Chapter 79: Starting from the beginning, cleaning up the old mountains and rivers, facing the sky [asking for monthly votes!]

The lightning flashes, thunder rushes into the darkness, and white rain hits the cold air.

The sudden spring rain falls into the world unexpectedly.

But in the dormitory where Anle was, sword energy spread across the universe, and the sword energy intertwined between the ink pools shrouded the entire dormitory, making the atmosphere like a bright sun shining, with a bit of warmth, dispelling the heavy rain and cold spring. .

Anle's eyes were shining, and he kept writing with a blank scroll. One after another, words that seemed to be full of emotions jumped out from the pen.

Outside the hut, soldiers wearing armor carried knives at their waists and endured the heavy rain dutifully. The rain made white streaks on their cold armor, like a veil.

At this moment, the soldier squinted through the rain curtain and stared at the young man writing an article in the dormitory. He only felt the sharp sword energy intertwined and felt the pervading and exciting mind.

His body, which had been chilled by the heavy rain, suddenly felt a surge of violent blood.

For a moment, the soldiers were a little curious as to what kind of article the young man was writing.

The heavy rain continued to fall like pillars, adding a bit of solemnity to the spring.

The rain curtain in the distance parted, and three figures in Confucian robes stood quietly. The wisp of literary spirit lingering on their fingertips pointed to the young man writing an essay and answering questions in the dormitory.

The three masters of the liberal arts college represent three schools of thought. They have countless students under each other, and many of their students have appeared on the literary and music charts.

But today, it is rare for three masters to appear at the same time to watch a young man write an article.

"That ink sword was probably taken from the Sixth Mountain Master's Hongchen Sword Box." The doctor put his hands behind his back and looked at the young man in the dormitory who was stirring up the sword energy, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Yes, I didn't expect that the article that triggered the Wenqu Monument was actually written by this man. It surprises me but not surprises me." The third wife, Wang Banshan, stroked his beard and smiled.

The doctor turned to look at him: "Do you know him?"

Pang Jidao, the second concubine, said: "This son is the An family who is now famous in Lin'an. His black bamboo hand is quite amazing. Look at the sword on his waist and a bamboo sword. Master Zhu must recognize this bamboo sword."

The doctor couldn't help being stunned when he heard this. He looked through the bead curtain and saw a bamboo sword on Anle's waist.

"Zhao Huangting's Qingshan?"

The doctor said in surprise.

"Yes, Zhao Huangting gave Qingshan to this son because of a piece of black bamboo, or because of the young man's quality." The second master said slowly.

For a moment, the only sound echoing between heaven and earth was the sound of rain falling on Chuping.

"To be able to wear Qingshan, he must be a good young man. Let's see what articles he has written." The doctor said softly.

After the words fell, the literary spirit lingering in his hand suddenly popped out.

Wenqi was like a thread, breaking through the rain curtain and falling into the residence. The next moment, in front of the three masters, the world suddenly became quiet, as if the years had stopped, and every drop of white rain that fell was frozen in the air.

The doctor raised his hand and tapped a grain of spring rain that seemed to contain sword energy. In an instant, the spring rain changed and condensed into words.

"Since ancient times, when emperors came to rule the world, they always used the Chinese people to control the barbarians, and the barbarians lived outside to serve the Chinese people. It is unheard of to say that the barbarians lived in the middle of the country to control the world..."

When the rain condensed into the article written by the young man, the three masters all stared at each word and began to read, chewing the taste.

The three masters are all scholars, each with their own ideas and their own standards for appreciating articles.

From the first sentence of An Le, we can know An Le's attitude towards the Northern Expedition.

At the beginning of the sentence, the eyes of the three masters all lit up, and they began to think of reading further.

The article is eloquent, condensed into words by spring rain, and if you read it in advance, you can feel the fiery emotions contained in the article.

"Drive out the barbarians and restore the Middle Earth!"

When these eight characters appear, it seems that sword energy comes out through the rain, cutting off the dark night with one sword, ushering in endless light!

"good!"

The third wife, Wang Banshan, admired it so much that he couldn't help but let out a loud ovation.

The sound shattered the picture, and time returned again. The roar was as majestic as the sound of a waterfall, and once again enveloped the surroundings.

The first wife, Zhu Huoxi, and the second wife, Pang Ji, glanced at the third wife, Wang Banshan, with a hint of speechlessness in their eyes.

Once this shout of praise comes out, it is bound to be felt.

The three of them shook their heads and did not stay here any longer. The third wife, Wang Banshan, didn't care so much, stroking his beard and laughing, took one step forward, and disappeared into the rain.

The first master and the second master also dispersed at the same time, and the positions where they stood were covered by the heavy rain, leaving no trace at all.

The next moment, a majestic mind swept past. After finding that there was no trace, he retreated and came back. After doing this three or four times, he completely retreated.

Inside a building with white walls and black tiles.

Yan Chaoqing, the deputy examiner in official robes, sat upright on a wooden chair, his mind returned to his body, he opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

"I did hear someone cheering just now, why was there no movement?"

Yan Chaoqing's cultivation level was not weak, and his mind rushed towards him but it was only a matter of seconds, but he still failed to capture the other party.

It means that the other party's cultivation level may be higher than his.

"That's all, maybe I'm hallucinating. This rainstorm is too heavy. It's not like a spring rain at all, but more like a sudden summer rain."

Yan Chaoqing stood up, feeling the scent of sandalwood in the room, and slowly walked under the eaves.

On the edge of the black tiles, rainwater intertwined into a curtain, venting like a waterfall, adding a bit of noise to the silent night.

He has also seen the questions for this Chunwei exam, but he can guess the entry points for these answers from candidates from all over the dynasty.

This question is said to have been asked by the traditional examiner Qin Xiang. Most of the examinees would have answered the question on the basis that the Northern Expedition was not suitable.

This made Yan Chaoqing feel very boring.

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The winding path leads to a secluded place, under the eaves of a thatched cottage.

The three masters appeared one after another, their Confucian clothes not stained by any rain.

"The article written by this scholar is like a calligraphy for the Northern Expedition. It is majestic and shows the trend of the general trend. It is very good."

The third wife, Wang Banshan, stroked his long beard and made no secret of his appreciation.

"Expelling the barbarians and restoring the Central Plains... is the outline of the manifesto. When people read it, they can't help but ignite thoughts of the Northern Expedition. It is indeed for talented young people."

The doctor Zhu Huo was delighted and nodded: "Can this boy enter the liberal arts college?"

The second wife Pang Ji shook his head: "This son is from Chongzhou. He came to Lin'an not long ago and has not entered the liberal arts academy."

"This man has great literary talents. He should be admitted to the liberal arts academy. How could he let such a talented person wander outside?" Zhu Huoxi, the official, was a little displeased.

"After the Spring Festival is over, let him enter the Literary Academy. If the Wenqu monument can be moved, it shows that this son is very destined to our Literary Academy. In the future, if this son goes to recite articles in front of the Wenqu monument without words, he may be able to do so.

That Li Youan, like Su Zhanxian, caused strange phenomena in the literary and musical monuments, condensed his literary courage, and subdued the awe-inspiring!"

"That is another grand event for the Academy of Literature."

The doctor stroked his beard and said.

The Third Master chuckled: "This son once went to the Martial Arts Temple, causing the Wu Kui Stone in the Martial Arts Temple to burst into anger and blood. The Wu Kui Stone of the past dynasties showed up to deduce the martial arts scriptures for him..."

"Then Wu Kui Di Zang bluntly said that if Anle dares to enter the liberal arts academy, he will immediately fall out. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to join our liberal arts academy."

The doctor couldn't help but hesitate in stroking his beard.

After a long while, Fang finally spoke: "This boy was born to be a scholar. It is an insult to the gentlemen to go to a martial arts temple and become a martial artist."

"Banshan, you have to bring him back."

The third wife, Wang Banshan, had a smile on his face, looked at the night and the rain, and spoke lightly.

"Nowadays, the Academy of Arts is not as pure as the one from the Martial Temple. Why should this son enter the Academy to fight for intrigues? Besides, this son has conflicts with the Prime Minister of Qin, and the Academy of Arts may not be able to tolerate him."

"I can't break it apart."

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Anle finished writing the last word, took a long breath, and his eyes sparkled.

The sword energy in the house was like autumn light, surging with chilling force. As he finished writing the article, it slowly converged, and finally turned into an ink pool, which was worn around his waist.

"This is very well written. I'm afraid Prime Minister Qin will be very angry when he sees it."

"However, at most they won't give me points for the big questions, and I don't expect to get points for this question."

Anle smiled freely.

That day, he was very depressed when he saw the old man's golden years in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the scenes of the generals weeping and howling with blood when the Zhao Dynasty moved south, and the sadness of the civil and military officials kneeling to bid farewell to China.

Now I finally have some venting.

Anle actually doesn't quite understand those officials in the current government who refuse the Northern Expedition and choose to make peace.

If it was the initial move to the south, it is still within the realm of understanding that in order not to waste people, money, or harm the country, we would not carry out the Northern Expedition to regain lost territory and restore face.

But five hundred years later, the Great Zhao Dynasty developed in the south of the Canglang River and became extremely wealthy, with strong soldiers and horses, generals with blood flowing through the rainbow, literati and poets singing and singing every night, and prosperity to the point of bone-crushing ecstasy.

It was a good time for the Northern Expedition, but he still didn't want to go to the Northern Expedition or break up with the Yuan-Meng Empire, in order to indulge in the prosperous and gentle town of Lin'an.

Perhaps in addition to unwillingness, there is also fear of failure, fear of failure, broken dreams of prosperity, and the spread of war.

However, the original roots of the Zhao Dynasty were north of the Canglang River, in Central China!

Shaking his head, Anle put down his pen, raised his head and looked outside the rain curtain.

Previously, he was immersed in writing, and he vaguely felt that there was a sight peering at him through the rain curtain, and he didn't know who it was. To be able to escape Chun Wei's monitoring, it is definitely not easy to cultivate.

However, it is not a big deal if it does not affect his spring exam.

After finishing answering the test questions, Anle stopped thinking and closed his eyes slightly. The sword furnace in the Niwan Palace was clanging. In a short period of time, his refined mind was slightly improved.

When doing the questions, the transformation of the state of mind, coupled with the resonance between the sword waterfall and the mind, resulted in the improvement of the mind.

A smile appeared on Anle's lips and she didn't touch the question paper again.
To be continued...