Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 80 Youhuang Bamboo Forest Tongwen Song, Young Flying Sword Takes the Lead 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

The four walls are far away and green, and the seven-storey height is leaning against the evening stars.

The night gradually climbed to the sky, the sky was full of stars, and the moon was as frosty.

Lin'an Mansion, the government office of the Ministry of Rites.

With the end of the first session of Chun Wei, the Ministry of Rites began to review the papers closely, and the papers of the candidates in the examination room of the Academy of Arts were delivered to the Ministry of Rites.

After several strict procedures, the papers were slurred and distributed to many examiners.

Cross-marking is carried out, and if there is any objection, multiple examiners will conduct the review to ensure that there will be no misjudgment.

There are more than 3000 papers, and each paper is full of answers. Even if it is just a review, it will take a lot of time and effort.

Every examiner has board and lodging in the government office of the Ministry of Rites these days.

The cold lamp splashes the light.

Officials began to read carefully, because the references were all Juren from all over the world, and they had gone through many screenings before they could reach Lin'an, so there is no need to question their ability to write articles.

The Chunwei Examination is to select taller and high-quality talents from a group of tall people.

The rustling sound of turning pages was like the sound of waves stirred by bamboo leaves in a sea of ​​bamboo late at night.

The desks are arranged one by one, and the examiners sit behind them, holding the wolf hair dyed cinnabar red ink to comment and score, and evaluate according to the examinee's entry point for each question and the closeness to the answer.

The atmosphere was tense but also somewhat harmonious.

However, the only thing that made the examiner a little dissatisfied was the big topic of this spring, that is, the big topic about the Northern Expedition or not.

It was too stereotyped. Dozens of candidates in succession wrote articles against the Northern Expedition. There was a faint hint of flattery and closeness to Prime Minister Qin in their words. The attitude was too obvious and boring.

Of course, not all candidates are opposed to the Northern Expedition, and there are a few candidates who choose to support the Northern Expedition, but the article has no substantive arguments, and the Northern Expedition should be launched without reason and evidence only with enthusiasm, so the examiner just Just glance at it and give no points.

There is no need for any suspense and refutation.

After reviewing for a long time, many examiners stretched their waists, got up and moved, and let go of their heads and minds filled with the candidates' knowledge.

Suddenly, a few people saw an examiner sitting upright in the case, with his waist straightened, his eyes widened, his beard trembling slightly, and he was completely immersed in the article, unable to extricate himself.

The examiner's face was flushed, and the skin membrane turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a long time, there was an energetic and excited applause, accompanied by a violent slap on the table.

For a moment, many relaxed examiners looked over in surprise, doubt, and speechless.

Isn't it just to check the candidates' answers, so why are you so excited?
"Okay, well written. I, the officials of Dazhao, can sit back and watch Middle-earth suffer the humiliation of barbarians! We are the orthodox of that piece of Middle-earth!"

The examiner may also have a cynical heart hidden in his body, which exploded at this moment.

Praises and comments kept bursting out of his mouth, and his flushed face was almost filled with tears.

But this article really wrote into his heart, igniting the anger in his heart.

"Cross the river! Cross the river!"

The examiner slapped the table and roared.

Quite a few examiners turned pale, crazy, this is...

It was Prime Minister Qin who was in charge of everything this time, and he was notoriously opposed to the faction of the Northern Expedition. The examiner dared to shout so loudly, isn't it against Qin.

However, several examiners were also curious, and they all came over to read the article that made this colleague lose his composure and shouted "Crossing the River".

The stars are like buckets, and the moonlight is cold.

After a while, several examiners put down the article, all of them were emotionally agitated, with unexplainable meanings surging in their chests.

If they hadn't controlled their emotions, they would have even wished to shout "Cross the river" like the first mild-mannered examiner!
The word "crossing the river" is the last words of the frontier general who died with hatred and unwillingness.

Only two words, but strong and intense.

Now, when they look at the two characters of the article, they finally have some feelings.

"how?"

"According to the answer, no points will be given, because it doesn't understand the meaning of the question. As far as I am concerned, I would like to give him full marks, because this article, with the momentum of a prose, is eloquent, but it arouses my ambition."

The examiners discussed with each other.

"Submit it to Mr. Qin Xiang, and let him make a comment."

In the end, the examiners unanimously gave a decision.

On the high hall of the government office of the Ministry of Rites, a green lamp is lit, and the light of the fire is faint, reflecting the hall as bright as day in the house.

The night is thin and cool, accompanied by moonlight and lights.

Qin Prime Minister Qin Lishi sat upright on the main case, looked at the examination questions presented by many examiners before him, frowned slightly, and began to observe.

His complexion was as usual, but there was a bit of determination emerging from the depths of his eyes.

"Eliminate the barbarians and restore Middle Earth..."

"It's easy and simple to say, but it's not that easy. The Emperor Yuanmeng swallowed thousands of miles and ranked first in the world for five hundred years. No one can challenge his status. There is no one who can beat him in the great Zhao Dynasty. If the Northern Expedition is about to start, who will check and balance Emperor Yuanmeng?"

"Although the statement is impassioned and majestic, it is nothing more than talk on paper after all."

Qin Lishi actually appreciates this article quite a bit, but appreciation is his appreciation. No matter how good the article is, it will not shake his mind against the Northern Expedition. How good the current situation is, the prosperity of Lin'an, even the capital of Yuanmeng Empire are far inferior.

And the Northern Expedition... Once it fails, Yuanmeng iron cavalry may be able to cross the natural moat and the Canglang River, crushing the dream-like prosperity of Dazhao that lasted for 500 years.

"The Yuanmeng Empire is indeed powerful, but if we, Dazhao, unite with Dali and Xiliang, and the three parties join hands like an iron wall, even the Yuanmeng Emperor may not be able to shake it easily, and naturally it can continue to prosper for another five hundred years."

Qin Lishi put down the article, dipped his pen in the cinnabar, and then commented.

Although the article is good, it doesn't score, because it is too biased against him.

Indifferently, Qin Lishi put the volume aside, he knew that this big question had not been scored, and this candidate was probably doomed to fail.

Qin Lishi was even a little curious, whose name could be under this vague name.

"Perhaps it was composed by a certain student on the Wenqu list of the third master Wang Banshan."

Qin Lishi smiled lightly.

Suddenly, Qin Lishi's mind moved, and he raised his eyes to look out of the window of the Ministry of Rites. It seemed that a starlight had entered his dream, and it condensed into a phantom of starlight in front of the window.

"Second Master."

Qin Lishi was startled, looking at Xingguang's figure, he couldn't help but say.

The rickety second master bowed to Prime Minister Qin, then walked up to Qin Lishi, pointed to the article on the table, and said: "The stele of Wenqu was moved by this article, if Prime Minister Qin didn't give anything, It’s hard to explain on the doctor’s side, and it’s hard to explain on the side of the Academy of Arts.”

Qin Lishi's face froze when he heard this, and his heart was shaken as he looked at the penny-worthy article on the paper that he had just criticized.

This article provoked Wenqu Monument? !
Qin Lishi only felt a haze in his heart.

Could it be that the Academy of Arts also thought it was the Northern Expedition? !

Looking at this article again, Qin Lishi didn't appreciate it at all, only anger and disgust remained.

But no matter how angry he was, he had no choice but to carry the disgust in his heart, change the score, and give some points, otherwise, he would not get a point for the article that could attract the movement of Wenqu stele.

It is bound to arouse the disgust of those old-fashioned scholars who came out of the Academy of Arts.

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The next day, dawn.

Birds and birds call clear, invade Xiao Xiao and peep at the eaves.

An Le ended his night of visualization as usual, and his body and mind were almost overflowing.

Walking to the courtyard, he began to practice the ancient demons and five birds. In the three days in the Chunwei examination room, he had never practiced the ancient demons and five birds. An Le only felt uncomfortable.

A quick fight with the ancient demons and five animals, the demonic energy, energy, blood, and spirit are intertwined. There are faint shadows of monsters and tigers roaring the galaxy, and some are fierce like mountains standing still.

As the rehearsal intensified, An Le's control over the vision of the ancient demon became more and more profound.

After some rehearsals, An Le changed into white clothes, took the ink pool and green hills, packed his bags, and left to join Chunwei again.

Under the clear sky, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms exude fragrance. On both sides of the road, there are green trees, and young people step up the stone steps to the Wenyuan.

For the remaining two spring sessions, there were no disturbances. As far as Anle was concerned, there was not much change from the first session. On the first day, he did the questions normally, and in the next two days, he practiced cross-legged and visualized the sword waterfall.

I don't know if it's the atmosphere of spring or what the reason is, An Le visualized the sword waterfall in the house, and only felt that his mind was soaring, almost as if he had stepped into perfection.

When the spring was completely over, An Le walked out of the house with the Qingshan Mochi on her waist.

The warm sun projected down from the gap between the peach blossoms, and An Le squinted her eyes, unconsciously feeling a bit relieved.

Chunwei is too important to everyone in the world. It is an opportunity to leap into the dragon's gate. Everyone's nerves are tense. Now that it is finally over, there is a sense of relaxation and comfort like a fish entering the sea.

Candidates in twos and threes left the academy together, got into the carriage, or went back to prepare a banquet to invite friends to have a drink, or went to the Zuixiang Building to celebrate, or planned to go to the Linhua Pavilion to savor the tenderness.

However, for many candidates who want to hit the list of Jinshi, the spring is not over yet, and there is still a test for cultivation.

On the second day, An Le only came to Qingshan Mochi with a sword, and then entered the Academy of Arts, but there was a lot less hustle and bustle.

As far as An Le could see, those who came to take the exam today were all practitioners, and they all had the spirit of time rippling on their bodies.

An Le, who hadn't collected the Qi of the years for many days, did not hesitate to collect twenty wisps into the account without hesitation, and it was also blessed in the column of "Eternal Talents" Dao Fruit.

Recently, An Leshou has picked up the years of time in twos and threes, all of which are added to the talents of the ages to enhance his own talent and potential.

Unknowingly [Eternal Talent] the time energy blessed by the Dao fruit has reached 82 strands, which is almost a hundred strands.

An Le was quite calm about this.

I came to a green lawn in the Academy of Arts. As the last performance of Chunxi, the assessment was specially set up for practitioners. Naturally, all the practitioners gathered here were practitioners.

Many practitioners knew each other and had a good time talking together. These people were wearing Confucian shirts, and they seemed to be very familiar with the Academy of Arts.

"They are the geniuses on the Wenqu list of the Academy of Arts, and they are destined to be a group of people who will be ranked in the top list."

Beside Anle, someone spoke hoarsely, and turned around to see a young man in civilian clothes with a big knife on his back. The man had the iron-blooded smell of a frontier fighter.

"Xiongtai should be the well-known Master An in Lin'an, right?" The young man clasped his fists proudly and said.

Anle smiled, bowed in return: "Chongzhou Anle."

"Looking at the black sword on your waist, you can basically guess the identity of Mr. An. I never thought that Mr. An is so young. I heard about the fact that you defeated Wang Qinhe of the Wang family on the West Lake. My heart is full of excitement."

The young man grinned, with a bit of fire in his eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet Han Shi in Cangzhou," the young man clasped his fists.

Cangzhou... the area where the Canglang River is located?
From the army?
As if he had guessed what An Le was thinking, Han Shi said with a smile: "Indeed, I am Chunwei who joined the army as a member of the army. There are also educated people in the army."

An Le smiled and found this person interesting, so he started chatting with Han Shi.

"Those Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list of the Academy of Arts must have recognized you, but they deliberately ignored you. Since ancient times, literati have looked down on each other, and it is indeed reasonable."

"The Confucian scholars on the Wenqubang are very proud. I have heard of it in the army."

Han Shi glanced at the distance and gathered together, as if the literati and scholars who isolated Anle and Han Shi.

"Master An is well-known in Lin'an. If they can pass this spring and beat Master An, they will naturally become famous in one battle." Han Shi glanced at An Le with a relaxed expression, and said.

An Le didn't take it seriously: "If I am overwhelmed, it means that my skills are not as good as others, and they have the right to be famous."

Hearing this, Han Shi couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "Domineering and free and easy, you deserve to be the master An who can beat Wang Qinhe hard."

"Wenqu Bang'an should be quite unfamiliar to everyone. It is a list ranked internally by the Academy of Arts. It means that the goal of those on the list is to arouse literary spirit on the Wenqu stele, which is quite notarial."

An Le heard the words and couldn't help asking Han Shi curiously about the Wenqu List and the Wenqu Stele.

Han Shi is also bold and straightforward, knowing everything and saying everything.

On the tip of the sun.

"when--"

A crisp sound, the ringing of the bell, represented the opening of Chun Wei's last practice assessment.

On the green grass lawn, someone floated over, besides the official of the Ministry of Rites who was responsible for recording Chunwei's achievements, there was also an old man.

The old man was dressed in a Confucian shirt with his hands behind his back. His whole body was extremely scholarly, and his eyes were deep, as if they contained a starlight. Just standing there, he seemed to have learned a lot.

"Second Master."

Talented scholars and Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list have practiced student rituals one after another.

An Le and Han Shi, as well as many practitioners who came to take the exam from other places, also bowed to each other.

There are three masters in the Academy of Arts, each of them is a very famous Confucian, and they are all existences with extremely powerful cultivation bases. They are the same as the Wukui of the Wu Temple, with a respected status and a pillar.

The second master, Pang Ji, glanced around kindly and wisely, and finally fell on An Le. He was very interested in this young man who called out the program of "expelling the barbarians and restoring China" in the article.

Looking back, the second master Pang Ji smiled and said: "The three Chunwei written exams are over, and you are only short of today's cultivation test before the entrance hall."

"The test of cultivation after the last Chunwei was set by the Martial Temple. This time it is set by the Academy of Arts. I hope everyone will take it seriously."

After the second master finished speaking, he turned around and let everyone follow him.

Everyone followed the Second Master respectfully and silently, and walked to the depths of the Academy of Arts.

The students on the Wenqu list were all puzzled, because they found that this was in the direction of the Wenqu stele, a sacred object of the Academy of Arts. Could it be that this cultivation base assessment is related to the Wenqu stele?

Sure enough, when you walk through the secluded path, you will suddenly see a dense bamboo forest with peach petals pouring from the peach trees on both sides, and you can hear the waves of the bamboo sea in the wind. The wordless stele.

The sun was pouring down, and the stele seemed to reflect the vast starlight like the night.

Looking at the stele, An Le felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility, as if he felt a surging flow of words, and the ink pool at his waist trembled slightly, as if he couldn't bear the whistling.

"This is the Wenqu stele... I never thought that I, Han Shi, could actually see the Wenqu stele in my lifetime. It is an eye-opener. No matter how many generals want to see the Wenqu stele, they will be spit on by the Confucian scholars of the Wenyuan." The gathered river is blocked outside."

Han Shi, who was beside An Le, was amazed, and his eyes were shining.

However, after watching it for a while, I lost interest: "It's not as domineering as the Wukui stone from our Wu Temple."

As soon as the words were finished, several Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list stared at him, as if they stared at this disrespectful person with their eyes.

An Le smiled, but didn't say much. When it comes to domineering, it is indeed not as good as Wu Kuishi. Wu Kuishi has been poured with blood from the hearts of Wu Kui in the past, which is not bad, but the mystery of this Wenqu stele is more restrained.

"The Martial Temple has the assessment rules of the Martial Temple, and the Academy of Arts follows the rules of the Academy of Arts."

"There is a bamboo grove in front of the Wenqu stele. Call the sun to ask the heart sea. Crossing the sea of ​​inquiry and approaching the Wenqu stele is the test of cultivation. The ranking will be calculated according to the distance between you. It has to be combined with your essay test scores."

The second master Pang Ji smiled lightly.

As soon as the words fell, the uproar came from the mouths of the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list.

Ask Xinlin, it is notoriously difficult to walk, if you enter the forest, you will be lost in the forest, and it will be difficult to move even an inch.

But if you can visit the Forest of Questions, the farther you walk in the Forest of Questions, the more benefits you will have, and it will be of great help to the baptism and clarity of your mind.

There is a clear division of labor in the martial arts temple for body training and the literary academy for god training.

Wenxinlin is the place where the Academy of Arts refines its gods.

Therefore, the fact that Wen Xinlin was used in the assessment this time has indeed aroused the confusion and doubts of many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu List. After all, for them, walking in Wen Xinlin naturally has a great advantage. The students of Wenqubang have all been to Wenxinlin, and they have detailed experience in the rhythm, route and even some details.

Isn't the master's move a proper direction?

"This is a decision I made after discussing with the doctor and the third teacher."

"Everyone, if you are ready, you can enter the forest at any time, and the final ranking will be calculated according to the distance from the Wenqu stele where you stopped."

The second master smiled kindly.

"Here."

The students on the Wenqu list, as well as the candidates from all over the country, all clasped their fists and bowed in response.

Then one by one looked at the emerald green bamboo sea, the sun was shining from the blue sky, through the mottled bamboo leaves, it was like splashing gold on the ground.

The students of Wenqubang were all excited.

The masters are so obviously biased, so naturally they can't fall into the reputation of the Academy of Arts.

A student of Wenqubang, with his head held high and his chest high, was so confident that he stepped towards the bamboo forest, stood outside the bamboo forest, and began to release his mind to outline the route and plan for walking in the forest.

However, they are still planning the route.

There was an extremely excited sword chant resounding from the side, and an ink-colored sword shadow flew out quickly, like an ink line slashing across white paper. Bamboo leaves diffused into the forest of asking hearts.

An Le felt a little helpless, and smiled apologetically at Han Shi beside him, and the stunned Wenqubang students in the distance.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the green mountains are worn on the waist.

Take a step into the depths of the bamboo shadows.

This well-known Master An in Lin'an didn't even do any mental detection or route planning for Wen Xinlin.

Confucian scholars on the Wenqubang first entered the forest!

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