Chapter 270: Clear the clouds and see the blue sky
This is just a joke, Tang Derun saluted: "Your Majesty Qiankun decides everything."
Xu Mochen smiled. He did not change the ranking submitted by the Ministry of Rites. He stamped it with a jade seal and handed it to Tang Derun: "Let them announce it."
As a result, the first imperial examination in Daqian came to an end.
The list was announced the next day, and the first place was the much-anticipated Ouyang Yongren.
Although cultivators don’t really care, they are still somewhat interested in rankings.
The No. 1 pick and the No. 2 overall pick are like stars holding the moon, so naturally they have to have a good time.
Xu Mochen, who was in the royal study, also received the secret report.
Seeing these famous immortal cultivators gathering at Baixiang Pavilion or drinking at Manchun Tower, he actually felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.
The people of Daqian are open and open, and there are many special industries allowed by the country.
But there are also places at the next level, which are especially suitable for literati to have fun.
The national law stipulates that court officials are absolutely not allowed to go, but going to high-end clubs is not a big problem, and Xu Mochen has no reason to accuse.
The world is full of dust, and he can understand it.
Three days passed after the celebration, and finally it was time to go to the Imperial College.
Xu Mochen got up early in the morning, washed up, and when he came out, he met the officials who came to greet him.
Immortal cultivators are still very concerned about various rituals, and they don't mind the emperor being in the limelight in this regard.
After all, the emperor is their spokesperson.
We walked all the way to the Imperial College, and this time the door was already full of officials of all sizes.
After kneeling three times and knocking nine times, Xu Mochen led Tang Derun in.
In this situation, no matter how thick-skinned he is, there is no way he would bring his harem group here.
There was only Tang Derun beside him, and then there were the two princes of the dragon clan and the little princess who was disguised as a woman.
As for Shu Wuyin and others, they were worried that things might change, so they stayed outside to protect the formation.
This was not the first time that Imperial Academy member Xu Mochen came here. He took a look and recognized Yang Jingchen, whom he had met before, and waved to him.
Yang Jingchen swallowed her saliva and realized belatedly that the person who came earlier was the emperor.
He was miserable in his heart. As an official of the Imperial Academy and a scholar, he did not like to get involved in the affairs of the emperor and the world of ten directions.
But with so many people watching, he had no choice but to come out.
"It's nothing, I just feel that I have a chance encounter with you," Xu Mochen smiled, "Ai Qing, lead the way and tell me how the Imperial College is arranged."
It turned out to be this errand, and Yang Jingchen was immediately relieved. He hurriedly saluted, asked Xu Mochen to walk in front, and followed behind to report.
This time, it is planned that the number of students selected for the imperial examination to come to the Imperial College is about 3,000, which is also unprecedented.
Therefore, the Imperial College has made adequate preparations.
Formations are set up in all directions, but this formation is only for general defense.
After all, when we get inside, we may use Wen Dou, which requires the use of magical powers.
"What I want from the officials and others is that after worshiping at the Confucian Temple, let the top three come out to show off their skills," Yang Jingchen asked with a smile, "Just for good luck."
There is no benefit in allowing students to visit and the emperor to visit. The officials of the Imperial College only want peace.
"Do you want to go to the Seven Songs Treasure Land?" Xu Mochen asked.
"Yes," Yang Jingchen nodded, "These were drawn up by the Ministry of Rites and should have been reported to His Majesty long ago."
Xu Mochen just remembered that he didn't pay attention to it, but it can't be said that he didn't look at it. He nodded pretendingly: "Then let's start as you decided."
Yang Jingchen accepted the order and took the emperor to the main hall to rest while he returned.
Not long after the hour arrived, the sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums sounded outside, followed by someone shouting "the auspicious time has come", the gate of the Imperial College opened.
The students were waiting outside early in the morning. They lined up in order of ranking. The one at the front was the No. 1 pick and the No. 2 overall pick, chosen by Xu Mochen.
Today, these people are all dressed in elegant Confucian clothes, their robes are fluttering in the breeze, and they look full of elegance.
"Your Majesty..." Someone from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward to ask for instructions, "Your Majesty, please go first."
Xu Mochen stood up and followed the official in charge of the agenda. Just like last time, he walked along the road until he reached the small bridge. The man shouted, "Put away the clouds and see the blue sky!"
The space in front rippled, opening the passage to the Seven Songs Treasure Land.
Among the students, Ouyang Yongren remained expressionless, as if the title of No. 1 Scholar he had just obtained was simply dispensable to him.
He watched the emperor enter the Imperial Academy and open the passage to the Seven Songs Treasure Land, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
A voice came from my ears: "My lord! It's the last step."
He turned his head slightly and followed the third Tanhua Zhou Sheng behind him, his eyes shining with excitement.
He thought it was a bit funny, but it was just a plan that unfolded smoothly. There was nothing to be excited about.
It’s really something I’ve never seen in the world.
He is not willing to take this step.
He was talented and intelligent since he was a child, and he took the lead in literature and art. With this, he would be successful in entering the immortal world.
Immortal fate is also good. It may be due to the influence of literature and Taoism. He has never worried about immortal fate.
But...even if he gets to that point, he's still just a little short of it.
The city in his heart cannot be broken, and he cannot go any further.
He will be sanctified in the flesh!
This is a dilemma and a dead end.
If this continues, when the time is up, he will have no choice but to retreat.
It's not that he didn't want to fight for it, but unfortunately, things like literary education are sometimes more troublesome than immortality.
The same article can lead to different understandings in different times, places and moods.
This is the reason why Wen Wu is the first.
He is unwilling to give in. Once he retreats, it will be very difficult to easily obtain immortality in the future.
Yes, his true identity is the successor of the contemporary saint.
Ouyang Yongren was his real name before he entered the immortal world, but he no longer used it after he entered the immortal world.
Especially after he became a saint, the world in all directions only called him "saint".
So this time he used it generously without arousing any suspicion.
Watching the Seven Songs Treasure Land open, although he looked indifferent, in fact, his heart was turned upside down.
From the beginning of planning to now, the entire layout has taken almost 800 years.
Today he is bound to win, and anyone who stands in his way will be eliminated.
Even the emperor...
As he thought, his eyes fell on Xu Mochen, who was walking up the stairs step by step.
The first emperor in ancient times who could cultivate immortality was said to be the tenth incarnation of Tu Dao Xiaoyao Immortal.
True or false is not important to him. What is important is that even if the emperor wants to stop him, he has a way to deal with it.
The emperor, faced with the pressure of civility, cannot do whatever he wants.
This is another kind of power.
For more than 800 years, he has the confidence to influence one or two generations of immortal cultivators.
He stood at the front and could confidently say that the three thousand students behind him were all his disciples.