Southwest corner.

The cane covers the eaves, and the bamboo trees are verdant.

The fish come to the small pond green, and the birds go to the wood to be more secluded.

Chen Yan sat in the number building, his posture was like a pine, looking at Mingyuan Tower.

Thundered

The next moment, three rays of light rose from the building, one was bright and bright, lingering, one was bloody, the forest was cold, and the other was singing in the sky, deep and secluded.

White, black and red, the three-color brilliance flows, and the sound of tinkling is endless.

"This is the school of government, the ruler, the gods,"

Chen Yan used the technique of qi observation to sense the changes in the qi machine above Mingyuan Tower, and said to himself, "It is really interesting to study and govern, supplemented by the leader and the gods." ”

"The three examiners are here, and the college exam is about to begin. ”

Ding Ding Ding,

Sure enough, at this time, the school administration upstairs in Mingyuan rang the bell, and the annual college examination began.

"Hmm,"

Chen Yan quickly got the exam questions, opened them, and knew it in his heart.

"It's the scriptures,"

Chen Yan looked at the first volume first, which was Jingyi.

The Sutra is to take a passage from the book of the sages and ask you to write the following sentence silently, without understanding, only memory and calligraphy.

This topic is not difficult for those who know, but not for those who are difficult.

Chen Yan originally had a good foundation, and after rushing to open up the sea of knowledge, his thinking was active, his memory increased greatly, and he had already memorized the book of sages designated for the exam.

Just a simple glance, Chen Yan knew in his heart, a little groaning, just pick up the pen and write, thin gold small characters, the wind and bones are refreshing, like flowing clouds and water, continuous into a line.

There is no need to think about it at all, if you are like a god in your pen, after writing and turning a page, the small volume of scriptures and meanings that should have been two hours has been completed in less than an hour.

Chen Yan casually put aside the small volume of Jingyi that he had written, pressed it with a stone, and then flipped through the second volume, which was a poem.

Although the Dayan Dynasty emphasized the scriptures and the truths of the sages, the poetry was still popular and the most talented.

Don't say it's the college exam, it's the palace exam, there will be a poetry exam paper.

"Poetry,"

Chen Yan smiled, he didn't know how many poems he had appreciated in his previous life, and he could stand out from the crowd by writing a random poem.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Chen Yan's expression moved, and he suddenly noticed that a vague thought swept through the house, and there was a smell of incense.

"It's a divine patrol,"

Chen Yan reacted immediately, the soul in the sea of knowledge was motionless, and the gods patrolled, which was to prevent some candidates from carrying cheat sheets and other cheating methods.

"This god is really powerful,"

Chen Yan's eyes turned, you must know that there are no less than eight thousand candidates in the entire Tribute Academy, and the gods on the upper floor of Mingyuan can be divided and supervised, all of them are included, and the vastness of the divine power is beyond imagination.

After settling down, Chen Yan looked at the requirements of the poem while grinding the ink, and thought in his heart, he should plagiarize that poem, which should be superior to others, but it should not be too shocking.

"Cottage, Plum Village,"

Chen Yan's various thoughts flashed like a flash, his eyes lit up, and he said, "There is." ”

The fang-hedged hut covers the moss, and the begging bamboo is planted by hand. It's not good to be greedy, and it's customary to answer love books late.

Listen to the rain stall poems in the idle window, and watch the howling platform on the clouds alone. Sangluo wine is fragrant and orange is beautiful, and the fishing fat oblique grass hall is opened.

"This one is Masaka Umemura,"

Chen Yan nodded with satisfaction, the poems are picturesque, delicate and beautiful, comfortable and natural, and have a deep memory, especially with the calligraphy like a clear stream, which complements each other.

"Volume III,"

Putting away the small poems, Chen Yan turned to the last volume, which was a simple little strategy.

The so-called small strategy theory is to give you a topic, and then play freely, of course, you can't go against the sages and sages.

"Hmm,"

Chen Yan tapped his fingers on the stone case and made an aggressive sound, his foundation in this life is very solid, and he has the sage principles of his previous life, and it is not difficult to combine the two to write a refreshing article.

"To get the head of the case, this little strategy is very important. ”

Chen Yan thought about it, first picked up a pen and wrote an article on the manuscript paper, and then modified, increased or subtracted according to what he learned in his heart, so that the whole article was brilliant and not surprising, reasonable but not obscure, in line with the mean, and upright.

After the revision, Chen Yan recited it again in a low voice to ensure that it was catchy, checked the words and phrases that were not offended, and after confirming that everything was correct, he was ready to formally transcribe it.

Quietly grinding the fine ink, smelling the faint aroma, Chen Yan's eyes were deep, and he eliminated all distracting thoughts, keeping the spiritual platform empty and clean.

It took a full quarter of an hour to grind the fine ink, Chen Yan raised his hand to take the brush, covered it with thick ink, and began to write on the exam paper, splashing ink.

"The Virtue of a Gentleman,"

Chen Yan sat up straight, holding a brush in his hand, his mind was ethereal, only hearing the rustle of the tip of the pen and the paper, and one beautiful and more beautiful and rational passage appeared on the paper, from less to more.

Engrossed in the words, Chen Yan's pen seems to have a new change, between the strong and vigorous, more than three points of tactful and dignified, like yin and yang, making the font more pleasing to the eye.

rustle,

Chen Yan entered a mysterious artistic conception, the words are born from the heart, the pen is haloed, the golden light is floating in the air, and the muscles and bones are like this.

"Huh,"

Lady Linghui upstairs was covered by her thoughts, and she noticed the changes in her qi, she brushed the hanging green silk, and muttered, "I can't imagine that among the children, there are still people with such a strong calligraphy style, just this big character that blurs the spiritual light, can compete for the top three." ”

"Who is it?"

Mrs. Linghui's beautiful eyes moved, but due to the rules, she couldn't directly check the candidate's name and surname, so she could only write down the other party's house number and said, "Tianzi thirty-six." ”

"Hmm,"

Commander Wang sat on a large pear blossom wood chair, his hands flat on the armrests, and in his senses, bright light appeared above the 8000 house, some like lamps, some like fists, and some like torches, different sizes and brightness.

Look closely, there are more than a dozen bright lights in the sky, like a rainbow bridge, if there is no white gas shape, one after another.

"Jintai Mansion is really the peak of cultural movement,"

The king nodded secretly, just looking at this literary vision, it was almost comparable to lifting people's personality.

"I don't know if it will be the choice of the Yuan in the future,"

Commander Wang closed his eyes and didn't look at it anymore, anyway, he was a military attaché and had to keep a certain distance from the literati.

"It's so prosperous,"

Among the three invigilators, Cui Xuezheng was the most happy, as the person in charge of the imperial examination education in the entire Yunzhou, he was of course very pleased that there were students who could excel.

"It's all a reserve. ”

Cui Xuezheng waved his sleeves, stood up, pushed open the small window, full of joy, every time he was able to preside over the exam, he always had the joy of having a successor.

"Hey, someone handed in the papers so early?"

Cui Xuezheng turned his eyes, and just saw someone walking out of the house, with fluttering sleeves, calm and calm, and under the guidance of the government soldiers, he waited in the back square.

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