The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

The others were all dressed in white robes, holding folding fans, and looked like scholars.

Only Jiang Ming was wearing a tight black warrior suit with a long knife pinned to his waist.

In terms of appearance, Jiang Ming is already considered a handsome young man.

But at this time, compared with the candidates around him, he was just set off as a muscular man.

When the candidates saw Jiang Ming, they all frowned secretly and hid away like flies.

Those disgusting little eyes almost wrote the word "vulgar" on his face.

From the beginning to the end, only one stranger took the initiative to talk to Jiang Ming.

Or because of a misunderstanding.

"Brother, from the look of your clothes, you should be from the Tang Dynasty. Could it be that you are Li Bai, who is both poetic and swordsman!?"

"Sorry, you misidentified the person, I am not Li Bai."

Jiang Ming explained with a smile.

The man immediately changed his face, snorted coldly and walked away.

"I'll go, is the intellectual circle so realistic now?"

Jiang Ming smiled wryly in his heart.

After waiting for about half an hour, ten examiners finally entered the venue.

Six men and four women, most of them are old men with gray hair.

Instead, the youngest woman sat in the first place.

About thirty or so, the appearance is above average, not very beautiful but very charming.

Like Jiang Ming's English teacher in junior high school.

"Su Yu."

Jiang Ming read her name softly.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Su Yu's eyes were always looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Everyone be quiet."

At the examiner's table, Su Yu spoke, her voice was as beautiful as her name.

The whole examination room fell silent in an instant.

Among the more than 100 candidates present, apart from Jiang Ming, none of them knew the name of Su Yu, the number one poetess in mainland China.

She is a senior who became famous earlier than Tang Li Bai.

"The temple assessment has officially started. Please follow the serial number on the admission ticket to participate in the assessment."

"Number One, Liu Chang!"

As Su Yu's voice fell, a man stepped forward.

"This poem is for the beautiful examiner Su Yu."

Liu Chang blinked greasyly, opened the fan with a bang, and fanned it pretendingly.

While walking, he recited a poem he wrote: "The sun is shining in the sky, and the beauty of thousands of caves is wonderful. The examiner is kind-hearted, and the high score is good."

"what???"

Jiang Ming was completely dumbfounded when he heard this.

Isn't this a jingle that I said for fun when I was a child, and it is also worthy of being called a poem?

Is this still a famous scholar?

It has long been known that there is a gap between the cultural level of the King's Continent and the earth, but the gap is too big.

It can't even be called a gap, it should be called a natural moat.

What made Jiang Ming even more speechless was that several candidates around him began to comment seriously.

"Well, this poem is not bad. One or two lines of Zhao and Miao rhyme very well, but it's a pity that the three or four lines of Shanhehao are not suitable."

"I think so too. Generally speaking, it's at the upper-middle level."

Jiang Ming's eyeballs almost fell to the ground, and he complained wildly in his heart.

This is a well-known scholar from which corner, is their average prenatal education?

Fortunately, the ten judges are still of a certain level and did not give high marks.

Two four points, seven three points, one two points, a total of 39 points.

The two points with the lowest score were written by Su Yu.

"Next, No. [-] Li Zheng!"

"Number three!"

"Number Four!"

. . .

Candidates came forward one by one, and most of the poems they made were similar to rhyming jingles.

Occasionally there are a few that are slightly better, and they sound a bit like it.

Jiang Ming has been paying attention to the marks of several examiners.

It was found that Su Yu's scoring was extremely strict, and among dozens of candidates, none of them could get more than five points in her hands.

That is to say, in her mind, the poems of these people are not qualified.

Those candidates who didn't get high marks were naturally very dissatisfied with this, and muttered softly.

"This Su Yu is going too far. Co-authoring our poems is considered unpopular in her eyes."

"That's right, why should a woman be so arrogant."

"Isn't he just born a few years earlier? What kind of cow is that?"