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.

I looked at the sky and saw that it was almost dawn.

In other words, in one day, he answered all the test questions that he had to do for three days.

In the remaining time, Anle was very confident and did not need to check, because for him, the questions were not difficult. The only question that could not determine the score was the last question of the Northern Expedition.

But from the beginning, Anle never had any hope of scoring points on the Northern Expedition.

Therefore, Anle actually meditated on the "Sword Waterfall Picture" in the dormitory, and started practicing like this.

The remaining ink on the tips is still moist, just like when you are combing away from the wind and rain.

The heavy rain gradually subsided, the sky gradually became brighter, and the spring scenery was brilliant.

Many people woke up from their spring sleep, washed their faces with the rain, ate the scones they had brought with them, lit the dim lights, and began to continue writing their answer sheets.

The young man who is sleeping in the spring of others is doing the exercises, and the young man who is doing the exercises is practicing.

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The first game of Chunwei, which lasted for three days, finally ended, followed by the second and third games, both lasting three days.

However, candidates who take exams all have one day to revise, which can eliminate the decadence of three days, and they can also use their time to review and check for gaps.

The spring rain stopped on the second day, and today the warm sun shines brightly, illuminating the many peach and apricot blossoms in the literary courtyard that are competing for spring.

Anle took the test card and left the dormitory, and merged into many candidates' teams. Although these candidates were all tired, they looked excited. They were chatting with each other about the content of the test questions and analyzing whether each other's entry points were accurate.

“What do you think is the correct entry point for the big topic ‘On whether to conduct the Northern Expedition’?”

"It goes without saying that the shortcomings of the Northern Expedition must be explained in terms of people's livelihood, people's finances, public opinion and many other aspects. We must also focus on elaborating on the power of Emperor Yuan and Meng. The real solution to the problem is to avoid his sharp edges and maintain the current peaceful situation.

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"Having said so much, isn't it possible that the point of breaking the topic is that this title was written by Prime Minister Qin? Prime Minister Qin has always advocated maintaining a peaceful situation and did not want to waste people and money on the Northern Expedition."

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The candidates had not yet left the liberal arts college, and they started arguing with each other while walking on the bluestone road.

Anle listened for a while and then lost interest.

Not far away, there were two figures standing in the distance, bathing in the warm sun, waving excitedly at the sight of Anle among the long grass and the flying orioles.

It was Liu Yue and the person named Xu.

"My Majesty Jiankang Xushun, I have met An's family."

Juren surnamed Xu is now much more humble, and no longer has the arrogant attitude he had before.

An Le glanced at him lightly, nodded slightly to say hello, and then started chatting with Liu Yue, who looked a little sad.

Xu Shun pursed his lips and followed the two of them quietly, not complaining much. The name of the An family was like thunder in his ears. He had ignored each other before, but now he was treated like this, but it was understandable.

"Answer everyone, regarding the big issue of the Northern Expedition, do you support the Northern Expedition or not?"

The three of them left the academy and walked to the stone monument of the academy. Liu Yue, who had a bright-colored road all the way, couldn't help but asked about Anle.

Anle glanced at Liu Yue and said: "I support the Northern Expedition. North of the Canglang River is my homeland in the Central Plains. It is our responsibility that runs in our blood to regain our homeland and avoid being humiliated by the barbarians."

When Liu Yue heard this, his whole body froze, but Xu Shun on the side kept shaking his head, with excitement on his face: "Annoy everyone, that's right, we are in the Spring Examination, and we can't just rely on our own will to answer the questions, we also need to grasp the examiner's opinions.

preferences, supporting the Northern Expedition is not the right answer."

Anle was too lazy to pay attention to this person and took a deep look at Liu Yue, who was getting paler.

Then he raised his hand and patted it: "Don't take it too seriously, it's just to score points, not to be embarrassed."

"If you can really go to high school and become an official because of this, you can fulfill your heart's wish, start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky."

After the words were finished, there was no more words for An Le.

Wearing a green mountain ink pond on her waist and a spotless white dress, she disappeared among the mountain roads at the foot of Wenyuan Mountain in the bright spring.

Liu Yue was comforted and his complexion became better. He savored An Le's words, but he still felt a little depressed.

I remembered the grand vow I had made by the West Lake to regain the old land of mountains and rivers, and also thought of the bits and pieces of ink I had written on the title of the paper.

I just feel like my heart has been drained a little bit.

"It has to be that everyone in An is free and easy."

Liu Yue looked at An Le's back with straight waist, flying clothes and sword, and couldn't help but show a touch of admiration.

Knowing clearly what the correct answer is, you can still write what you want to say according to your heart. Even if you lose points because of it, and you may even miss the gold medal, you still feel relieved in your heart.

Liu Yue couldn't do it because he couldn't give up the gold list. He was full of ambitions and needed to reach the top to achieve it.

As unrestrained as Anle, although he envied it, there was nothing he could do about it.

Xu Shun smiled at the side and said: "Now I am cool and unrestrained, but if I am not on the gold list and cannot be admitted to the Jinshi list, this An family who shocked Lin'an will feel very uncomfortable, and may even become a Lin'an literati.

A joke in your mouth.”

"You are free and easy in front of others, but you suffer behind you."

Liu Yue frowned slightly and glanced at Xu Shun displeasedly: "You don't understand the freedom and ease of An family."

Then without saying another word, he walked away.

Xu Shun pouted: "If it weren't for the fact that you, Huating Liu Yue, are so talented and famous, I would not bother to pay attention to you."

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The first show of Chunwei ended, and for Anle, it was as pleasant as going to the West Lake and listening to ditties for a day.

Returning to the bustling street, amidst the hustle and bustle of people, I went to Yanchunli and greeted the female shopkeeper who I hadn't seen for three days warmly.

"Master, why haven't you come here for three days to get a drink?"

"Is the wine not to your liking?"

the female shopkeeper asked.

An Le bowed and smiled: "Xiaosheng participated in the Spring Festival. I just finished the first show. Why don't you come and drink? The wine is fine. It's delicious. I'll have two bottles."

When the female shopkeeper heard this, she was suddenly surprised and spoke proudly: "I never thought that the young master is actually a scholar. Today, the wine is free for the young master! I only hope that the young master can become a Jinshi in high school! That little shop can also prosper!"

Anle smiled dumbly and wanted to pay, but was unable to resist the enthusiastic female shopkeeper.

After drinking two pots of old yellow rice wine, Anle went to Ding Yaxiang to cut a pound of braised beef.

In a happy mood, I went straight back to Taimiao Lane.

Passing by the Imperial Ancestral Temple, I saw the door open. The old man was sitting on a chair, hanging in front of him was the painting of a galloping horse that he had painted for Mr. Lin. He was squinting in the warm sunshine while admiring and appreciating the painting.

When the old man saw the old rice wine and beef in An Le's hand, he stood up familiarly, put away the painting, closed the door and walked to the small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, Anle set up tables and chairs, warmed up old rice wine, and drank and ate meat with the old man.

"Little friend An is in a good mood and has clear ideas. It seems that Chunwei did well in the first exam?"

The old man smacked his lips, savoring the taste of old yellow rice wine, and said.

An Le drank a glass of rice wine generously and smiled: "No, on the contrary I might lose a lot of points."

When the old man heard this, he immediately looked over in confusion.

Are you so happy and insane?

Anle told the old man about the Northern Expedition exam question.

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: "It is indeed a question that Qin Lishi can come up with."

"How do you answer my little friend? Let me talk to you carefully."

The old man was really curious about Anle's answer.

An Le didn't hide it. He put down his cup, stood up, walked to the yard, raised his hand and waved towards the green mountain stuck in the old locust tree.

Qingshan took it, and Anle began to dance the three swords of Cipai taught by the old man.

On the other side, he slowly recited the answer to his essay.

The old man sitting on the chair was listening and drinking. Gradually, a flame like the bright sun burned in his eyes, and he wanted to cross the Canglang River with his sword and fight.

I drank a bottle of wine without realizing it.

Wait until Anle finishes reciting the last word.

The old man put his hands on his hands and laughed: "What a sentence to drive away the barbarians and restore China to China."

"Good answer, quick answer!"

"Hahaha, the article that caused a stir in Wenqu last night... turned out to be written by your boy!"

"That guy Qin Lishi, if he saw that your answer actually caused the Wenqu Monument to move, I wonder if he would vomit blood."

"At least I will feel very sick."

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