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Chapter 853: The fate of the world comes out of the Wang family!

 Everyone looked at the empty house, and it was clear that there was nothing.

But in Li Shenguang's eyes, he saw a layer of tough and white divine light floating on the houses, reaching straight into the sky, making people feel very vast.

Although there are divine lights lingering in other rooms, some are only a foot long, some are as weak as lights, and some are even like fireflies.

When these people concentrate on writing articles, they eliminate distracting thoughts in their hearts, and their own energy and spirit are reflected in the articles. Every word in the article is equivalent to every move in martial arts.

With one glance, Li Shenguang could tell which of the more than nine thousand candidates' essays were good or bad.

And in those rooms that do not exude divine light, the candidates in them must not have integrated their own energy and spirit when writing articles.

You can't write a good article like that, and there's no need to even read such an article.

The other examiners whispered:

"After all, it is the Shenguang brothers who have profound knowledge and pure souls who can see the essence and spirit, but we cannot see the essence and spirit and can only feel the slight momentum of the article."

Li Shenguang heard such comments and ignored them.

These examiners cannot completely abandon the distracting thoughts in their minds, so naturally they cannot see the essence of these articles like him.

At this moment, Li Shenguang suddenly noticed a golden light rising into the sky from the east room, forming a cloud in the sky, brilliant and brilliant.

"It turned out to be a beautiful article!"

"Who is the person taking the exam in that room?"

Li Shenguang paled slightly, and the examiner next to him quickly said:

"The scholar in that room, I just saw him, is the eight-year-old prodigy Fangyuan."

"Master Li, what's wrong? What did you see? Why do you look like this?"

"I saw him write beautiful articles, and there was a brilliant cloud in the sky."

Li Shenguang murmured.

"This little prodigy from Fangyuan can compete with the great writer Xie Wenyuan in the articles he wrote at such a young age."

Wang Xuanji is still sitting in the highest seat. With his eyes closed, he can feel the energy of everyone in the entire examination room through the magic technique without looking at it.

He thought secretly:

"Wang Tong, you, a traitor, have always thought that the article was good. When you meet these two characters today, you should feel that you have failed."

At this time, the emperor, the prince, Ji Changyue and others, as well as several princes, were all looking at the Gongyuan from the Fenghua Tower in the distance.

"Ji Changyue, I called you here today because I want to see with you the literary spirit of these scholars in our Daqian Dynasty."

"The stronger the literary spirit, the stronger the culture, and the greater the prosperity of our Qian Dynasty."

Upstairs in Fenghua Tower, Qiandi pointed to Gongyuan in the distance and said calmly.

Ji Changyue was the number one scholar more than 20 years ago.

"I was appreciated by the late emperor and won the first prize in the examination, but today I read the article of the great writer Xie Wenyuan, and my energy and spirit are as bright as the sun and the moon!"

"I can't reach such a state, so I feel a little ashamed!"

Ji Changyue said.

Just as he was speaking, there was another article on the side, and his energy soared to the sky.

"Hey, it turned out to be a beautiful article."

After Thousand Emperor Yang Pan saw it, his face was slightly moved.

"Although Xie Wenyuan is a great writer, I will not lose to him."

"My handwriting is as brilliant as brocade, and it will surely cover your spirit."

Fangyuan said secretly between his pens.

Soon there were many smart handwritings flowing on the paper, and his face showed a flying color.

"In this vast world, the only one who can match my literary talent is Xie Wenyuan, a great writer."

"But this time he came mainly to advise the emperor. He will definitely not be the number one scholar. This year's number one scholar must be me!"

"These nearly 10,000 candidates are all mediocre!"

As Fangyuan wrote, a smile appeared on her lips.

After Wang Tong decided on the topic, he felt more and more the greatness of many predecessors in ancient times.

The more he wrote, the more he resonated with the statues of predecessors enshrined in the tribute courtyard.

Then, at the critical moment of his article, he suddenly picked up the pen, and a majestic energy rushed into the sky.

At this time, the statues and tablets of great men in the Gongyuan all trembled in response, and this trembling reverberated throughout the Gongyuan.

"How is this possible? Hundreds of saints chant together! How is this possible?"

"Who is it? Whose article is in line with the holy way and will cause hundreds of saints to sing together. I want to read his article!"

Li Shenguang said with excitement on his face, he ran directly out of the examination room, completely ignoring his own image.

And Wang Xuanji, who had been sitting calmly in the high hall, suddenly moved slightly and stood up.

Ji Changyue and Qiandi who were upstairs in Fenghua Tower were also suddenly surprised.

"A hundred saints chant together! How is this possible?"

"Although the rankings and statues enshrined in the past have a little bit of incense power, no one is aware of it. They each have their own principles and are not the same."

"Only when the articles you write are close to the holy way and are recognized by everyone, will they resonate with them."

After he stopped writing, Fangyuan felt that Baisheng Qiming was a little distracted. A drop of ink almost fell from the tip of the pen onto the test paper, and he quickly caught it with his hand.

However, his thoughts on the article have stopped at this time, and it is difficult to continue writing.

"A hundred saints sing together, and they write articles to the point where they are recognized by all previous generations. They are all great Confucian saints. What kind of person is recognized by a hundred saints?"

"Even if the emperor is unwilling, he must be appointed as the top scholar in the scientific examination."

"How could there be such a person? Such a person is neither Xie Wenyuan nor me. I don't believe that anyone can write such an article."

The little prodigy Fangyuan gritted her teeth and revealed a ferocious smile that was inappropriate for her age.

This smile was full of jealousy, as if something that originally belonged to him had been taken away by someone else.

There is indeed something that has been taken away by others, and that is the name of the top scholar in the scientific examination. This name is very important both in the court and among the people.

The common people regard the number one scholar as a literary star. If he makes a great contribution to political achievements, he can build temples and ancestral halls and gain the power of incense.

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This name is very important.

The memorial tablets and statues in the Gongyuan in the capital were not built after the founding of the Daqian Dynasty.

Instead, it has been established for more than two thousand years and has witnessed the changes of countless dynasties. All dynasties did not dare to destroy the many memorial tablets and statues of their predecessors in the Gongyuan. Instead, they controlled this place to win the hearts and minds of the people of the world.<

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The Gongyuan that still exists for more than two thousand years symbolizes the inheritance of Zhongzhou culture. In the hearts of all scholars, even if the dynasty has changed, these predecessors are the Holy Way.

"The prosperous age of the literary world, it is truly a prosperous age of the literary world!"

After Li Shenguang rushed out of the room, the surroundings became commotion. Many candidates who took the exam had never seen such a weird scene.

Li Shenguang rushed to the square, rang the big bell, and said loudly:

"Someone's writing inspired hundreds of saints. This is a major event in the literary world and the arrival of my great fortune!"

"No one is allowed to make any noise. Anyone who dares to make a commotion will be killed without mercy if I have the sword above."

Among the more than 9,000 candidates, everyone naturally understood what the Hundred Saints Roaring Together represented. They were all shocked, but they quickly became quiet.

The energy and spirit of the article just now rushed into the sky and penetrated the heaven and earth, and a stream of energy and energy also rushed out from the Hundred Saints Ancestral Hall, intersecting with the divine light.

Other mortals can't see it, but Li Shenguang, as a great scholar and has read books for so many years, naturally sees it.

"Who is the great scholar in that room? Take me there quickly, I want to pay him a visit."

As he spoke, Li Shenguang walked down the high platform where the bell was ringing. A group of soldiers had already surrounded Wang Tong's room.

The sub-examiner in that room quickly stepped forward and said to Li Shenguang:

"This candidate is Wang Tong, the son of Mr. Wang, who was Jieyuan in the capital last year. He just won the top prize in Wushu a few days ago."

The examiner's arms were trembling and he couldn't understand what he was saying.

Li Shenguang couldn't listen to his rambling, so he stood up directly and went to Wang Tong's room.

After writing the article, Wang Tong sighed:

"This article can represent the essence of my Taoism."

After writing this article, he withdrew from the state of writing the article just now, and suddenly felt the statues in the entire Gongyuan tremble.

He was also startled, and then realized what happened, and then many soldiers came outside his room.

"Wang Tong, have you finished writing your article?"

Li Shenguang walked to the door of the room, bowed to the article written by Wang Tong, and then said:

"Your article can actually cause hundreds of saints to shout in unison. I have to seal it up first and then let His Majesty make a decision."

"Someone will seal the article!"

"Wang Tong, I don't have time to talk to you in detail now. After this exam is over, I will ask you for advice."

Li Shenguang took a deep look at Wang Tongtong.

"The content of the article can be recognized by Baisheng. Who is this person?"

"If you have read this far, your life will not be in vain."

"A person who can write such an article should have pure literary thoughts and a very high level of self-cultivation in order to resonate with the saints. There will not be one such person in five hundred years."

In another room, Xie Wenyuan heard the saint shake and murmured.

"Originally, I thought that eight-year-old prodigy was my rival, but I didn't expect that the real master was someone else."

Xie Wenyuan stopped writing, waited for the exam to end, then left the room, washed his hands, and looked at the sky.

"Since ancient times, Wen has not been the first, and Wu has not been second. But now, all the saints in ancient times have made their choice. I am afraid that I am the first in Wen."

"I am convinced that I lost to the person chosen by the Hundred Saints of Ancient Times."

In the examination room, all the examiners also congratulated Wang Xuanji.

"Congratulations to the Grand Master. He won the third prize in the lottery that year and is already a leader in the literary world in front of me. Unexpectedly, your master is better than his predecessors. Now his articles are full of saints, and he will definitely be a new leader in the literary world in the future."

"Now that the article is full of saints, it is no longer something we can decide."

"I'm afraid only the emperor can decide this matter, and the chorus of hundreds of saints should be recorded in the annals of history."

Wang Xuanji sat in the examiner's seat and said nothing. Now that Wang Tong's article had resonated with the Hundred Saints, even if he wanted to stop it, there was no way he could interfere with Wang Tong's test paper.

"Why does all the luck in the world come from the Wang family? Wang Xuanji is a human immortal, and now his son actually writes an article about the chorus of a hundred saints."

Some people in the Gongyuan were filled with sadness.

Some well-informed aristocratic families also learned about this incident and discussed it one after another.

Fenghua upstairs.

The prince and others congratulated:

"Congratulations to my father, the imperial court is now blessed with good fortune, and the world is prosperous. Not only is a beautiful article published, but also an article with hundreds of saints singing together. This is a major event that does not happen in 500 years!"

"Quickly tell me who wrote this article."

Thousand Emperor Yang Pan's face changed slightly after he noticed the chorus of the Hundred Saints, and asked.

After Wang Tong's test paper was sealed, the vision of a hundred saints singing together gradually disappeared.

This test paper was sent to Qian Emperor's Jinluan Palace. After Qian Emperor read it, he decreed that Wang Tong be canonized as the top scholar in Jinke.

Suddenly, this incident was spread throughout the world.

People as small as merchants and teahouses, as large as various martial arts families, and even overseas countries have learned about these things.

However, gaining such a great reputation did not affect Wang Tong. At this time, he was staying quietly in Green Willow Villa, watching Prince Yu practice martial arts.

"Wang Tong, I didn't expect that your reputation would be so great now."

"Many retired scholars in the imperial court want to meet you."

Prince Yu was wearing an ordinary martial arts uniform. After performing some punches and kicks, he faced the king's passage.

"I have received a lot of invitations in the past two days, but I rejected them all."

Wang Tong smiled lightly.

"Why? You want to take advantage of your fame at this time to make friends with more literary figures and increase your power and connections."

"If you refuse these invitations, those great scholars may think that you are too noble, and they may be dissatisfied."

"No, I included some private information in my replies to them. I guarantee that I can point them out."

"They won't think I'm noble, but they will thank me."

"My lord, I don't know when I will be able to break through to the realm of martial saint."

"How difficult it is to break through to the realm of Martial Saint. My physical body has actually reached the level of Martial Saint."

"But my state of mind has never been reached, and it has been difficult to integrate with the physical body, so now I can only be regarded as a semi-Martial Saint."

"So that's it. Do you want me to help you?"

Wang Tong opened his mouth and said.

"Help me? How can you help me?"

Prince Yu said with some doubts.

"Your Majesty, you can't break through your current state of mind, mainly because you deal with court officials every day, and you have to guess His Majesty's intentions and control the overall situation."

"Your energy is not focused on cultivation, so you cannot break through to the Martial Saint."

"Let me wash away these distracting thoughts in your soul. Once your thoughts are clarified, you can naturally break through to the Martial Saint."

Wang Tong opened his mouth and said that his soul rushed out of his body.

This touch of soul is as dazzling as lightning.

"Wang Tong, your soul has been cultivated to the state of thinking of lightning. It seems that you have survived two thunder tribulations."

Prince Yu said.

He once read in the royal library the appearance of the soul after two thunder tribulations.

"I didn't expect His Royal Highness Prince Yu to have such insight. Now I'm here to help you wash away all the distracting thoughts in your soul."

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