Chapter 80: Youhuang Bamboo Forest with the same song, the young man flying sword takes the lead [asking for monthly votes]

The four walls are green in the sky, and the seven-story building leans against the cold evening stars.

The night gradually climbed high into the sky, the sky was filled with stars, and the moon was as bright as frost.

Lin'an Mansion, the Government Office of the Ministry of Rites.

With the end of the first session of the Spring Festival, the Ministry of Rites began to review the papers intensively, and the papers of the candidates in the liberal arts examination room were transported to the Ministry of Rites one after another.

After several strict procedures, the papers were anonymous and distributed to many examiners.

Cross-marking will be conducted, and if there are any objections, multiple examiners will review the papers to ensure that there will be no misjudgments.

There are more than 3,000 papers, each paper is full of answers. Even if it is just a review, it takes a lot of time and a lot of effort.

Every examiner has food and lodging at the Rites Office during these days.

The cold lamp splashes brilliance.

Officials one by one began to read it carefully, because the references were all from various places. They were the people who had gone through many screenings before arriving in Lin'an. There was no need to question their ability to write articles.

The Chunwei Examination is to select taller and excellent talents from a group of tall people.

The rustling sound of turning pages is like the sound of waves caused by the caressing of bamboo leaves in the bamboo sea late at night.

The desks are arranged one by one, and the examiners sit behind them, holding wolf hair dyed with cinnabar red ink to comment and score. The candidates are evaluated according to the entry point of each question and the closeness to the answer.

The atmosphere was tense but also somewhat harmonious.

However, the only thing that made the examiners somewhat dissatisfied was the major topic of this Spring Festival, which was about the major topic of the Northern Expedition.

It was too monotonous. Dozens of candidates wrote articles in succession that were all against the Northern Expedition. Their words contained hints of trying to please and get close to the Prime Minister of Qin. Their attitude was too obvious and boring.

Of course, not all candidates are opposed to the Northern Expedition. There are also a few candidates who choose to support the Northern Expedition. However, the article has no substantive argument. It is just full of enthusiasm that it is unreasonable to launch the Northern Expedition. Therefore, the examiner just

Just glance at it and give no points directly.

No need for any suspense or argument.

After reviewing for a long time, many examiners stretched out, stood up and moved around to clear their heads and minds that were filled with the candidates' knowledge.

Suddenly, several people saw an examiner sitting behind a case, his back straight, his eyes widened, his beard seemed to be trembling slightly, and he was completely immersed in the article, unable to extricate himself.

The examiner's face turned red, and his skin became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a long time, there was a loud and exciting cheer, accompanied by violent slamming of the table and table.

For a time, many of the relaxed examiners looked over in surprise, confusion, and speechlessness.

Isn't it just to review the candidates' answers? Why are you so excited?

"Okay, well written. How can I, the officials of Great Zhao, sit back and watch the land of Middle-earth suffer the humiliation of the barbarians! We are the orthodox of that land of Middle-earth!"

This examiner may also have some angry youth hidden in his body, which suddenly exploded at this moment.

Praise and comments kept pouring out of his mouth, and his face was red, and his eyes almost filled with tears.

But this article really touched his heart and ignited the anger in his heart.

"Cross the river! Cross the river!"

The examiner slapped the desk and shouted.

Many examiners are so perplexed that they are crazy. This is...

The person who is coordinating everything this time is the Prime Minister of Qin, who is notoriously opposed to the Northern Expedition faction. This examiner dared to shout so loudly. Isn't he working against the Prime Minister of Qin?

However, several examiners were also curious and came over to read together the article that made this colleague lose his temper and shout "Cross the river".

The stars are like a bucket, and the moon is cold and cold.

After a while, several examiners put down their articles. Their hearts were filled with emotions, and unexplainable meanings were surging in their chests.

If they hadn't controlled their emotions, they would have even wished to be like the first temperamental examiner, slapping the case and shouting "Cross the river!"

The two words "crossing the river" were the last words of the frontier general who died with hatred and full of unwillingness.

Only two words, but powerful and powerful.

Now, when they look at the word "wenpin", they finally have some feelings for it.

"how?"

"No points will be given based on the answer, because the meaning of the question is not clear. As for me, I would like to give him full marks, because this article, with the power of a statement, is eloquent, but it arouses the fire of my ambition."

The examiners discussed with each other.

"Submit it to Mr. Qin Xiang and let him make a comment."

In the end, the examiners made a unanimous decision.

Above the high hall of the Government Office of the Ministry of Rites, a green lantern was lit, and the fire glowed dimly, illuminating the room as brightly as day.

The night is thin and cool, accompanied by moonlight and lights.

Qin Prime Minister Qin Lishi sat in charge of the case, looking at the examination questions that were presented to him by many examiners, frowning slightly, and began to observe.

His expression was as usual, but there was a bit of determination emerging from the depths of his eyes.

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

"It sounds easy and simple to say, but it's not that easy. Emperor Yuanmeng has conquered thousands of miles and has been ranked number one in the world for five hundred years. No one can challenge his position. In the great Zhao Dynasty, there is no one who can defeat him.

If the Northern Expedition is about to begin, who will check and balance Emperor Yuanmeng?"

"Although his speeches were impassioned and powerful, they were just words on paper after all."

Qin Lishi actually appreciates this article, but appreciation is appreciation. No matter how well written the article is, it will not shake his mind against the Northern Expedition. The current situation is so good, Lin'an is prosperous, even the Kyoto of the Yuan-Meng Empire

It's far behind.

And the Northern Expedition... once it fails, the Yuanmeng cavalry may be able to cross the Canglang River and crush the dreamlike prosperity of Zhao that has lasted for five hundred years.

"The Yuan-Meng Empire is indeed powerful, but if we, Dazhao, unite with Dali and Xiliang, the three parties will join forces to form an iron wall. Even the Emperor of Yuan-Meng may not be able to easily shake it, and it will naturally continue to prosper for another five hundred years."

Qin Lishi put down the article, dipped his pen in, drank cinnabar, and wrote down his comments again.

Although the article was good, it did not score points because it was too biased against his ideas.

After writing indifferent comments, Qin Lishi put the paper aside. He knew that he had not scored on this big question and the candidate was probably destined to fail.

Qin Lishi was even a little curious as to whose name it was under this vague name.

"Perhaps it was written by a student from Banshan, Sanfuzi Wang, who is on the literary and music list."

Qin Lishi smiled lightly.

Suddenly, Qin Lishi's mind moved. He raised his eyes and looked out the window of the Ministry of Rites. It seemed that starlight had come into his dream and condensed into a phantom of starlight in front of the window.

"Second Master."

Qin Lishi was startled, looking at Xingguang's figure, he couldn't help but say.

The rickety Second Master bowed to Qin Xiang, then walked to Qin Lishi's side, pointed to the article on the table, and said: "The Wenqu stele was moved by this article, and Qin Xiangruo didn't pay a cent.

It’s hard to explain it to the doctor, and it’s hard to explain it to the liberal arts college.”

When Qin Lishi heard this, his expression became condensed. He looked at the article on the paper that he had just graded and was shocked.

This article caused a stir in Wenqu Monument?!

Qin Lishi felt a gloom rising in his heart.

Could it be that the Academy of Liberal Arts also thinks it’s time to launch the Northern Expedition?!

Looking at this article again, Qin Lishi had no appreciation at all, only anger and disgust.

But no matter how angry he was, there was nothing he could do. He could only bear the disgust in his heart, change the rating, and give some points. Otherwise, he would not get a single point from the article that could attract literary and musical monuments.

It is bound to arouse the disgust of those old-fashioned scholars who came out of the academy.

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The next day, it's dawn.

Birds call out for the clear sky, peeking into the eaves at dawn.

Anle ended the night of meditation as usual, and his body and mind were almost overflowing.

When we walked to the courtyard, we started practicing the Five Ancient Demons and Five Animals. In the Chunwei examination room, we had not practiced the Five Ancient Demons and Five Animals for the past three days. Anle just felt uncomfortable all over.

Fight the ancient demons and five animals happily, the demon energy, blood, and spirit are intertwined. There is a faint shadow of the demon tiger roaring across the galaxy, and there is a ferocious beast like a mountain.

As the drill intensified, Anle's control over the ancient demon's vision became more and more profound.

After some practice, Anle put on a white suit, took the Mochi and Qingshan, packed up his luggage, and left for the Spring Festival again.

Under the clear sky, the peach and apricot blossoms exuded their fragrance, and there were green trees on both sides of the road. The young man climbed up the stone steps and reached the literary courtyard.

There were no disturbances in the remaining two spring sessions. As far as Anle was concerned, the situation did not change much from the first session. On the first day, I did the questions normally, and in the next two days, I practiced cross-legged and visualized the sword waterfall.

I don't know if it's the spring atmosphere or some other reason. Anle was imagining the sword waterfall in the cabin, and I felt that my mind was so high that I almost felt like I had reached transcendental perfection.

When the spring period was completely over, Anle walked out of the dormitory with Qingshan Mochi on her waist.

The warm sun shone down from the gap between the peach blossoms in full bloom. Anle squinted his eyes and unconsciously felt a bit relieved.

Spring is too important for the whole world. It is the opportunity for a fish to leap over the dragon's gate. Everyone's nerves are tense. Now that it is finally over, there is a sense of relaxation and comfort like a fish jumping into the sea.

In twos and threes, the candidates left the liberal arts college together, got on the carriage, or went back to prepare a banquet to invite friends for a drink, or went to Zuixiang Pavilion to celebrate, or planned to go to Linhua Pavilion to savor the tenderness that gnawed at their bones.

However, for many candidates who want to enter the first-level ranking, the Spring Festival is not over yet, and there is still a test of cultivation.

The next day, Anle came with only his sword from Qingshan Mochi. When he entered the liberal arts college again, there was much less noise. The figures of the candidates were no longer as graceful as the previous few days.

As far as An Le can see, those who came to take the exam today are all practitioners, and they all have the energy of time rippling in their bodies.

The peace and happiness that had not collected the energy of the years for many days, without hesitation, absorbed it in one wave, and collected twenty strands into the account, and also blessed it in the [Eternal Talent] Tao Fruit column.

Recently, Anle has collected a few or two years of energy, all of which are added to the talents of the ages to enhance his own talents and potential.

Unknowingly, the age energy blessed by the [Eternal Talent] Dao Fruit has reached 82 strands, almost reaching 100 strands.

Anle was quite calm about this.

We arrived at a green lawn in the liberal arts college. As the last test of spring, it was specially set up for the assessment of practitioners. Naturally, all the people gathered here were practitioners.

Many practitioners may know each other and gather together to chat happily. These people are wearing Confucian shirts and seem to be very familiar with the academy.

"They are the geniuses on the literary and music rankings of the Academy of Arts, and they are destined to be among the top ranks of Jinshi."

Next to An Le, someone spoke hoarsely. He turned around and saw a young man wearing civilian clothes and carrying a big sword on his back. The man had the iron-blooded smell of a frontier warrior.

"Brother, you should be the famous An family in Lin'an, right?" The young man clasped his fists proudly and said.

Anle smiled and bowed in return: "Chongzhou Anle."

"Just by looking at the ink sword on your waist, you can basically guess the identity of the An family. I never thought that the An family would be so young. I heard that you defeated the Wang family and Wang Qinhe on the West Lake, and I was very excited when I heard about it."

The young man grinned, with a bit of fire in his eyes.

"I'm in Cangzhou, Han Shi. Nice to meet you." The young man said, cupping his fists.

Cangzhou...the area where Canglang River is located?

Someone from the military?

As if he had guessed what An Le was thinking, Han Shi said with a smile: "Indeed, I am Chunwei who participated with a quota in the army. I also hold out hope that I can break into the first rank of Jinshi. I will try in front of the hall to prove that I

There are also educated people in the army."

Anle smiled and thought this person was interesting, so he chatted with Han Shi.

"Those Confucian scholars on the Wenqu List of the Academy must have recognized you, but they deliberately ignored you. It is indeed reasonable for scholars to look down on each other since ancient times."

"The Confucian scholars in Wenqubang are very arrogant. I have heard about it in the military."

Han Shi glanced into the distance, and the literati and Confucian scholars who gathered together seemed to be isolated from Anle and Han Shi.

"The An family is famous in Lin'an. If they can pass this Spring Festival and defeat the An family, they will naturally become famous in one battle." Han Shi glanced at An Le, who looked relaxed, and said.

Anle didn't take it seriously: "If I am suppressed, it means that my skills are not as good as others. They are certainly qualified to become famous."

When Han Shi heard this, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Domineering and free-spirited, he is worthy of being an An family member who can beat up Wang Qinhe."

"Everyone should be familiar with the Wenqu List. It is a list compiled internally by the Academy of Literature. It means that those on the list hope to inspire literary spirit on the Wenqu Monument, which is quite impartial."

Hearing this, Anle couldn't help but curiously asked Han Shi about the Wenqu list and Wenqu stele.

Han Shi is also a bold and forthright person who knows everything and talks about everything.

The sun is rising.

"When——"

A crisp sound and the ringing of the bell represent the beginning of the last practice assessment in Chunwei.

On the grassy lawn, someone floated over. In addition to the official from the Ministry of Etiquette who was responsible for recording Chunwei's achievements, there was also an old man.

The old man was wearing a Confucian shirt, with his hands clasped behind his back. His body was full of scholarly aura, and his eyes were deep, as if they contained a sliver of starlight. Just standing there, he seemed to have a university education.

"Second Master."

The talented Confucian scholars on the literature and music list performed student rituals one after another.

Anle and Han Shi, as well as many practitioners from other places who came to take the exam, also bowed their hands.

There are three masters in the Academy of Literature, each of them is a great Confucian with a very high reputation, and they are all extremely powerful beings. They are as respected as the martial chiefs of the martial temple, and they are the pillars.

The second wife Pang Ji's eyes were kind and wise. He glanced around and finally landed on Anle. He was very interested in the young man who shouted the program of "Expelling the Huru and Restoring the Middle Earth" in the article.

Looking away, the second master Pang Ji smiled and said: "The three spring written examinations are over, and you only have today's cultivation test before you can take the examination in front of the palace."

"The last Spring Festival Cultivation Test was set up by the Martial Temple. This time it is set up by the Academy of Arts. I hope everyone will take it seriously."

After the Second Master finished speaking, he turned around and asked everyone to follow him.

Everyone followed the second master respectfully and silently, walking to the depths of the literary courtyard.

The students on the Wenqu list were all puzzled, because they discovered that this was in the direction of the Wenqu stele, a sacred relic of the Academy of Arts. Is it possible that this cultivation assessment is related to the Wenqu stele?

Sure enough, when I walked through the secluded path, my eyes suddenly opened up. With the peach trees on both sides pouring peach petals, I saw a dense bamboo forest where you could hear the waves of the sea in the wind. Deep in the bamboo forest, there was a pavilion that stood tall in the pavilion.

The wordless stone tablet.

The sun was shining, and the stone monument seemed to reflect the vast starlight like a dark night.

Anle looked at the stone tablet and felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility, as if he felt a surging literary force. The ink pool on his waist trembled slightly, as if he couldn't bear the roar.

"This is the Wenqu Monument... I didn't expect that I, Han Shi, would be able to see the Wenqu Monument of the Academy of Arts in my lifetime. It is an eye-opener. How many generals wanted to see the Wenqu Monument would be spit on by the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Arts.

The gathering river is blocked outside."

The Korean lion next to An Le was amazed, his eyes sparkling.

However, after watching it for a while, he lost interest: "It's not as domineering as Wu Kuishi from our Martial Temple."

As soon as he finished speaking, several Confucian scholars on the literature and music list beside him stared at him, as if they were looking through this disrespectful person with his words.

An Le smiled, but didn't say much. Speaking of domineering, Wu Kuishi was indeed not as domineering as Wu Kuishi. Wu Kuishi was watered by the essence and blood of the previous generations of Wu Kui, which was impressive, but the mystery of this Wenqu stele was more restrained.

"The Martial Arts Temple has the assessment rules of the Martial Arts Temple, and the Liberal Arts Academy follows the same."

"There is a bamboo forest in front of the Wenqu Monument, which is called Wenxin Sea. Crossing the Wenxin Sea and approaching the Wenqu Monument is the cultivation test. The ranking will be calculated based on the distance between you. Of course, whether you can finally enter the palace will be tested.

It must be combined with your literary test scores."

The second wife, Pang Ji, chuckled.

As soon as he finished speaking, uproar came from the mouths of the Confucian scholars on the literary and music list.

Wen Xin Lin is notoriously difficult to walk in. Once you enter the forest, the shadows of the bamboos are misty, and the test is to refine your mind. If your concentration is not enough, you may even get lost in the forest, making it difficult to walk.

But if you can interrogate the forest of the mind, the further you go in the forest of the mind, the more benefits you will get, and it will be of great help to the baptism and clarity of the mind.

There is a clear division of labor between the physical training in the martial arts temple and the spiritual training in the liberal arts academy.

Wenxinlin is the training ground of the Academy of Arts.

Therefore, the Wenxin Lin was used in the assessment this time, which indeed aroused the confusion and doubts of many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu List. After all, for them, the Walking Wenxin Lin had a big advantage, and everyone present had a great advantage.

Students of Wenqubang have all visited Xinlin and have detailed insights into the rhythm, route and even some details.

Isn’t this move by Master a proper direction?

"This is a decision I made after discussing it with the doctor and the third wife."

"Everyone, if you are ready, you can enter the forest at any time. The final ranking will be calculated based on the distance from where you stop to the Wenqu Monument."

The second master smiled kindly.

"Here."

The students on the literature and music list, as well as the candidates taking the exam from all over the country, all responded with clasped fists and bows.

Then each of them looked at the emerald green bamboo sea. The sun was shining from the blue sky, through the mottled bamboo leaves, and splashing gold on the ground.

All the students in Wenqubang were excited.

If the masters are so obviously biased, then naturally they cannot lose the reputation of the liberal arts academy.

One by one, the Wenqubang students, with their heads held high and their confidence high, stepped towards the bamboo forest, stood outside the bamboo forest, and began to release their minds and outline the route and plan for their upcoming walk in the forest.

However, they are still planning their route.

An extremely excited sword chant resounded from the side, and the shadow of an ink-colored sword flew out quickly, like an ink line suddenly drawn across a white paper. The sword energy was continuously swaying through the green bamboo branches and falling down.

Bamboo leaves spread into the Wenxin Forest.

Anle felt a little helpless and smiled apologetically at Han Shi beside him and the stunned Wenqubang students in the distance.

White clothes are better than snow, and green mountains are worn on the waist.

Step forward and wander into the depths of the secluded bamboo shadows.

This well-known An family member from Lin'an actually didn't even do any mental testing or route planning for Wen Xinlin.

The Confucian scholars who followed the list of literary and musical works were the first to enter the forest!

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