Along the way, there were still many people looking at Lin Tuo with curious eyes.

However, the closer to the high platform, the higher the proportion of scholars, no matter how strange they look, fox ears or mouse tails, three arms or four legs, all paper fan scarves, Confucian clothes crown belt......

made Lin Tuo feel as if he had traveled to the world of Liaozhai.

The quality of the reader is high, although doubtful, no one is like the rude onlookers in the bazaar in front of him.

Of course, it may also be because the people who come here to read are all in a hurry, or they have already walked on the high platform, or they are walking on the road to the high platform......

Happy that no one disturbed him, Lin Tuo and Qibu quickly climbed the high platform.

As soon as I got on the high platform, the scenery in front of me changed suddenly, and it was not the ten thousand mushrooms in the cave, but the high mountain and the sky.

Overhead is the blue sky, the bright moon, the white wind and the moon and the orange and yellow fire moon are as big as wheels, and the face is blown by the mountain breeze, and the heart is relaxed;

At the foot is a winding bluestone mountain steps, leading to the high mountain, on both sides of the mountain steps, there are grass and trees, and even a little snow;

Below, there is the Wanjia mushroom fire in the Hidden Sun Valley, which is obviously only on a ten-meter-high platform, as if it has come to the half-slope of the mountain a hundred meters high in an instant......

Lin Tuozheng was puzzled, and when he heard the flow of people reading in a hurry up and down, he sighed: "The fantasy realm of the book mountain is a little higher, it seems that the majestic spirit of the discipline has entered the realm again!"

"Yes, yes, I am hidden in the valley, the style of writing is flourishing, and Confucianism is flourishing, all of which are the work of teaching, and it is impossible to say that after a while, the training will be able to break through the present, and maybe it will be promoted to teaching......"

Lin Tuo knew, what was on this high platform was really a real illusion, it seemed to be made by the teachings of this Hidden Sun Valley or something, and he had heard of the teachings, the petty officials in charge of literature and education in a county in ancient times, as for the teachings......

Jing Niang took a moment, and sure enough, it was an official position that was smaller than the teaching, and it was actually a teacher in the county school.

In the midst of the crowd, he walked all the way up the mountain road, and in the process, he found something again.

Among the mountaineers, although they are all students and literati, there are men and women, old and young, and it seems that in this hidden valley, there is really no class.

But...... It's okay for the old and the young, but for both men and women, it's ......

Outside the bluestone road, between the mountains and fields, in the woodland where the vegetation is lush and the snow is still covered, you can see it from time to time, a pair, or not just a pair of pairs, busy and busy.

What I saw in the market in front of me and in the alley is not suitable to say that it is a field battle, but more like a car shock.

It's too uncivilized! It's too unsophisticated! It's too immoral! It's too ...... It's insulting! What kind of reader is it!

Scolding in his heart, his eyes were recorded, Lin Tuo thought about it, is it insulting to Sven? Although he is a scholar, people don't pay attention to this at all......

Besides, even if you are a pure scholar, you don't pay attention to this? Even the old master Confucius said: "Men and women who eat and drink, and people have great desires to survive!" Zhou Gong set up the principle of Dun Lun, and the master changed it to a combination of wine, isn't it all the same thing?

Saints, too, to be done!

As for how to do it, how to do it? This is in the category of etiquette, which is paid attention to by the Confucian school of etiquette on the ground, and the authentic holy realm of the Hidden Sun Valley, in fact, is the Confucianism of the demon realm, which is to go to the ceremony, and the six arts of Confucianism are poetry, calligraphy, music, piano, chess, and painting.

And the so-called Lantern Festival Poetry Club is also a competition of the six arts of Confucianism......

Walking on the mountain road, I communicated with the little maid Qibu Q&A, and soon figured out some things, and soon, I came to the top of the book mountain.

The top of the book mountain is a flat land, hundreds of zhang square, there are plum blossoms in bloom, there are budding peach apricots, budding grass, there are pavilions, there are rockeries, there is a bend of pond water, there are clouds that cross the peaks...... It was like Lin Tuo's small cave space projection.

Although it is beautiful, I have seen it too much, and I feel that it is a bit false.

I thought that my Cave Heaven Transformation was very awesome, but looking at it this way, it was just an average level.

Merely...... There are countless sketches of his own cave transformation, and if you want to be able to conjure up alien planets, this book mountain, probably should be from the imagination of the instructor, and it will inevitably be monotonous.

Comparing in his heart, Lin Tuo quickly glanced around.

There are not only people who read books here, but also people who do business, selling poems, essays, collections, calligraphy and paintings, selling candy, selling Lantern Festival, selling tea, selling rouge, gouache, selling ornaments...... Shoulder to shoulder, bustling, not to mention thousands of people, compared to the bazaar below, it is not at all idle.

Lin Tuo's focus was not here, and soon, he noticed it, and noticed the six directions on the top of the mountain, and the six light gates where people entered and exited from time to time.

Above the rune door wrapped in white spiritual light, there are six big characters written respectively: "poem", "book", "music", "qin", "chess" and "painting".

Lin Tuo has already inquired and understood the rules, just like an exam, a reader who is confident in his ability in a certain aspect can choose a random door to enter and take the corresponding exam.

When he came to the ceremonial officer in front of the door, Lin Tuo handed over ten runes as others did.

That's right, there is also an exam fee for this exam, but the fee is not left by the organizer, but will be pooled, together with the money donated by some other merchants and wealthy people, and distributed to the top three winners of each exam in proportion to the cost of their big exam.

At the same time, the ten runes are not for nothing, and they can be exchanged for a magic seal that is bound to a person.

After a while, when you enter the examination room, whether you are writing poems, painting or calligraphy performances, you need to use this seal to seal and prove your identity.

On the imprint, it is just a number, and at the end of the announcement, the ranking and display of the work are only announced by the number, so as to prevent cheating in the judgment or ask someone to write on the ghost......

Seeing Lin Tuo sign up, the ceremonial officer in front of the door looked at him in surprise, and his expression was the same as seeing a foreigner sign up for the imperial examination.

However, there is no limit to the competition, as long as you pay the money, anyone can enter the door and try it, even if you write and draw like a child doodling......

After all, is it the Lantern Festival? Promoting Confucianism and sponsoring students are incidental, and it is fundamental to celebrate the festival happily.

Slightly stunned, the big-mouthed, round-eyed, frog-like ceremonial official nodded, accepted the talisman money, handed over the law seal, and let Lin Tuo drop blood on it to recognize, signaling that he could enter the door.

Many people were paying attention to Lin Tuo, and when they saw him enter the door of the exam, they immediately whispered, some laughed at him for not being able to do anything, and some agreed with his approach: When the hillbilly enters the city, do you always have to walk around to take a look, otherwise, wouldn't this city enter in vain? Wouldn't the effort be in vain?