The center of the examination room is a wide square, with a huge bronze incense burner set up in the center, and three thick incense sticks with a few blue smoke were inserted into the incense burner.

The square is surrounded by three sides, with two rows of examination rooms and a pavilion opposite the gate, where three examiners can sit down and monitor.

The other candidates sat upright in the examination room and prepared their pens and inkstones. Only Li Xianyuan stood alone in the square.

Li Xianyuan found his exam room and walked into it. The exam room was only half a meter high, and he could touch the walls on both sides with his arms spread. There was a wooden table inside, with a prepared pen and inkstone on it, a wooden chair and a corner toilet, and there was no other item.

Li Xianyuan sat down and raised her head slightly. The eaves of the room covered most of the sky, and even the room was slightly dim.

The county magistrate announced the rules loudly. Do not look around, and all physiology is carried out in the examination room. Do not leave the examination room before writing the examination paper. Any fraud is prohibited, and violators shall not refer to it for a hundred years.

After reading the rules, several soldiers held the test papers in their hands and distributed them into the examination room in batches.

Li Xianyuan took a slightly yellowed stack of rice paper, but did not quickly spread the writing after taking the paper like other candidates, but closed his eyes and gradually calmed down his slightly turbulent mood.

After living in a ruined temple for thirteen years, he made his mind extremely indifferent. Perhaps he had less than a hundred words. In addition to being shocked when he was just born, only the future can change his mind.

The rustling sound of the pen tip sliding on the rice paper was heard endlessly, and the other candidates had already started writing. There were only three hours, and they needed to hurry up. Looking at the examination room, only Li Xianyuan had not started writing.

He slowly opened his eyes and calmed down again. Li Xianyuan exhaled turbid air and spread the rice paper to quickly scan the question.

In the Tongsheng Examination, the contents examined are divided into mathematics, ancient sayings, allusions, and poetry.

When the palace examination, geography will be added, astronomy and even policy discussions above the palace examination will be added.

Mathematics was no difficulty for Li Xianyuan, so he looked at the second test paper.

Among the four items, the only thing that is difficult for Li Xianyuan is the allusion. This is not the previous life after all, and you may write it wrong if you are not careful.

He looked calm, grabbed a brush hanging on the pen and wrote ink.

...

In the pavilion, three examiners sat upright in front of the desk and looked around the examination room through the green curtain, allowing the candidates to see the dynamics.

One chief examiner is the chief examiner. The chief examiner is sent by the Imperial College in Xinjing, and the deputy examiner is the chief examiner taken by the county magistrate of this county and Shuntian Prefecture.

In terms of grade, the examiner is from the seventh rank, the county magistrate is from the ninth rank, and the anchor of Shuntianfu is also from the seventh rank, but because he comes from Xinjing and teaches in the Imperial College, his status is more than one better than the two.

"Mr. Fang County Master, how many of the more than 200 candidates do you think will be on the list?" Shuntian Prefecture's chief clerk said with a smile. He was slightly fat and was wearing a long robe.

"You are polite, Lord Chief. In previous years, it was thirty-five and sixteen years. If nothing unexpected happens this year, it will be the same." The green official uniform and the pattern on the chest were made by the county magistrate who was practicing birds, stroked his beard and answered.

"Then who do you think of?" The chief clerk smiled and approached the county magistrate.

The county magistrate laughed a few times: "Hahaha, Lord Chief, are you trying to dig some good seedlings from me?"

"Who doesn't want this talented man? Last year, Chief Lin came and took away many talented men from you, but he got the title of the prefect and praised him. Today it is me, you can't lose money to me, brother."

"That depends on the wishes of the candidates. We can't force them, right?" The county magistrate kicked the ball back and thought for a moment: "In my opinion, this is Xu Zhitian, the top of the list this year."

"Oh?" the chief clerk exclaimed. "How can I see it?"

The county magistrate smiled but said nothing, and looked at one of the examination rooms. The chief clerk followed his gaze and saw a Qingyi sitting in the examination room, writing calmly, and expressing her confidence.

The chief clerk narrowed his eyes and nodded: "It's a handsome talent, Xu Zhitian... I don't know what's wrong with it?"

The county magistrate replied: "Xu Weichang is Xu Zhitian's brother."

The chief clerk suddenly realized: "No wonder... I have heard of Xu Weichang in Shuntian Mansion. I have won many tests and now I am a scholar. No wonder you have not covered up. Xu Weichang has been valued by the Imperial Heaven Supervision. Now that demons outside the Pure Land are rampant, I, Shuntian Mansion, cannot steal people from the Imperial Heaven Supervision no matter what."

The two were talking and laughing, and the chief clerk suddenly said to the examiner sitting beside him: "I wonder what Lord Wang thinks? Are there any of these 200 candidates who are obsessed with?"

When the tall examiner heard this, he narrowed his eyes and swept across the examination rooms, and said, "In my opinion, that young man has some qualifications."

"Mr. Wang came from Xinjing and his eyes were naturally extraordinary. I wanted to see who was the one who had mastered Master Wang's eyes." The two were slightly surprised when they heard this, and looked in the direction that Master Wang pointed.

I saw a young man sitting upright at the table in the exam room, his eyes closed.

"It's a bit unique." The chief clerk nodded.

On the one hand, the county magistrate waved to the reviewer: "Who is the one in No. 23?"

"Sir, call it Li Xianyuan." The reviewer replied.

"Li Xianyuan... listens to Ersheng."

"He is from Yangjia Village."

The county magistrate nodded: "I understand, go down."

At this time, the chief clerk shouted: "Huh? Please read, two colleagues, he has started writing."

In the exam room, Li Xianyuan knew nothing about the situation in the pavilion in the distance. After roughly scanning the test paper, he picked up his pen and wrote without stopping, and completed his movements in one go.

Less than half a stick of incense, Li Xianyuan easily completed two test papers, leaving only allusions and poems.

After spending two incense sticks, I carefully finished writing the allusion paper, and then carefully checked it, and confirmed that it was no different. I turned to look at the last test paper.

Poetry and essays.

The poem volume is blank.

The title of poetry requires the description of changes in mood. As long as the rhyme is related to the title and the at least the tone, five-character or seven-character verse, the format is not limited.

Tongsheng is divided into A, B, B, C and D. All of them are not in the market. Only those above B or above can be admitted to Tongsheng.

For example, if you learn ancient Chinese allusions, you will be confused, but your poems have reached the point where your writing is shocking and storm, which is enough to be admitted in an extraordinary way.

With Li Xianyuan's current achievements, he can easily win the first place even if he doesn't write poetry. However, he naturally won't miss this opportunity to become famous easily.

He stopped writing and thought a little. He described the changes in his mood. At this time, there was indeed a poem in his heart, but...

A young man does not know the taste of sorrow, he falls in love with the upper class and loves the upper class. He insists on saying sorrow in order to write new poems.

Now I have realized the taste of sorrow, and I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I say it's so cool.

This poem by Xin Qiji, a master of the Southern Song Dynasty, was written after he was dismissed from office and lived there. Anyone who has experience will have a deep feeling when he reads it carefully.

only……

You should know that scholars in this world are also a system. They are not inferior to monks when they are defeated by demons. When they use their pens to face the enemy, they are like the chief examiner who draws pens when they are at the entrance of the examination room. When they use poems to face the enemy, they use poems to face the enemy. When they meet ghosts and monsters, they will have a sense of righteousness and will attack or protect their bodies according to the nature of the poems they are reciting.

The higher the degree of fit, the stronger the power of Haoran's righteousness. The way to master the degree of fit is to copy multiple books or create poems by yourself.

The reason why I say so much is that once I start writing, the quality of the poem will directly alarm the surroundings.

There are more than once similar plots in the book. A certain Grand Secretary wrote a poem praising spring in winter. After writing the poem, the ice and snow around him melted and flowers bloomed. A great scholar mourned the dead. Before he finished writing, he caused ghosts and wolves to cry and howls around him, and the ghosts lingered like in the underworld.

This has nothing to do with cultivation, and is entirely derived from poetry.

Once Li Xianyuan wrote this poem, it would be a real poem that made ghosts and gods cry. I think after the poem was finished, the spring-filled examination room was covered with leaves.

A boy who was less than fourteen years old and wrote such sophisticated poems was not a genius, but a thriller.

"It's almost done... I'll have a chance to make a comeback in the future."

Li Xianyuan thought to himself that after ten years of hard study, he couldn't help but feel better, thinking about the more appropriate poems and essays he wrote now.

"Bang—Bang—"

The waves of gongs dispelled Li Xianyuan's thoughts. He looked out and saw a soldier standing in the bronze incense burner and shouting: "There is still a stick of incense to collect the roll!"

Looking at the incense burner, there are only a small piece of three coarse incense sticks left.
Chapter completed!