Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

The rain falls on the Yuanyang tiles in Catalpa Ping, accompanied by soft sounds.

The cool spring breeze carries a chill and blows in the simple dormitory, making one's body feel cold and goosebumps appear.

After preliminary reading, Anle was already somewhat confident about the first test question in Chunwei, but the last question made him frown.

The Northern Expedition or not... This question actually appeared in the Chunwei exam questions. When the candidates answer this question, they are not answering the question, it can even be said to be a statement of position.

"In the Qin Prime Minister's Unified Examination, this question...could it be the question asked by Prime Minister Qin?"

Anle chuckled lightly and shook his head, probably making a rough guess about this.

I slowly cleared up the thoughts on this question in my mind. In fact, for Anle, the answer to this question was almost ready to come out.

And this answer will definitely not be appreciated by the person who asked the question, and it may even be given a zero mark by the person who asked the question.

Therefore, Anle needs to get all the points he deserves from other places. This is the safest way. If he discards a big question and gets all the other points, he can steadily reach the top list of Jinshi.

After sharpening the ink, I dipped my pen in my hand and began to write the questions on the paper.

Perhaps because of his practice, his memory has improved a lot. All the books he has read are imprinted in his mind. Whether it is the original reading memory of this body or the reading memory from time-travel, they all come to mind.

Dyeing ink and writing on snow-white paper, recalling softly in a rustling voice, like a person dragging his legs and feet in the desert, outlining and leaving various traces.

In the first session of Chunwei, the content of the test was very complicated. Books such as "Li Yan", "Holy Language", "Xing Jing", "Demon Theory" and so on were all included in the test scope.

"Dangdanghu, the people have no name; Weiweihu, it has success, Huanhu has articles."

For example, this question comes from a famous passage in "Holy Language". The question is quite satisfactory and is a partial question. After thinking about it for a while, Anle figured out its meaning: The sages are so great that people can't think of words to praise them. His achievements were so outstanding that they were like rays of light shining in all directions.

When answering the question, you should first praise the educational achievements of the ancient sages, name what the sages have done to benefit the people, and which talents they have used, and then express your determination to learn from the sages and sages to do things that benefit the people and serve the people. Big business and so on.

There are actually many such questions, and it mainly depends on the review questions.

For example, there is a question with a very simple title: "Water, fire, metal, wood, earth, and grain are all cultivated."

This is a question from "Xing Jing". You need to examine the question carefully. It seems to be a simple question, but in fact, the solution to the question is quite complicated. Water can irrigate, fire can cook, metal can cut, and wood can The soil can be planted, the grain can be nourished, and it is the six mansions, which are the natural birth of heaven and earth to nurture all living things.

Therefore, we have another idea, virtue is good governance, and government is to support the people. The government of sages is to help the people handle and arrange the six governments well, so that the weather is smooth, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, then it is only repair. After solving the problem, it will naturally be very good. Good answer.

An Le dipped his pen in ink and wrote on roll paper. He did not use Banqiao style, but the font of Zhengerbajing, which was neat and clear.

Dividing the rolls is quite important.

Each question is actually a test of the candidates by the question maker, a process of secret competition, and even hidden thoughts of the question maker.

There are many questions where the question maker only excerpts a short paragraph and then asks the candidates to answer. If they have not read the full text or even recited the full text silently, it is easy to get the wrong answer.

For example, one title reads: "The endowment is 'knowledge of scholars' first tools' and the word 'wen'."

This question is extremely insidious. It hides the stem of the second half of the question. The original sentence is "Science first understands instruments and then literature and art." If you don't know the full sentence, you may answer in the wrong direction, leaving the examiner with a unclear question. impression.

Doing the questions was a process of intrigue, but with Anle's current mental strength, it didn't feel too strenuous.

In the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, the sword furnace contains the sonorous sword energy.

Even in the process of doing the questions again and again, the mind gradually grows stronger. Doing the questions is also a way to rest the mind. There is even a spirit of calligraphy and ink permeating the air, which is absorbed by the ink pool at the waist.

The ink pond is the sword of the fragrance of books. The incense in the paintings and the incense in the books can both improve the quality of the ink pond.

Unconsciously, time passed by like sand between fingers.

As night falls, the spring rain pours, and in the examination room of the College of Liberal Arts, the lamps prepared by the candidates are lit one after another, like sparks in the dark night, and there is a hazy atmosphere.

Heavy curtains cover the lights.

The wind is uncertain, but people are still at first, and tomorrow the peach blossoms should be all over the path.

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When the questions were distributed, the outside world also got the specific test questions.

In many noble houses, there are already Confucian scholars analyzing and answering the test questions. After some candidates leave the examination room, they can check the answers so that they have a clear idea.

Of course, more mansions are just out of curiosity about the test questions.

Lin Mansion, Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

Li Youan, Fourth Master Lin and Mrs. Hua were chatting. The three of them were admiring the spring rainy night on the waterside pavilion. They looked at some distinctive questions on the papers by the light of candlelight.

"Five hundred years have passed since the great Zhao Dynasty moved to the south. Emperor Yuan Meng is still angry and has conquered thousands of miles. He has countless powerful generals under his command. Question: On the subject of the Northern Expedition or not."

Mrs. Hua lazily recited the title of the question.

In the Tianbo Water Pavilion, a slightly playful chuckle suddenly came out.

"Sure enough, it's a question that only Prime Minister Qin can ask."

Li Youan sneered and shook his head.

"This question is obviously a question about differentiating one's position. You don't have to think about Anle's question, you won't get a single point."

Li Youan took a sip of tea in the dark of night and said.

Fourth Master Lin's eyes also flashed with a hint of speechlessness, he shook his head and sighed softly.

"Given everyone's temperament, this question will definitely give the answer to the Northern Expedition. You can see his spirit in the picture of the galloping horse, and he has received the Qingshan gift from his predecessors. If you choose to follow the question and advocate giving up the Northern Expedition and maintain the current situation, then It’s really ridiculous.”

"Low eyebrows and bent waists are not the An family's style."

Fourth Master Lin said confidently.

Li Youan and Mrs. Hua naturally understand this truth.

"Now it seems that Anle can't even enter the palace examination..."

Mrs. Hua pursed her red lips and couldn't help but say.

In the Tianbo Water Pavilion, the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Li Youan held the hot tea in his hands, drank lightly and smiled: "That's not necessarily the case. It's easy to take the test before entering the palace. Apart from this big question, just answer all the other questions correctly. It's not a difficult task."

Fourth Master Lin glanced sideways at Li Youan, "You are the number one scholar, are you amazing?"

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For ordinary scholars and scholars, they need to rest late at night and have enough energy before they can continue to answer questions tomorrow.

But for practitioners, if the mind is full of energy and shines like the blazing sun, the mind can be clear without sleep.

It was late at night, and Anle was still answering questions.

Except for the big question about the Northern Expedition, the other questions were not difficult for Anle. His predecessor was able to obtain the title of Juren at the age of eighteen, and he was certainly good at learning. After Anle practiced, his memory became even better. profound.

A lot of knowledge and many questions are engraved in his mind. When he thinks about it, like the petals of a peach blossom blown by the spring breeze, the answers are recorded on the peach blossom. He only needs to twist a peach blossom petal and copy the answer on it.

The first session of Chunwei lasted for three days, but Anle only had one day to answer all the questions.

Finally, Anle turned to the last big question, "On whether to launch the Northern Expedition or not."

His eyes fell on it and he stared at it for a long time.

Nowadays, among the Zhao royal family, there are actually many people who advocate the Northern Expedition, but most of them are martial generals, such as General Ye Longsheng, Wu Kui Di Zang and other strong men.

However, most of the Confucian scholars in the Academy of Arts were unwilling to engage in the Northern Expedition. They believed that the Northern Expedition was not just a matter for military generals, but a matter for all the people in the world. If the Northern Expedition were to start, it would definitely waste people and money, and break the prosperity that had been created for five hundred years. This also became the issue for the Academy of Arts. An important reason for the dispute with Wu Temple that has become increasingly fierce for 500 years.

Reasons such as positions, orthodoxy, opinions, etc. directly led to the intensification of conflicts between the two, and they continued to compete with each other.

Anle held his chin in one hand, bathed in candlelight, and began to think deeply. For him, this question actually already had the answer.

Zhao Huang has been migrating south for five hundred years. The prosperity has been like a dream and has eroded the soul. It has long wiped out the fighting spirit of many people and has forgotten the heroic and extremely tragic move to the south. But peace and happiness are different. He once watched Zhao Huangting During the golden years, I witnessed that tragedy with my own eyes.

He had seen military generals weeping blood and howling unwillingly, he had seen civil and military officials kneeling on the ship's deck, crying and blaming themselves facing their homeland, and he had also seen someone so angry that he picked up a broken bamboo sword and killed Emperor Yuanmeng, the most powerful emperor in the world.

Just like the saying that only the ambition to eat the meat of Huns when hungry and the blood of Huns when thirsty can relieve the resentment in the heart.

As the Prime Minister of Qin strongly opposed the Northern Expedition, since he raised this topic, the purpose was self-evident, which was to screen and beat.

Anle knew very well that he probably wouldn't get many points for this question.

In this case, there is no point in answering carefully, why not answer freely, write freely and express your heart!

At the thought of this, An Le's lips couldn't help but twitch.

My mind was slightly excited. I filled my pen with ink, pondered for a while, and then started writing in the blank space of the title:

"Since ancient times, emperors have ruled the world, and they have always lived in the middle to control the barbarians, and the barbarians have lived outside to serve the Chinese. It has never been heard of the barbarians living in the middle to control the world..."

After the opening chapter, Anle's eyes were bright, and he became more and more excited as he read. Going north of the Canglang River, he saw so many generals weeping and bleeding, and he felt unwilling to do so.

"The fate of the heavens circulates, the energy of the middle earth is strong, and among the billions of trillions, a saint will be born to drive away the barbarians, restore the middle earth, establish the principles and disciplines, and save the people..."

"God must order our people in the Middle Earth to keep them in peace. How can the barbarians be governed? We are afraid that the Middle Earth will be polluted and smelly for a long time, and the people will be disturbed. Therefore, we should work hard to clear out the barbarians and eliminate the riots. "

The central idea of ​​the article is to drive out the Tartars and restore China!

Advocate for the Northern Expedition!

Outside the house.

In the dead of night, the spring rain came suddenly, and a heavy rain suddenly came. The rain fell like the wrath of the sky, hitting the world, and peach blossoms fell all over the mountain!

An Le was writing in a hurry, feeling the sound of the rainstorm filling his ears, like the roar of thousands of troops.

The scene of watching the old man's gold flowing over time all appeared before his eyes, and the emotions such as lamenting, roaring, crying and so on on the Canglang River all came to his mind, forming clouds and flowing lightning behind them, causing thunderous explosions!

Anyway, I just let go of writing, and Anle doesn’t feel any psychological burden at all.

Prime Minister of Qin?

I love you?

This article even has a vague meaning of propaganda, and its ambition is as heroic as the blazing sun melting the snow on the mountain!

The pen fell in the storm, and the writing was filled with tears of ghosts and gods!

The heavy rain this night seemed to echo the article in the Anle volume!

The rich aura of calligraphy and ink surged out, and the sword furnace between Anle's brows seemed to be trembling constantly when he was writing this article. The sword aura kept clanging according to his heart.

The heavy rain outside the house is like a waterfall of swords, constantly echoing the Anle Meijian Sword Furnace, growing stronger and sonorous, almost ready to burst out.

The ink pool on the waist was trembling, and suddenly it floated up. The sword light was diffuse in the room, and it was the ink pool that was passing by.

The energy of calligraphy and ink continues to blend into Mochi, causing Mochi's rank to continue to improve, vaguely reaching the fifth rank!

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In the Wenyuan, the paths in the forest lead directly to the thatched cottage.

Under the thatched cottage, the charcoal stove was boiling water, and the heat was rising.

The third wife was sitting under the eaves, with wrinkles on her old face, watching the increasingly heavy rain, and there seemed to be a bit of chilling hidden in every drop of rain.

The Third Master stood up, his scholar's shirt was instantly soaked by the spring rain. He stretched out his hand to pick up a raindrop, staring at the raindrops with his cloudy eyes, feeling that there was actually a bit of calligraphy and writing hidden in the raindrops.

"Is it because of Chunwei?"

"It doesn't look like it. Someone is writing a chilling article..."

The third wife narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly, the third wife suddenly looked into the depths of the academy, with a flash of light in her eyes.

Taking one step forward, the noisy and majestic rainstorm was suddenly cut into two halves, like a curtain opening.

Deep in the academy, there is a monument without words.

The third wife floated over, a piece of Confucian shirt fluttering in the wind.

Not only him, there was also a figure walking in the rain, wearing a Confucian shirt. It was Pang Ji, his second wife, who he had shared the ink bamboo painting with before.

"Second Master."

A smile appeared in Sanfuzi's eyes, and he couldn't help but bow when he saw it.

The Second Master also responded with a salute.

However, just as the two of them finished bowing, their minds moved and they couldn't help but look in one direction, where the wind and rain seemed to have solidified, and the sound of footsteps slowly came.

A rickety old figure walked in the rain, as if he had shrunk into an inch.

It looks like he is dying, but his mind is filled with majestic energy, as if a single thought can cause countless showers to flow back to heaven.

"Master."

When the third wife, Wang Banshan, and the second wife, Pang Ji, saw this, they couldn't help but be surprised. They never thought that this evening would actually cause the great lady to leave the house.

The old Confucian scholar walked up to the two of them and bowed in return. The three old men said nothing and all looked at the wordless Wenqu tablet standing deep in the courtyard.

"You all noticed that the Wenqu Monument moved?"

The doctor's voice was hoarse and he spoke slowly.

"The Wenqu Stele is the most precious treasure of our literary college. It is as significant as the Wu Kui Stone in the Martial Temple. On weekdays, the talented scholars on the Wenqu List will bring their favorite articles to read in front of the Wenqu Stele. Except for Li Youan and Na Shan Lord Su Zhanxian caused the Wenqu Monument to move, but it never moved again..."

Pang Ji, the second wife, frowned and thought: "Perhaps it was during this spring that a talented person appeared and wrote an article that was recognized by the Wenqu Monument, which caused the Wenqu Monument to move."

The third wife, Wang Banshan, stroked his beard, his eyes flashing with thought.

The doctor raised his hand and gently picked the stele of literary works. A wisp of literary energy seemed to escape from it and linger on his fingertips.

"There's no point in guessing. I'll just wait and see. An article that can move the Wenqu Monument is still somewhat anticipated."

The three masters suddenly smiled.

The next moment, the heavy rain parted the curtains, and the three of them stepped out, following the direction of the erratic wisp of literary energy.

Unknowingly, the three of them broke through the curtain of rain and arrived in front of a dormitory without any sound, and looked up.

Then he looked inside the house...

The corners of the young man's lips are flying, he writes quickly, and the ink pool is flying.

The mind is overflowing with ambition, and the sword energy fills the universe!