In the 3,450 years of the Xuanyuan calendar, the morning sun was born on the mountain, the smoke curled in front of the house and behind the house, and the sound of chickens and dogs was heard, it was the dawn of Qianshan Village.

Life in the mountain village is simple, there is not much entertainment, and the slightest wind and grass will become a hot gossip in various villages.

The most talked about in Qianshan Village recently is that Ye Xingyuan, who just took the first place in the Hongxiang Social School Examination last month, was in a coma for three consecutive days. This scholar, who is known as the most promising genius in Hongo, has become a living dead, and his sister is so sad that he cries every day.

Everyone knows in the discussion, I heard that there is a cliff stone carving in the mountain is a wonder, the three big characters of vermilion in the book "Cosmic Edge", the pen is dripping, the edge is exposed, and it is very beneficial to the practice of calligraphy. So Ye Xingyuan and a few fellow social science students went into the mountains and climbed the cliff to see the stone carvings.

No one else was abnormal, but only Ye Xingyuan became demented as soon as he saw the three big words "Cosmic Edge", staring at it for a long time with his eyes immovable, and finally fainted on the spot, so frightened that his classmates carried him home.

Ye Xingyuan's parents died, he was in a coma for three days, and his tired sister Ye Cuizhi rushed back from her husband's house and took care of her day and night, so the neighbors also talked about it for three days.

Another day passed, when Ye Cuizhi went back to her husband's house to get rice and grain, Ye Xingyuan suddenly woke up, sat up from the bed suddenly, sweating profusely, and his brain was groggy, like a big dream in a trance.

No one knew that at this time, Ye Xingyuan's soul in his body had been replaced by another person, from another time and space.

Next to the bed was a square table with a missing teapot. Ye Xingyuan touched the edge of the table, poured himself a full cup of cold tea, and drank it in one go, only to feel that his mouth was jerky, and his tongue seemed to be as uncomfortable as sticking to a layer of things, but this was not the time to be picky.

He was dressed in a green shirt with a patch at the corner. The light of the day shone in through the small window, illuminating the room, which had nothing but a half-worn shelf of books.

The memory in his brain is very disordered, like the pages of a book that need to be sorted out and repaired, and Ye Xingyuan still needs time to slowly absorb the information in it. But judging from the decoration of the house and his own clothing, there is no doubt that he has crossed over.

It's Song, it's Ming, the hair is there, and there is no money rat tail at the back of his head, so he doesn't have to worry about falling into the fishy Hu Dynasty, which is finally worth Ye Xingyuan's relief.

"If I had been born in the heyday of the imperial examination, it might have been my place to use. Looking at some scattered old books and the slightly concave stone inkstones on the table, coupled with the location of the calluses on his fingers, Ye Xingyuan was sure that he was a scholar.

Before the soul crossing, as the top master of Chinese culture of the young generation in the 21st century, he had worked hard, and countless poems and texts are still vivid.

After a moment of trance, Ye Xingyuan opened the door and walked out with squinted eyes. His body was still a little weak, his knees ached and swollen, and he inevitably stumbled a little when he walked.

Ye Xingyuan frowned, this body seems to be a little weak, the lack of nutrition and exercise is very obvious, and it seems that there is a little low blood sugar, which causes a fog in front of him. Maybe the top priority is not to study, but to take care of your body first.

After adapting to his physical condition, Ye Xingyuan looked around, this is a village in the mountains, looking at the green mountains and green waters, and the scenery is beautiful. The household registration is not small, but judging from the houses and the dress of the villagers, it is really not a rich place, but it also has a bit of paradise interest.

A young man of the same age as Ye Xingyuan passed by on the side of the road, and when he saw him, he was a little surprised, and said hello, "Brother Ye Xian, can you get up?

Having more contact with characters and things is conducive to recovering his memory as soon as possible, right? Ye Xingyuan agreed vaguely, and followed him around a field in a daze, and came to the location of the social science in the east of the village.

Seeing that there was no one else, this classmate whispered to Ye Xingyuan: "You have been in a coma for a few days and have not come to social studies, and the teacher has seized the opportunity and wants to cancel your quota for the county examination." ”

Ye Xingyuan vaguely remembered that going to the county seat to participate in the county exam was the beginning of the road to fame, and he was called a child if he passed the exam. After that, you can go to Fucheng to take the Xiucai exam and officially become a scholar.

And there is only one county examination quota for social science in this village, which originally belonged to him, because he Ye Xingyuan was the first in the last social examination. Does anyone want to hit the idea of this place?

However, Ye Xingyuan didn't care, he was a man in his own two lives, he was full of poetry and books, and he was afraid that a rural school teacher would block his future? Thinking of this, Ye Xingyuan straightened his chest, not caring about the strange look in the eyes of other students.

Ye Xingyuan's seat was in the first row, just below the teacher, and it was indeed a place where only the best disciples could sit. There were pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and a few old books on the table, and Ye Xingyuan, who was empty-handed, breathed a sigh of relief, and Shi Shiran sat down.

Qian Shushi slowly paced in from the door, and saw Ye Xingyuan sitting in the front row, he was stunned for a moment, and then walked up to the podium as if nothing happened.

"Have you been ready for today's exam?" The Qian juku teacher tapped the table with a ring ruler, his tone was stern, and before the words fell, the students were already full of grief.

Qian Shushi didn't care about them, his eyes only glanced at Ye Xingyuan, and he came up with a question: "Today's exam title is "Perseverance without Constant Production". A stick of incense for a limited time!"

Ye Xingyuan put down a big stone in his heart, this title comes from "Mencius", among the four books, "Mencius" is the most shallow, after enlightenment, if you want to read the four books, you will start with "Mencius". He thought back to the lesson, and sociology was almost the end of Mencius, and the rest was just memorization.

With Ye Xingyuan's current level, it is certainly not difficult to make a "Perseverance without Constant Production", "Those who have perseverance without permanent production are only able to do so; if the people are the people, there is no permanent production, because there is no perseverance", this is to say that even if there is no permanent production, the reader has perseverance, which is different from ordinary people, which is the political correctness of the noble reader.

He thought for a moment, and then calmly grinded the ink. While the others were still thinking about it with sad faces, he had already written without adding any words, and he was writing freely.

Seeing that he was writing quickly, the teacher was taken aback, and slowly paced behind him, and saw that his writing was neat and strict, and his articles were stable and stable, and his complexion changed slightly.

Ye Xingyuan noticed that the teacher was standing behind him, and he didn't panic, but he became more and more cautious in his writing, trying to show his best performance.

He pondered that the level of these teenagers was limited, so he didn't intend to show off his literary talents, but he was just plain and steady, but this was already very good in the eyes of the Qian Juku teacher.

Seeing that Ye Xingyuan was unexpected, Qian Shushi's face was expressionless, but he was even more unhappy in his heart. A stick of incense burned out, and the Qian Juku master asked someone to collect the scroll, and first picked out Ye Xingyuan's scroll to see.

Ye Xingyuan sat quietly with a smile, waiting for the results of the small exam. At this time, he has more confidence in his heart, and he definitely stands out from the crowd in this social science. Who else is me, I was the first at the beginning, and now I am still the first!

The rest of the teenagers can barely perfunctory only a few people, as long as they scan in a hurry, they know that other people's articles are superficial, the structure is unbalanced, and occasionally there are two or three typos, and the calligraphy is very different from their own. Compared to them, he is indeed a genius, although he is only a genius in the township.

Qian Shushi had a dark face, reading Ye Xingyuan's article word by word, sometimes raising his eyebrows, sometimes gritting his teeth, and only after reading one article did he show a trace of not obvious joy.

Suddenly, the Qian Juku master slapped the ring ruler on the bookcase and shouted, "Ye Xingyuan, are you going to take such a clumsy thing out and show it?"

Ye Xingyuan couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't react, how could the teacher lose his temper at himself? Then he laughed angrily, is this the legendary finger deer as a horse? How cheeky does it take to exert such an inferior suppression method?

It is related to his reputation and even his future, at this time, Ye Xingyuan didn't care about respecting his teacher, stood up, and said-for-tat: "Mr. Qian, it's better to take a closer look, so as not to miss the pearl and laugh generously, and it is not good to spread it." ”

Master Qian was unmoved, mercilessly dropped Ye Xingyuan's scroll, and continued to criticize: "Now you are just like this? Next month is the county exam, just with this black volume, dare to go to the county to show ugliness?"

Ye Xingyuan looked at his paper suspiciously, as a scholar who has passed countless exams, large and small, the neatness of the paper is the first priority, this article is clean, there is no revision, where is the black?

In broad daylight, Ye Xingyuan was speechless for a while, and he actually had a feeling that he couldn't pull his own figure so low to refute, could it be that the Qian Juku Master wanted to defeat himself with shamelessness?

There was sneering laughter all around, and a few classmates winked at each other, inevitably whispering about schadenfreude.

Someone said: "Ye Xingyuan is really wasted, and the article doesn't even have a glimmer of inspiration",

Someone else said: "Ye Xingyuan is still the stupid appearance when he was in a coma, but I am afraid that his spiritual power has already been exhausted and he has broken the heavenly induction!"

The words "spiritual light", "spiritual power", "heavenly machine", fell into his ears, Ye Xingyuan was a little inexplicable at first, what the hell is this? Writing an article is writing an article, maybe you have to pay attention to the meaning and rhetorical structure and format, what does it have to do with spiritual power?

Then there was a roar in his head, and these keywords were like an introduction, hooking up a strong memory, and gushing out from the depths of his mind, fusing into Ye Xingyuan's soul!

It can be seen that these keywords are very important to both the original body and the current Ye Xingyuan! Ye Xingyuan was in a daze for a moment, and after absorbing part of the memory of another soul, he suddenly realized!

The world's evaluation of articles and poems is not only based on literary skills, but most importantly, it resonates with heaven! And all this is the basis for the royal mandate to grant readers supernatural powers.

In ancient times, there were Wensheng who intercepted part of the Heavenly Dao and set up a heavenly machine to protect the world, and those who have the Mandate of Heaven are the emperors of the world, and since then the world has been respected by Wendao.

Furthermore, the heavenly machine is omnipresent and all-encompassing, and the reader obtains spiritual power by studying the scriptures and understanding the heavenly machine. At the same time, spiritual power is also a medium, and readers use their own spiritual power as a medium to pull the heavens, which is commonly known as exerting magical powers.

For example, Xiucai can obtain the divine power of pure heart and holy sound, and can influence the emotions of others with true words and righteousness. Writing essays for exams is also a kind of supernatural power, and it is the most basic supernatural power!

Articles written with spiritual power as the medium, after pulling the heavenly machine, can trigger the resonance effect of the heavenly machine, which is the absolute standard for judging the quality of the exam article!

The first is to examine the reader's perception of the heavenly machine, and the second is to examine the reader's spiritual power. This is the exam-oriented education in the Xuanyuan world, and every reader in the Xuanyuan world must accept this standard!

Ye Xingyuan is only a social science enlightenment student now, with his normal level, the articles written in the state of spiritual power, when others read the papers, they will have a heavenly resonance, and they should see the dots of spiritual light, scattered between the lines, like fireflies. The more points of light, the higher the natural level.

But now Ye Xingyuan's article, although there is nothing to find fault with in terms of ideas, diction, and calligraphy, it is dark, and he can't even find a little light crumbs, so he was denounced as "jet black" by the Qian Juku teacher.

Ye Xingyuan's thoughts rolled, speechless and choked. Even though the Qian Shushi has different intentions, he may have been wronged by scolding the Qian Shushi for reversing black and white, and he is indeed black.

Why is this heavenly machine a bit like the magic net in DnD? After Ye Xingyuan completely recovered his memory, he couldn't help but complain a few words. Now I don't have any spiritual power to pull the heavens, and the articles I write are naturally insulators, and geniuses have become waste materials

The teacher didn't give Ye Xingyuan any chance to explain, and said coldly, "A few days ago, all the village sages came to persuade me, saying that you are rotten wood and cannot be carved, and the quota for this county examination should be determined by another candidate!

Hearing this, Ye Xingyuan raised his head suddenly, in rural social studies, the county examination quota is very precious, and the middle school students must be admitted before they are qualified to continue to challenge the fame!

This is the most crucial question! What can be determined by the quality of an article? Only the number of places in the county examination is a major matter that has a bearing on vital interests!

And he was robbed by taking advantage of the fire, and when he was unconscious, the county test quota was remembered.