Chapter 76: The Article Is Completed and the Monument Is Moving, the Sword Energy Fills the Universe

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

Northern Expedition or not... This question actually appeared in the Chunwei exam questions. When the examinee answered this question, it was not the correct answer, it could 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 the Chunwei exam, the content of the test was very complicated. Books such as "Liyan", "Holy Language", "Xing Jing", "Demon Theory" and so on were all within the scope of the questions.

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

For example, this question comes from a famous passage in "Holy Words". The question is quite satisfactory and belongs to the sub-question category. 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 must 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 topics on the papers by the light of candlelight.

"Five hundred years have passed since the Zhao Dynasty moved south. Emperor Yuan Meng is still angry and has conquered thousands of miles. He has countless powerful generals under his command. Question: On 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 that divides positions. Anle doesn't need to think about this question, he won't get a single point."

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

There was also a flash of silence in Lin Siye's eyes. He shook his head and sighed.

"With Mr. An's temperament, this question will definitely give the answer of the Northern Expedition. The picture of the galloping horse shows his spirit. He also got the Qingshan given by the senior. If he chooses to follow the question and advocates giving up the Northern Expedition and maintaining the current situation, it would be really ridiculous."

"It's not Mr. An's style to bow his head."

Mr. Lin Siye said confidently.

Li Youan and Madam Hua naturally understood this truth.

"Now it seems that Anle won't even be able to enter the palace examination..."

Madam Hua pursed her red lips and said.

The atmosphere in Tianbo Waterside Pavilion suddenly became strange.

Li Youan held the hot tea, drank it lightly and smiled: "That may not be the case. It is also easy to take the examination before entering the palace. Except for this big question, you can answer all the other questions correctly. It is not a difficult task."

Mr. Lin glanced at Li Youan. You are the top scholar, so you are amazing?

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

But for practitioners, their minds are full and bright like the scorching sun, so they can be clear-headed without sleep.

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

Except for the big question about whether to fight the Northern Expedition or not, the other questions were not difficult for Anle. His predecessor was able to obtain the title of Juren at the age of 18, so he was good at studying. After Anle practiced, his memory was even deeper.

Many knowledge and many questions were engraved in his mind. When he was thinking, the answers were recorded on the peach blossoms, just like the petals of peach blossoms blown down by the spring breeze. He only needed to pick up a petal and copy the answer on it.

The first round of the Spring Examination lasted three days, but Anle answered most of the questions in just one day.

Finally, Anle turned to the last question, "On whether to go north or not".

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

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

However, most of the Confucian scholars in the Academy of Literature were unwilling to go north, believing that the Northern Expedition was not only a matter for military generals, but also a matter for all people in the world. If the Northern Expedition was launched, it would definitely cost the people money and resources and break the prosperous situation created for five hundred years. This has also become a major reason for the increasingly fierce disputes between the Academy of Literature and the Martial Temple over the past five hundred years.

Positions, traditions, knowledge and other reasons directly led to the intensification of the contradictions between the two, and the confrontation continued.

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

The Great Zhao moved south for 500 years. The prosperity was like a dream, which had already wiped out the fighting spirit of too many people and forgotten the heroic and extremely tragic move south. But Anle was different. He had watched the golden years of Zhao Huangting and witnessed that tragic song with his own eyes.

He had seen the generals crying blood and howling unwillingly, the civil and military officials kneeling on the board, crying and blaming their homeland, and he had also seen someone so angry that he picked up the broken bamboo sword and killed the Yuan Mongolian emperor, the first in the world.

Just as only the ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians when hungry and drink the blood of the Xiongnu when thirsty can relieve the resentment in the heart.

As someone who strongly opposed the Northern Expedition, the purpose of asking this question is self-evident, which is to screen and criticize.

Anle knew very well that he would not get many points for this question.

In this case, it was meaningless to answer carefully. Why not answer freely and express your feelings freely!

When thinking of this, Anle couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips.

His mind was slightly excited. He picked up the pen and dipped it in ink. After thinking for a while, he began to write on the blank space of the title:

"Since ancient times, emperors have ruled the world, all of which are the Central Plains living inside to control the barbarians, and the barbarians living outside to serve the Central Plains. It has never been heard that the barbarians live in the Central Plains and control the world..."

After the opening, Anle's eyes were bright, and he became more and more excited as he wrote. As he went north along the Canglang River, he saw many generals crying and bleeding, and he was naturally unwilling in his heart.

"The cycle of destiny, the Central Plains is prosperous. Among the billions of people, a saint will be born to drive out the barbarians, restore the Central Plains, establish rules and regulations, and save the people..."

"The people of the Central Plains, God must order the people of the Central Plains to be at peace, how can the barbarians be governed! I am afraid that the Central Plains will be polluted for a long time, and the people will be disturbed, so we should strive to clear it up, aiming to drive out the barbarians, eliminate riots, make the people live in their right place, and wipe out the shame of the Central Plains!"

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

Strive to advocate the Northern Expedition!

Outside the house.

It was late at night and the spring rain was swift. A rainstorm suddenly came. The rain that fell was like the wrath of heaven, smashing down on the earth, cutting the peach blossoms all over the mountains!

Anle wrote quickly, feeling the sound of the rainstorm, like the roar of thousands of troops.

The scene of watching the old man's golden years all appeared in front of my eyes, and the sighs, roars, and tears on the Canglang River all surged into my heart, condensed into clouds and then flowed like lightning, exploding with thunder!

Anyway, I wrote freely, and Anle naturally had no psychological burden at all.

Qin Xiang?

Wu Niao You?

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

The writing shocked the wind and rain, and the writing made ghosts and gods cry!

The rainstorm this night seemed to echo the article on Anle's scroll!

The rich smell of ink surged out, and the sword furnace between Anle's eyebrows seemed to tremble constantly when writing this article, and the sword energy was clanging with 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 at the waist was trembling and suddenly floated up. The sword light filled the room, which was the ink pool relaxing.

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 Confucian shirt was instantly soaked by the spring rain. He stretched out his hand and picked up a raindrop. He stared 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 Monument is the most precious treasure of our literary college. It is as significant as the Wukui 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 Monument. But 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!