On September 15th, Yangzhou Prefecture released the results.
Wang Xu ranked first in Class A and was awarded the first place in the Yangzhou Juren Examination and was awarded the plaque of "Jie Yuan".
If Wang Xu won the championship and won the first place, it was the first thunder, and the second thunder was soon released.
Wang Xu publicly stated at the teacher-appreciation banquet that he will inherit the legacy of the champion Hou and will never have a family until the demon clan is destroyed.
As soon as this statement came out, it caused an uproar.
After winning the first place in the national examination, Wang Xu can be said to be certain that next year, at worst, he will be a second-class Jinshi.
How could a future Jinshi who was eighteen years old, not yet married, and famous all over Jiangnan find such a good son-in-law?
What's more, everyone said that Wang Xu's future as a great Confucian was already determined, and a sage could be expected. He was the first genius in the history of the Wu Dynasty.
The first genius wants to inherit the legacy of the champion Hou, and the immortal demon clan will never have a family. Isn't this a joke?
As soon as these words came out, some people looked on with cold eyes, some secretly ridiculed, some were applauded, and some felt inferior. Wang Xu was in the limelight for a while.
Even Xue Mushan, who was far away in the capital and successfully held the Ten Thousand Old Man Banquet and gained the favor of the Queen Mother, personally wrote a letter to Wang Xu.
In the letter, the teacher first praised his ambition, and then cursed him, telling him to think twice before speaking in the future.
At the end, he said in a faint tone, no one is a saint, and no one can make mistakes. Some words are just frivolousness of young men and should not be taken seriously.
After waiting for a few years, others will have almost forgotten about this matter. You still have to marry a wife and have children. You can't live your life by taking advantage of others.
Wang Xu looked at it with a wry smile. Sure enough, no one believed that he could exterminate the demon clan, even if he was expected to become a sage in the future.
The teacher was even more adorable, asking him to avoid the limelight first, and then pretend nothing happened.
But this is fine. Wang Xu is confident that he will be a Jinshi next year and become a great Confucian before the age of thirty.
When a man reaches his thirties, he should put the word that he will never have a family before his demon clan is exterminated, and no one will force him to marry a wife before his thirties.
After he became a great scholar, he would no longer be afraid of anyone. He could do what Huo Qubing could do, or even do it better. Who would dare to force their daughter to him on the pretext of not being married yet?
But Wang Xu never expected that after hearing about his ambition, Zhang Xiaomei and the Zhang family were happy instead of angry, and even wrote him a long letter.
"When I heard about your will, I felt happy and blessed. I tossed and turned again and again, and couldn't sleep for three days..."
Wang Xu sat in the room and read the letter Zhang Xiaomei wrote to him.
The letter said that a good man should not be trapped by love, but should aim to achieve great achievements in all directions.
To sum it up in one sentence, I like you, I will wait for you no matter how long it takes, and I will not marry anyone but you in this life.
The words that followed were very explicit, and the love was expressed without any pretense. When he saw this letter, Wang Xu could imagine Zhang Xiaomei's blushing face when she wrote this letter.
Wang Xu smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that Zhang Xiaomei really fell in love with him, and even played the trick of not marrying you, but not marrying me.
I want to write a reply, but I don’t know where to start.
After hesitating for a long time, Wang Xu replied with a poem: "Beauty is not born from a mother's womb, but should be grown from a peach blossom tree. I hate that peach blossoms fall easily, and fallen flowers are more sentimental than you. If you want to lean against the green window to accompany you, you will inevitably miss the path of Confucianism in this life.
I have the intention to go to the book collection, but I will be disappointed with the beauty. I sigh for a long time and be sentimental, which will harm Confucianism, and I will be afraid of hurting the Qingcheng by speaking evil words. I have the best of both worlds, and I will live up to Confucius and your Majesty."
This is a poem by the Sixth Lama, Tsangyang Gyatso.
Tsangyang Gyatso was born among the people. He was not taken back to the temple until he was fourteen years old. He had been living in the secular world before.
In that Tibetan area, there are many people who get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and Tsangyang Gyatso also has his own lover.
After being taken back to the temple, Tsangyang Gyatso went back and forth between faith on one side and love on the other. His heart was very confused.
This poem expresses his melancholy and the anguish in his heart.
Wang Xu took it and slightly changed it, changing the sentimental into the merciless, telling his pursuit of Confucianism and his indifference to love, pointing out his pursuit of knowledge in this life and not being moved by love, which is a disguised form.
Rejected Zhang Xiaomei's kindness.
"I'm afraid the girl will be sad if you write this poem." Fahai walked over quietly, peeked at the poem written by Wang Xu, and said sentimentally.
Wang Xu didn't take it seriously, gently blew the ink on the paper, and said: "What love is stronger than gold? Is there a sword stronger? Love and love are not suitable for us. It's best not to get too close to avoid getting hurt.
Own."
After hearing Wang Xu's answer, Fa Hai remained silent for a long time, and then said after a long time: "I understand what you are saying, but monks say that the four elements are all empty, but I don't even know what love is, how can I be empty?"
Wang Xu raised his head and glanced at him. Fahai was about to encounter a tribulation of love in this life. If he could survive it, he would be able to perfect his character and attain Bodhi. If he couldn't survive it, he might have to continue reincarnation.
Judging from his words, Fa Hai's heart has been confused, and the day of disaster is probably not far away. This is also his reason for not breaking or establishing.
Wang Xu thought for a long time, thinking about what he could do. After a long time, he said: "You have always wanted me to give you a poem, so I will give you one today."
"Can you still write?"
Wang Xugang has just written a superb poem. It seems that Wen Guang can at least become a Zhenzhou poet. It would be too scary to write another one.
Wang Xu smiled and said nothing. First of all, he was copying poetry, not writing poetry. He was the one who wanted to copy a collection of Wang Xu's poems. How could he do it without copying.
Counting this one, he has only copied eight poems over the years. He might as well take this opportunity to copy the ninth poem as well.
Anyway, he has already won the election, and there is a monster clan assassinating him. It is impossible to keep a low profile, so there is no harm in being high-profile.
"Sunny Fahuai Temple presents Zen Master Fahai..."
Wang Xu took up his pen again and wrote: "The willows are green and the river is level. There are songs in the temples by the river. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. The road is ruthless but affectionate."
This is one of two poems about bamboo branches written by Liu Yuxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
The situation here is originally sunny and sunny. It is said that the sun is in the east, but it is raining in the west. There is sunshine in the absence of sunshine.
Wang Xu made a slight change, changing the meaning of "Sunny Day" into the meaning of "love".
With this change, the meaning of the entire poem changed. It became that the sun is in the east, but it is raining in the west. The east with the sun can work, and the west without the sun can only wait. Is God affectionate or ruthless?
Ruthless, how can you let it stop raining in the east and let people come out to work?
Love, why does it rain in the west and people can only sigh while looking at the rain?
Wang Xu hopes that with the help of this sentimentality and ruthlessness, he can remind Fa Hai when necessary and tell him that the so-called sentimentality and ruthlessness are relative and there is no absolute perfection.
Excessive pursuit of sentimentality and emotionlessness is itself a fall into the lower vehicle. Those who practice Buddhism should have emotions arise and disappear with one thought.
"The Tao is ruthless but affectionate!"
Fahai looked at the poem and kept reciting it, feeling vaguely touched.
What kind of touch is that? It's like looking at the flowers in the fog and can't see clearly. It just makes people feel itchy and unbearable.
"The word "emotion" lies in one heart. You should practice the emotionless method with a sentimental heart, or you should cultivate the sentimental method with a heartless heart. Only by facing each other can you achieve perfection."
Wang Xu picked up the poem and handed it to Fa Hai, who was standing by, and said with a smile: "I'll give it to you."
Whoosh!!
A golden light rose into the sky, causing the weather to change drastically.
Half of the sky is sunny, and half of the sky is raining. Fahai Temple is the dividing line between sunny and rainy days. Fahai looks indifferent and smiles heartily after a moment.
Wow!!
At the same time, there were an eighth and ninth page in Wang Xu's nameless golden book.
Page 8: Ask the Heart.
Page 9: Sunny or rainy.
Wang Xu felt the changes in Jin Shu, looked at the sunny and rainy day outside, and whispered: "One step closer!"
Now that I have the honor of being a successful candidate, my next goal is to become a Jinshi next year.
With the plaque of Jieyuan here, it is not difficult to become a Jinshi, and the worst he can do is be a second-class scholar, which means that by this time next year, he will initially have the ability to protect himself.
Moreover, he is not an ordinary Jinshi. An ordinary Jinshi is comparable to a fourth-level monk. He has the confidence to jump up the ranks and compete with the fifth-level monks.
It seems that it is time to say goodbye to Jiangnan, pack up and head to the capital.
Yangzhou is still too small to raise a real dragon. Only by establishing a firm foothold in the capital can he first sweep the house and then the world, sweeping away all the monsters and monsters.