Although some people seem to have bad intentions to challenge themselves, Ye Xingyuan is not in a hurry, since he has embarked on the road of the imperial examination, which has an extremely high elimination rate, he will inevitably encounter such and such challenges.

Besides, he is not the Ye Xingyuan he used to be, and he will not be so easy to be bullied. What he really cares about is the other party's motives, and they came prepared, what is it for?

While pondering, it seems that after he fought against Yu Xiucai, his influence was still spreading, causing others to pay attention to him, and at the same time, he greeted the princes and marched in the direction of the City God Temple in a noisy manner.

The local city god worships the officials and people in the city, which is quite effective, and the county test is imminent these days, and the scholars have to come to worship, and it is like a city.

This group of students who visited the city god was led by Sheng Benqi, who was polite on the surface, and whenever he met someone, he would first pull Ye Xingyuan to introduce him. In his words, he also admired Ye Xingyuan, and a group of companions also echoed him, but most of them had no sincerity in their performances.

This is the way to suppress the desire to rise first, first hold you high, and then knock you down from the clouds with a stick. This set of literati is very good, Ye Xingyuan has seen a lot of people in his two lives, and he disdains himself in his heart, Sheng Benqi's methods are not clever, and it is not unreasonable to fail the examination for ten years.

Ye Xingyuan figured this out, and was more at ease, if people wanted to hold him and carry the sedan chair, he would sit with peace of mind, although this kind of attitude that everyone tended to stammer, although he knew that it was fake, but listening to the good words was endless, it was also a kind of enjoyment.

Look at Ye Xingyuan's spring breeze, the initiator Sheng Ben is becoming more and more unhappy in his heart, this surnamed Ye will borrow a donkey on the slope, doesn't he know how humble he is?

However, it can also be seen from the other side that Ye Xingyuan is a chick after all, and a few polite words such as "look up for a long time" can make him arrogant. Wait a moment and then step him into the dust, and he'll know he's awesome!

He has not been in the middle for ten years, and his heart is no longer what it used to be, this time he realized that the spiritual power of the text has arrived, and he has to be guaranteed by a nobleman in the county to pat his chest, and it is imperative to win the county trial.

As long as you win the case, you will be selected by the next government by default. In this way, we will be able to practice our words of shame of "if you don't fly for three years, you will soar into the sky, and if you don't make a splash for three years, you will be shocked."

I don't want to kill Ye Xingyuan halfway before the county test. Sheng Benqi had heard of this person before, the article was solid and old, and he was born to take the imperial examination, but after all, he was young and his spiritual power was not thick, so he was not a threat.

Who knew that in the past two or three days, ten miles and eight towns have been spreading rumors that this Ye Xingyuan actually defeated Yu Xiucai of Donghui Village in the literary battle, and the latter is so angry that he is now studying behind closed doors.

Although the details of this matter are difficult to verify, it can at least show that this kid's spiritual power is so thick that it can compete with Xiucai, which is worth it?

Someone had already revealed the information to Sheng Benqi in detail, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became, and presupposed Ye Xingyuan to be an imaginary enemy, and under the prodding of the noble man in the county, he was even more anxious to press Ye Xingyuan's literary name before the county test!

Maybe the noble man in the county has another purpose, and when he talks about Ye Xingyuan, he obviously has the intention of provoking, and not even the blind can see it. But he doesn't care, both for himself and for others, so why not?

"Brother Ye Xian, the City God's Temple is the land of the Yin God, we scholars rarely come here, you are the first time to take the test for children, you have never been here before, right?" Sheng Benqi pretended to show Ye Xingyuan the direction, remembering that he had been here ten times no more, no less, and he didn't feel a little sour.

Ye Xingyuan was indeed the first time to come to the Chenghuang Temple in the county, he looked around curiously, and saw that the temple was majestic and the incense was vigorous, which was more than one or two times larger than the Chenghuang Temple on the earth that he knew.

Stepping into the main entrance is an open space, a black iron cast incense burner is placed in the middle, and the green smoke is constantly rising, and a few pines and cypresses are sparsely planted on all sides, which is solemn and magnificent. There is a large hall in the middle, dedicated to the city god and his attaché, and there is a side hall on both sides, which is dedicated to the characters of the Yin God in the history of the county.

The county's heroes, honest and capable officials, filial sons and good people, if these people can't study and get the chance, with their merits in life, they can be enshrined as the yin god after death, and they can also bless the people, and the incense is endless.

However, these people do not have a good status, and they don't worship scholars, even if they are the city god, they only temporarily hold the "god" foot and worship before the exam. It's not so much the city god who worships, but the invigilators who worship, if the invigilators make a bad move, where can they, the scholars who have not yet achieved fame, eat it?

Sheng Benqi took the lead, and each student bought three handfuls of incense from the temple Zhu, and entered the main hall with fish, worshiped the city god and put on the incense, and silently wished in their mouths, praying for fame and fame.

Ye Xingyuan followed behind Sheng Ben, looked up at the statue of the city god, and saw the local city god in black clothes and high crown, with a majestic complexion, and the eyes of the statue contained divine light.

He knew that the Yin God had a spirit, so he didn't dare to slack off, and he saluted and offered incense according to the rules, but he didn't beg Chenghuang to bless him like everyone else, he just asked for no accidents and a fair examination room.

Although the city god can distinguish between good and evil, and manage yin and yang, he is the number one yin god in this county, but his interference in the yang world is extremely limited, not to mention that the strict imperial examination is where the heavenly opportunity lies, and it is not the yin god who can interfere. All Chenghuang can do is to use his divine power to maintain order in the examination room and prevent candidates from cheating.

Ye Xingyuan retreated after worshipping the city god, and looked at Sheng Benqi and the others coldly. The trip has been relatively peaceful so far, and the other party has not made a move, presumably because they dare not make a mistake in the land of the Yin God, but they should not give up on this.

Sure enough, after the group finished worshipping, the young man from the neighboring village who invited Ye Xingyuan grabbed him again and refused to let him go, "Brother Ye Xian, after worshipping Chenghuang, you will meet Xiangjun." We and other students go to the grave of the beauty to make a sacrifice, offer melons, fruits, wine and vegetables, and praise the soul with words, which is a popular affair among the scholars in the county, and you can't go. ”

Xiangjun?Ye Xingyuan came back to his senses, it turned out that he was waiting for him here.

On the side of the City God Temple, there is a lonely tomb, called Xiangjun Mound, which is the tomb of a famous prostitute three hundred years ago. On that day, this prostitute was beautiful and famous, and her reputation spread directly to the six southern provinces, known as Xiangjun, Lan Xinhui was beautiful and unparalleled, but she also had an extremely cold temper, and she did not make any excuses about wealth and power, and only loved talents.

Later, she met a scholar in this county, cherished his talent, and the two were happy with each other.

The scholar was born in a family, and when he returned home to show his parents, he wanted to marry Xiangjun back home, how could his parents be willing to let their son marry a **?

And Xiangjun waited for a long time, thinking that the lover had violated his oath, was sad and heartbroken, and reprimanded the ruthless person in the City God Temple, committed suicide, and the incense disappeared and turned into a wisp of fragrant soul.

When the scholar learned of this, he was grief-stricken and rushed to the City God Temple, following the oath of not being born in the same cave as the same person, and also committed suicide in the City God Temple, and went to the Yellow Spring with the beautiful woman.

When the Lord of Hades heard of this, he was amazed at the affection of the scholars, and made him the city god, so that they could meet together underground. Of course, this final ending is just a legend, or made up for posterity, which cannot be verified, and only represents a good wish.

It is rare for a small county to have this kind of affectionate elegance, no matter whether the students can do two lines of poetry, after worshipping the city god, they will go to the Xiangjun Tomb to make a sacrifice and make a few crooked poems, which can be regarded as vassal elegance.

At the beginning, Sheng Benqi had a Yongxiangjun who was quite well-known and circulated in the countryside, but in Ye Xingyuan's opinion, he didn't take it to heart.

Did they want to humiliate themselves in front of Xiangjun Mound? Ye Xingyuan looked up and saw Sheng Benqi squinting his eyes and standing in the sun, the expression on his face seemed to be smiling.

Ye Xingyuan suddenly realized that the poems in front of the Xiangjun Mound were originally the traditional customs of this county, and they had a great influence, and if it was a little famous organization like Sheng Benqi, it would win a lot of attention. I can't say that before the county exam in the past few days, the county town will talk about the literary talents of a group of students.

If the poems Ye Xingyuan made before Xiangjun Mound were not good enough, his name would naturally be belittled. Sheng Benqi and his ilk must go around preaching that his writing is clumsy, that he has no talent, and that it may even affect the attitude of the examiner when he is admitted.

Although the evaluation of the examination paper is mainly based on the resonance of the heavenly machine, but the resonance is not an accurate score after all, if the degree of resonance caused by the two test papers is almost the same, then who comes first and who comes last? At this time, the usual reputation is very important.

Ye Xingyuan sighed and shook his head in his heart, but his mouth deliberately showed weakness, "The little brother is clumsy in words, and he doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, I'm just afraid that what I write will be embarrassing, so I won't go, right?"

Where was Sheng Benqi willing to let him go, and a group of candidates rushed up and grabbed Ye Xingyuan's sleeves and refused to let go, and persuaded him with nonsense, "Brother Ye Xian, don't be modest, your genius is famous all over the township, what is a mere poem?"

Another person said, "Brother Ye Xian, don't worry, it's just a joke of a group of us, it can't be regarded as a serious poem, even if it is a bad job, it can't be passed on." ”

Joke? Isn't it a serious poem? So what are you doing with such a big scene? Ye Xingyuan looked at the more and more people who were gathering more and more and more and watched the lively people, if no one was behind the scenes, he would not believe it.

In this case, Ye Xingyuan was difficult to ride a tiger in the past, and he must have been forced by them to compose poems. In the past, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he lived in a simple mountain village for a long time, and he really had no personnel, and he didn't understand the relationship between men and women. So I'm not good at this kind of poetry, and I have to perform badly.

Once they don't do well, these people will not keep their promise of "not passing it on", and they must spread it all over the county and completely suppress his literary name. The bigger the scene, the more I can't get off the stage, and when it comes to the exam, my ranking will inevitably be affected......

Ye Xingyuan looked at the hypocritical faces, and he was disdainful in his heart. If you are really a young child who has never seen the relationship between men and women, and is inexperienced, then you really don't know what to do, and you will be killed by these people.

It's a pity that he is not a chick now. Ye Xingyuan pretended to be embarrassed and nodded, "Xiangjun's affection, the letter of the city god, I have always longed for it, and now since you are warmly invited, I can't say that I can only offer ugliness." But there is a word first, my poem, really can't be passed on"

"Don't worry! Don't worry!" The few candidates with ghosts in their hearts shouted, and they hugged Ye Xingyuan out of the side gate of the City God Temple, through a willow forest, and directly in front of the tomb of Xiangjun.