[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

"Boom——" a distant bell rang in the examination room, and in the next second, black handwriting slowly appeared on the blank paper in front of everyone.Looking at the concise brushwork, it should be written by which calligraphy master.

Yun Yuan looked at the test questions on the white paper slowly, the government test lasted for two days, and there was even a small wooden bed in the cubicle where he could rest at night, so don't worry.

The first test is Mingjing.After a quick glance, I found that most of them were sentences in the required works such as "Book of Changes", "The Analects of Confucius", "Lao Tzu", "Book of Filial Piety", etc., and there were no deviations from the topic.To put it bluntly, the Mingjing here is modern filling in the blanks and reading comprehension.

The only interesting question is - "Everyone knows that "The Analects of Confucius" is the work of later generations, but who wrote "The Analects of Confucius"? What evidence is there?"

Yun Yuan thought for a moment, and when he waved his wrist, the atmosphere seemed to overflow from the paper with regular script, and at the end of writing, only the more troublesome question remained.

After a long time, I saw him writing in a pen:

"Qin Lao, Yuan Xian, people under Zeng Zi's sect, people under Qin Lao's sect, people under Min Zi's sect... For details, please refer to "Xianwen Chapter No. 14", "Yong Ye Chapter Six", "Taibo Chapter Eighth" ", "Advanced Chapter No.11"..." Yun Yuan was not very confident when he wrote it, and the question of who wrote "The Analects of Confucius" has always been entangled.

Zheng Xuan of the Eastern Han Dynasty thought it was Zixia (Bu Shang), Ziyou (Yan Yan) and others when he wrote his annotations, while Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty said that it was compiled by Zeng Zi's disciples, so it is impossible to know who is right.Yun Yuan thought for a long time and felt that it would be better to analyze it by himself, such an examination question would be embarrassing at first glance.Since he is confident that he is right about the other questions, why not be self-willed?

For the articles he mentioned, the author can be seen from the difference in title, but seven points of the answer depend on information and three points depend on luck. Whether he is right or wrong has little effect on his total score.

After finishing writing, he read it again from beginning to end, and then touched the bell beside him to signal for someone to take away the paper.It's only been an hour and a half!

In fact, what scholars are most afraid of hearing is not the bell at the end of the exam, but the bell around them.This means that someone is too far ahead of you.

Yun Yuan remembered his promise to Qi Guang.Although he is not a good person, he keeps his promise.Even if I read this paper ten times, it's just the same result, why not hand it in?

The government examination was much more formal than the rural examination. He found that it was not the examiner who came to collect the papers, but the papers flew out of thin air and appeared on the high platform in the next second.And in front of him was another test question - poetry.When he saw the title for the first time, he almost laughed out loud.

Do semi-sages and great Confucians have to be so tricky when they ask questions?There is a large character written on the paper-Dong!Below is a line of small characters: "Related to "Winter", any poem or word is acceptable."

The township examination is in autumn, and the word "autumn" is tested, and the government examination is at the end of the year, and the word "winter" is tested. Should we gather all seasons in the state examination and the national examination to summon the dragon?

After laughing silently for a moment, he slowly calmed down to answer the question.

Raising people is the beginning of the holy way, and he has to be cautious when the future is involved in simple questions. He doesn't think that the people above are in a hurry to ask such questions.

Winter... the winter is cold and desolate, the anger of all ethnic groups is suppressed, and people can sleep peacefully and celebrate the new year. It is a very peaceful season.It's definitely not the kind of war in autumn... what else can I write?He wanted to write Cen Shen's "Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom" in a unique and moving way, but the poem involved wars later, which was not suitable.

The sentence "Lonely boat and hat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow" is too lonely.

Today's Yun Yuan is no longer the young man who wrote all kinds of poems regardless of the consequences.He doesn't care how much poetry makes the fire of life rise, he cares more about his own mood.

Only when poetry echoes his own mood can he resonate with heaven at the moment when heaven and earth recognize him.He thought for a long time, "Will Enter the Wine" two years ago was written because he was full of sadness and passion, and the power of the semi-holy was just the icing on the cake.

Heavenly...he wants to get in touch more.Yun Yuan didn't know that his thoughts and actions had almost touched the greatest secret of the human race.If the half-sage finds out, I don't know how surprised he will be.

What am I thinking right now?Yun Yuan raised his head, put his hands behind his back on the low seat, and stared at the blue sky outside the examination room.Gradually, he stretched out his slender hand and grasped it vaguely, and some inexplicable emotions burst into his empty brain.

This sky is too small.This world is too fake.This is not the first time that Yun Yuan feels that there is a problem in this world, why can't the old He race get through?

The existence of the fire of life and the current situation of the human race are very puzzling.There are thousands of races, why is it that only the human race is targeted by all races?Why is it that only the human race is related to all races?Why can only the fire of life be ignited in the body of the human race?

Thinking of Lu Weilou, Mo Tiangong, Yegucheng, and that unidentified woman.Thinking of the half-sage Lu Buqun a hundred years ago, thinking of that era, and thinking of the greatness of a hundred schools of thought... thinking of the monster race, demon race, ghost race, fairy race, and human race.

What kind of scenery is behind the singing and dancing in Chang'an?

At this time, it was snowing outside again, and the numerous snowflakes seemed to seal the troubled times.

Yun Yuan lowered his eyes and picked up the writing brush. When the first sentence fell, his ink-colored pen overflowed with bone-chilling coldness.

"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow..." Qin is located in the north of the Seven Kingdoms, with many beautiful people and wonderful scenery.

"Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but turbulence; up and down the great river, it suddenly stops flowing!" He was full of pride, as if the Yellow River fluctuated between thoughts.

"It's a bit cold..." Yun Yuan said in a low voice, the air he exhaled was covered with white mist.

"Then let's heat it up..." He muttered to himself with unknown meaning, immersed in his mind.

"Mountain dancing silver snake, Yuan Chi wax figure, wanting to be with God..." The tip of the pen froze, as if I couldn't write any more!This time it's not that the fire of life is insufficient, but that the heavens forcibly stop it!

"Try! Compete! Higher!" Another bolt from the blue, this time directly hit Yunyuan's examination room, leaving a scorched black spot!No one patrolled the examination room for the government examination, because they were afraid of disturbing the candidates.And the guy next door to Yunyuan heard a loud noise, and was so frightened that his pen dropped.

What is room 1 doing?I wrote and handed in the paper so quickly before, so the saints were angry because they were found cheating?He thought wildly, and felt relieved. He crumpled the ink-stained paper and started all over again.

Perhaps the heavens were praising talents, or the defense measures of the examination institute were proper, anyway, the thunder did not strike Yun Yuan.But the flickering thunder in the sky was still a warning.

Yun Yuan's expression finally changed, and he smiled lowly.

"Xu Qingri, looking at the red dress and plain wrapping, it is extraordinarily enchanting." The pen turned sharply, as if to appease the heaven.Suddenly the thunder dissipated and the sun shone.Everything warmed up as he said.

"What's the situation?" There are too many test places in the government, and only the seven test centers in the capitals of various countries have the attention of Bansheng in Baijia Pavilion.The scene of Qin Kingdom suddenly appeared on the wall of Baijia Pavilion.

Looking carefully, the entire wall is a mirror, very much like the fish ruler mirror used by Ye Gucheng, but it is one-sided.

"It's Qin again." The semi-sage of the Mo family fiddled with the gadgets in his hands, speaking the hearts of all the saints.

"It's that little guy again." Seeing the young man in the mirror, another half-sage said.

"Can he calm down a bit? Affect the discipline of the examination room!" The semi-sage of the Legalist family said to Lu Buqun with a beard and a stare.

But Lu Buqun's beard was covered with alcohol, and he looked inaudible.

"Quiet and inaction. Quiet!" The half-sage of the Taoist school was silent for a long time, and interrupted the discussion with a voice. With this sound, Yun Yuan's examination room was also shrouded in the air.

Yun Yuan didn't know what happened to them and continued to write.

"The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bow down!" Even in the world of pursuing the holy way, there are also many people pursuing fame and wealth in troubled times.Isn't that how the Qin and Han Three Kingdoms fought?

"In the past, Emperor Qin, Han and Wu were slightly inferior in literary talent; piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were a little less coquettish." There is no Tang Zong and Song Zu here, so Yun Yuan changed a few sentences.

That is to say, it should be mediocre, and it can also show your heart.

The emperor's worldliness is just passing by, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are even more trivial. Those originators have only become half-saints, and there is absolutely no possibility of becoming a saint!The fact is that, but Yun Yuan was the first person to speak out about it.

"Hmph!" Now the Dao of Heaven didn't care about him, and a half-sage of Chess Dao was not happy, and he snorted coldly while dropping the chess pieces.

In the past two years, Yunyuan's fire of life has already turned yellow, and now it is turning from yellow to green.He is immersed in his own world, so he doesn't care about other people's feelings.

"A group of literati, sapped their ambitions, and coldly looked at the new dynasty for the old dynasty."

Everyone avoids criticizing literati, but Yun Yuan rushes forward.He is doing very well in the academy now, and he is also well-known in this world.But step by step, I know how cold and warm I am, and what I see is that literati look down on each other, attacking each other, why don't they see their ambitions soaring, fighting and killing foreigners like Lu Weilou?

He has a stubborn temper and seems to let go, but he turns over old accounts at every turn, because he is really out of anger.

Fortunately, the half-saints of the human race over there had a big heart and laughed away the words of resentment.

"It's all in the past, count the romantic figures, and look at the present!"

"Wonderful! This poem is so domineering. If it is used as a stepping stone to the holy way, it would be perfect. Our human race needs such arrogance." The half-sage of the military family spoke slowly, his body as immobile as a mountain, admiring Yun Yuan of verses.

"Your family has a good young son." It seemed that Yun Yuan could become the youngest son in the words.

"This kid can mess around." Lu Buqun reprimanded him, smiling heartily.Still have the vision of a military strategist!

And from the moment Yun Yuan stopped writing, his ears were filled with the sound of a word: "Good." "Good." "Good." "Good..."

I can't remember how many voices, different people, different voices, but the same old age and encouragement.

Is this the half saint of my human race?Yun Yuan was startled at first, then he couldn't help lowering his eyes, deeply moved.

Maybe he... shouldn't have said that about a literati.