This big test, after two hours, finally came to a brilliant end under everyone's attention.

The candidates walked out of the examination room one after another, some dancing with their hands full of joy, and some with sad faces and sighs.

Walking outside the examination room, I watched a group of examiners kneeling on the ground, reverently and silently chanting something.

These candidates are all at a loss, what is going on here, when did the examiner kneel to welcome the candidates?

During the exam, these candidates were so engrossed and energetic that they had no idea what was going on outside the window.

The vision has long since dissipated, and there is only one [***] shining in the sky, and the sky is full of light, shining on the whole world.

"It's Su Dingfang of Mingyang Academy, a generation of literary and Taoist heroes!"

"It's Zhou Bowen of Yongfeng Academy, a saint in the literary world. ”

"It's Qiantang prodigy Zhang Yutang, the teacher of the saints of our Great Song Dynasty. ”

The last to come out of the examination room in turn were Su Dingfang, Zhou Bowen, and Zhang Yutang, the three of them were well-dressed, jade-faced, and walked out of the examination room slowly with elegant steps.

Su Dingfang and Zhou Bowen are already fifteen years old, with tall figures, jade trees in the wind, lined with a bookish atmosphere, giving people a warm and elegant feeling of dust and detachment.

Zhang Yutang is eight years old, and he is also carved in pink and jade, like a golden boy who came out of the painting, opening his mouth and smiling, with bright eyes and bright teeth.

As soon as it came out, it was all watched.

He stood in front of those ten thousand people, radiating a thousand glorious young men, like a god.

"I now announce the top three in the big exam, the first place is Zhang Yutang, the second place is Zhou Bowen, and the third place is Su Dingfang. ”

Chen Lun and a group of Confucian scholars stood up and looked at Zhang Yutang with a smile on his face, knowing that he was no longer capable of dealing with Zhang Yutang, and only hoped that Zhang Yutang would have a big mind and be able to forgive his son's mistakes.

"It's him!"

Looking at Zhang Yutang, who was surrounded by the crowd, Chen Dashao's face was a little distorted in horror, and he said in his heart:

"If you make me immortal, I will make you go up in ashes, if you can write a good article, do you think it's amazing, useless is a scholar, I want to make you die when you are at your most brilliant. ”

No longer looking at the chic and freehand Zhang Yutang, Chen Da Shaotie blushed and walked away.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Zhang. ”

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

Zhou Bowen and Su Ding congratulated Zhang Yutang on his dominance with a smile, and then distanced themselves from Zhang Yutang, allowing some fanatical scholars and Confucians to approach Zhang Yutang.

"There are talented people in the country, each leading the way for hundreds of years, and this literary world for a hundred years, will be Zhang Yutang's sole leader. ”

Zhou Bowen smiled calmly, walked away, without any jealousy, and sang as he walked: "Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds are endowed with manifolds." The lower is the river, and the upper is the star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court. When the poor festival is seen, one by one, the danqing ......"

Singing all the way, all the way, striding away, not nostalgic for half of the fame.

Zhang Yutang was taken aback: "Zhengqi Song, is he also coming through the time, shouldn't he be, if he is coming through the time, he should know that I am also a crosser-----。 ”

"Maybe every righteous reader will be able to understand the ballad of righteousness in the end, or maybe it's just a coincidence, two similar flowers bloom in different worlds. ”

Zhang Yutang also got rid of these Confucians with a smile, took Li Yong and A Bao, and ran towards his home: "Isn't it just a long poem, an article, as for being so crazy?"

"Isn't it too low-key, alas, but it's finally glorifying the ancestors. ”

Thinking about going out, Zhang Yuanwai and Mrs. Zhang's advice to him, Zhang Yutang let out a long breath and muttered to himself:

"A manly man, since he is rampant in the world, he is not low-key, he is not low-key, and it is also an exciting thing to raise his eyebrows and shine in the court, and I am acting like a sneaky and unsightly thief. ”

"It's Childe who is back!"

In front of Zhang's mansion, there was a sea of people, and I saw Zhang Gongzi coming leisurely from a distance, and a shout spread all around:

"Set off firecrackers and welcome Childe home!"

Thundered----

The sound of crackling firecrackers stirred in the sky, and thin white smoke rose and spread in all directions.

Zhang Yuanwai and Mrs. Zhang burst into tears, looking at Zhang Yutang, their hearts were excited, excited, and uncontrollable.

This moment is a glorious moment of glory for the ancestors and the court.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanwai never dreamed of it.

The teacher of the saints, the teachers of the saints of Wendao.

This person is his own son, who writes things, every word contains the truth of the Great Dao, writes things, and every sentence has been recognized by the ancient sages, shining brightly and shining in the eternal sky.

All the glory is added in this moment.

"The little master is the reincarnation of a saint. ”

"It's Wenqu Xing. ”

"In the future, I will definitely be able to rise to the top in high school. ”

"I've long seen how extraordinary the little boy is. ”

"A butterfly love flower, a Jiuquanzi, a water tune song, each of which is a winning work. ”

"As soon as the little master's butterfly love flower comes out, there is no butterfly love flower in the world, and the water tune song comes out, and the words of the Mid-Autumn Festival are all wasted"

In front of the gate, there was a lot of discussion and noise.

"Daddy, mother, I'm back. ”

Looking at Zhang Yuanwai's excited tears, Zhang Yutang's heart was sour, it turned out that a good score in the exam was such a great comfort for the old man.

They don't ask, they support silently, they care carefully, they ask for warmth, everything they do is for their children.

And as a child, just a little achievement can make them happy for a long time, and even laugh a lot.

Their hope is as simple as that.

Parents all over the world are so tolerant, loving, and proud of their children.

Looking at the golden boy-like son in front of her, Mrs. Zhang hugged Zhang Yutang's head, and tears welled up in her eyes:

"Good boy, good boy, the vision in the sky, for my mother to see, the text carries the Tao, a hundred saints in unison, I heard your father say, it is a rare saint in thousands of years. ”

"Mother!"

Feeling Mrs. Zhang's excitement, Zhang Yutang gently snuggled up to her, enjoying the deepest maternal and fatherly love in the world.

Mother's love is like the sea, and father's love is like a mountain, which is the greatest friendship in this rolling red dust, and the emotion that surpasses all things.

"Good boy, good boy. Zhang Yuan was also smiling from ear to ear, and the corners of his mouth trembled a little because of excitement: "Go, go home, this is a good thing, you should celebrate it, you shouldn't cry." ”

"Well, such a festive day should not be in tears. ”

Mrs. Zhang wiped the tears from her eyes, grabbed Zhang Yutang's hand, and walked slowly towards the courtyard, countless people behind her looked up, full of envy, admiration, and blessings.

The world is peaceful, and the saint was born to educate the world.

After the two left, Zhang Yuanwai looked at the crowd of people at the door, and was elated: "Today, my son is the first place in the high school examination, and my Zhang Mansion is willing to set up a hundred tables of flowing water seats to celebrate, and I hope that all the fathers and villagers can cheer for it." ”

Chen Dashao returned to his room, listening to the noisy praise outside the room, he felt very harsh, his heart beat spasms, he clenched his fists hard, his eyes were bloodshot, and they were red:

"Indulge yourself, after tonight, you won't have a chance. ”

Sneering, he took out a puppet from his sleeve, the puppet was in the shape of a ghost, holding a steel fork in his hand, and his face was hideous.

Gently stroking the puppet, wisps of black gas emanated from it.

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