In the center of the examination room is a wide square, with a huge bronze incense burner one person tall standing in the center. Three thick incense sticks with only a small amount of green smoke are inserted into the incense burner.

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

The other candidates were all sitting in the examination room, preparing pens and inkstones. Only Li Xianyuan stood alone in the square.

Li Xianyuan found his examination room and walked into it. The examination room was only half a foot high, and you could touch the walls on both sides with your arms. There was a wooden table inside, with prepared pens and inkstones on it, and a wooden chair and

Corner toilet, nothing else.

Li Xianyuan sat down and raised his head slightly. The eaves blocked most of the sky, making the examination room slightly dim.

The county magistrate loudly announced the rules. You are not allowed to look around, and all physical examinations are done in the examination room. You are not allowed to leave the examination room before you finish writing the examination paper. Any cheating is prohibited, and those who violate it will not be allowed to refer to it for a hundred years.

After the rules were read out, within a few moments, several soldiers held examination papers and distributed them into the examination room in batches.

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

Thirteen years of living in a ruined temple on a barren mountain made him extremely indifferent. He probably spoke less than a hundred sentences. Apart from the frightened state of mind when he was just born, it was only now that the future was about that could change his state of mind.

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

Slowly opening his eyes, his eyes became calm again, Li Xianyuan exhaled his breath, spread out the rice paper and quickly scanned the questions.

The content of the Tongsheng Examination is divided into arithmetic, ancient Chinese proverbs, allusions, and poetry.

During the palace examination, geography will be added, astronomy will be added, and even strategies beyond the palace examination will be tried.

Arithmetic was not difficult for Li Xianyuan, so he looked at the second test paper.

Among the four items, the only one that is difficult for Li Xianyuan is the allusion. After all, this is not a past life, and you may write it wrong if you are not careful.

With a calm expression on his face, he picked up a writing brush hanging on the pen and dipped it in ink to write.

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In the pavilion, three examiners sat in front of their desks, looking around the examination room through the green curtains, taking in a panoramic view of the candidates' movements.

There is one chief examiner and two deputy examiners. The chief examiner is sent by the Imperial Academy of Xinjing to supervise, and the deputy examiners are the chief examiners from the county magistrate and Shuntian Prefecture.

In terms of rank, the examiner is from the seventh rank, the county prime minister is from the ninth rank, and the anchor of Shuntian Mansion is also from the seventh rank, but because he comes from Xinjing and teaches in the Imperial College, his status is more than one level higher than the two of them.

"Fang County Cheng, there are more than 200 candidates this time, how many do you think will be successful?" The chief secretary of Shuntian Mansion said with a smile. He is slightly fat and wears a long robe.

"Master Registrar, you are very polite. In previous years, it was thirty-five or six, and if nothing else happens this year, it will be the same number." The county magistrate, who was in a green robe with official uniform and a pattern of "Lianque" on his chest, stroked his beard and replied.

"Then who do you like?" The chief clerk smiled and leaned a little closer to the county magistrate.

The county magistrate laughed several times: "Hahaha, Mr. Registrar, do you want to dig some good seeds from me?"

"Who wouldn't want such a talent? Last year, Master Lin came and took away many talents from you, but he was praised by the magistrate. Today it's me, you can't let me go wrong."

"Then it depends on the wishes of the candidates. We can't force them, right?" The county magistrate kicked the ball back, thought for a moment and said, "In my opinion, this year's number one is Xu Zhitian."

"Oh?" The chief clerk exclaimed. "Why do you see that?"

The county magistrate smiled and said nothing, and looked towards one of the examination rooms. The chief clerk followed his gaze and saw a man in Tsing Yi sitting in the examination room, writing calmly and confidently.

The chief clerk narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded: "He is quite a talented person, Xu Zhitian... I wonder what does it have to do with Xu Wei Chang?"

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

The chief clerk suddenly realized: "No wonder... I have heard about Xu Weichang in Shuntian Mansion. He has won many exams and is now a scholar. No wonder you didn't hide it. Xu Weichang has been valued by Qintian Prison. Now in the Pure Land

There are demons running rampant outside, and I, the Shuntian Mansion, cannot steal people from the Qintian Prison no matter what."

The two were talking and laughing, and the chief clerk suddenly said to the examiner sitting next to him: "I wonder what Mr. Wang thinks? Are any of these two hundred candidates attractive?"

Hearing this, the tall examiner scanned the examination rooms with slightly narrowed eyes and said, "In my opinion, that young man has some qualifications."

"Master Wang comes from Xinjing, and his vision is naturally extraordinary. I would like to see who can catch the eye of Master Wang." The two of them were slightly surprised when they heard this, and they both looked in the direction that Master Wang pointed.

In the examination room, I saw a young man sitting at the table with his eyes closed.

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

On one side, the county magistrate waved his hand and called the examiner: "Who is No. C23?"

"My lord, my name is Li Xianyuan." the marking officer replied.

"Li Xianyuan...it sounds strange to me."

"My native place is Yangjiacun."

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

At this time, the chief clerk called out softly: "Huh? Colleagues, please take a look, he has started writing."

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

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

I spent two sticks of incense and carefully finished writing the allusion paper, then checked it carefully to make sure it was correct, and then turned to look at the last test paper.

Poetry.

The poetry volume is largely blank.

The title of the poem requires that it describes changes in mood. As long as it rhymes with the title and is at least plain. Five or seven characters, rhythmic poetry, the format is not limited.

The children's examination is divided into A, B, C and D. Those below C are not in the mainstream. Only those with B or above or with unique grades can pass the examination.

For example, the arithmetic and classical allusions are a mess, but the poems and essays are so impressive that they are enough to be admitted under the exception.

With Li Xianyuan's current results, he can easily get a B even if he doesn't write poetry. But naturally he won't easily let go of this opportunity to become famous.

He stopped writing and thought for a moment. Describing the changes in his mood, there was indeed a song in his mind at this time, but...

Young people don't know the feeling of sadness, so they fall in love with upstairs. They fall in love with upstairs. They forcefully talk about sadness in order to compose new words.

Now that I have realized the feeling of sadness, I want to say no but I want to say no. But I want to say it’s cold but it’s autumn.

This poem by Xin Qiji, a great master of the Southern Song Dynasty, was written after he retired from office and lived in leisure. Anyone with experience will feel deeply about it if he reads it and savors it carefully.

only……

You must know that scholars in this world are also a kind of system. They are no worse than monks in conquering demons. Calligraphers use their pens to fight against the enemy, just like the examiner draws his pen at the entrance of the examination room. Literary students use poetry to fight against the enemy. When encountering ghosts, read

When reciting poems, great righteousness will naturally emerge, and it will attack or protect the body according to the nature of the poems recited.

The higher the degree of compatibility, the stronger the power of Haoran's righteousness. The way to master the degree of compatibility is to copy it from multiple sources or create your own poems.

The reason why I say so much is because once the poem is written, the quality of the poem will directly shock the surrounding people.

There are similar plots in the book more than once. A certain scholar wrote a poem in praise of spring in winter. After finishing the poem, the surrounding ice and snow melted away, and hundreds of flowers bloomed. A certain scholar mourned the deceased, but before he finished writing, the surrounding ghosts cried and howled, and the ghosts were lingering like the underworld.

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

Once Li Xianyuan wrote this poem, I'm afraid it would truly make ghosts and gods weep. After finishing the poem, the spring-filled examination room would already be covered with fallen leaves.

For a boy who is less than fourteen years old to write such sophisticated poetry is not a genius, but a horror.

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

Li Xianyuan thought to himself that after ten years of hard study, he couldn't help but feel a little better, thinking about poems that would be more suitable to write now.

"Bang-bang-"

The sound of gongs distracted Li Xianyuan from his thoughts. He looked out and saw a soldier standing on the bronze incense burner shouting: "There is still one stick of incense to be rolled up!"
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