The temple is not big, and the halls and monks inside are not very spacious, but it seems that there is only one old monk in this temple, which is more than enough.

After Xu Xian and the scholar entered the hall, the old monk first introduced himself: "The three donors don't need to be called abbots and monks, and the poor monk is just an ordinary monk who travels all over the world, and the Dharma name does not move." After a pause, he said quite enthusiastically: "The three donors don't have to be polite, go on a trip for a day, find a random place to sit down and rest first, and I'll go get you something to eat." ”

"Thank you, Mage. The scholar held a folding fan and wore a scarf on his head, which was quite elegant, and thanked him politely.

After the mage left, he Shi Shiran tidied up the dust on his clothes, and asked the scholar to help him wipe the stone stool before sitting down.

Then, he remembered Xu Xian, who followed him into the temple to spend the night, and looked at it, showing a little surprise in his eyes, probably seeing that Xu Xian's identity was extraordinary, and he should not be an ordinary scholar without merit, so he stood up and hugged his fists and said: "Under Zhu Xiaolian, Yuanfeng has been raised for four years, and he has not asked his brother Taizun for his name?"

It's actually a lifter?

Xu Xian was a little surprised in his heart. There are thousands of scholars in the Dali Dynasty, but there are not many who can be admitted to the lifting of people, and with the fame of lifting people, it can be said that they are leaping into the dragon gate, and they are also considered upper-class people in the Dali Dynasty.

However, it is not surprising if you think about it carefully, since Zhu Xiaolian has worked tirelessly and traveled thousands of miles from Lingnan to the capital to study, he naturally has a certain background and ability, and it is reasonable to have a reputation for others. Otherwise, if your own knowledge is too low, it is enough to study in your hometown, so why come to the capital to offer ugliness?

Moreover, after winning the lift, if you continue to take the imperial examination, you will be able to take the exam.

The examinations are held in the capital Yingtianfu, and if you want to take the exam, you have to enter Beijing. Therefore, many scholars in the world will rush to the capital after the middle lift.

First, it is to be able to better enter the school, and secondly, it is also to facilitate the exam.

As for the 'four years of Yuanfeng', Yuanfeng refers to the name of the era that has been changed today, and this year is already the sixth year of Yuanfeng. It shows that Zhu Xiaolian was selected in the previous township examination. If Xu Xian claims to be himself, he will say that he is Yuanfeng in the sixth year.

It seems that Zhu Xiaolian had already taken the entrance examination last year, but he failed to pass the Jinshi examination, so he is still a person.

"In Xu Hanwen, this year just lifted. Xu Xian also smiled slightly, hugged his fists and returned the salute.

"Xu Hanwen ......" Zhu Xiaolian muttered the name, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if he felt that this name seemed a little familiar, but he didn't react for a while.

After all, although Xu Xian is now a world-famous talent, many poems have been spread all over the world, and he is very famous, but most people say 'Xu Xian' when they talk about him, not 'Xu Hanwen'.

Zhu Xiaolian must have heard of Xu Xian, but suddenly he couldn't remember that Xu Xian was the number one talent in Jiangnan.

"Childe, drink water. The scholar was very diligent, and after putting down the bag on his back, he immediately took out the kettle for Zhu Xiaolian to drink.

After Zhu Xiaolian took a sip, he looked at Xu Xian again, and asked tentatively in a low voice: "Brother Xu went to the capital to study this time, has he been admitted to Yingtianfu Academy?"

Xu Xian shook his head and said, "No." ”

Seeing this, the expression on Zhu Xiaolian's face was much more relaxed.

If you want to enter Ying Tianfu Academy, it is very difficult to raise your identity, and most of the people in the world cannot pass the admission assessment of Ying Tianfu Academy. If you can enter the Tianfu Academy to study, it means that there is at least a great hope that you can be promoted to the Jinshi! As for Xu Xian and Fang Zhongyong, who were admitted when they were showing their talents, they can only be described as geniuses, and there are only a handful of them in the entire Dali Dynasty.

Zhu Xiaolian said with emotion: "If you want to be admitted to Yingtianfu Academy, it is too difficult. If you can enter Yingtianfu Academy, it means that you have stepped into the circle of Jinshi with one foot. However, even if you can't enter Yingtianfu Academy, studying in the capital is much better than studying in other state capitals. In addition to Yingtianfu Academy, there are also Wutong Academy and Nanshan Academy in the capital, all of which are only a little worse than the four major academies!" After that, Zhu Xiaolian said with some pride on his face: "This time, I was admitted to Nanshan Academy, so I specially came to the capital to study." Brother Xu, you are so young, you can be promoted, even if you can't enter Yingtianfu Academy, you must be admitted to Wutong Academy and Nanshan Academy, right?"

"Uh......" Xu Xian was stunned for a moment, but still shook his head and said, "I haven't taken any academy's entrance exam yet. ”

In fact, he originally planned to go to Ying Tianfu Academy to listen to lectures after winning the move, and Fang Zhongyong also told him that many teachers in Ying Tianfu Academy were looking forward to him studying in Beijing.

However, when a holy decree suddenly came down today, asking him to go to Guozijian to report, no matter how powerful Ying Tianfu Academy is, it is impossible to rob people with Guozijian, and his hope is destined to fail.

When Zhu Xiaolian heard this, his face became a little weird.

In his opinion, Xu Xian's remarks were just to save his face. Xu Xian must not have been admitted to these famous academies in the capital, so he said that he had not taken the exam yet.

However, Zhu Xiaolian did not debunk Xu Xian's 'lies' and stopped the topic.

At this moment, the scholar who had finished his work saw a row of red candles placed on one of the walls of the hall, but the red candles were not lit, and the light in the hall was a little dim, so he walked over and slowly lit this row of red candles, as if he was offering incense.

While ordering, he muttered to himself: "This one is for my son-in-law, I hope my son-in-law will be able to pass the Jinshi examination in the future; this one is for myself, bless me not to worry about eating and ......drinking in the future" After ordering, he inadvertently glanced up at the wall, and suddenly his eyes were a little stupid, and only after half a sound did he exclaim: "Childe, childe! Come and see, there are so many beautiful girls on this wall, all of them are fairies!"

Zhu Xiaolian happened to feel a little embarrassed talking to Xu Xian, so he stood up and walked over and knocked his scholar's head with a fan, and said, "What's all the fuss! Isn't it just a woman?

After saying that, he looked at the mural.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at the result, you will be shocked when you see it.

Zhu Xiaolian is a person, how to say it, he can be regarded as well-informed, and he will not be as shocked as a scholar. But this mural is so exquisite, not to mention painted on the stone wall, even if it is painted on rice paper, he has never seen such a lifelike and beautiful picture!

On the wall, as the scholar said, there are many goddesses with scattered flowers, one of them is a girl with drooping hair, smiling with flowers in her hand, her cherry mouth seems to be talking, and her eyes seem to be about to turn, which is indescribably expressive!

Zhu Xiaolian couldn't help but stare at the girl in the mural for a long time, and unconsciously, his heart began to shake, his body fluttered, and he didn't know where to fly with the scroll......