The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

"Why so urgent?"

"You don't understand, sometimes..." Jiang Zhixia was carrying her baggage, and as soon as she left the gate, Liu Mosi came back.

Their eyes met, Liu Mosi was anxious and angry when she saw her like this, "Leaving Xiliang~~~ world on horseback..."

"Sister, we haven't left the village yet."

"You actually ran away behind my back!?" Liu Mosi couldn't believe it, as if he had been betrayed.

"No, I want to wait for you. But... Lu Chennian can't wait to get on the road. Really, I don't know what young people are so anxious about nowadays." Jiang Zhixia pushed out Lu Chennian, "Go and explain to senior sister. Say what’s on your mind.”

Lu Chen young coughed, "I'm just following the master's orders..."

"Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu, I regard you as my own junior sister, but you regard me as my cousin!?" Liu Mosi held her back, fearing that she would run away: "Wait for me, I will go with you."

"No, no, no, no, no, senior sister." Jiang Zhixia wanted to break free from her shackles, "Just come to Xihuang Mountain to find me on the seventh day of February. It's more important that you treat animals for local villagers and give breeding lectures. It will be hard to travel with us, then I don’t know where they are…”

"I know where they are!" Liu Mosi dragged her back to the hut, closed the door, and quickly packed her things. "I listened to you and have brought out several apprentices. If any animals in the nearby villages get sick in the future, someone else will take care of it. And I originally planned to change places, but now it’s just right for me to go with you.”

"And those mythical beasts..."

"I've already arranged them for the few days you were asleep, so you don't have to worry." Liu Mosi packed up her things soon and set off on the road with Jiang Zhixia.

Jiang Zhixia walked at the back with a sad look on her face.

Lu Chennian was puzzled and asked her what was wrong.

She said sadly: "One more person, how much more food and accommodation will it cost..."

Lu Chennian: I don’t need to ask.

According to Liu Mosi, she received news that the second senior sister was in Yanmen City a year ago. Jiang Zhixia had a headache hearing this.

Yanmen City is more than a star and a half away from here. It used to fly over in the blink of an eye, but now... let's go!

But it would be more lively if there was one more person, and Liu Mosi would sing a song from time to time, so it was a lot of fun along the way.

On this day, the three of them came to Sangzhou.

Sangzhou is not a wealthy place, but because of this, there is a Yueyang Academy that is famous far and wide. Many court officials were students of this academy. Some people traveled thousands of miles to come here to study in order to gain fame and become officials in the court in the future.

This time is approaching autumn, and the four treasures of study are sold everywhere on the street. Students also gather together for "literary competition", or compete in memorizing and writing poems, or discuss current affairs, all related to the content of the exam. In competition, these people can also learn from each other. Therefore, this kind of competition often attracts many people to stop and watch.

Rooms are now in short supply, so Jiang Zhixia paid more to book two rooms. The three of them were sitting in the inn eating, and her heart was bleeding.

The students at the next tables suddenly started to make a noise. They got together to try it out on the spur of the moment and wrote a poem with the title "Snow".

Everyone took turns reading out their own poems, and some people applauded from time to time. The store was bustling with activity.

Jiang Zhixia, a person who loves to join in the fun, was so happy to see this scene that she even ate an extra bowl of rice.

"Why don't you call me Zhang Yaozu when I write poetry?"

The crowd of onlookers moved out of the way, and a young man dressed in sapphire blue satin walked over with a smile while waving a folding fan, followed by several servants.

Jiang Zhixia saw that the man was not tall, very bloated, walked awkwardly, and acted frivolously. He really did not look like a scholar.

When the students saw Zhang Yaozu arriving, although they looked disgusted, they still stood up to greet him.

"Everyone of the same age, I wonder what the title of the poem is?" Zhang Yaozu was very interested in poetry.

"Oh, it's titled 'Snow'. Mr. Zhang, do you have any ideas?"

Zhang Yaozu pulled up his sleeves, wrote four lines of poetry with a stroke of his pen. After he finished writing, he picked up the paper and blew on it, looked at his calligraphy, nodded with great satisfaction, and handed it to the servant behind him.

The servant took the paper and read aloud:

""Song of Snow"

Something is flying in the sky, and there are piles here and there.

Could it be that when the Emperor of Heaven built a golden palace, everyone was sifting lime. "

"hahahahahahahaha."

Jiang Zhixia was so happy that she couldn't stop laughing. After she finished laughing, she found that everyone in the audience was looking at her. Everyone was silent except for her sudden smile.

"Isn't it funny?" she asked Lu Chennian. The calmness of the people around her made her begin to doubt her own understanding.

Lu Chennian looked down upon something that wasn't even a limerick, and any emotion about it was an insult to him.

"Isn't it really funny?" she asked Liu Mosi again.

Liu Mosi lowered her voice and said sincerely: "At least they can rhyme. I've been studying for five hundred years and I haven't learned how to rhyme. It's pretty awesome. But when you say that, I think it's quite funny."

"no……"

"What are you happy about, girl?" Zhang Yaozu was very dissatisfied with Jiang Zhixia's reaction.

"I... our family has been sifting lime for generations. Later, the lime factory exploded due to improper operation..." Jiang Zhixia said casually: "This poem is very true and makes people tear up."

"Why do you enjoy making people cry?"

“It’s so sad that I laugh out loud.”

"Oh, Master, I knew your poetry writing skills were extraordinary. It's so realistic!" The servant behind Zhang Yaozu immediately praised him, making Zhang Yaozu feel happy.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang's poem is really good!"

"It's very impressive. I want to make a copy and take it home as a souvenir."

……

The onlookers were all praising, but Jiang Zhixia could tell that their tone of voice was stiff and not sincere. It seemed that they didn't want to offend Mr. Zhang.

While he was talking, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Mr. Yang, you are here too!"

Jiang Zhixia followed the sound and saw a tall, thin and plainly dressed man standing on the periphery of the crowd. Everyone invited him to compose a song.

He didn't hesitate and picked up his pen to compose a poem.

While he was writing, a student read at the side. Every time he recited a sentence, everyone shouted "Hello". When the whole poem was finished, the crowd burst into warm applause. This poem does not stick to rhyme and rhyme, it is majestic, bold and accurate in wording.

An ordinary mortal could have such a big heart, and Lu Chennian was also impressed by him.

Mr. Yang only nodded and smiled in response to the warm appreciation of others, without much ups and downs in his emotions.

Seeing that his limelight was being robbed, Zhang Yaozu slammed the table and cursed: "Yang Xin, what are these poems of yours? I didn't understand a word of them."

Yang Xin straightened his back and said coldly: "If you don't understand, just read more."

"You!" Zhang Yaozu pointed at him, and then laughed again, "It doesn't matter if you do well in poetry, you won't be ranked behind me in the exam."

"What are the results worth bragging about because of cheating?" Yang Xin disdained.

"What evidence do you have to say that I cheated?" Zhang Yaozu's face turned red with anger, "You failed the exam and I said that I cheated. I think you are just jealous. Bah! This is what a villain did!"

"Unreasonable."

Seeing that he was so hysterical, Yang Xin didn't bother to argue with him and walked away.

Zhang Yaozu refused to give up and scolded Yang Xin for being sanctimonious among everyone, and then left angrily.

The good nature of poetry writing was disturbed by the imposition of Zhang Yaozu.

"What kind of medicine do you think Zhang Yaozu took? He is so careless and pretends to be a person who doesn't understand poetry and prose, but he ranks first in these exams. Did Yueyang Academy give him a clear answer?"

"Probably not." Another person said: "Master can't stand Zhang Yaozu, so how can he explain the questions to him. Besides, the examination held by the academy itself is not a provincial examination. What will happen if he gets first place many times?"

"It seems that his ability will not be revealed until Qiu Wei. Do you think Zhang Yaozu is the same as Yang Xin, the evil ghost in Xinshan Cave, and his grades improved by leaps and bounds?"

"Then how do we know..."

"Tell me everything." Jiang Zhixia held the tea cup and squeezed to their table.

"I listen too, I listen too." Liu Mosi also sat over.

The students were young and felt a little embarrassed when they suddenly saw two pretty girls sitting next to them.

"The story is quite scary. Girl, please don't listen to it." The man blushed and advised very thoughtfully.

"You're welcome, tell me, what happened to Yang Xin and Zhang Yaozu?" Jiang Zhixia grabbed a handful of melon seeds for them.

Her eager and curious eyes made these students unable to refuse.

When it comes to Zhang Yaozu, everyone is used to having a bad impression.

He is the son of the local richest man. The richest man only had such a son when he was in his forties. He was usually arrogant and doting. Zhang Yaozu used his family background to run rampant in Sangzhou, and no one dared to offend him.

This person usually talks incoherent words, behaves in a frivolous and vulgar manner, reads books in a garbled way, and has only a half-knowledge. I came last in every exam. But he's so arty

But starting last month, he ranked first in every exam. The master corrected his paper and checked it several times, and even sent someone to keep an eye on him, but found nothing suspicious.

It's just that he couldn't change his lackluster look even though he came first in the exam.

Yang Xin is different from him. He came from a poor family, and in order to pay for his tuition, he worked odd jobs in the academy while studying. He worked diligently on weekdays, getting up before dawn to endorse books. But sometimes, hard work will pay off.

If you memorize the content in the book or forget to memorize it, you will not be able to remember it; the policy discussion only remains on the surface, which is very superficial, has no focus, and has no logic. No one is proficient in poetry, lyrics and songs.

His grades in the academy were ranked second to last.

But in an exam three months ago, Yang Xin's performance improved by leaps and bounds, ranking tenth in the academy. After that, every time he took the exam, his ranking improved by one. Finally ranked first.

Moreover, his whole person has been completely transformed. His actions and gestures are no longer as submissive as before. He is confident and clear when talking to others.

This huge change shocked the master.

At first no one knew what happened to him. But a few days ago, they found a stone statue of an evil ghost in the back mountain, and then they guessed that Yang Xin might not have been taken over by an evil ghost.