All the people blurred into a background, except for the shadow, as firm as a bell, as tall and straight as a pine, like a sacred and inviolable god.
Ning Yujin knelt down with the others in a daze, and stood up with the others in a daze, but her eyes never left there for a moment.
There was such a long distance between the two of them, so far away that everyone was just a vague outline, a small shadow, but she seemed to be able to see the indifferent phoenix eyes and the thin lips like a knife.
Zero One and Zero Two were not following him. Behind him stood two men dressed in strange clothes, one on the left and one on the right, slightly taking half a step forward, as if they were trapping him in the middle.
Next to them, the prince, King Jingyang, and King Xing were talking from time to time, as if they were discussing something. When asked about Mo Jingxiao, he just nodded and did not speak.
Ning Yujin couldn't help but turn her head to Murong Xuan and Di Changfeng. The two people obviously saw Mo Jingxiao and were stunned for a moment, then frowned deeply.
Anyone could see Mo Jingxiao's situation. He was really trapped.
Ning Yujin didn't know what Murong Xuan's plan was. Naturally, she, a weak woman without the strength to restrain a chicken, did not dare to offend the enemy. She only held the gun barrel in her hand tightly and tried hard to stand up straight without revealing any flaws.
The referee of the competition first introduced the events of the competition, then talked about the requirements and precautions of the competition, and finally invited His Royal Highness to make a concluding speech.
The prince didn't talk much nonsense. With a gentle smile on his face, he raised his hand and said, "Let's get started."
Colorful flags were fluttering in the wind, red drums were thundering, and eighteen kinds of weapons placed around the martial arts arena reflected the sun's light, making the winter day suddenly feel much warmer.
The contestants also took off their cloaks and coats, leaving only a tights on, and jumped onto the ring in one step.
What is talent?
Talent is a person who is proficient in astronomy and geography, and talent is a person who is knowledgeable in literature, skills, and military strategy. For a general, being able to lead his team to victory is talent.
The competition is divided into three parts.
Literary examination tests intelligence and strategy.
Martial arts trials test personal abilities.
There is also the last actual battle, which tests the real skills of marching and fighting.
The first literary test stumped many old men. Those generals who could swing their swords freely on the battlefield found that their hands were shaking when they picked up the pen, for fear that the pen would break if they were not careful.
passed.
But you have your Zhang Liang plan, and I have mine. Because they knew the process of the competition in advance, everyone temporarily studied and memorized a few ancient masterpieces with outstanding literary talent, hoping to muddle through and successfully get to the third level.
Go to the second show.
As long as you stay in the back, it will be fine. In a competition or fighting despite being sick, who here is not the best among the best?
It's a pity that the question maker didn't seem to give them a chance to pass the test. The first question left most of the people stunned.
"What? What's the topic? Why don't I seem to hear it clearly?"
"I heard clearly, but I don't seem to understand much."
"On the differences in the topographic structure of Daye's east, west, north and south, let us write this, right?"
The sample essays memorized obviously didn't fit in. The generals who couldn't write could only stare with big eyes. But those who could write naturally organized the language and wrote hard in order to get off to a good start.
The desks of Di Changfeng and Yin Yuanwu were next to each other, and the two of them did not even raise their heads. They were writing and writing in a hurry, as if they were trying to compete with each other, and the speed of each was faster than the other.
The time limit for a stick of incense was limited, but when it was still burning halfway, Di Changfeng and Yin Yuanwu raised their answer sheets at the same time——
"I'm done!"
"I'm done!"
The person in charge of the invigilation next to him immediately went to collect the papers, and the two of them handed the answer sheets to the invigilator almost at the same time.
"Young Master Di seems to be in good condition." Yin Yuanwu turned his head to look at Di Changfeng and snorted lightly.
Because Di Changfeng was still observing mourning period, he wore a black tights and had a dark expression on his face. He looked both indifferent and sharp, making it difficult for people to understand his emotions.
He just raised his eyes and said coldly: "Thank you."
What he said was actually answered without any humility!
Yin Yuanwu remembered that when General Di returned to Beijing a few years ago and brought this little kid with his hair not yet fully grown, his temper was extremely hot. He almost exploded like a thunder bomb and could not withstand any provocation.
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Now, have you actually learned to endure and take one step back?
Yin Yuanwu snorted coldly, clasped his hands behind his back, looking determined to win.
Even if there is some progress, so what? He already knows the examination questions, and the invigilator responsible for collecting the papers will replace the policy theory he paid a lot of money to write with the one he wrote himself. Di Changfeng has no idea at all.
Take advantage!
Even if he gets to the second level by luck, hey, isn't that the real beginning?
After burning the incense, all the test papers were collected, and then the invigilator covered their names and hurriedly sent them to the examiner's desk.
All the people sitting on the examiner's desk were prestigious figures in the court, such as Prime Minister Su, Duke Shen, Zhong Sihan, a Hanlin scholar, etc., but Ning Yujin had just focused all his attention on Mo.
Jingxiao didn't pay much attention to them.
It didn't take long before they had already sorted out the rankings.
In fact, it won’t take long to eliminate those who turned in blank papers, those whose essays were not on topic, and then those who wrote well or poorly.
To Ning Yujin's expectation, Di Changfeng won the first place in the first competition.
Not to mention she was deceived, even the high-ranking prince, King Jingyang, Yin Yuanwu and others in the ring couldn't help but be stunned.
It's impossible. Those scholars are all well-known in Shengjing City, and the articles they wrote are all recited and copied. How could this article compiled by them be inferior to Di Changfeng?
You must know that Di Changfeng has always stayed in the military camp, and it is impossible for General Di to teach him to read and write. Only Murong Xuan took him for a period of time, what can he write?
Thinking of this, Yin Yuanwu was naturally dissatisfied and said: "Master Xiang, can you give me Di Changfeng's paper to read?"
"Of course." Su Xiang immediately handed the unsealed test paper to the invigilator next to him, and the invigilator immediately sent it to Yin Yuanwu.
He picked it up and read it carefully, and couldn't help but look a little ugly.
These...these were all written by Di Changfeng?
Su Xiang turned around and said to the people on the high platform: "Di Changfeng's article discusses the regional differences between the southeast and northwest in a clear and detailed manner. Although there is no gorgeous rhetoric, it is clear at a glance. It's just people like us who don't have any
Those who have led troops in war can also see clearly. However, Yin Yuanwu's articles look like they are made of powder and jade, and he plays with the pen and ink in a very close way, but it is so confusing that it makes people confused."
But there was one thing that Su Xiang didn't mention. Those of them who have been in the literary world for a long time can almost know whose writing style is written by seeing the beginning of an article. He has seen too many such fancy things.
"So in this first game, Di Changfeng takes the lead?" The prince's eyes fell on King Jingyang's face, and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smile, showing great interest.