The appearance of a strange place plunged everyone inside and outside the examination room into an unprecedented shock.
Since the birth of Wenli, only scholars have been able to prove the path of Wenli, and among them, the powerful mind power is a branch that was gradually developed later.
There is also an unwritten rule here. If you want to obtain telepathy, you can almost only use your literary power to practice poetry, and only those with excellent aptitude can do it.
This means that without systematic study of literary skills and proficient use of them, it is almost impossible to generate telekinesis, and it is impossible for such strange phenomena to appear in the college examination room.
This made everyone feel shocked and confused, and even more curious about who could generate telekinesis and use it to such a great extent in an instant.
All the officials in the north building were equally puzzled, and they all agreed to ask how Song Mu got his telepathy.
At this moment, there was an additional pair of eyes on the north building, scanning the examination room for the first time.
Mr. Feng Ming’s decadent eyes suddenly gained a bit of color without knowing when.
At the same time, Song Mu in the examination room finally slowly opened his eyes.
The moment his eyes became clear, the strange world that was restrained around Song Mu suddenly disappeared.
Song Mu felt that his whole head was extremely clear at this moment, and his thoughts unconsciously spread to the examination room, what the people around him were doing, and even the heartbeats of candidates in the recent examination rooms, the sound of writing brushes,
They all feel it clearly.
Song Mu also wanted to make everything clearer, but found that the words on the papers could not be clearly seen. There seemed to be a hazy atmosphere on the papers, blocking his telekinesis.
Song Mu was slightly surprised, knowing that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone distributed by the examination college must have its own uniqueness, so he immediately gave up the idea of exploring it further.
The whirlpool of telepathy in Song Mu's mind was rapidly consuming, and this continued for a while. After Song Mu realized that his telepathy could detect anything within a range of about fifty meters, he hurriedly stopped his telekinesis.
Then Song Mu looked at the article and poem written in front of him and examined it with great concentration, completely unaware of what he had just done in the examination hall.
When a large amount of Wen Xing's green light entered the body, Song Mu had only one thought in his mind, which was to let his mental power break through.
In order to achieve this, Song Mu can be said to be concentrating on promoting the movement of the entire mental vortex at all times. Although he can feel that his poems may have triggered other things, he cannot control it at all for a while.
Now that I opened my eyes, I saw that the surroundings were very peaceful. Except for the soldier in front of me, who looked a little surprised at me, everything else was as usual.
Anyway, he was stared at by a soldier like this yesterday. Song Mu didn't take it to heart and just carefully checked his articles.
The sun was now close to unitary hour, and the second exam was also at dusk. Song Mu had already finished writing the article, and he didn't feel that anything had gone wrong. He couldn't stay in the exam room any longer, so he beckoned to hand in the paper.
After coming out of the examination room, Song Mu also came to the examination room of the examination hall again. Today, a lot of people have gathered here. I think there is too much time on the second day. After everyone arrived, they also came here.
wait.
The candidates who came here are all candidates who have successfully gathered their literary skills. All of them are at the level of scholar. And those who are still writing furiously in the examination room are probably making their final efforts at this moment.
Song Mu walked by and saw that there was no place to sit in the examination booth. After standing there for a while, Song Mu felt a little hot and had a faint odor on his body again, so he took a look at the person next to the examination booth.
There was shade of trees and shrubs at the corner. Song Mu couldn't care less at the moment, so he picked up his robe and sat down over there.
Sitting on the ground, Song Mu also looked around. Most of the scholars here were in their twenties and thirties, and occasionally there was a forty-year-old among them. However, Song Mu did not see any classmates from Shiyang County.
in.
At this moment, all of these people had happy faces, and most of their eyebrows were filled with celebrations, and they were even discussing loudly how to congratulate them tonight.
If it weren't for the fact that this was an important place for examinations and these people maintained their identities, they would have even told the truth about looking for flowers and asking for help.
However, despite this, everyone was making some noise, and the soldiers on duty nearby also stepped forward and suppressed him several times.
Song Mu let out a long breath and was lying half-back under the tree. The heat coming from the ground was baking his back, but Song Mu's eyes were looking through the leaves at the blue sky above his head.
It has been nearly two months since I came to this world. In these two months, I have experienced countless things, and I have persisted just to be admitted as a scholar.
With literary power surging in his body and clear thoughts running in his mind, Song Mu knew that he had taken the first step in this world.
It was like a stone was dropped in his heart, Song Mu felt that he had reached a promise.
The road in front of us suddenly widened, and it seemed that there were opportunities everywhere.
The last time I experienced this feeling was when I received the university admission notice after the college entrance examination.
This gentle breeze and warm sun make people feel peaceful and comfortable. In fact, this world also has its own mysteries.
Song Mu smiled and closed his eyes, trying his best to feel everything at the moment.
Perhaps Song Mu's movement of lying on his back was a bit rude and unseemly. Several soldiers on duty here also looked at him repeatedly, but Song Mu was inconspicuous in the corner, and because of Song Mu's status as a scholar, he was hesitant to do so.
Dare to step forward.
When the scholar next to him saw this, he immediately looked stern, with a bit of displeasure on his face.
He and two or three friends immediately pointed at Song Mu, who was tall and thin with his chin raised high. When Song Mu appeared in the examination room just now, they had already noticed this tall, but too young man.
He was so young, but he was not a famous figure that he knew in his mind. After a few gentle discussions, they came to a conclusion.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! That is to say, this young man must not have written well. Maybe he just happened to be a scholar.
But now that you are a scholar, you should behave like a scholar, instead of being in such a state, being lazy and unseemly.
The tall and lanky scholar exchanged glances with his friend for a few moments, and then walked towards Song Mu.
At this time, other people in the examination booth looked over, including some who knew Song Mu by chance. Seeing this situation, they did not take any action.
Some other scholars who also didn't recognize Song Mu's face turned their heads and looked at him, with a hint of watching a show on their faces.
Song Mu was still closing his eyes and feeling the strong literary energy in his body. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching. He turned on his telepathy and saw a scholar walking over. He immediately opened his eyes.
"Your Excellency, this is the center of the examination room. I see that you are not physically disabled, so you don't need to sit on the floor like this, right?"
As soon as Song Mu opened his eyes, he heard the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks say this. He looked surprised at the moment and couldn't help but frown.
Whenever you find a place to sit by yourself, someone will come up and say a few words.
Song Mu sat up straight and looked at the other person again, pursed his lips slightly, and then just replied softly.
"Have you heard a story?"
"Huh? What story?" The scholar paused, looked at Song Mu and asked.
"Mencius wanted to divorce his wife."
After saying that, Song Mu lowered his eyes and continued to sit upright, paying no attention to this guy.
As soon as he finished speaking, the scholar's face suddenly became angry and a little angry.
But when the words came to his lips, the scholar swallowed them alive.
This sentence by Song Mu is not unreasonable. It is an allusion to Mencius. Mencius went home one day and saw that his wife was not sitting upright and disrespectful, so he threatened to divorce her.
But Mother Meng asked Mencius, "Did you knock on the door before you came in?" Mencius shook his head, knowing that he was being rude first, and gave up the idea of divorcing his wife.
This is actually just an example of procedural justice, but the reason is very simple. Whoever is rude first has no right to accuse others of being rude.
As for the talented people like me just now, none of them were full of arrogance, noisy and unbecoming of a scholar.
Therefore, the scholar was stunned and suddenly speechless.
But this man wasn't timid either. This time, he had an awkward smile on his face, and his eyes didn't even blink. He just stared at Song Mu and spoke immediately.
"I say, Your Excellency, you are already a scholar, but you should pay attention to your image. Otherwise, how will you behave if adults see you?"
Seeing that the other party was still unwilling to give up, Song Mu also let out a deep breath, and then said something calmly.
"oh."
"Huh?" After hearing this, the man was a little confused. He frowned and looked at Song Mu and asked.
But Song Mu just pursed his lips and shrugged, with no intention of answering the other party's question.
This guy suddenly felt like he was being challenged, and when he saw all his friends looking at him, he spoke again.
"Sir, I am just kindly reminding you why you are so ungrateful."
Song Mu still ignored the other party and just turned a deaf ear.
When the man saw this, he gritted his teeth and refused to turn away, so he raised his hand and asked.
"I don't know your name, but I, Liu Jianyu, learned a lesson today."
Hearing the other party ask this, Song Mu immediately let out a deep breath, then stood up and spoke uprightly with his hands raised.
"I, Song Mu."
The voice was not loud, but everyone in the venue heard it, and when they heard the name, almost everyone was stunned for a moment.
Because of this name, everyone is familiar with it, and now it is famous in Jizhou Prefecture.
That Song Mu who wrote two immortal poems in a row!
Even the great scholars were full of praise!
Everyone was slightly startled, but their eyes gradually focused on the tall young man sitting on the steps.
Even the sounds that the soldiers had been unable to suppress before completely disappeared at this moment.
Liu Jianyu also had a lump in his throat.
But soon, they suddenly looked towards the sky.
At this moment, a brilliant neon light flew from the sky.