In the Imperial College, with more and more candidates submitting papers, the official Feng Miguan has become busy.
Fengmiguan, as the name suggests, is the examiner in charge of copying the test papers.
All submitted test papers will be sent to them for processing first.
This job is not easy. The test papers are delivered one after another, and the anonymous person starts to work. He uses the thick paper cut in advance to paste the name and place of birth of the candidate, cover it tightly, then write the number on the paper, and then hand it over.
Give it to the clerk running errands and send it to the next room.
That's where the copying is done. After the copying is completed, the same number is written on it, and then it is handed over to the next person, who starts comparing the original and the copy.
These people are responsible for checking whether there are any errors in the transcribed text to prevent candidates from being affected by the transcriber's errors.
The steps may seem cumbersome, but they are just like assembly line operations, rigorous and efficient.
Soon, a stack of fifty examination papers was bound and officially sent to the Confucian Temple for correction by the examiners.
Huang Shang also finished writing it at this time, but he was not in a hurry and read it twice from beginning to end.
Especially for the policy, go over it word by word to make sure there are no mistakes or omissions, and at the same time, there are no taboos.
And there was no one around him.
There is no way, the earth is trembling, who dares to stay here!
The last earthquake in Kaifeng was in 1037.
Although the emperor is still Renzong, 26 years have passed.
Some candidates present were not even born at that time, and they only had impressions of natural disasters like earthquakes.
But they don't want to die!
No matter how important the imperial examination is, it happens at least once every three years. If you fail this time, there will be another one, but you only have one life!
He died in the earthquake just after he had been named on the gold medal list and had the opportunity to honor his ancestors. It was really frustrating!
This shock also alarmed the officials who were waiting in the Confucian Temple.
The chief examiner, Fan Zhen, personally led a group of examiners to inspect each examination room.
What appeared in front of him was the scene of dinner in the cafeteria.
A swarm of people swarmed outside the Imperial College.
"How dignified! How dignified!"
Fan Zhen was so angry that his beard trembled.
The accompanying officials did not dare to say a word.
In fact, they also want to run.
In this era, there is still a basic awareness of earthquake prevention. In a place like the Imperial College, if the building collapses, your life will definitely be lost. Only running to an open place will be relatively safe.
But they are officials and have responsibilities.
Candidates can hand in their papers and leave in a hurry, but they cannot leave their posts without permission.
Fan Zhen, however, did not believe in evil and went from examination room to examination room.
It is true that some candidates who are desperate for their lives are still taking the exam.
But these candidates also looked extremely uneasy.
He looked at the test paper for a while, and then looked outside again, appearing hesitant.
Fan Zhen became even more disdainful as this kind of interruption continued.
It wasn't until a calm and tall figure came into view that Fan Zhen's eyes lit up. He signaled to his left and right, walked in alone, and looked at Huang Shang, the only person sitting upright in the entire examination room, checking the test papers unhurriedly.
With Fan Zhen's experience, he could naturally tell that Huang Shang was really unmoved, instead of pretending to be calm, and couldn't help but smile.
After coming out, he asked the subordinate in the examination room: "Who is this person?"
After checking it, the subordinate officer hurriedly replied: "This is Huang Shang, courtesy name Shengzhong, from Yongzhou, Jinghu South Road."
Fan Zhen thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "It turns out that he is a disciple of Mr. Hengqu. The four sentences about the humble house he mentioned have character and ambition. What I see now is that his words and deeds are consistent, which is commendable!"
The officials on the left and right also suddenly understood and praised him one after another. Those who were interested even paid attention to the examination room where Huang Shang was.
Since most of the candidates have handed in their papers, the remaining numbers are very limited. Even if the names are copied, Huang Shang's papers can be roughly determined.
When it comes to the provincial examination, what the examiner has to consider is not only correctness, but also vision.
At this time, they looked at each other and looked away tacitly.
After the examiners left, Huang Shang frowned and stood up to hand in the paper.
There is already a response in Wuyou Cave.
He wrote two words before, not the Eight Diagrams of the Book of Changes, but Hua Xia!
As soon as the two words came out, the statue of Kong Sheng shook again, and the literary energy flowed out like a long river, and under the guidance, it fell towards the Wuyou Cave.
In Wuyou Cave, the earth and rocks have collapsed, and smoke and dust are rising everywhere.
The perfect last shot directly caused an earthquake-like shaking above.
He was well prepared. As soon as he fired into the soul, he put away the rocket launcher and ran away. Tu Xingsun wanted to chase him, but in the end he still followed his heart and did not dare to kill them all.
However, the cave did not completely collapse, and there was still a huge body holding it up.
Butcher!
The armor protected him, and most of the blood on it was evaporated, but except for the gap in the chest, no more damage was caused.
This is definitely a two-star burst attack. You can imagine the strength of this armor!
However, although the butcher was standing, his consciousness seemed to have fallen into a coma, and he could no longer hear the sound of breathing like a beast.
Just at this moment, Xia Hui's complexion changed, she stepped back crazily, and looked up: "Here we go again!"
Indeed, a stream of literary energy washed down like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens and hit the butcher's head directly.
The eyes under the butcher's helmet suddenly opened, revealing a look of ecstasy. He once again actively absorbed Wen Qi, and then stretched out his arms angrily.
"He's breaking free of his armor!"
Xia Hui retreated far away and did not dare to approach, but the Taoist priest was brave enough to observe closely and make judgments.
This armor protects the Butcher, and he was able to remain almost unscathed in the previous explosion. It undoubtedly has a powerful three-star defense.
But in the Taoist's view, perhaps the downgrade of Butcher from three stars to one star is related to this set of equipment.
There seems to be a vicious weapon spirit sealed inside, trying to occupy the magpie's nest.
From this, he thought of the magic weapon used in Eastern cultivation of immortality.
Although the magic weapon is extremely powerful, it can lead to the corruption of the owner, and even control the owner in turn.
I'm afraid the butcher's situation is somewhat similar, right?
While the Taoist priest was guessing, the butcher and the armor were wrestling hard.
Not only did his arms expand, but his three-meter tall body also continued to shrink.
However, as his body became smaller, the armor also shrank and was tightly fixed on his body.
The two sides continued to confront each other, with blood streaks on their armor and swords, and they frantically suppressed the butcher.
However, under the resistance of the butcher and the erosion of literary spirit, the inside should be combined with the outside, and the blood and spirit gradually melt away.
As a result, the butcher, who became 1.9 meters tall, finally stretched his armor to the extreme.
He showed ecstasy, and the unwilling voice in his body finally disappeared.
However, at this time, the butcher realized something was wrong.
Because the flow of literary energy did not stop, but became more and more.
you want?
Then give it to you!
So much that it overflows!
The butcher's joy soon solidified, and finally turned into horror.
As soon as he said it, the mighty literary energy penetrated him, and his whole body was submerged.
After the light dissipated, the Taoist priest and Xia Hui saw that the streams of light spread again on the lines of the armor.
Click!
The armor tightened again and was tightly fixed on the butcher's body, and the sword buzzed over and squeezed into the palm of his hand just like before.
The difference is that the styles of the sword and armor have changed. They are no longer vicious, but have an upright and powerful look.
Confucianism is the way of education!
Benefit from all directions and educate the barbarians!
The Taoist priest was silent.
Xia Hui was silent.
The butcher also fell silent.
It took me a long time to complete the operation, but what’s the point?