone would not have suppressed him, but would have supported him.

But two uninvited guests broke into his sea of knowledge one after another. Although he had suppressed it with the demon seed, there was still a trace of aura that inevitably came out.

The mussel essence is a different kind of enlightenment, and it will naturally be suppressed by the Confucian mind.

Although Robert Lee is a Terran, he is an out-and-out alien, and he is an alien visitor, and the whole world is his enemy.

And as their host, Chen Fusheng naturally has to bear the corresponding price, in fact, if it weren't for his deep concentration, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to stand on his feet.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong with you, but what's wrong with your body?" Ye Xin keenly noticed that Chen Fusheng's complexion had changed drastically, and hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that I was a little nervous last night and didn't rest well, and I caught a cold, you don't have to worry about me, hurry up and find your own room." Chen Fusheng looked at everyone's gaze and waved his hand.

When everyone dispersed, Chen Fusheng reluctantly dragged his body and found his own room according to the number plate.

Put everything aside and just close your eyes and breathe.

The night passed hard.

Chen Fusheng, who barely recovered, found that while he was trying to adapt to the Gongyuan, the repressive force of the Gongyuan also became stronger.

"It looks like we're going to be in danger this time. Chen Fusheng's face was gloomy, and he thought unswervingly.

He is still a person who seeks stability and properness in essence, even if he knew that the main exam this time was Wang Xiang, who intended to change the law, he didn't plan to show his attitude too clearly.

But if you can't win by surprise this time, I'm afraid you will fall off the list, and then the plan of the Heavenly Desire Venerable will not be completed, who knows what will happen.

Thinking of this, Chen Fusheng slowly opened the roll bag.

The title is only four words, exactly: "The Law of the First King".

Chen Fusheng smiled slightly, as the so-called: "Rules, the best of the party, the saint, the best of humanity." If you want to be a king, you will do your best, and if you want to be a minister, you will do your best. Both are just Fa Yao Shun. Those who do not use Shun to do things to the king, and those who do not respect the king, and those who do not rule the people with Yao, and those who steal the people. ”

The core of the old man is "benevolent government" and "royal road". In his opinion, in order to govern, we must "follow the law of the previous king", otherwise it is deviant, and people and gods can condemn it.

And the "ancestor Shu Yao Shun" and the charter of civil and military "Confucius" is a typical representative of the "Fa Xian King".

However, since the emperor asked the leader of the new party to do the first invigilation, the intention of this question is obvious.

Chen Fusheng used the pen as a sword, instilled a high-spirited sword intent into it, and then the pen walked the dragon and snake, and three lines of big characters erupted:

"Don't be afraid of the sky!

The ancestors are not enough!

Words are not enough!"

As soon as these fifteen words appeared, a vision was born.

The sky was blue and white, and suddenly, the dark clouds were thick, and then the spring thunder rolled in.

It's like God is angry!

Outside the flying rainbow bridge, to the public hall.

The examiner in the eighteenth room, who was idle, couldn't help but talk to each other and whispered.