Ten days have passed since the county examination results were released, and the lively scene at the beginning has long been reduced to a few topics for people to talk about after dinner, and the person most often mentioned in these chats is naturally Huiyuan of Jinke, Mr. Lin of Linlu Mountain.
There was one in the third year of Huiyuan, which is actually not a big deal. But there were two "super" and one "excellent" Huiyuan in three subjects, not to mention Zhaoyang County, this was the first time in the entire Chu Kingdom!
Because the subject "Jingyi" could not be rated as "super" in the first place, this result is already the highest theoretical level. This result not only shocked Zhaoyang County, but even the imperial court. The Ministry of Rites specially sent several
A group of famous Confucian scholars came to review his papers - they were all senior literary figures. Even if he was the son of an official from the Ministry of Rites, he would not receive any extra preferential treatment.
But after this review, several old gentlemen were stunned.
The subject of Jingyi is nothing more than being able to accurately memorize the original texts of the sages and the classic interpretations of past dynasties, and being able to organize and edit several sets of interpretations so that they are perfectly combined. This is something that several old gentlemen can do themselves.
When I got it, I can only say that I was surprised, but not stunned.
But in the two subjects of Poetry and Policy, Lin Lushan's papers were of such a high level that even the leading figures in the literary circles of the Chu Kingdom were overshadowed by them!
There are such poems in the world?! There are such articles!!
Several old gentlemen who were planning to catch fraud looked at me and I looked at you, and after some summing up, they finally wrote to the court, clearly admitting that "the other person's writing is beyond the ordinary, and deserves the word 'super'!"
This evaluation immediately shocked the entire Chu Kingdom. Even before Lin Lushan set out to take part in the Beijing Examination, the bosses of several factions in the capital were already gearing up to recruit this most outstanding talent since the founding of the Chu Kingdom.
Under the door.
Doctor Lin from the Ministry of Rites, who had been working diligently for several years, took leave for the first time. The couple hurried back to their hometown to visit their son - or in other words, they went to worship their ancestors. In Uncle Lin's view, his son suddenly started to
I got the idea, this is of course the guidance of the flower fairy girl, but more importantly, it must be the blessing of my ancestors!
Well, as long as there is a good thing, the greatest credit must come from the ancestors. This kind of thinking is just like many people on the earth who will first thank their motherland when they achieve something.
It doesn’t matter whether others believe it or not, as long as he believes it himself.
When they learned that their son had not only been inspired by Dan'er, but also by Wu Jie, an accomplished immortal cultivator, Uncle Lin and his wife were immediately relieved.
Sure enough, it was the blessing of the ancestors! How else could Ajie have become an immortal sooner rather than later, but he became an immortal just before taking the exam in Lushan?
This kind of logic is invincible. Not to mention Lin Lushan himself, even if Wu Jie comes, he can only smile and nod along with them, and join them in the worship ceremony.
Immortal status has no deterrent effect in front of relatives and friends. For Uncle Lin and his wife, no matter how powerful Wu Jie is, he is still his nephew first, and then an immortal!
At the same time, those monks who were good at astrology all saw a strange light in the stars.
This ray of light originated from Wenqu, meandered in the sky, spread across the starry fields of Kyushu, bypassed the Imperial Palace, and returned to the southeast.
"Huh? When did such a world-famous talent appear in the world who was so elegant and so splendid that he fought bullfights in anger?" Such questions came from the mouths of one wise man after another.
However, no matter how talented they are, the poetry of mortals has nothing to do with immortals, so they just sigh and no longer pay attention to this matter.
However, someone finally paid attention to this matter.
Next to the Changning City Palace, on the observatory of the Huntian Prison, Heavenly Official Ning Feng stared at the starry sky for a quarter of an hour, until the light had completely disappeared, and he still stood there in a daze.
After a while, he lowered his head in a daze, stared at the astrolabe for a while, then raised his hand and slapped himself hard on the face.
The slap made half of his face swollen, and the pain made him shed tears, but he regained his energy as if he was coming back to life and started laughing.
"It hurts... It's really not a dream! This is God blessing me!"
He laughed and danced happily, completely losing his usual poise: "Out of Wenqu, I traveled all over the nine states, bypassed the imperial palace, and returned to the southeast. This means that our great Chu will produce an unparalleled talent.
At least it can protect the country's prosperity for decades... No! As long as there are a few talents among his students, at least there will be several generations... That will be hundreds of years of prosperity!"
He walked up and down the observatory, talking happily to himself for a long time, and then hurriedly ran towards the audience, intending to go back to his study to write a memorial to express his gratitude to His Majesty the Emperor, who was sick from overwork and had been in poor health recently.
Report the good news.
But he had only taken a few steps when he saw a paper crane flying from the direction of Wanshou Temple, turning into a letter and landing on his hand.
After unfolding the letter and reading it, he stopped and frowned in confusion.
"Master said that the fate of this matter is uncertain, and it will take a hundred days to make detailed calculations... Wenxing entered the country and did not invade the imperial palace, so how can the fate of this matter be uncertain? It is obviously a sign of good luck!"
He wondered for a while, but finally chose to trust the judgment of his master Changchun, burying the matter in his heart for the time being, and waiting for the results of his master's calculations.
On the receiving platform of Changchun Temple in Wanshou Mountain, the Changchun real person with crane hair and childish face released the paper crane, then pondered for a moment, turned around and left the receiving platform.
When passing by the shadows in the audience, he stopped and whispered: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, that's all the old Taoist can help you with."
Laughter came from the shadows, and someone bowed and saluted: "Thank you, senior, for your generous help! General Laojun is deeply grateful for your kindness!"
"...I don't need you to feel any deep affection. It's just an ordinary transaction between us." Master Changchun said lightly, "You help me extend my life, and I help you with divination, that's all."
"But this big event is really thanks to the help of seniors. Otherwise, in my capacity, it would be really difficult and embarrassing to do it!"
"...This incident is in exchange for helping me break through the bottleneck and enter the realm of refining. I am not interested in your 'big things'." Master Changchun did not show mercy to the other party at all, and said coldly, "I'm sorry.
Let me put it bluntly, from the day you broke up your family to seek Taoism, your destiny has disappeared. Since ancient times, no one has sought Taoism and became an emperor at the same time. Even the Holy Emperor Li Xin was no exception, and you are the same."
"Although the juniors are not as unpredictable as the seniors, they still have some common sense. However, rules are dead and people are alive. As long as you are willing to use your brain, you can always come up with a solution."
The man smiled and said, "I can't be the emperor, so it will be the same if someone who listens to me becomes the emperor."
"The right man is protected by destiny. How can you be sure that he will still listen to you after he becomes emperor?"
"Then it depends on my ability - senior, do you think I will leave such a big flaw?"
Master Changchun was silent for a moment, sighed, said "take care of yourself", and walked away.
After his figure completely disappeared, the man in the shadow came out. Under the starry sky, Ning Wang Zhu Quan, with red hair as red as blood, stared at Changchun Zhenren who was going away, then looked up at the sky, pondered for a long time, and revealed a few words.
Look angry.
"Last time when I was planning a big event, a person with good fortune came and got in the way; this time, a person with good fortune jumped out of thin air... Isn't it said that people with five fortunes are extremely rare? Why did I get in trouble three times in a row?
Up?"
"But... I am different now than I was a few years ago! There is no way that a mere man of literary fortune can stop me!"
As he said this, he suddenly laughed: "If a person with cultural fortune becomes an official, the cultural fortune will merge into the national destiny... As long as I accomplish this great thing, he will be able to help the country prosper, which can be considered a great help to me!"
"Most things in the world are like this. Crisis is a crisis. Only when there is danger are opportunities. Wealth and honor can only be found in danger! Success will always only belong to those who dare to take risks!"
"No one can stop my ideals and my great cause!"
As he spoke, black smoke rose from his body, and his whole person seemed to have no body, melting into the smoke, seeping into the night, and disappearing without a trace.
On the other two observatories, two fortune tellers with completely different identities were also expressing their own sighs.
"Wenhua belongs to the southeast... I'm afraid it has something to do with Wu Daoyou. I see that there is a faint black air emerging in the southeast starry field, and I'm afraid there will be some villain causing trouble. I hope he won't suffer from this... Haha! He is a dignified Qingyangguan.
Disciple, if you have great luck to protect you, what harm can you suffer? You really think too much!"
"If we can win over such a civilized person, we will have more confidence in breaking through the restrictions and entering the place of inheritance! Sigh... If I had known that that loser couldn't even handle this little thing, I would have taken action myself!
Now three of the four major disciples have appeared, but I don’t know who the last one will be..."
However, Wu Jie was completely unaware of these things. He was still concentrating on practicing in the desert.
Cultivation is a very time-consuming thing. In the boring and monotonous practice, the days pass without realizing it. He can feel his progress every day, but the more he progresses, the more he can feel the road ahead.
Still very far away.
This is like what an ancient foreign philosopher said: Our knowledge is like drawing a circle on the beach. The more knowledge we have, the bigger the circle we draw, and the more unknowns we can come into contact with.
The road is long and far away, I will search up and down!
There are two main projects in his practice. The first is to collect the essence of the sun and condense the true fire of the sun while warming up the meridians and acupuncture points. The second is to study the wonderful sword skills taught by the abandoned sword disciple to improve his sword skills.
The progress of the second training was shockingly slow, which also gave him a very clear understanding of his swordsmanship talent - in Jasmine's words, a person with this kind of talent can even hold a divine sword that can crush the stars with one sword.
, it’s no different from holding a stick, it’s a waste of resources.
But he is really talented in magic. In just over a month, he has collected enough sun essence and condensed several rays of true sun fire.
When he saw the flames like pure gold beating quietly in the palm of his hand, he was so happy that he almost wanted to jump for joy!
For this kind of achievement, even Jasmine nodded repeatedly and praised it as "almost reaching the level of the registered disciples back then."
Wu Jie was not angry because of these words - to be a registered disciple of the Supreme God, you have to achieve the golden elixir within a hundred years to get this status. There are about 100,000 disciples with qualifications and perseverance, in the cruel world
He practiced hard in the environment, and finally someone with both strength and luck stood out...Wu Jie was very satisfied to be able to compare with such a one-in-a-hundred-thousandth genius!
He condensed the true fire of the sun strand by strand, and then placed them in the Dantian to warm and nourish them, using his own true energy to transform pure fire power to slowly nourish them and make them grow stronger day by day.
When the real fire was condensed into almost a fist, Xiao Buyi finally came out of seclusion.
That day, the entire ancient city suddenly shook, and then a colorful light rose from the broken tower in the center of the ancient city, turning into a unicorn whose scales were like gold and covered with colorful rays of light.
In Wu Jie's eyes, the unicorn slowly fell to the ground, its brilliance gradually dimmed, and finally turned into Xiao Buyi wearing a brocade robe.
His clothes are as colorful as the glow on a unicorn, and if you look closely, the patterns are vaguely connected to form the shape of a unicorn.
After Xiao Buyi landed, he immediately saw Wu Jie who was waiting next to him. He immediately showed gratitude and bowed to him to the ground.
"Xiao's opportunity is all thanks to the help of Taoist friends. If you can achieve something in the future, I will also appreciate the kindness of Taoist friends. This kindness will never be forgotten. Please accept Xiao's worship!"
