In the examination room, Ye Xingyuan, who didn't know anything about things outside the examination room, thanked the examiner and calmly sat down to look at the exam questions. First of all, the twenty questions of Moyi are all in my eyes, and there are no off-topic problems. Ye Xingyuan gradually relieved himself, as long as there were no mistakes here, at least half of the fame of Xiucai would be in hand.

Look at the test post poem again, it is "endowed with the east to look at the clouds", this topic is decent, it is nothing more than a poem written by a high platform looking far away, Ye Xingyuan has a lot of goods in his stomach, just pick a poem, and he didn't take it to heart.

It depends on whether the article will be too biased, Ye Xingyuan knows that this world exam is subject to the traction of heaven, even if the same topic is repeatedly examined, as long as the perception changes, the same article will not be able to write the original level. Therefore, most of them are normal topics, not like the imperial examinations of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and there are quite a lot of strange questions, which makes it difficult for people to start.

After seeing the word "Study" in the article, Ye Xingyuan's worries disappeared completely, and countless famous articles popped up in his mind in just an instant, and he could simply choose at will.

In this way, Ye Xingyuan already knows the content of Moyi, trial poems and articles, and with a little correction, he can keep improving, and with his strong spiritual power, the test paper is absolutely proud of his peers. As for the celestial induction, as long as no one makes a ghost, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

This is not in a hurry, Ye Xingyuan followed his usual rhythm, ate something first, made hot tea, and nourished his spirits. Then I put down the pen in one go, first the pen walked the dragon snake, wrote twenty ink meanings, carefully checked, and found no mistakes or omissions, and then put it aside to dry.

After that, the trial poem is also a wave, anyway, in today's world, there are only a few people who are able to pick Ye Xingyuan's poetry faults, and there are only a few, how can the small house try?

In the end, this article is the most important thing in the exam, Ye Xingyuan thought about it for a while, and he was not in a hurry. Even though you already have a draft, let's do a draft first and see how it feels.

He calmly put down his pen and wrote down a few sentences, "The big wood is the pest, the fine wood is the tree, the dwarf, the dwarf, the squirrel, the scum, the wedge, each has its own suitability, and the person who makes the room is also the work of the craftsman." ”

Ye Xingyuan's body is now full of spiritual power, and his pen is full of flowers, and when a few words fall, he sees the spiritual light shining and the heavens shaking. Above the clouds, lightning flashed, thunder rolled, and the rain was heavier.

Ye Xingyuan was overjoyed, could it be said that Ding Ruyi was just a verbal threat, and did not make any substantive moves? If he continued to write it like this, he would easily become a famous article, and there would be no shortage of visions that triggered the heavens.

He hurriedly continued to write, "I have a big tree, which people call it. Its large capital is bloated but not in the rope ink, and its twigs are curly but not in order. Standing on the paint, the craftsman ignores. ”

Ye Xingyuan had just finished writing it, and he felt that something was wrong. These two sentences are not the same thing at all, how can I write them down by myself? Could it be that there are too many wonderful sentences in my mind, because I wrote it to wood, so I inexplicably took such a sentence?

At this moment, on the paper, because the preface did not match the afterword, the flowery state displayed by the spiritual power immediately withered, and even the light dimmed.

Is this because he didn't rest well last night, so he was sleepy and made such a low-level mistake? Ye Xingyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, stretched out his hand to cross out the second sentence, and settled his mind, so he wrote it down seriously.

"Yuza, Dansha, Red Arrow, Qingzhi, Niu Pu, Ma Bo, the skin of the defeated drum, all inclusive, ready to be used, the good of the doctor. ”

Whew! The spiritual power was beating and rejoicing, as if the broken bead chain was worn again, and the color of the article suddenly became different.

That's it, Ye Xingyuan exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then took a sip of tea to refresh himself. The mistake of not matching the preface just now is really inexplicable, probably because I am too relaxed, believing that as long as I concentrate, I will never make the same mistake again.

"Dansha is the most Chen and Jin. Mayang is the ancient Jinzhou land. The best one is arrow sand, the unfruitful one is lung sand, and the fine one is the end sand. Those who do not stain paper with purple color are old pit sand and are of high grade, and those who dye paper with fresh color are new pit sand, second. ”

But when Ye Xingyuan wrote another sentence, he finally couldn't help but throw his pen on the ground, dumbfounded, what the hell is this?

If he connected these four sentences to show others, he would probably be laughed out of his big teeth, and he just thought that he was joking when he read books. What's the weird stuff in your head that makes you write like this?

Ye Xingyuan, who had always maintained a high degree of vigilance, finally believed that this was by no means his own problem, and someone must be making trouble.

The two sentences of "big wood" and "jade" are the method of using metaphors to describe people, which is the so-called metaphor for people! Therefore, I am not talking about wood and medicinal materials at all, and no matter how confused my brain is, it is impossible to continue to write about the medicinal properties and origin of dansha after this!

Could it be that Ding Ruyi is starting to start? Ye Xingyuan frowned, raised his eyes, and saw the rain curtain in front of him, blocking his vision. There seems to be a whirlpool within the rain curtain, driving the raindrops to rotate non-stop, and the wind direction is messy and dizzying.

He closed his eyes, and the flow of spiritual power in his body was stable and even, and there was nothing abnormal. But when he tried to comprehend the scriptures and pull the heavenly machine, it seemed that there was always an invisible hand pushing him, so that he couldn't settle down.

Maybe he used some kind of method to disrupt the heavens, so that he couldn't make a complete article? If so, this Ding Ruyi has taken his own army!

Ye Xingyuan raised his eyes and looked around, and he couldn't see that there was a medium to exert his magical powers, and the forbidden talisman on his head was also functioning normally. The function of the forbidden talisman is to prevent foreign supernatural powers from interfering with the exam, but now there is no means to prevent Ding Ruyi? It seems that Ding Ruyi is worthy of being a hybrid of the Dragon Palace and the barbarians, and he has a bit of unexpected evil skills!

Fortunately, he still has a killer feature! As long as the other party uses magic powers to deal with him, there is always something to break, because his cosmic blade sword spirit is specialized in breaking spell powers, provided that the gap with the other party's level is not too big.

But to urge the sword spirit, there must be a mantra as a guide. And this mantra must have an entry point.

Ye Xingyuan pondered for a moment, the other party used the chaotic heavenly machine to deal with him, and it seemed that the entry point for his own cracking should be to set things right. Dan Ding Ruyi did what he did, but Ye Xingyuan didn't know in his heart.

After thinking about it, Ye Xingyuan suddenly realized that the reason why his article is not going well now is nothing more than his confusion, and the reason for his confusion must be because of his differences. Ding Ruyi is a barbarian, he behaves strangely in the Central Plains, and he is disagreeable, so the mantra should come from here!

A smile appeared on Ye Xingyuan's face, and he picked up a pen and wrote eight words like an axe on the white paper: "If you are not of my race, your heart will be different!"

He was afraid that the weight of the eight words would not be enough, so he continued to write later: "Yuer barbarian clown, dissenting can be punished, today's Central Plains Talent Ceremony, dare to lurk treacherous plots, wanton poison like this." I am sincere in learning, but I am deceived, and I am puzzled, what is the use of the true spirit?"

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