The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping.
Zhang Yutang, Doctor Xu, and Xu Xian had just experienced a big change. Their hearts were turbulent and they could not sleep, so they sat in the yard and talked to the moon.
A glass of wine, a few laughs, and the night passed slowly.
The rising sun is rising, and its bright red light illuminates the earth.
Xu Jiaorong had already been here, her eyes were red, she said a lot of sad words, and then went back to sleep. At this time, it was getting bright, so she went to the kitchen to get food and brought it over.
"Sir, father, brother, you should eat first and take good care of yourself. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years. I believe that my brother will be able to do this for the Security Hall."
"Um."
Doctor Xu smiled and said:
"I am almost half dead. I have figured out the future matters, so I will let you young people do it on your own. I will just enjoy a few years of peace and happiness."
After what happened last night, Dr. Xu thought a lot, as if he had an epiphany, his mind was wide open, and he looked down on everything.
After several people had eaten, Doctor Xu stood up, his sleeves fluttering:
"I'll find people to rebuild the security hall. You can do whatever you need to do."
Seeing Dr. Xu leaving calmly, Xu Jiaorong was a little worried:
"If dad leaves like this, will anything happen to him?"
"No."
Zhang Yutang said:
"Uncle Xu has experienced life and death several times. He has seen through the world of mortals and let go of everything. He has attained enlightenment."
Stand up:
"The conference of the best talents in the world is about to begin, let's get going."
"Walk!"
Xu Xian, Xu Jiaorong, Li Yong, and Abao followed, walking in groups towards the venue of the Talents Conference.
This gathering of the best talents in the world was commissioned by the current Emperor of the People, and it was very lively. Along the way, there were constant shouts and shouts, and all kinds of novel objects were dazzling and beautiful.
Not long after, a few people arrived at the venue. The venue was very simple, but they saw three tables in the middle, and dozens of tables in front of the three tables.
On each table, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are placed neatly and meticulously.
Zhang Yutang looked up and saw several acquaintances sitting on the table in the middle. They were Wang Zelong, the prefect of Hangzhou, Zhou Bowen, the great sage, and Su Dingfang, the master of literature and Taoism. Among them, Su Dingfang was said to have become the ninth-grade county magistrate, with a bright future.
In addition to these people, there are also three white-haired erudite old scholars. Zhang Yutang's wise eyes can clearly see that above the heads of the three old men, there are channels of light and white energy, like a long river, running through the sky in a mighty way.
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These pure white auras are the aura of literary sages. Only those who have thoroughly read the principles in the book, acted upright throughout their lives, and never done anything shameful in the dark room can form this majestic aura of sages.
Such people have already mastered the arts and spirituality, and may have mastered Confucian supernatural powers.
Zhang Yutang's heart tightened, but he didn't dare to ignore it, so he walked forward with a faint smile.
When several people saw Zhang Yutang leaving, they all came forward to greet them. Even the three old men with bright heads and poor scriptures were no exception. They all stood up and saluted:
"I've seen the Holy Master!"
Zhang Yutang hurriedly returned the courtesy and said:
"Those three wise men are poor in scriptures, they are all upright, but they have little talent and little virtue. How dare they accept such a great gift?"
One of the old men said:
"The Holy Master is young and has already read all the Confucian classics. His literary spirit is self-generated and he can carry forward the Dao. He is the teacher of saints in the hearts of scholars all over the world. We, the scholars, are the ones who are the first to master, so we should naturally respect the Holy Master."
Zhang Yutang smiled and said:
"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it."
As everyone sat down at the main seat, they originally planned to sit aside, but everyone didn't agree and had to take the main seat to finish the work.
The seven of them are all famous scholars in the world. Hongru can naturally preside over this gathering of the best talents in the world. Shortly after sitting down, he announced:
"The conference of the best talents in the world is about to begin. Talents selected from all over the world, please take your seats."
Xu Xian, Mei Laifeng, Young Master Yu Menglong, Qi Sheng, Yao Gong, Qin Jue and others took their seats one after another.
Only Painting Saint Future made Zhang Yutang sigh inwardly:
"The Saint of Painting is a man who always keeps his word. At this time, he must have gone into hiding and practiced hard in painting."
"This conference is in response to the emperor's order to select the best literary talents in the world. There are two topics."
"For the first question, you can use it freely and write a popular poem."
"The second topic has already spread throughout the world, which is to write casual articles about heaven and earth, morality, yin and yang, and men and women."
"The one who does the best on both questions will be the first in this competition of the best talents in the world."
"There is only one stick of incense in time. After one stick of incense, no matter whether it is completed or not, it must be over. The test paper will be handed over to the seven judges to distinguish the good and bad."
"Does anyone have any comments? If not, I will announce the official start of the Talents Conference."
The talented people sat on their seats and said:
"We have no objection."
"Okay then, light the incense and let's get started!"
A stick of incense is placed right in front of you, letting people light it, and the curls of incense rise into the sky, creating clouds and mist.
Yu Menglong looked at Xu Xian on the side and secretly said:
"This time, I will let you end in despair. The only person who is truly number one in the world is me, Yu Menglong."
After pondering for a moment, Yu Menglong took up his pen and started writing. A long word came out, and he activated his own magic skills and stirred up the five elements of heaven and earth, and they came out one after another.
Colorful and brilliant as a dream.
"See another vision of heaven and earth?"
"The world's literary fortune is ten percent, and nine percent has entered Qiantang."
"A holy place for literati, it has not changed for hundreds of years."
"Yesterday the sky was stained with purple energy, and today the five virtues gathered together. It is indeed our emperor's martial arts that shocked the past and the present, and that is why so many famous people were born one after another."
Zhang Yutang smiled coldly:
"This is a holy place for examinations. How can I allow you to cheat and pass?"
A talisman rose quietly into the sky, turning into a stream of colors, causing the literary energy from all directions to surge in, forming a colorful auspicious cloud that covered Xu Xian's head. Among the colorful auspicious clouds, a purple rainbow reached the sky and the earth, diluting the colorful five elements essence.
Yu Menglong groaned and his eyes flashed:
"I know almost all the monks in Qiantang. I am the only one who can practice to the state of soul traveling in the day and taking possession of the body. Could it be that I misunderstood that the holy master has also reached this state."
"I don't care if you are here or not. Even if your soul is extremely powerful, it cannot be used in this overwhelming literary energy. If I want to kill you, I only need to call in soldiers to kill you."
"In this world, I only need to be strong. When the time comes, the number one scholar in both civil and military fields will fall into my arms. What else will you do?" Facing Zhang Yutang, who was stronger than him, Yu Menglong not only had no fear, but was full of fighting spirit.
If I want to kill Zhang Yutang by any means, I am the only one who wants to do it.
"After I finish writing poems, I will write beautiful articles that will surpass Xu Xian. I'll see how you can make him come out on top.'
With a sneer, Yu Menglong wrote out the manuscript he had prepared earlier.
As soon as a word fell off the paper, the rays of light were born. In the infinite rays of light, the shadow of a literary saint stepped on the auspicious clouds and rolled in. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)