Song Mu walked to the gate of the Fu School and bowed to Fan Tixue together with a group of students from Shiyang County.
Fan Tixue smiled, stroked his beard, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, okay, Song Mu, you are the leader of the court examination. In the future, you will also represent the literati of Jizhou Prefecture to achieve better results."
"Song Mu will definitely stick his neck out for this!"
Song Mu said, and Fan Tixue also smiled, exchanged glances with everyone, and immediately stepped aside.
The clerk next to him had already spoken.
"Enter a government school and be baptized by literary stars!"
Song Mu and others adjusted their robes one after another and entered slowly.
When he walked to the gate of the academy, Song Mu could clearly see the test papers for the top three students in the academy examination on both sides of the red list.
Song Mu also saw the poetry paper he had written, and the poetry papers were all on top of it. At this moment, he also smiled knowingly, and walked towards the government school seriously.
As Song Mu walked in, students from Jizhou Fucheng had also lined up to enter. They also looked at the papers on both sides when passing the red list. At this time, one person suddenly let out a voice of doubt.
"Huh? Why are there only two pages of this strategy volume on display?"
One person spoke, and the others also paid attention at this time. They all looked a little surprised when they saw that there were indeed only two policy articles on the board, and the other was just a piece of white paper with Song Mu's name written on it.
Startled.
However, a few people didn't have time to study it carefully, so they could only walk inside.
One after another, several more teams of scholars entered, and some people discovered this clue and were quite puzzled.
And when all the talented people on the list were admitted to the Fu Xue, then these articles were pushed out and began to be displayed in front of the Fu Xue.
Countless common people and students rushed to look up. At the moment, some people were reading loudly, and everyone looked a little excited.
"These poems are so well written!"
"The article is good, have you seen the red mark? The chapter on the classics and meanings at the beginning of this case is really well used at the end."
"Hey, what's going on? There are only two policy papers?"
"One piece is missing. The case leader is famous, but the strategy volume is not there!"
Those with sharp eyes immediately noticed something unusual and saw the sticker with only Song Mu's name written on it.
Seeing this, these people suddenly took a breath of cold air, because they suddenly discovered an astonishing fact.
That is, among the several subject papers just shown, the first volume in the classics and meanings volume is Song Mu, the first volume in the poetry volume is Song Mu, and the first volume in the policy theory volume is also Song Mu!
Three articles tied for first place!
Looking at the other articles, the second and third place papers in the college examination are also on it, but there are also five or six papers in several subjects.
Only Song Mu ranked first in all three volumes.
This discovery immediately shocked everyone. The handsome young man just now actually won the first place so boldly.
At the same time, some people are making judgments.
"Everyone, when the Half-Saint came that day, he must have come to find Song Mu, right?"
Some people made such a guess, others nodded, and some others agreed.
"That's right. Look at the poem just now. The Yangtze River is rolling in one sentence. Isn't it borrowed from Du Fu's "Ascend the High"?"
"Brother, you are right. "Ascend the High" is the first of the seven-character rhymed poems. This poem is no small matter. It can be regarded as something better than the previous one. No wonder the Half-Saint is here!"
Everyone was chattering, and their hearts were even more agitated at this moment. Their eyes were scanning the poems, and some people with quick eyesight and quick hands had already copied down a few poems, and they were spread around in an instant.
Fan Tixue, who was standing at the entrance of the mansion, was talking to Ouyang Hong next to him.
"Song Mu rejected Du Sheng's solicitation. This matter was really impulsive."
Fan Tixue said something, and Ouyang Hong next to him just bowed his head and remained silent.
Although Ouyang Hong didn't know why Song Mu made that decision, Ouyang Hong held a neutral attitude towards it.
It's a good thing that Song Mu has his own ideas. There are many roads in this world, and it doesn't mean that everything will be fine if you follow the poetry sect. After all, once you step into those poetry sects, your identity will be stamped from then on.
After all, Song Mu is a descendant of a rich family. Ouyang Hong knows the character and vision of this family and is the best able to understand his choice.
"But that's all. Even if he doesn't join the Poetry Sect, Song Mu will definitely be able to find a path in the future."
Fan Tixue just sighed and then waved his hand.
But he looked up at Ouyang Hong again, and at this moment he spoke seriously.
"How is Song Mu's temperament on weekdays? Please tell me a few more words."
Hearing what Fan Zhengxiong said, Ouyang Hong also looked stern. He thought that Song Mu had fallen into Fan Tixue's eyes. He was excited and hurriedly explained.
Ouyang Hong and others were chatting at the gate of the mansion, while Song Mu and others had already walked into the mansion at this moment.
There is actually an altar here, but it is not as tall as the one in the Kao Yuan. There are also statues of Kong Sheng and Zhang Sheng standing on the altar, and at the highest point of the altar, there is an old man standing at this moment.
That was the sacrificial officer who appeared in the exam hall that day and was also the guardian of Wenxing.
At this time, a clerk stepped forward and led Song Mu and other students from Shiyang County to the altar. Song Mu stepped onto the altar for the first time and found that the altar was actually made of white marble, with simple carvings on it.
pattern.
With every step he took, Song Mu could feel the solemnity of the altar.
When Song Mu and the other twelve people climbed up to the high point of the altar, they raised their heads. Song Mu's eyes met the old man wearing gorgeous sacrificial clothes.
The other party's eyes were clear, and Song Mu felt the old man's deep sense of relief.
"Everyone, if you have time to burn incense, sit cross-legged on the spot."
The old man said in a calm and rich tone. Song Mu and others looked at each other and sat down cross-legged.
The old man had turned around at this moment, and at the height of the altar, the copper box containing the literary star was placed upright on it.
The old man slowly stretched out his hand, and a burst of literary power poured into the copper box. This time, everyone could truly see the original appearance of this literary star.
A stone that is pitch black and riddled with holes looks ordinary.
"Close your eyes and concentrate, stick to your Dantian. Remember, when the green light enters your body, just let it take its own course."
The old man said again in a calm tone, and everyone responded one after another, and then all of them closed their eyes and concentrated.
The old man's fingers once again released a trace of literary power, which penetrated into the literary star, and the next moment a flickering light burst out from it.
This burnt black stone became exquisitely clear in the blink of an eye, emitting bursts of cyan light.
The green light rippled away, but it did not spread out as violently as before. Instead, it slowly divided into a dozen strands and fell into the bodies of Song Mu and others like water.
Green light entered his body, and Song Mu immediately felt the literary energy surging around him.
And Song Mu didn't even need to do anything. The literary power in his body started to operate as if it had found a switch. In just a moment, it began to swim around Song Mu.
The method of operation taught in the "Wenli" chapter was easily driven by this Wenxing at this moment.
Not long after, this green light began to guide a large amount of literary energy into Song Mu's body.
The huge amount of literary talent is almost equivalent to a poem about the Five Dou of Talents.
Song Mu was slightly shaken, but he immediately calmed down and carefully controlled Wen Qi to enter his Dantian, and then slowly transformed it into Wen Li with the help of Qing Mang.
In the blink of an eye, the time of burning incense has passed, and the old man on the altar has withdrawn his power, but at this moment his eyes are looking at Song Mu, who is still sitting cross-legged.
"A first-class scholar, very good."
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