A long river of literature!
It embodies the majestic and vast power of cultural movement!
Relying on the power of humanity, it will last through the ages and reach eternity!
According to legend, the sages who preached immortality, their classics can be transformed into their will and dropped into the long river of literature. Even if they die, the classics will not perish, but will continue to be passed down.
Once someone suitable to inherit the classics appears, it can even trigger the power of a long river of literature!
This is also why there is a saying of "carrying on the unique learning for the saints"!
And some people will be called Wenquxing.
At the same time, this is also the source of literary baptism.
Naturally, Yang Fan didn't know this at this time. He just looked at the sea of clouds above Gongyuan, his heart was slightly touched, and he felt some changes in his body.
"Huh? When did a book appear in my body?"
Yang Fan looked inside and was slightly startled.
In his mind, a translucent cyan book emerged, with a slightly mottled surface, as if it was still in the process of some kind of transformation.
However, three words have appeared on the surface of the book - Tao Te Ching!
At this moment, he felt a power very similar to the long river of literature and art!
The power of literature!
How could he have such a thing?
Yang Fan's mind changed rapidly, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated the power of the "Tao Te Ching". As the king of all scriptures, how could its existence be so simple?
I have always used it as a reference book, but I have ignored the connotation of this book!
It is not only a Taoist classic, but also a literary and Taoist classic!
"The exam is nothing!"
Yang Fan immediately became energetic.
"If I understand this book and successfully condense it into form, then I will directly enter the realm of Confucianism. Why is it not better than being the number one scholar!"
He threw the brush aside and placed the papers randomly on the table.
He leaned back, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to study the Tao Te Ching in his body.
When the patrolling guard passed by him, he looked at his immortal appearance and shook his head.
Sighing: "Another crazy one."
It's just the first day, and I'm already driving him crazy. He can't even write the paper!
The guard glanced at Yang Fan's desk, threw the pen aside, and laid out the papers casually, obviously giving up completely.
However, he didn't pay attention to it.
As long as Yang Fan doesn't cause trouble, it has nothing to do with him.
After all, over the years, too many similar things have happened in the examination room, crazy and stupid, too many to count.
"It's better to be a soldier, without so many worries."
The patrol guard suddenly felt very happy.
Contrast creates beauty, it’s true.
"Ah! I am the number one scholar! I want to see the emperor!"
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the distance.
But an examinee grabbed the paper, suddenly opened the door of the examination booth, and rushed out.
His face was full of madness, his eyes were red, and his emotions were completely out of control.
However, as soon as he rushed out, a guard stood in front of him coldly and slapped him unconscious.
"How dare you disturb the order of Gongyuan! Drag him down!"
Soon, the candidate was dragged down by two patrolling guards.
In various places, the people who hold the title of civil servant are of some status, but here they are as lowly as weeds.
Seeing this man's disappearing figure, the writing sounds in the surrounding examination booths paused for a long time before they resumed. At the same time, he felt a sense of sadness as a rabbit died and a fox died.
The storm here quickly subsided, like a pebble falling to the bottom of a lake.
The examination room returned to its original order.
Time passed slowly, and night enveloped the divine capital.
Candles were also lit in the examination booth in the Gongyuan, and the candidates were able to take a short rest. Some continued to answer questions by candlelight, while some simply fell asleep.
As for Yang Fan
The examination room was completely dark.
He was so immersed in his own world that he didn't notice the change of time at all.
At this moment, he was devoting himself wholeheartedly to the study of the Tao Te Ching, and he could even feel his own changes every moment.
At least, the translucent cyan book inside the body has become more solid and no longer looks so illusory and mottled.
The next day, when the test questions were handed out, Yang Fan closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.
On the third day, when the test questions were handed out, Yang Fan still closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.
If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing, the guard patrolling outside the door almost doubted whether he was dead. However, looking at the white scroll on his table, he was sentenced to death in his heart.
In how many years, this is the first time that the guard has seen the last two games go to waste.
Anyway, just write down and recharge the amount.
And at the same time.
In an examination booth far away from Yang Fan, Tao Che sat in front of the desk.
I can see that his eyes are full of wisdom, and his writing is full of energy. His writing moves swiftly and concisely, and the condensed literary spirit is gathered on the paper, with a hint of greenness!
"Eh? What a strong literary spirit!"
When Zhang Wenlong accidentally came here while patrolling, his expression changed slightly.
He was only half a step away from becoming a great scholar, so it was easy to notice the condensed literary aura in Tao Che.
Although he is still far away from becoming his own classic, he is obviously the seed of a scholar and has a good foundation in his own accumulation.
With tens of thousands of students gathered here, there are always some outstanding talents, but even so, the young man in front of me is probably enough to be ranked among the top ten.
"I don't know where it comes from."
Zhang Wenlong looked at Tao Che and then looked away, not wanting to disturb him.
move on.
Zhang Wenlong paused again. Unexpectedly, he met another outstanding talent in a short period of time. He glanced at the name under the opponent's exam room number plate.
"Li Chengfu..."
This allows Zhang Wenlong to have
Some relief.
This session of Enke is already very large. If there are more talents, it will naturally be of great benefit to him.
At least being a teacher and student in name is enough to bring him considerable benefits.
Not only can it contribute to his journey as a great scholar, but it can also make his foundation more solid.
After patrolling for a while, he went back.
It's almost evening, and the three-day exam is coming to an end in a flash.
"Ring the gong and order all candidates to stop writing."
"The exam is over!"
Zhang Wenlong announced the order.
Soon, arrangements for collecting papers, anonymizing names, and transcribing everything began in an orderly manner.
The candidates left the Gongyuan one after another.
As for Yang Fan, he was naturally awakened by the sound of the gong just now, with a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.
It's a good thing to be disturbed at a critical moment.
He was almost on the verge of completely solidifying the Tao Te Ching!
We are only half a step away from becoming a great scholar!
However, even so, the cyan book floating in his body made his whole body seem to have been refined, his demeanor became deeper and deeper, and his eyes were like lightning.
He stood up and followed the candidates out of the venue, and soon arrived outside the Gongyuan.
"Brother Yang?"
The Chen brothers had been waiting outside. When they saw Yang Fan coming out, they immediately surrounded him.
However, they immediately discovered that Yang Fan's condition was different.
Uncle Han naturally felt it, but the Baifu knot enveloped Yang Fan's body, and he couldn't see anything. He only felt that Yang Fan had a profound aura.
That kind of aura is attached to every word and action, which is heart-breaking.
"Is it the aura of a great scholar?"
A bold idea came to Uncle Han's mind, and he shook his head and said to himself that it was ridiculous. A great Confucian could become a classic by himself, and he could support a scholarly family.
How can He De be promoted to the realm of Confucianism if the other party is so old?
This chapter has been completed!