"The essay begins now. ”

It was Di Lao who was sitting on the Taishi chair in front of him, and his voice was like that of an old man fishing, and he whispered softly on the calm lake: "I bite the hook." But the sound wrapped in soul power and clearly reached the ears of every candidate.

As soon as the words fell, two men who were about the same age walked in front of Di Lao, one of them was holding a scroll framed by Han Jin, and the other was holding one end and slowly opened it. After only a few inches of expansion, the two of them stepped back, but the Han Jin scroll floated in the air and slowly opened it by itself.

"Soul warriors are indeed much stronger than mortals. ”

It was only after the wind stopped coming down the mountain that he saw the means of the soul warrior, and the gap between mortals and soul warriors was much bigger than he imagined, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Han Jin is fully unfolded, and there are four powerful characters written on it, and it can be seen that the person who writes has a deep foundation, and has been in a high position for a long time, and you can feel a momentum from the words. In the end, Feng Zhijing began to pay attention to the content of the word, that is, the title of this literary exam: "Shenyuan asked".

Before the start of the exam, Bo Ci mentioned that the content of the literary examination in the past years was all about the governance of the world and the changes of ancient and modern times, but he didn't want to completely change the content today.

It was as if the early summer had turned into a cold winter, and the atmosphere was much colder. The faces of all the candidates turned cold, and no one could have imagined that the test questions would change so dramatically. After more than 10 years of hard study, I only know poetry, books and Bibles, who knows the Shenyuan Avenue? Even if I can't enter the Tao, the article has been appreciated by the Emperor Han, and it is good to get a clerical job. This topic is so that everyone has nowhere to write.

"The literary test lasts for three incense sticks, and the incense is all rolled up. ”

In front of the left side of the pavilion was placed a bunch-sized incense tripod, in which three pillars of sandalwood were inserted, the first incense stick had been lit, and a wisp of light smoke rose out.

"Dao" is a strange and familiar word for the wind stop. The Taoist temple has the word "Tao", and he has lived in the Taoist temple since he can remember. The men and women of Jing'an Mountain always call themselves "little Taoist boys".

"Grandpa should know the Tao. ”

The image of the old Taoist priest to the wind is very unfathomable, and he can meditate on the paving group without moving for a day. He rarely speaks, not even to himself. But in the limited dialogue, many of them are esoteric and take a long time to understand.

The old Taoist priest was also very strange, many times he felt that he had a lot to say, but in the end he shook his head and continued to sit on the bunk, time seemed to stand still. Feng Zhijing found his own small shop group and sat on it, and over the years he had developed the ability to sit and sleep, because the old Taoist priest would not look back to see if he was serious.

Many times, the wind stops feeling out of place with this Taoist temple, born in a Taoist temple, but never read a Taoist book. In the cave behind the view, there was a mountain of books, and he was curious about how Lao Dao had so many books. As soon as I turned over many books, a sense of history came to my face. A mountain of books, but I can't find a single Taoist book.

"Grandpa, what do you say?"

“......”

"Is there a sermon in the Book of Words?"

“......”

"Why don't we have a Taoist book in our Taoist temple?"

“......”

"Is the Fushen Avenue the Dao?"

“......”

Feng Zhijing always felt that the old Taoist priest had entered the Tao as soon as he meditated, and the Tao was so ethereal and mysterious to him, and everything was running without being affected by it. The old Taoist priest is like this, no matter what happens, he stands like a sinking bell in the view.

"Inadvertently, it's distracted. ”

Feng Zhijing came back to his senses from his thoughts, and when he saw the incense ding, the third pillar of incense had been lit. However, I don't know that Feng Zhijing didn't start writing, Feng Zhijing looked at more than 100 people in front of him, and everyone's pen was quietly hung on the wooden frame.

"This year's question is to the scholars of the counties. ”

Feng Zhijing sighed in his heart, unfolded Han Jin, took off the pen, and dipped it in Rongjing's new ink.

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Huayi Hall was already snoring like thunder, and the old man who was still sitting on the chair was now lying on the ground, with his head in the middle of the chair legs. Fortunately, Huayi Hall is an important place in the palace, and there will be no idle people passing by, and people who can go to this kind of place already know the character of the old man. Otherwise, the dean of the dignified Wenxin Academy would be so unkempt, not only Han Qi, but the entire Three Kingdoms of the Central Plains would cause a sensation.

"It's still Hong Lao who lives freely. ”

Han Huang Han sighed proudly, it is not easy for everyone in the world, even the king of a country has his own difficulties, and he can't do it casually. Every time he took the literary exam, Han Ao would take Elder Hong with him and share a room with him, and time seemed to be much faster. The annual literary test of three incense sticks, in Han Ao's eyes, is longer than the two-hour court meeting. The hall was so silent that it always needed some sound to break through the silence. Every year, Elder Hong sleeps in Huayi Hall, if he doesn't hear this familiar snoring sound this time, it will make Han Ao a little unaccustomed.

"I've already burned two sticks of incense, and it looks like that's the case this year. ”

Since ascending to the throne of Emperor Han, Han Ao has been waiting in Huayi Hall for the annual literary test, maybe not only him, maybe the entire Han Qi is waiting. Even if there is no one person waiting for thousands of years, every generation of Han Huang is still waiting. Han Qi's ministers didn't know what the royal family was insisting on, and there was no result, but they kept the literary test, and it seemed that only Emperor Han was insisting on it in the whole Han Qi. The strange thing is that even the prince who supported the ban on the literary examination went against the norm after ascending the throne and became a new adherent, is it for the evaluation of "Wen Qi Han Qi"?

"It looks like it's coming again. ”

Han Ao picked up the small jade teacup, put it to his lips and took a sip of condensed tea, and looked at the hollow carved wooden window.

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"I knew you were here. ”

Zhu Xin hadn't walked to Bo Ci's side, but his voice arrived first. Bo Ci had already felt Zhu Xin's arrival, but he didn't look back, and continued to look at the Wen Pavilion on the second floor.

"If I take back Canglang Lou, he is indeed different from other scholars. ”

Finding Bo Ci in front of the Wen Pavilion, Zhu Xin knew that he must not be there to watch the Shenyuan Xuanbang in the Pavilion. If Bo Ci cared about this Xuan Bang, he would not be at the bottom of the Xuan List every year, at least he knew that his strength was not as good as Bo Ci. Even if he had some adventures in the Sun Addiction Cave, he still felt that Bo Ci was unfathomable, he didn't know what Bo Ci really wanted, but even if he was an enemy of the entire Shenyuan Continent, he would follow him.

However, he is only a little literary talented, and he may be able to become a convincing writer like Lord Mencius, but he is still too far from the master. There was only one master in the entire Shenyuan before, and there will only be one master in the future. ”

"I believe in him. ”

"Time will always prove you right, I hope you are still right this time, I will wait with you, but there is only time left for a stick of incense. ”

"As long as the incense is not burned out, then everything is not certain. ”

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In the pavilion, the sandalwood was still burning, and only the wisps of light smoke reminded everyone that time had not froze.

Feng Zhijing didn't have any comprehension of the Shenyuan Heavenly Dao, but he also had his own Dao, even if it was wrong. His Tao is more than ten years of cognition of Shenyuan, and what he has seen and heard after going down the mountain, so he will write this.

"Baiyang Yinghui and Biliu, covering the noble household of Zhumen. This is the Rongjing in his first eye.

"The scholar was early, he entered the capital, and he sought enlightenment in his high heart. This is the purpose of the scholars here.

"Holy Emperor Zai, Wen Ge asks all over the place, Shenyuan is boundless?"

"Look at all beings, put pen to paper, and don't have a good idea. "It's what you see.

The first stack is very simple, there is nothing surprising, very vulgar sentences, but this is what Fengzhi has seen and heard from Rongjing. After writing the first stack, he stopped his pen and looked at the scholar in front of him who had been studying hard for decades just for today's try. He suddenly felt very sad for the person in front of him, and he read poetry and books just for a literary test in this attic.

Feng Zhijing raised his pen again and began to write the second stack. Just as he was about to put pen to paper, he stopped. Because of the inexplicable illusory feeling behind Canglang Tower, he felt that he should be sick, and he was even sicker. Originally, this inexplicable feeling would only appear when night fell and the stars were in the sky, but now even daylight began to appear.

"It's not a way to drag it out like this, find a Lang Zhong to take a look after Wen tried. ”

With a measure in his heart, he gently patted his forehead with his right hand, concentrated his energy, and began to write the second stack.

"Ten years of cold windows, old chairs and fresh water, for self-enlightenment. "In the eyes of Feng Zhijing, hard reading is not for the ethereal Heavenly Dao.

"A candle flame, a thousand leaves, a grateful bell to complain. What supported the scholars to study hard all night was the long ringing of the Wen Zhong in their hearts.

"Leaning on the red table, the Beijing paper is full, the wooden pavilion is high, who can get the way?"

"Master Cen, build a literary heart, only gulls and herons remain. "The Wenge is still the same Wenge back then, but it is no longer the grand scene of the past.

After the second stack was written, half of the third pillar of sandalwood remained.

"It should still be in time. ”

The wind stopped and put his mind at ease and prepared to write the third stack.

Wenzhong has always been the symbol of Wenxin Academy, even if it is now just an ordinary ornament, quietly hanging on the top of the Wenkaku's tower. Every person who comes to Wenxin College to study, when waiting outside the gate of the college, will notice the hanging clock at first sight, talk about the history of the bell, talk about the millennium Master Cen has become the topic of the candidates to pass the long waiting time.

No one knows how Wen Zhong came about, the current Han Qi royal family doesn't know, Master Cen thousands of years ago doesn't know, and maybe the Dragon Teng Empire royal family who got it doesn't know either. Some people say that it is a strange thing that was born from ancient times, and some people say that it is a heavy weapon used by the ancient desolate soul god to summon the Shenyuan human race.

The bell has not been disturbed for thousands of years, and although it has not been eroded by the years, its surface is covered with dust. No one noticed that the Wen Zhong hanging high in the Wen Pavilion trembled slightly, shaking off the dust. What no one noticed, in the distant void, the Nine Heavens Star Constellation quietly shifted.