In the Academy of Ethics, twenty landlords taught by Su Ru had lunch early and began to nervously mark the papers with fans. With less than 300 test papers, each of them got 14 or 5 copies, and they only needed to pick out the best one in their hands, without ranking. For these old scholars who have been dealing with parallel prose for a lifetime, it really doesn't take long.

Outside the Ethnic Academy, the children and fathers and brothers who were taking the exam hid under the shade of the trees and waited anxiously for the final result. Lu Yun did not want to be so embarrassed, so he suggested to Lu Xin that he would go home. However, Lu Xin disagreed and pulled Lu Yun to find a place in the crowd to recite the essay he had just written.

Lu Yun felt embarrassed and a little resistant, but Lu Xin insisted on insisting, so he had to clear his throat and prepare to start memorizing. Unexpectedly, before he could speak, he heard a gentle voice ringing beside the two of them. "Uncle Ten and nephew also wrote a "Zhen Fu" and asked his uncle to give him advice."

Lu Xin ranked tenth among his peers, so he was naturally the one who called him. When Lu Xin and his son followed the sound, they saw that the person who spoke was Lu Song, the son of the second deacon Lu Xia, and Lu Song, one of the three candidates who had been appointed by the Lu clan.

Lu Song was the object of admiration for the children of the clan. His every move was naturally eye-catching, and countless gazes immediately fell on Lu Xin with Lu Song.

"Why did Mr. Song get involved with Lu Xin?" The children were immediately suspicious. In their opinion, a young man like Lu Song, who had a great future, should draw a clear line with the unlucky Lu Xin.

"Don't you know?" Lu Song smiled and looked at everyone, bowed his fist to Lu Xin and said, "Uncle Ten is the Wenkui from the Great Biography twelve years ago, the first person in our Lu Jiao article!"

"What? Really fake?" The young landlords looked at their father and brother and got a positive answer.

"Scared! Why didn't you say it earlier?" Lu Lin heard this, separated the crowd and squeezed to Lu Xin, and said with a smile: "Uncle Ten, please help me read it too. Is my article really worth mentioning?" As he said that, he glared at Lu Song fiercely, and Lu Song smiled bitterly and begged: "I'm kidding you, you are participating in the martial arts test, so what are you going to compete for in the article?"

"I want both civil and military, can you control it?" Lu Lin raised his eyebrows proudly. He is the number one master of the younger generation of Luquan. He was promoted to the Xuan level three years ago. He was believed to be able to open the Ren and Du meridians in a few years. He is the best candidate for Luquan to preserve his face in the martial arts examination. After saying that, he turned around and said respectfully to Luxin: "Uncle Ten, when we heard the test questions before, the three of us also wrote articles. Please ask Uncle Ten to correct me."

Seeing this, Lu Bai looked at Lu Lin and Lu Bai helplessly, walked to Lu Xin, handed over his article and said, "Please take a look at it."

"Haha, the younger generation pushes the older generation forward. I, an uncle, may not be able to catch up with you." Lu Xin happily took the article from the three of them and smiled: "I will appreciate the masterpieces of the three nephews."

When the former Wen Kui wanted to comment on the composition of Lu Bai and the other two, the children gathered around him. This was a rare opportunity to learn. Even Lu Qi came over, and he wanted to see what was so great about these three people and could he suppress him?

"Look at Nephew Lin's article first..." Lu Xin looked at Lu Lin's article, read it up and down, and then looked at Lu Lin with appreciation and smiled: "Nephew really deserves to be both civil and military! This sentence 'With five sounds, the movement and stillness are simple, the big rise and the small follow, the heavy sound is light, the fold and the support is repeated...', it really explains the guzheng and the truth. The rhythm is sonorous and powerful, making people feel like drinking strong wine!"

After praising him, he gave a few simple instructions, and every sentence hit the nail on the head, making Lu Lin suddenly realize that he hadn't asked Lu Xin for advice earlier.

After commenting on Lu Lin's article, Lu Xin looked at Lu Song again and said loudly: "The world thought that Meng Tian made it. Now he will look at his instrument. The upper part is like the sky, the lower part is like the earth, the hollow is like the six-held, the string pillar is about December, and the four symbols are arranged in the rows, and the five sounds of drums are spoken..."

After reading it, Lu Xin exclaimed: "The pattern and rules have reached great success. With time, Song Xian's nephew will be able to show his literary world and leave his name in history."

Lu Song glanced at Lu Lin proudly and said respectfully: "I'll ask Uncle Ten to give me advice."

"If my nephew insists on making bad things, it is a bit of a deliberate pursuit of momentum, which makes the article slightly empty..." Although Lu Xin praised Lu Song very high, he also picked out many problems. Lu Song nodded repeatedly when he spoke, and finally he felt a big sweat and said, "Fortunately, Uncle Ten has mentioned it, so my nephew has not gone astray! It's ridiculous that I was complacent in the past and thought there was nothing wrong with my article."

"My nephew should not belittle himself. The article will never end. I am asking you with higher standards," Lu Xin smiled and smoothed out Lu Song, "Actually, I can't do it all myself."

Everyone burst into laughter, and they couldn't help but immerse themselves in the turbulent enjoyment of writing and thinking, and for a moment they forgot to care about the results of the papers in the yard.

Originally, Lu Bai was not interested in asking Lu Xin for advice, so he also corrected his attitude and listened carefully to Lu Xin's advice. His articles were inferior to Lu Song, so there was more room for improvement. After Lu Xin's guidance, Lu Bai immediately understood a lot and immediately corrected a few sentences on the spot, which was indeed much better!

Seeing that Lu Xin's advice was immediate, it could benefit a talented man like Lu Song and Lu Bai very much, the other children hurriedly guided him. Even their father and brother left behind many concerns and asked Lu Xin to guide his children.

Faced with the crowd's verbal request, Lu Xin raised his hand and surrendered, "I have three heads and three mouths, but I can't comment one by one." As he said that, he came up with an idea and said, "Why not do this? Everyone wrote their articles and posted them on the wall. How about we evaluate them together?"

"Okay!" Lu Song and the other two immediately agreed loudly: "This move will definitely become a beautiful conversation!"

Everyone agreed. Although there was only one place, their knowledge belonged to everyone. They hurriedly took out paper and pen, lying on the ground, or attaching it to the wall, and wrote down their own essays.

Lu Qi's followers looked at him one after another and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, are we writing?"

"Write, why not write?" Lu Qi was about to take the opportunity to make his name clear, but he would not miss the opportunity to show his face in front of everyone. Immediately, someone lay on the ground and asked him to write his own article in silence.

Half an hour passed, and more than 200 articles were posted on one of the exterior walls of the Ethnic Academy. At this time, many tribesmen from other places rushed over and watched this rare occasion, surrounding the entire exterior wall.

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There are crowds of people outside the Ethnic Academy, and the courtyard is also very lively.

At this time, the twenty teachers had selected their favorite articles, and then gathered together to prepare to launch three top-notch masterpieces, which were handed over to the deacon Lu Yi to decide.

This process takes too much time to go longer than before. The old scholars all have their own opinions and have a red face and cannot decide which three articles to recommend for a long time.

Lu Yi was waiting in the back and was worried that if something went wrong, he couldn't help but check in front.

When the scholars saw the deacons arrive, they stopped arguing and stood up to greet them. Lu Yi nodded and signaled everyone to sit down. He also knelt down and asked the chief teacher, "Why haven't settled for so long?"

"Actually, there is nothing to argue for, because the best one is not controversial at all." The chief teacher replied with a wry smile: "There is another article that is much inferior, but it is better than others. These nerds are competing for who should choose the third article."

"Since there is an article that is recognized as the best, what else can I argue about?" Lu Yi felt relieved when he heard this and thought to himself that it must be the article Lu Qi.

Because Lu Qi's article was written by him, the etiquette deacon, to capture the sword and write on his behalf!
Chapter completed!