Sensing Chen Dashao's gaze, Zhang Yutang looked up, smiled faintly, jumping off the beam clown, why bother with it.

With the completion of the master of ceremonies, all the candidates entered the examination room one after another and sat down.

In the examination room, each candidate has a very small single room, in which a table, a chair and a lamp are placed, and if it is a dim place, the lamp can be lit.

The main purpose of the single interval is to prevent cheating in the exam.

According to the test number, each candidate is seated in the right number and waits for the test paper to be issued.

Zhang Yutang sat there with his eyes closed, adjusted his mind, and waited quietly, and soon, the test paper arrived as scheduled.

The test paper is written in black and white, and there are only two test questions.

The first test question is to write a word fu on the topic of the Mid-Autumn Festival, requiring that there is no moon or Mid-Autumn Festival in the word; the second question is to test the meaning of the scriptures, and choose a sentence from the scriptures to interpret the meaning of the sage.

And the scriptures selected this time are to describe the way of heaven and man, Zhang Yutang looked at the two questions, smiled calmly, closed his eyes silently, and typed the manuscript.

In the examination room, the examiners kept walking back and forth, and when they passed Zhang Yutang's examination room for the first time, they couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh when they saw Zhang Yutang closing his eyes and recuperating: "Even if you are born with a good skin, the original grass ---- in the abdomen."

Time was like flowing water, and soon a quarter of an hour passed, and when the examiner passed by Zhang Yutang again, he saw that Zhang Yutang was still not in a hurry, his eyes closed, and he was indifferent:

"This person slept in the examination room, it is really insulting to the way of the sages, Sven swept the floor, Sven swept the floor ---."

With a flick of his long sleeves, he turned around and left, still thinking in his heart: "Chen Dashao asked me to pay attention to the candidates in this room, and I thought that there was some strange ability, but it turned out to be a wine bag and rice bag, what a waste of spirit." ”

After Chen Dashao entered a house, he directly took out a test paper that had been done, as for the test paper that was sent down, he folded the fold handle and stuffed it into his arms, and looked at it idly for a while.

In another room, Su Dingfang was wearing a bright Confucian shirt, with a straight waist, sitting there, looking at the test paper for a while, silently pondering, and the pen walked with a wave.

As the pen walked, just above this room, a burst of essence suddenly rushed up, like wolf smoke, covering the sky and the ground, turning into flowers in the sky.

These flowers, there are peonies, zhilan, begonias, white lotus, and chrysanthemums, plum blossoms----- in the air, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, compete with each other, a thousand charming.

"This time I was also on the spot, and I was completely beyond my usual level. ”

Writing down the last word, Su Dingfang took a long breath, calmed down, looked at the sky, Rui Cai said, the xia was steaming, full of confidence:

"Such a result should be able to beat the crowd and become the first in this big exam. ”

"What a big move, what's going on?" Chen Dashao, who was asleep, woke up, looked at the sky and said blankly: "With such a talent, I can only rank second in this big exam." ”

"The flowers are splendid, it is a wonderful pen to give birth to flowers, flowers are splendid, quickly say which room is this article, the spirit of the article goes straight to the sky, and turns into a piece of splendor. Chen Lun, who was originally invigilator, looked at the spirit flowers in the sky, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

Only people who are proficient in poetry and scriptures can do such articles, and it is rare to see them in a hundred years.

"Tell my lord, it's No. 23 of Jiazi, Su Dingfang of Mingyang Academy. Soon there was an inspector who came forward.

"Su Dingfang of Mingyang School, I didn't expect him to go out to study for half a year, and his knowledge has grown to this point. Chen Lun looked at the Qiantang celebrities and Confucian scholars sitting on the side, and said with a smile: "Mingyang Academy has Su Dingfang, this time it is really going to be famous all over the world." ”

The teacher of Mingyang Academy, looking at the flowers blooming in the sky, shook his hand, almost pulled off a handful of beard, listened to the words of the county master, smiled straight to the mouth, and arched his hand: "Where, where, the adult has spoken." ”

A Qiantang, who can produce a wonderful pen, is a rare literary genius in hundreds of years, if it is cultivated well in the future, it can become a generation of Confucianism.

"This person must be the first in this big test. Chen Lun looked around with a smile: "This is also a major event in our Qiantang literary circle, when the time comes, we must celebrate and celebrate." ”

The surrounding Confucian scholars responded in unison: "Naturally, it should be, it is the blessing of our Qiantang to have such a talent, and even the first of the three tests at that time is also promising, and it is rare to see it in a hundred years." ”

Here is a lot of talk and laughter, and it is a bookish atmosphere.

In another room in the examination room, Zhou Bowen hadn't started writing yet, he looked at the thousands of charms in the sky lightly, and said with a smile: "Su Dingfang of Mingyang Academy really has some skills, but if he wants to win the first place, he is still a little hot." ”

With a smile, a hint of flushing flashed on Zhou Bowen's pale face, he sat upright, picked up the pen, poured pen and ink, and swayed on the snow-white rice paper, with iron hooks and silver strokes, and the force penetrated the back of the paper.

With the writing of words and scriptures, the paper is shining, such as the brilliant day, the light is blazing, the brush breaks through the sky, such as a hanging galaxy, straight through the stars, straight to the outside of heaven and earth.

The white light was agitated, and the huge pillar of light exuded the aura of righteousness, filling the heavens and the earth.

"Bai Hongguan said, righteousness and heroism!"

This time, in the invigilation room, everyone stood up together, looking at the huge light that soared into the sky, and couldn't help but admire and be in awe:

"That is the light of words, Haoran righteousness, is the supreme realm of our learning, since ancient times among the sages, there are not many people who can write Haoran righteousness, who is this, please come out quickly, let us pay tribute. ”

"Don't find out quickly!"

Chen Lun also stood up, his face was full of glory, within his jurisdiction, a literary saint came out, and he was honored.

"Let's go, let's take a look, which candidate is it, this big exam, not only came out with a rare brilliant pen in a hundred years, but also appeared a literary saint who can write Haoran righteousness, it is simply the blessing of my Great Song Dynasty and the blessing of the emperor." ”

Far away, a middle-aged man stood in the inn, his eyes were shining, looking at the flowers in the sky, and a huge beam of light leading straight to the heavens and the earth, he couldn't help but be surprised:

"I didn't expect that there were two peerless geniuses here, one will inevitably become a great man of literature and Taoism, and the other will inevitably become a saint in the literary world. ”

"Who will they be?"

The girl also walked over, looking at the vision in the sky, her eyes were bright: "Daddy, you said that one of them, will one of them be Zhang Yutang Zhang Gongzi?"

Faced with a rare vision in the literary world for hundreds of years, the girl has no confidence, after all, such a vision indicates that there must be a literary and Taoist hero, a saint-level existence.

"It doesn't have to be him. ”

The middle-aged man looked at it for a while: "This big exam is Wolong Hidden Tiger, being able to write Haoran righteousness, naturally it is undoubtedly the first in this big exam." ”

...

Chen Dashao looked at Bai Hongguan and said, very depressed: "What is rare for hundreds of years, how can I encounter it, I can't get the second place this time, and the third place can't be given to others anyway." ”

As soon as the words fell, another vision rose into the air, shining brightly, as bright as a big day, overwhelming everything, even the Haoran righteousness that ran through the sky was suppressed and lowered its head.

"I'm grass!" Chen Dashao raised his head and scolded the sky: "Is it another vision, Lao Tzu doesn't even have the third life? Okay, okay, I admit it, the fourth, the fourth is always okay." ”

"Can't you be a saint in the literary world?"

In the examination room, Zhou Bowen looked up at the sky and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"What is the birth of Yu?";