This big exam, after two hours, finally came to a glorious end under the attention of everyone.
The candidates walked out of the examination room one after another. Some were dancing and full of joy, while some were frowning and sighing.
When I walked outside the examination room, I saw a group of examiners kneeling on the ground, reciting something very piously and silently.
These candidates all looked confused. What happened here? When did the examiner kneel down to greet the candidates?
During the exam, these candidates were so focused that they had no idea what was happening outside the window.
The vision has long since dissipated, and there is only one sun shining in the sky. The sky is full of light, illuminating the universe.
"It's Su Dingfang from Mingyang Academy, a great literary figure of the generation!"
"It's Zhou Bowen from Yongfeng Academy, a saint in the literary world."
"It's Qiantang prodigy Zhang Yutang, the teacher of saints in our Song Dynasty."
The last ones who walked out of the examination room were Su Dingfang, Zhou Bowen, and Zhang Yutang. The three of them were well-dressed and elegant. They walked out of the examination room slowly with elegant steps.
Su Dingfang and Zhou Bowen are already fifteen years old. They have tall and straight figures, with jade trees facing the wind, and their bookish aura, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling of transcendence.
Zhang Yutang is eight years old, and he looks like a golden boy walking out of a painting. He smiles softly, with bright eyes and white teeth.
As soon as he walked out, everyone was paying attention.
He stood in front of those thousands of people, a god-like young man who exuded great glory.
"I now announce the top three in the college entrance examination. The first place is Zhang Yutang, the second place is Zhou Bowen, and the third place is Su Dingfang."
Chen Lun and a group of Confucian scholars stood up and looked at Zhang Yutang with a smile on his face. He knew that he could no longer deal with Zhang Yutang. He only hoped that Zhang Yutang would have a broad mind and be able to forgive his son for the mistakes he had made.
"It's actually him!"
Looking at Zhang Yutang surrounded by the crowd, Mr. Chen's face was twisted with horror, and he thought to himself:
"You make me immortal, and I will make you disappear into ashes. Do you think you are great if you can write good articles? You are a useless scholar. I will make you die in disgrace when you are at your most glorious."
No longer looking at the carefree and free-spirited Zhang Yutang, Mr. Chen walked away with a livid face.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhang."
"Congratulations, congratulations!"
Zhou Bowen and Su Ding congratulated Zhang Yutang for coming out on top with a smile, and then distanced themselves from Zhang Yutang, allowing some fanatical scholars and Confucianists to approach Zhang Yutang.
"There have been talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. In this world of literature for hundreds of years, Zhang Yutang will be the one to lead the way."
Zhou Bowen smiled calmly and walked away without any trace of jealousy. As he walked, he sang: "The heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To others, it is called Haoran."
, Pei Hu Se Cang Ming. The imperial road should be clear to Yi, Han and Tu Ming Ting. When the time is poor, we can see it, and we can draw pictures one by one..."
Singing loudly and grandly all the way, I strode away without missing any glory.
Zhang Yutang was shocked: "Zhengqi Ge, could it be that he also came through time travel? It shouldn't be the case. If he came through time travel, he should know that I am also a time traveler."
"Perhaps every scholar with a righteous heart will be able to comprehend the songs of righteousness in the end. Or maybe it's just a coincidence that two similar flowers bloom in different worlds."
Zhang Yutang also smiled and got rid of these Confucian scholars, took Li Yong and Abao, and ran towards home like flying: "Isn't it just a long poem or an article? How can it be so crazy?"
"Aren't you acting too low-key? Alas, but you are finally honoring your ancestors."
Thinking about the instructions given to him by Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang when he went out, Zhang Yutang took a long breath and murmured to himself:
"A man should be a great man in the world. If he is not low-key, he will be low-key. It is exciting to be proud and proud. It is also an exciting thing. I behave like a sneaky and shameless thief."
"The young master is back!"
There was a huge crowd of people in front of Zhang Mansion. From a distance, they saw Mr. Zhang coming leisurely and shouted, which spread throughout the surroundings:
"Set off firecrackers to welcome the young master back home!"
Rumble————
The sound shook the sky, the crackling sound of firecrackers stirred in the sky, and thin white smoke rose and spread in all directions.
Outside Member Zhang, Mrs. Zhang had tears in her eyes. Looking at Zhang Yutang, she felt so excited that she couldn't help herself.
This moment is a glorious moment for the ancestors and the family.
This moment was something Zhang Yuanwai could not even dream of.
The teacher of saints, the teacher of literary and moral saints.
This man is his own son, and every word he writes contains the truth of the great truth. Everything he writes, every sentence he writes is recognized by the ancient sages, and shines brightly in the sky forever.
All the glory comes at this moment.
"The young master is the reincarnation of a saint."
"It's Wenquxing who descends to earth."
"I will definitely be able to rise to prominence in the future and become the number one scholar in high school."
"I have long seen how extraordinary the young master is."
"A song about butterflies in love with flowers, a song about Jiuquanzi, a song about water melody, each of them is a masterpiece."
"As soon as the young master's Butterfly Love Flower comes out, there will be no more Butterfly Love Flower in the world. As soon as the water-melody song comes out, the Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics are all useless."
In front of the gate, there was a lot of discussion and hustle and bustle.
"Dad, mother, I'm back."
Seeing Zhang Yuanwai's excited eyes filled with tears, Zhang Yutang felt sour in his heart. It turned out that getting good grades on his own was such a great comfort to the old man.
They never ask, they support silently, they care attentively, they ask for help, everything they do is for their children.
As children, they only need to achieve a few results to make them happy for a long time, and even laugh a lot.
Their hope is that simple.
Parents all over the world are so kind, tolerant, loving, and proud of their children.
Looking at her golden boy-like son in front of her, Mrs. Zhang hugged Zhang Yutang's head, tears filling her eyes:
"Good boy, good boy, my mother saw the vision in the sky. The text contained the Tao, and hundreds of saints chanted in unison. I heard your father say that it was a rare sight of a saint in thousands of years."
"Mother!"
Feeling Mrs. Zhang's excitement, Zhang Yutang gently snuggled next to her, enjoying the deepest mother's love and father's love in the world.
Mother's love is like the sea and father's love is like a mountain. They are the greatest friendship in this rolling world and an emotion that transcends all.
"Good boy, good boy." Zhang Yuanwai was smiling from ear to ear, and the corners of his mouth were trembling with excitement: "Let's go home. This is a good thing. We should celebrate it and we shouldn't cry."
"Well, on such a happy day, you shouldn't shed tears."
Mrs. Zhang wiped away the tears from her eyes, held Zhang Yutang's hand, and walked slowly toward the yard. Countless people behind her looked up, full of envy, admiration, and blessings.
The world is at peace, and saints are born to educate the world.
After the two people left, Zhang Yuanwai looked at the sea of people at the door and said happily: "Today my son won the first place in the high school entrance examination. Our Zhang family is willing to set up 100 tables of running water banquets to celebrate. I hope all the fellow villagers can support him."
Young Master Chen returned to his room and listened to the noisy praises outside the room. He felt it was very harsh and his heart beat convulsively. He clenched his fists hard and his eyes were bloodshot and red:
"You can indulge as much as you want. After tonight, you will never have a chance again."
With a sneer, he took out a puppet from his sleeve. The puppet looked like a ghost, holding a steel fork in his hand, and had a ferocious face.
He stroked the puppet gently, and wisps of black energy emanated from it.
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