"Hey, beautiful article!"

Ji Changyue looked at the colorful auspicious clouds above the Gongyuan, which were as brilliant as brocade. She couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise. There was someone in the Gongyuan who could compare with Xie Wenyuan, a great master of literature and art. It was beyond Ji's imagination. Chang Yue's surprise.

Emperor Qian was also slightly moved and looked to the sky in surprise. This time the test was really about the gathering of eight immortals, each showing their magical powers.

In the examination room of Gongyuan, eight-year-old Fangyuan put down the pure fox pen in his hand, raised his head and glanced at the spiritual atmosphere under the sky, and couldn't help but think to himself.

"Although Xie Wenyuan is a great master of literature, I will not lose to him! His spirit is integrated into the words, and every word is bright, like a candle in the sky. The spirit of every word of my article is like a cluster of flowers, as brilliant as a brocade. It does not belong to him. Literary talent.”

Fangyuan's face was full of energy, and his brows were filled with the light of wisdom, and he seemed to be winning.

"Moreover, Xie Wenyuan participated in the examination this time in order to use his articles to persuade Emperor Qian. Although his literary talent is as good as mine, he will definitely not be liked by Emperor Qian. In this examination, I will definitely win the first prize and become the number one scholar. , There are nine thousand nobles in the world's aristocratic families, all of whom are mediocre in talent, so I must be the only one to be the most popular in the world's articles!"

Li Shenguang had a vague suspicion about Yang Qian's knowledge, and his demeanor became much more respectful. He was a true scholar-official, and he naturally admired people with profound knowledge and said respectfully.

"Your Majesty has a sharp eye, I admire you!"

Yang Qian looked at Fangyuan's beautiful article and frowned secretly. Fangyuan was a chess piece secretly cultivated by Meng Shenji. He might be the leader of Taishangdao in the future. If Fangyuan wins the championship in this conference, it will really make everyone Qian's face was dull, and he was thinking secretly in his heart.

"It seems that it would be better for Hong Yi to become the number one scholar. Xie Wenyuan represents a family of officials who participated in this examination in the hope that the imperial court would give up the New Deal and not implement the policy of paying grain to both officials and gentry. And Fangyuan is a descendant of Taishang Taoism, and also Although Hong Yi is unruly and daring because of his evil intentions, after all, he has no influence behind him and his background is relatively clean. Even if he becomes the number one scholar, it is acceptable!"

In Hong Yi's examination room, looking at the "Confucius said" son on the paper, Hong Yi smiled slightly, put his pen on the paper, and wrote the two words "every man"!

Then, he changed his pen and said, "One man can be a teacher for hundreds of generations, and one word can be a law for the world!"

The tone is majestic and vivid on the page. Suddenly, every word bursts out and shines brightly.

"A saint is a teacher for all generations. Every word and deed is the law of the world, and is respected and followed by future generations. This is a saint, this is the 'Confucius said', the holy way..."

After Hong Yi solved the problem by saying that "one man can be a teacher for hundreds of generations, and one word can be the law of the world", suddenly, literary thoughts surged, and he seemed to have grasped the spirit of the ancient "philosophers", their momentum! Their greatness!

A teacher of all ages, every word and deed is a law respected by the world.

How else can one use such a language to admire him? To worship him?

While writing and writing, Hong Yi's spirit felt his understanding and respect for the holy way of the ancient "philosophers". His spiritual temperament and various thoughts were slowly condensed and did not spread out.

However, gradually, gradually, the words in his writing were flying, and every word seemed to resonate with the "students" worshiping in the temple.

Every time Hong Yi wrote a word, it was like a spiritual baptism for his soul thoughts, and he fell into an extremely subtle state. Although his own hands were writing the article, it seemed that all the saints were writing it. Telling himself about his holy path, he was just a recorder watching from the sidelines. Suddenly, he felt that his article seemed to be coming to an end, and he suddenly picked up the pen.

Boom! A huge and unparalleled energy suddenly rushed into the sky!

The moment Hong Yi finished writing, buzzing, buzzing, the tablets and statues of the "Confucius" enshrined in the temple began to tremble violently! The trembling sound resounded throughout the Gongyuan.

Yang Qian frowned and looked at the statues of the philosophers opposite, and cast his eyes towards the place of origin. Looking at the smiling saints standing on the bridge on the other side, he couldn't help but complain, these medieval scholars fought for Hong Yi, the last emperor. The saint Yi Zi really spared no effort to instill his remaining spiritual will into Hong Yi through the resonance of his articles, told him the knowledge of the Tao, and helped him write the article "A Hundred Saints Can Ming Together", which is truly the best in the world. The most competent atmosphere team used his status as a saint as a stepping stone for Hong Yi and promoted him to the position of sub-sage.

Yang Qian secretly complained about the hundreds of saints from the Middle Ages. They have been dead for many years, and they are still stirring up troubles. They want to make Confucianism the most prominent school in the world, and even suppress the imperial power. It is really annoying, if it is not the other side. Above the Golden Bridge are all the remaining shadows of the spirit and will of the disciples. He must teach them a lesson so that they can calm down and not meddle in this world carelessly.

However, no matter what happened, this article "Hundred Saints Qi Ming" was written by Hong Yi's hand and had attracted everyone's attention. It was difficult for him to tell the hidden truth and he shook his head helplessly.

"A hundred saints are singing together! How is it possible! Whose article is this? It is in line with the holy way! That will lead to a hundred saints singing together! What kind of article is this? I want to see it!"

Li Shenguang suddenly raised his head, stared into the sky and saw the huge Wen Qi that bloomed with thousands of rays of light, and exclaimed in disbelief.

In the examination room, Hong Xuanji, who was sitting peacefully, suddenly stood up and looked through the room, staring at the Wen Qi spirit in the void, with a look of disbelief on his face.

At the same time, on Fenghua Tower in the distance, Emperor Qian Yang Pan and Ji Changyue were suddenly shocked. They stood up and looked in the direction of Gongyuan.

"Hundred saints chant together! Whose article is this? Impossible, impossible! These statues of gods have been worshiped for generations and have a trace of divine power. Although they have no consciousness, they have their own reasons. Only the spirit of the article is close to the truth. Only by understanding the holy way can it resonate with them!"

Fangyuan stopped writing, lost his mind, and almost dropped a drop of ink on the test paper. Fortunately, he caught it with his hand. However, his literary thoughts had been interrupted, and it was difficult to write a beautiful article.

"How is it possible for a hundred saints to sing together? How is this possible? Such a situation will never happen! In all dynasties and imperial examinations, such a situation has only occurred if the writing style is extremely pure and the cultivation is extremely profound. All of them are great Confucian saints. With their powerful Only with a spirit that resonates with the holy way can one be recognized by the Hundred Saints! Anyone who is recognized by the Hundred Saints, even the emperor has to admit that he is the number one scholar in the new science! Who is it? How can there be such a person in the world? The energy and spirit are gathered in the words, causing hundreds of saints to sing in unison..."

Fangyuan's young face was full of disbelief, gnashing her teeth, with a ferocious look on her face, filled with resentment and deep jealousy, as if her beloved thing had been taken away.
Chapter completed!