The test papers on the case are like mountains, thick stacked into volumes, the candidates who were confident before finished grading, and soon scratched their ears and cheeks, and the newly painted courtyard wall can naturally create a quiet and comfortable examination atmosphere.

Under the influence of such a short time and a large number of test questions, even if he urges the source qi to concentrate and concentrate his thoughts, it is extremely difficult to answer so many test questions in time, even if he is in the realm of force.

It was easy to see this from the increasingly anxious expressions of the candidates around him, but after Qianqin opened his eyes, he still had the leisure to take out a handkerchief and start wiping it.

After he finished all the preparations, the three incense sticks burned to only one stick, and the rest of the candidates certainly didn't have time to pay attention to the strange behavior of Young Master Qian, but the teaching of the invigilator began to be a little nervous, and it was hard to imagine what Luoyang would look like if the eldest grandson of the Qian's family was eliminated in the initial examination...

Stretched out his hand to lift the first volume of the test questions, drank the ink, and took a deep breath.

In addition to rolling and sighing, there is another sound in the lawn, similar to the friction of birds in the forest grooming their wings, or blunt sickles cutting grass.

However, many students who have studied poetry in private schools since childhood feel that this is more like the movement of being punished by their teachers for copying poems, and the sound of the pen moving rapidly on the ink scroll.

For candidates who have been literate since childhood, the poems that need to be copied are naturally deep in their minds, and copying can easily evolve into silent writing, and through the accumulation of times and experience, the impression will become deeper and deeper, and the speed will be faster and faster.

Well, the same is true of Qianqin.

The teachers in the Qian's family are all Hanlin teachers, and their recitation and homework have been literary examination questions since childhood.

The true meaning of jerky and difficult to understand, the remote and unpopular chapter notes, he has read and memorized it, so what is there to understand?

Qianqin suddenly remembered what the old man at home said when he patted him on the shoulder,

Money can really do whatever you want.

...

Zhao Yanmo slowly followed behind a gray-shirted man, silently afraid to raise his head.

"Who is he?" asked the gray-shirted man as he stopped.

"Yun Zhao, a martial arts candidate recommended by Huben Military Town. Zhao Yanmo's tone was very respectful.

"But why is he in Wenjuping?"

Zhao Yanmo was stunned when he heard this, and when he raised his head, he realized that there was a misunderstanding, only to see the gray-shirted man stretching out his hand and pointing to the courtyard wall, followed by a white-clothed young man who was struggling to write, but the speed of writing was too fast, and there were afterimages...

"This is Qianqin, the eldest grandson of the Luoyang Qian. ”

"Oh, that's interesting. ”

...

"Sir, what should you do with Yun Zhao of the Imperial Road?" Zhao Yanmo asked cautiously.

"When did Tang Lu say that you can't ride a horse on the imperial road?" the gray-shirted man turned his head with a somewhat curious expression.

Fear can easily become a habit, and many people's habits will gradually evolve into a consensus, Tang Law has never stipulated that the imperial road is not allowed to ride a horse, and people who are afraid would rather be tired on foot than dare to try to take that step, until King Wu rode on horseback one day, and everyone still laughed.

General Zhao suddenly remembered the conversation between the two teenagers before, the one who had not been in shape all day actually read through the Tang Law, thinking of the law files that were still increasing year by year, as well as the mountains of complicated law rituals, he was a little more admired by the white-clothed young man behind the courtyard wall.

As for the one who is flying on the royal road, he loves it more...... General Zhao, who came back to his senses, hurriedly looked around, and the original gray-shirted man had long since disappeared, so he had no choice but to return alone.

...

Compared with the mountains of test questions on the table, Yun Zhao's mood at this time was more melancholy, because he really saw a mountain.

It is not surprising that the examination hall of the martial arts evaluation is the military department's school field, and it is the case every year.

The military school field is a mountain, and it is not surprising that it is too exciting.

Yun Zhao looked at the towering peak with some confusion, he really didn't understand what the people in the military department were thinking about all day, in his impression, there were no mountains around Chang'an, and the overlook of the Eighteen Mile Pavilion would not deceive his eyes, so where did this one jump out of front of him...

It was a pity that the captain saw the confusion in their eyes, but he did not have the leisure to try to give an answer.

With a wave of his fist, more than a dozen light horsemen roared out on his side.

Wenju three incense, martial arts review through three levels.

When the bell of the Wenju roll had already echoed several times, the first level of the martial arts review had just begun.

Dozens of drafts are placed neatly in turn, and a corresponding number of arrow targets are quickly erected at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and the three levels of the martial arts evaluation are not the same every year, looking at the bow and arrow on the draft and the arrow targets in the distance, it is obvious that the first level of this year is to consider the candidate's archery.

The bow and crossbow hand who wore Yang at a hundred steps quickly covered his eyes, not the last adjustment state before the exam, but only by visual inspection, the draft was at least three hundred steps away from the arrow target, looking at the arrow target that almost became a black spot in the distance, many people's faces gradually turned pale.

"Martial commentator, step forward and draw your bow, only one arrow. ”

There is no order to try in turn, whoever dares to go up first will be tested first, each person only has a chance to shoot an arrow, the concise and straightforward words made the crowd suddenly quiet, only the whistling mountain wind remained.

The captain who audited on the side was not surprised, without any urging and reprimand, obviously leaving the time to the candidates themselves, since they could win the Zhaohua Order to participate in the exam, then they were all young talents worthy of recognition, and their fate should be controlled by themselves.

In the slightly smaller number of martial arts evaluation teams, Yun Zhao recognized many familiar faces, except for Yu Wentai, who has always been silly and happy, old acquaintances who were preparing for the test together in Huben Military Town, and colleagues from the border army who took up the case at Yaoxian's banquet, and a pair of eyes, without any emotion, looking at him indifferently.

Yun Zhao turned to meet the gaze, clenched his hands into fists to his waist, and stepped forward, his crotch facing upward.

"Afraid of you?"

In the midst of the horrified gaze, Yun Zhao patted his ass and left the queue and walked towards the draft very comfortably.

Xie Anshi's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't pay attention to the previous provocative actions, and walked out.

With an exclamation, the crowd suddenly tore through the queues on both sides, and then withdrew a few steps, almost colliding together, because one of them also walked out, carrying an ancient long sword on his back.

Without any emotional foreshadowing, three people walked out very stiffly, the most unfortunate of them just rode a horse on the imperial road and slipped through the circle, and the remaining two were on the list for a long time, and they occupied their respective rankings for a long time.

This kind of formation made everyone else stop, quietly watching the three of them walk towards the draft, as if three stunning rainbow lights swept out of the boring ink painting, and a strong oppressive force diffused.

Without even waiting for the atmosphere to ease in any way, and without giving the people around him the slightest respite, Xie Anshi stopped and pulled his bow to control the strings.

The movements are surprisingly clumsy, it can be seen that he is not good at the way of the bow and crossbow, it should be said that he does not even know the basic skills, the five fingers grasp the strings, and the arrows look crumbling on the knuckles, like a child in the market holding a sugar gourd, a little difficult but very happy.

Yes, Xie Anshi had a smile on the corner of his mouth, not knowing whether he was laughing at someone's indiscretion, or looking forward to the next interesting story.

Even if he couldn't control the arrows, and even the strength of pulling the string was a little insufficient, the cold life of his childhood obviously failed to give him the physique he deserved, and his slightly trembling arms were like hemp poles burning in the field, and the wind seemed to be fragile and about to break.

But all that changed in an instant,

A majestic aura erupted from this thin body.