The strongest collapse system

Chapter 941 Hundred Saints Sing Together
"Uh, that young man is the concubine son of Grand Master Hong Xuanji, and his name is..."

Before the companion could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a man surnamed Zhu: "Let me tell you, it really is the officials who protect each other, and there are trees in the court to enjoy the shade!"

The words were filled with sourness.

"...Hong Yi, who also won the top prize in this spring's martial arts competition, heard that his martial arts has reached the realm of martial arts master." Ju Ren, who was traveling with him, finally finished speaking.

Juren surnamed Zhu instantly became mute, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

He is not an idiot, and he naturally knows that although the Wu champion is not as good as the Wenju champion, it is still very important.

And what’s even more terrifying is that the other party is also a Martial Saint!
The Saint of Martial Arts is the pillar of the imperial court and the best master in the world.

The soldiers who searched him obviously recognized Hong Yi, and they didn't dare to touch him all over his body as carefully as they did with other people. They just patted his chest, back, arms, and legs. The check is completed.

The process was so quick that the other candidates were blown away.

This is indeed a "privilege", and Hong Yi doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

"I have made great contributions to great cadres, and I have never been guilty of enjoying such treatment." Hong Yi felt calm in his heart, and walked into the tribute courtyard with his head held high.

In fact, Hong Yi is nothing. The one who really enjoys the privilege is the great literary master Xie Wenyuan from the two states and fifteen provinces.

When this Grandmaster Xie entered the examination room, not only did he not search his body, but he was personally helped by officials from the Ministry of Rites to enter the Tribute Court.

I heard that it was originally planned to let him enter the Tribute Court in advance, so as not to be disturbed by the outside environment, but Mr. Xie declined politely, saying that he wanted to avoid suspicion and maintain fairness.

More than 9000 candidates have entered the examination one after another.

Each Juren was assigned a small room, in which rue was burned. This kind of rue has the effect of killing insects and flies, clearing away heat and detoxifying. Smelling this fragrance will help you get twice the result with half the effort when reading and writing.

Usually, when the children of rich families go to school, they burn this kind of spice.

This time, the Chunwei Examination unexpectedly prepared this kind of spice in the examination room, which cost a lot of money. Obviously, the imperial court carefully planned this examination and spent a lot of effort.

Hong Yi looked around, then sat in the cell, closed his eyes and kept calm, calmed down, killed distracting thoughts, and sensed the surroundings.

There are three nine-day exams for this exam. There are seven essays, as well as strategies and poems. During this period, the entire Gongyuan will be sealed off, and the door will not be opened. Even if someone dies inside, the door cannot be opened.

Soon, the exam questions were handed out by the officials of each room. Hong Yi took a look and saw that there were only two words "Confucius said".

This is the title of the first article.

when!when!when!
Three clear bells rang throughout the Gongyuan.

The Chunwei test has finally begun.

"Mom, I have finally reached this point. I have been studying hard for more than ten years, just for today!"

Hong Yi glanced at the title, smiled slightly, and was not in a hurry to write. Instead, he began to polish the ink.

With his martial arts skills, he can instantly melt the ink away with just a few random moves, but he grinds it in an extremely slow motion, just like those old masters.

After a while, the ink was finally polished. Hong Yi still did not start writing immediately. Instead, he sat quietly for a while and closed his eyes.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes.

This ray of light, like the light of a sword, cuts off all distracting thoughts, and the soul enters a state of great peace where no waves are stirring.

"The method of reading, sitting quietly, and cutting off distracting thoughts with one sword that my mother taught me is really wonderful." Hong Yi suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the pen and wrote two words on the paper.

"ordinary man"!
Then, he changed his pen and continued to write: "A common man can be a teacher for hundreds of generations, and one word can become a law for the world!"

The tone is majestic and vivid on the page.

Suddenly, these words began to burst out with rays of light, as if they were coming to life.Hong Yi frowned slightly and hurriedly sent out a thought to seal the entire cell so as not to alarm others.

This is for the sake of fairness.

With his terrifying foundation and knowledge accumulation, the words he writes and the articles he writes are no longer ordinary knowledge, but transcendent classics.

Even if it is used to create a school and a sacred place for martial arts, it is not impossible.

Such an article will inevitably have visions, and may even disturb the statue of the saint and affect other exams.Now it is the National Grand Ceremony, if because of the vision of my article, it affects the country's selection of talents and the imperial examination that increases the country's fortune, it is not beautiful.

After completely isolating the room from the wider world, Hong Yi felt that his literary thoughts were flowing and he couldn't stop writing at all.

"... Mencius said: 'I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring Qi.' This is Qi, which resides in the ordinary and is blocked between heaven and earth. In the sky, it is stars, on the ground, it is rivers and mountains, in the dark, it is ghosts and gods, and in the bright, it is complex. As a person..."

"...Man can do anything, but God does not tolerate falsehood. Wisdom can deceive princes, but not dolphins and fish; strength can win the world, but cannot win the hearts of ordinary people..."

While Hong Yi was writing furiously, his entire spiritual temperament and thoughts were slowly condensing and did not spread outward.

But, gradually, the words under the pen began to fly.

It is really "flying".

After each ink character was born, it seemed to come alive, with its own soul, and then jumped into the air and began to dance, like dragons flying, forming pieces of brilliant articles, infinite golden awns, infinite The essence of Chinese culture exudes.

If Hong Yi hadn't been prepared and sealed the cell, this golden glow of energy would have erupted into the sky long ago.

At this time, Hong Yi could no longer care about this strange scene. He completely integrated his mind into the composition.

Every time he wrote a word, his thoughts seemed to be baptized.

Snapped!
Finally, he finished writing the last word and picked up the pen suddenly.

Boom!

A huge and suppressed energy rushed out in an instant and hit the seal of the cell. There was a clicking sound. The seal could not bear it and was about to break.

You know, this is the seal formed by the mind and soul of the master of the five-level thunder tribulation.

The sealed room at this moment is like a small world like Qiankun Budai, extremely strong, but even so, it still cannot withstand the impact of Hong Yi's article and is about to shatter.

"The Great Barrier of the Mandala of Light and Darkness!"

After Hong Yi finished his article, not only did he not feel tired, but he was in high spirits and extremely excited, and then he used his own tyrannical sealing technique.

Two thoughts spewed out between his brows, one soul thought turned into Taoist Xuantian, and the other turned into the past Amitabha Buddha.

At this moment, if anyone can see the faces of these two gods and Buddhas, they will be able to find that they look more and more like Wang Fan, almost indistinguishable.

Bang!
Taoist Xuantian, Amitabha Buddha collided violently in the past and turned into a Dharma altar that looks like a lotus flower, not a lotus flower, like a mandala, but not a mandala.

This is the combination of the strongest sealing Taoism of Xuantian Pavilion and Dachan Temple to create the Great Barrier of Light and Dark Embryozog.

As soon as this altar appeared, it suppressed the paper that Hong Yi had just finished writing.

Then, it blended in, just like rainwater falling into the river and sea, leaving no trace.

After the light and dark mandala enchantment was integrated, the mutation happened immediately.

All the words jumped back to Hong Yi's paper one by one, and then fell silent. The golden light disappeared, the glory was no longer, it was just an ordinary examination paper.

(End of this chapter)