Chapter 77: Starting over, Rebuilding the Old Mountains and Rivers, Heading Towards the Sky

Lightning and thunder in the mist, white rain crashes and strikes people coldly.

The sudden spring rain falls on the earth, coming suddenly.

But in the room where Anle is, the sword energy is full of the universe, and the sword energy interwoven by the ink pool covers the whole room, making the atmosphere like the bright sun shining, with a bit of warmth, dispelling the rainstorm and spring cold.

Anle's eyes are shining, holding the pen and writing on the blank paper, one after another, words that seem to be wrapped in spirit jump out of his pen.

Outside the room, soldiers in armor carry knives on their waists, and bear the heavy rain conscientiously. The rain hits white silk on their cold armor, like a light veil.

At this moment, the soldier squinted his eyes, staring at the boy writing in the room through the rain curtain, only feeling the interweaving of sharp sword energy and the diffuse and agitated mind.

The body, which was originally cold due to the heavy rain, inexplicably surged with a violent blood.

For a moment, the soldiers were a little curious about what kind of article the boy was writing.

The heavy rain continued to fall like a pillar, adding a bit of solemnity to the spring examination.

The rain curtain in the distance parted, and three figures in Confucian robes stood quietly. The wisp of literary aura lingering on their fingertips pointed to the boy who was writing an article and answering questions in the dormitory.

The three masters of the Academy of Literature represent three schools of thought. They have countless students under their command, and many of them have been on the Wenqu list.

But today, the three masters appeared at the same time, and it was rare to watch a young man writing an article.

"That ink sword was taken from the Red Dust Sword Box of the Sixth Mountain Master." The eldest master put his hands behind his back and looked at the young man in the dormitory with a sword aura, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Yes, I didn't expect that the article that triggered the Wenqu Monument was written by this boy. It surprised me but not surprised me." The third master Wang Banshan stroked his beard and smiled.

The first master turned his head and looked at him: "Do you know him?"

The second master Pang Ji said: "This boy is the famous An family in Lin'an now. His ink bamboo painting is quite amazing. Look at the sword on his waist. There is also a bamboo sword. Master Zhu should recognize this bamboo sword."

The first master was stunned when he heard this. He looked through the pearl curtain and rain curtain and saw the bamboo sword on An Le's waist.

"Qingshan of Zhao Huangting?"

The first master was surprised.

"Yes, Zhao Huangting gave Qingshan to this boy because of a painting of ink bamboo, or because of the boy's quality." The second master said slowly.

For a while, only the sound of rain curtains falling on the elm field echoed between heaven and earth.

"He who can wear Qingshan must be a good boy. Let's see what kind of articles he has written." The first master said softly.

After the words fell, the literary aura lingering in his hand suddenly flicked out with his fingers.

The literary spirit was like a thread, breaking through the rain curtain and falling into the house. The next moment, in front of the three masters, the world suddenly became quiet, as if time had stopped, and every drop of white rain that fell was frozen in mid-air.

The elder master raised his hand and lightly touched a spring raindrop that seemed to hide sword energy. In an instant, the spring rain changed and condensed into words.

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

When the rain condensed into the article written by the young man, the three masters all stared at each word and began to read and chew the taste.

The three masters are all scholars, each with their own ideas and their own standards for appreciating articles.

From Anle's first sentence, you can know Anle's attitude towards the Northern Expedition.

And at the beginning of the sentence, the eyes of the three masters all lit up, and they wanted to continue reading.

The article is full of words. Reading it in advance with the spring rain condensing into words, one can feel the fiery emotions contained in the article.

"Drive out the barbarians and restore the Central Plains!"

When these eight characters appeared, it seemed that there was a sword energy coming out through the rain, which was going to cut off the dark night with a sword and usher in the endless light!

"Good!"

The third master Wang Banshan was extremely appreciative and couldn't help but cheer.

The sound broke the picture, and time returned again. The roar was as majestic as the sound of a waterfall, and it enveloped the surroundings again.

The first master Zhu Huoxi and the second master Pang Ji glanced at the third master Wang Banshan, with a few words in their eyes.

Once this cheer came out, it was bound to be sensed.

The three shook their heads and didn't stay here any longer. The third master Wang Banshan didn't care so much. He stroked his beard and laughed, took a step forward, and disappeared directly in the rain.

The first master and the second master also dispersed at the same time. The place where they stood was covered by the heavy rain, and there was no trace of them.

The next moment, a majestic mind swept through, and after finding no trace, it retreated and came back again, and after doing this three or four times, it completely retreated.

In a building with white walls and black tiles.

Yan Chaoqing, the deputy examiner in official robes, sat upright on a wooden chair, his mind returned to his body, he opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Just now I did hear someone cheering, why is there no movement."

Yan Chaoqing's cultivation is not weak, and his mind rushed over in just a moment, but still did not catch the other party.

This shows that the other party's cultivation may be higher than his.

"Forget it, maybe I heard it, this rainstorm is too big, it doesn't look like spring rain at all, it's more like a sudden summer rain."

Yan Chaoqing stood up, the sandalwood in the house was faint, and he slowly walked under the eaves.

On the edge of the black tiles, the rain intertwined into a curtain, pouring out like a waterfall, adding a bit of noise to the silent night.

He had also seen the examination questions for this spring's examination, but he could guess the entry points of the answers given by these candidates from all over the dynasty.

This question is said to have been posed by the traditional examiner Qin Xiang. Most of the candidates would have answered the question on the basis that it was not suitable for the Northern Expedition.

This made Yan Chaoqing feel very boring.

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The winding path leads to a secluded place, under the eaves of a thatched cottage.

The three masters appeared one after another, their Confucian clothes not stained by any rain.

"The article written by this man is like a calligraphy for the Northern Expedition. It is majestic and shows the trend of the general trend. It is very good."

The third wife, Wang Banshan, stroked his long beard and made no secret of his appreciation.

"Drive out the barbarians and restore the Central Plains... This is the outline of the manifesto. When people read it, they can't help but ignite thoughts of the Northern Expedition. It is indeed for talented young people."

The doctor Zhu Huo was delighted and nodded: "Can this boy enter the liberal arts college?"

The second wife Pang Ji shook his head: "This son is from Chongzhou. He came to Lin'an not long ago and has not entered the liberal arts academy."

"This man has great literary talent. He should be admitted to the liberal arts academy. How can he let such a talented person wander outside?" Zhu Huoxi, the doctor, was a little unhappy.

"After the Spring Festival is over, let him enter the Literary Academy. If the Wenqu stele can be moved, it shows that this son is very destined to our Literary Academy. In the future, if this son goes to recite articles in front of the Wenqu stele without words, he may be able to do so. That Li Youan, like Su Zhanxian, caused strange phenomena in the Wenqu stele, condensed his literary courage, and conquered Haoran!"

"That is another grand event for the Academy of Literature."

The doctor stroked his beard and said.

The Third Master chuckled: "This son once went to the Martial Arts Temple, which caused the Wu Kui Stone in the Martial Arts Temple to burst into anger and blood. The Wu Kui Stone of the past dynasties showed up to deduce the martial arts scriptures for him..."

"Then Wu Kui Di Zang bluntly said that if Anle dares to enter the liberal arts academy, he will immediately fall out. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to join our liberal arts academy."

The doctor couldn't help but hesitate in stroking his beard.

After a long while, Fang finally spoke: "This boy was born to be a scholar. It is an insult to the gentlemen to go to a martial arts temple and become a martial artist."

"Banshan, you have to bring him back."

The third wife, Wang Banshan, looked at the night and rain with a smile on his face, and spoke lightly.

"Today's liberal arts academy is not as pure as the one from the Martial Temple. Are you going to let this boy enter the liberal arts academy to fight for intrigues? Besides, this son has conflicts with the Prime Minister of Qin, and the liberal arts academy may not be able to tolerate him."

"I can't break it apart."

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Anle finished writing the last word, took a long breath, and his eyes sparkled.

The sword energy in the house was like autumn light, surging with chilling. As he finished writing the article, it slowly converged, and finally turned into an ink pool, which was worn around his waist.

"This is a wonderful piece of writing. It's a message for the Northern Expedition. I'm afraid Prime Minister Qin will be very angry when he sees it."

"However, at most they won't give me points for the big questions, and I don't expect to get points for this question."

An Le smiled freely.

That day, he was very depressed when he saw the old man's golden years in the Ancestral Temple, the scenes of the generals weeping and howling with blood when the Zhao Dynasty moved south, and the sadness of the civil and military officials kneeling to bid farewell to China.

Now I finally have some venting.

Anle actually doesn't quite understand those officials in the current government who refuse the Northern Expedition and choose to make peace.

If it was the initial move to the south, it is still within the scope of understanding that in order not to waste people, money, or harm the country, we would not carry out the Northern Expedition to regain lost ground and restore face.

But five hundred years later, the Great Zhao Dynasty developed in the south of the Canglang River and was extremely prosperous. It had strong soldiers and horses, generals with blood flowing through the rainbow, and literati and poets singing and singing every night. It was prosperous to the point of bone-crushing ecstasy.

It was a good time for the Northern Expedition, but he still didn't want to go to the Northern Expedition or break up with the Yuan-Meng Empire, in order to indulge in the prosperous and gentle town of Lin'an.

Perhaps in addition to unwillingness, there is also fear of failure, fear of failure, broken dreams of prosperity, and the spread of war.

However, the original roots of the Zhao Dynasty were north of the Canglang River, in Central China!

Shaking his head, Anle put down his pen, raised his head and looked outside the rain curtain.

He was immersed in writing before, and he vaguely felt that there was a line of sight peering at him through the rain curtain. He didn't know who it was. To be able to escape Chunwei's monitoring, it was definitely not easy to cultivate.

However, it is not a big deal if it does not affect his spring exam.

After finishing answering the test questions, Anle stopped thinking and closed his eyes slightly. The sword furnace in the Niwan Palace was clanging. In a short period of time, his refined mind was slightly improved.

When doing the questions, the transformation of the state of mind, coupled with the resonance between the sword waterfall and the mind, resulted in the improvement of the mind.

A smile appeared on Anle's lips and she didn't touch the question paper again.

I glanced at the sky and saw that it was almost dawn.

In other words, in one day, he answered all the test questions that he had to do for three days.

In the remaining time, Anle was very confident and did not need to check, because for him, the questions were not difficult. The only question that he could not determine the score was the last Northern Expedition question.

But from the beginning, Anle had no hope of scoring on the Northern Expedition.

Therefore, Anle actually meditated on the "Sword Waterfall Picture" in the dormitory, and started practicing like this.

The remaining ink on the tips is still moist, just like when you are combing away from the wind and rain.

The heavy rain gradually subsided, the sky gradually became brighter, and the spring scenery was brilliant.

Many people woke up from their spring sleep, washed their faces with the rain, ate the scones they had brought with them, lit the dim lamp, and began to write their answer sheets.

The young man who is sleeping in the spring of others is doing the exercises, and the young man who is doing the exercises is practicing.

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The first game of Chunwei, which lasted for three days, finally ended, followed by the second and third games, both lasting for three days.

However, candidates who take exams all have one day to revise, which can eliminate the decadence of three days, and they can also use their time to review and check for any gaps.

The spring rain stopped on the second day, and today the warm sun shines brightly, illuminating many peach and apricot blossoms in the literary courtyard.

Anle took the test card and walked out of the dormitory, and merged into many candidates' teams. Although these candidates were all tired, they looked excited. They were chatting with each other about the content of the test questions and analyzing whether each other's entry points were accurate.

“What do you think is the correct entry point for the big topic ‘On whether to conduct the Northern Expedition’?”

"It goes without saying that the shortcomings of the Northern Expedition must be explained in terms of people's livelihood, people's finances, public opinion and many other aspects. We must also focus on elaborating on the power of Emperor Yuanmeng. Avoiding his sharp edges and maintaining the current peaceful situation is the real solution to the problem. "

"Having said so much, isn't the point of breaking the point because this title was written by Prime Minister Qin? Prime Minister Qin has always advocated maintaining a peaceful situation and did not want to waste people and money on the Northern Expedition."

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The candidates had not yet left the liberal arts college, and they started arguing with each other while walking on the bluestone road.

Anle listened for a while and then lost interest.

Not far away, there were two figures standing in the distance, bathing in the warm sun. They saw Anle among the long grass and the flying orioles, and waved excitedly.

It was Liu Yue and the person named Xu.

"My descendants, Jian Kang and Xu Shun, have met An's family."

Juren surnamed Xu is now much more humble, and no longer has the arrogant attitude he had before.

Anle glanced at him lightly, nodded slightly to say hello, and then started chatting with Liu Yue, who looked a little sad.

Xu Shun pursed his lips and followed the two of them quietly, not complaining much. The name of the An family was like thunder in his ears. He had ignored each other before, but now he was treated like this, but it was understandable.

"As for the big issue of the Northern Expedition, everyone, do you support the Northern Expedition or not?"

The three of them left the academy and walked to the stone monument of the academy. Liu Yue, who had a bright face all the way, couldn't help but asked about Anle.

Anle glanced at Liu Yue and said: "I support the Northern Expedition. North of the Canglang River is my homeland in the Central Plains. It is our responsibility that runs in our blood to regain our homeland and avoid being humiliated by the barbarians."

When Liu Yue heard this, his whole body froze, but Xu Shun on the side kept shaking his head, with excitement on his face: "Annoy everyone, no, we are in the Spring Examination, and we can't just rely on our own will to answer the questions, we also need to grasp the examiner's opinions. preferences, supporting the Northern Expedition is not the right answer.”

Anle was too lazy to pay attention to this person and took a deep look at Liu Yue, who was getting paler.

Then he raised his hand and patted it: "Don't take it too seriously, it's just to score points, it's not embarrassing."

"If you can really become an official in high school because of this, you can fulfill your heart's wish, start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky."

After the words were finished, An Le didn't say anything more.

Wearing a green mountain ink pond on his waist and a spot of white clothes, he disappeared among the mountain roads at the foot of the Wenyuan Mountain in the bright spring.

Liu Yue was comforted and his complexion became better. He savored An Le's words, but he still felt a little depressed.

I remembered the grand vow I had made by the West Lake to regain the old land of mountains and rivers, and also thought of the little words I had written on the title of the paper.

I just feel like my heart has been chipped away a little.

"An family must be free and easy-going."

Liu Yue couldn't help but show a hint of admiration when he looked at An Le's back with straight waist, flying clothes and sword.

Although I know what the correct answer is, I can still write what I want to say according to my heart. Even if I lose points because of this, I may even miss the gold medal, I still feel relieved.

Liu Yue couldn't do it because he couldn't give up the gold list. He was full of ambitions and needed to reach the top to achieve it.

As unrestrained as Anle, although he envied it, he was helpless.

Xu Shun smiled at the side and said: "Now he is cool and unrestrained, but if he is not on the gold list and cannot be admitted to the Jinshi list, this An family who shocked Lin'an will probably feel very uncomfortable, and may even become a Lin'an literati. Mouth jokes.”

"You are free and easy in front of others, but suffer behind others."

Liu Yue frowned slightly and glanced at Xu Shun displeasedly: "You don't understand the freedom and ease of An's family."

Then he left without saying another word.

Xu Shun curled his lips: "If it weren't for your reputation as Huating Liu Yue, I would not bother to pay attention to you."

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The first show of Chunwei ended, and for Anle, it was as pleasant as listening to a ditty at the West Lake for a day.

Returning to the bustling street, amidst the hustle and bustle of people, I went to Yanchunli and greeted the female shopkeeper who I hadn't seen for three days warmly.

"Master, why haven't you come here for three days to get a drink?"

"Is the wine not to your liking?"

the female shopkeeper asked.

An Le bowed and smiled: "Xiaosheng participated in the Spring Festival and just finished the first game. Why don't you come and drink? The wine is fine. It's tasty enough. I'll have two bottles."

Hearing this, the female shopkeeper was suddenly surprised and spoke arrogantly: "I never thought that the young master is actually a high-ranking official. Today's wine is free for the young master! I only hope that the young master can become a Jinshi in high school! That little shop can flourish too!"

Anle smiled hoarsely and wanted to pay, but couldn't resist the enthusiastic female shopkeeper.

After drinking two pots of old yellow rice wine, Anle went to Ding Yaxiang to cut a pound of braised beef.

In a happy mood, I went straight back to Taimiao Lane.

Passing by the Imperial Ancestral Temple, I saw the door open. The old man was sitting on a chair, hanging in front of him was the painting of a galloping horse that he had painted for Mr. Lin. He was squinting in the warm sunshine while admiring and appreciating the painting.

When the old man saw the old rice wine and beef in An Le's hand, he stood up familiarly, put away the painting, closed the door and walked to the small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, Anle set up tables and chairs, warmed up old rice wine, and drank and ate meat with the old man.

"Little friend An is in a good mood, and his thoughts are clear. It seems that Chunwei did well in the first exam?"

The old man smacked his lips, savoring the taste of old rice wine, and said.

Anle drank a cup of yellow wine generously and smiled: "No, on the contrary, I might lose a lot of points."

The old man looked over in confusion when he heard this.

What kind of happiness is that? Are you crazy?

Anle told the old man the question about the Northern Expedition. Reading

The old man narrowed his eyes when he heard this: "It is indeed a question that Qin Lishi can come up with."

"How do you answer it, young friend? Talk to me."

The old man was really curious about Anle's answer.

Anle did not hide it. He put down the cup, stood up, walked to the yard, raised his hand and made a move towards the Qingshan inserted in the old locust tree.

With Qingshan in hand, Anle began to dance the three swords of the Ci Pai taught by the old man.

On the other side, he slowly chanted the answer to his own article.

The old man sitting on the chair listened and drank while listening. Gradually, a group of bright sun-like flames burned in his eyes, and he wanted to raise his sword to cross the Canglang River and fight.

A pot of wine was drunk without knowing it.

Wait until Anle finished reciting the last word.

The old man clapped his hands and laughed: "What a good sentence to drive out the barbarians and restore the Central Plains."

"Good answer, a sharp answer!"

"Hahaha, the article that caused the Wenqu Monument to move last night... turned out to be written by you, kid!"

"If Qin Lishi sees that your answer caused the Wenqu Monument to move, I wonder if he will vomit blood."

"At least he will be very disgusted."

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