Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 77 Wearing Double Swords in the Chunwei Examination Room, Discussing a Northern Expedition

The spring rains come one after another, and the end of each scene means that it is one step closer to the opening of Chunwei.

Now, the spring is finally open, a grand event like spring apricots, blooming all over Lin'an.

For every student studying hard in the cold window, Zhongju is just the beginning, and going to Lin'an to rush for the exam and hitting the gold list that everyone wants to squeeze is the ultimate goal.

The place where the Spring Festival is held is the Academy of Arts. As a sacred place for scholars of Dazhao, it is not the first time that the Academy of Arts has held the Spring Festival.

Hugh leaning on a high-rise building feels melancholy, and the peaches and plums all over the city are blooming in spring.

The Wenyuan under the spring is full of vitality. The green grass beside the stone path is washed by the spring rain, and the young leaves are newly born. It seems that there is a sharp sword intent, tearing off the entire winter shroud, and waving it to the world.

Anle climbed the stone steps, and the spring rain was like oil, flowing down the steps, spreading a little bit of spring.

There were quite a few literati on the road, with their bags on their backs, their faces solemn and nervous. For any student who has studied hard for ten years, the pressure in Chun Wei is extremely high, and few people maintain a normal mind.

Not seeing many acquaintances, An Le walked along the stone path and came to the black and white academy buildings.

Striding on the Qingshi Road, in the distance, there are more and more people. The literati in Confucian shirts are queuing up, waiting to enter the examination room of the Academy of Arts.

White walls and black tiles, just like the atmosphere of Jiangnan water town.

A little bit of greenery climbs up the white wall, like the embellishment of the freehand misty and rainy landscape, which becomes more and more hazy.

In the distance, there is a familiar figure, carrying a huge luggage, which contains not only test supplies, but also food and so on.

After all, not all candidates are practitioners, and they can answer questions for three days and three nights without eating or drinking.

Chunwei is divided into three sessions, and each session has a total of three days of exams. Starting from the ninth day of the ninth day, one will leave the exam room once every three days, and then need to enter the exam room to start the exam.

It is a test for the physique and will of the candidates.

But those are just ordinary candidates, and they are also facing the candidates who are in the second list of Jinshi. If they want to hit the first list of Jinshi, after all the examination schedules are over, they have to refer to it for an extra day.

The cultivation will be assessed.

All the examinations are conducted in the Academy of Arts, even the last assessment of cultivation.

In the Academy of Arts, the number of applicants gathered is really quite a lot. Although the number of candidates has shrunk after the Great Zhao moved south, there are still more than 3000 candidates from all over the Great Zhao Dynasty.

When An Le saw Liu Yue, Liu Yue from Huating was talking with two literati with confident smiles on their faces.

"Brother An, this is Brother Xu and Brother Zhu. The literary conference I mentioned to you last time was held by Brother Xu."

When Liu Yue saw An Le, his eyes lightened slightly, he hurriedly greeted him, and introduced the scribes around him by the way.

The Confucian scholar surnamed Xu was not interested in An Le, he just cupped his fists and bowed slightly, then said goodbye to Liu Yue, turned and left with the other person.

Liu Yue was slightly embarrassed. He didn't dare to introduce An Le's name without An Le's consent. He never thought that the other party would be so shameless.

An Le didn't take it seriously, the other party didn't even have age, and he wasn't a practitioner, so naturally An Le couldn't be bothered.

Seeing that Anle's luggage was so simple, Liu Yue became more and more sure of his guess, and the smile on his face became even bigger.

A well-known painter and an unfathomable cultivator, whose status is very different from him, was able to have a happy conversation with him, which shows that the other party is sincerely making friends with him.

The queue was very long, and An Le and Liu Yue waited while chatting.

During the process, An Le also glanced at the team, and could see that there were many practitioners among them, with a precarious air about them.

There are actually not many applicants who really come from all over the world to hit the list of first-ranked scholars. Most of the applicants who practice practice are studying in liberal arts colleges. They have other channels and privileges to enter the examination room, so they will not waste their time queuing here.

Taking advantage of the gap in the queue, Liu Yue popularized the lineup of examiners for Chunwei for An Le.

"There are two chief examiners in Chunwei this time. The chief examiner is Xu You, the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, and the deputy chief examiner is Yan Chaoqing. There are also ten fellow examiners who serve as invigilators and inner curtain viewers. Of course, the one who takes care of everything in the end is the To the Prime Minister of Qin."

Liu Yue took a deep breath and said.

"President Qin is in charge of everything? Why isn't the chief examiner the Minister of Rites?" An Le asked doubtfully.

Liu Yue was wandering around in Lin'an during this time, and the news was far more well-informed than that of An Le, who was immersed in retreat and self-cultivation.

"Originally, it was the chief examiner of the Minister of Rites, but something happened later. Because of his close relationship with the Lin family, the Minister of Rites was given a reason by Prime Minister Qin to impeach him and replaced him with Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites. Zuo Shilang used to be Prime Minister of Qin. Students, you must have Qin Xiang's trust."

Liu Yue squinted his eyes and mentioned in a low voice, such gossip, naturally he didn't dare to speak loudly.

An Le nodded, frowning slightly, the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion really pressed the Lin Mansion every step of the way, and even the Minister of Rites who had a slight relationship with the Lin Mansion was implicated. Fang and the forces associated with the Lin Mansion drew a clear line with the Lin Mansion.

The turmoil has gradually risen, and you can feel the sharpness of its stirring even if you stand on the edge.

After queuing for almost half an hour, they finally approached the Yuanmen inspection office.

There are soldiers in armor with swords on their waists, staring at candidates coldly.

"Why do you wear a sword?"

The inspection supervisor looked at An Le and shouted sharply.

This surveillance officer is a practitioner, and his stern shouts carry mental strength, forming a faint force. If he is not a practitioner, or a person with a weak mind, he is afraid that he will be drunk and lose his mind.

But An Le's mind is already refined, so it doesn't affect him at all.

Facing the supervisor's questioning, An Le tapped on the ink pool with all his fingers, and the ink pool swept up, with a vague sense of mystery bursting out.

"There is a small sacred order inside, and there are some privileges. You can enter the arena with a sword, so it can be seen that the officials are not polite."

Anle said calmly.

The surveillance officer's mind instantly calmed down. Facing the ink pool that was releasing energy, he immediately thought of Master An, who is now well-known in Lin'an.

After all, the fact that Wang Qinhe of the Wang family challenged Mr. An to be crushed is still a joke today.

"It turns out that it's Mr. An, so that's being rude, so you can enter with a sword."

The surveillance officer cupped his fists and bowed.

Mochi returned to his waist, and An Le bowed in return. The surveillance officer routinely searched An Le's luggage to prevent cheating, as well as some small items on his body, and then let them go immediately, and ordered people to take An Le to the examination card. registered examination room.

This scene naturally aroused the shock and uproar of Confucian scholars queuing up to enroll.

An everyone?
That overly young Juren is actually Master An who is famous in Lin'an, who paints ink and bamboo paintings and galloping horses?

Or is it someone who is on the list of little saints?
Even Liu Yue was shocked. He knew that Mr. An was a practitioner, but he never thought that such a famous practitioner could enter the examination room with a sword...

On the other hand, Juren Xu, who had just completed the inspection and was still storing the messy luggage that had been turned over, suddenly became ugly, secretly regretting the missed opportunity to curry favor.

That's everyone An!
However, the candidate surnamed Xu quickly calmed down, and a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes. When he was listed as a Jinshi in the second list of high school, he would be introduced by Liu Yue at that time, and he would be able to climb up the relationship again.

As for the Chunwei exam questions this time, he was sure and confident!
After An Le bid farewell to Liu Yue, he followed the soldiers sent by the surveillance officer to the examination hall.

The separate small room arranged according to the test number on the test card is the number house.

These days, candidates answer questions, eat and so on are all here.

Until Chunwei finished answering all the exam questions, they couldn't see other candidates.

It is also thanks to the fact that the Academy of Arts occupies a large enough area and has enough buildings to arrange dormitories for more than 3000 candidates.

Sitting quietly in the dormitory, An optimistic about the scenery outside.

The environment of the Academy of Arts is quite good. After a spring rain, the winding path leads to secluded places. On the path, there are peach trees blooming with spring peaches, and some apricot blossoms are blooming to welcome the beauty of spring.

The light rain pattered on the black tiles of the house, and there was a crisp sound, which was quite quiet.

An Le slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the exam to start.

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Among the peach groves and apricot trees in the Wenyuan, bypassing the Tongyou path, you can see a thatched cottage.

The spring rain is blown by the spring breeze, slanting and sprinkling. Under the eaves of the thatched cottage, someone is making tea, and the charcoal stove is boiling water.

In the hut of the third master Wang Banshan, a distinguished guest came today, so he greeted him with tea.

The visitor was dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, with a solemn face, lightly stroked beard, and sharp eyes, quietly waiting for the third master's tea.

He seemed to be very patient and not in a hurry, even though the Spring Festival in the Academy of Arts was about to begin.

"This spring, does Master have a good candidate?"

After waiting for a long time, when the third master pushed a cup of ordinary tea in front of him, the visitor took a sip and said with a smile.

"Qin Xiangyan is serious. The disciples of Wenyuan are all my students. I am totally optimistic about their participation in Chunwei." The third master held hot tea in both hands and smiled lightly.

"Learning has its own level, let alone the students, everyone will have their own choice of objects to believe in and objects to be optimistic about. The third master is also a human being, so how can a bowl of water be level and biased."

Qin Lishi smiled lightly, but there was something in his words.

The third master, Wang Banshan, looked lazy, glanced at Qin Lishi, and said: "Qin Prime Minister has said so much, so let me just say it straight, that famous Lin'an Master An, a piece of black bamboo, A galloping horse impresses the old man, and the old man is optimistic that he must have a test before entering the palace."

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became cold and solemn.

The smile on Qin Lishi's face disappeared, and his slender eyes seemed to be a little cold, staring at the third master.

"Third Master, this Mr. An seems to be deeply involved with the Lin family."

The third master took a sip of hot tea: "The old man doesn't see where he is, but only his talent. You can see the strength of character in the black bamboo, and you can see the spirit in a galloping horse. This guy is really good."

"Being good at painting doesn't mean you're good at learning. The Chunwei Imperial Examination is not about painting." Qin Lishi shook his head: "My master is optimistic about a painter. Where does this put those talented scholars on the Wenqu list of the Academy of Arts?"

Stand up and stop drinking tea.

He got the answer he wanted from the third master.

He came here to test the attitude of the third master. Since the third master mentioned this young man who has a deep relationship with the Lin family, his attitude is self-evident, and he is more inclined to the Lin family.

Qin Lishi naturally lost interest in drinking tea.

Master An, who is famous in Lin'an, Qin Lishi really can't appreciate it.

The person Lin Fu Hua Jie Bing admired, he, Qin Lishi, naturally added a bit of coldness.

"President Qin, go slowly, don't see him off."

The third master smiled lightly.

Qin Lishi crashed into the spring rain with his hands behind his back, his figure gradually blurred in the mountain mist.

The third master took a sip of tea, shook his head lightly, and murmured softly: "This time, the big question of Chunwei is a question posed by the scholar Qin Li. I don't know how this young man who draws ink and bamboo will answer it?"

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Lin Mansion, Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

In the big pond, koi tumbled from time to time, bringing out the splendor of spring.

After Li Youan sprinkled a handful of bait, he turned his head to look at Mrs. Hua who was lying on her side on the couch and reading quietly.

"How can you be so calm?"

Li Youan laughed.

"Anle's paintings are superb, but his talent can be seen from his paintings. The poems and lines he wrote on his paintings are not ordinary, so there is no need to worry about his literary talent and talent."

"It's not a suspenseful thing to be listed as a Jinshi. The main thing is whether you can beat the talented scholars and scholars on the Wenqu list of the Academy of Arts. The key is to get the place in the imperial examination."

Mrs. Hua flipped through a page of "On Demons" and said calmly.

"There are only ten quotas allocated to the first-ranked Scholars in the Palace Examination, and the rest are recommended by officials with noble virtues. Now the number of nominations has already ended. If you can't make it into the top ten, then the Palace Examination will not be possible. I hope very much."

"Those talented scholars and Confucian scholars on the literary and musical list of the Academy of Arts are all skilled in learning. It's really difficult for An Le to take the exam before entering the palace."

Li You'an smiled lightly, and took a sip of Longjing: "Besides, the question this time... Prime Minister Qin's question must be very tricky. With Anle's temperament, I feel that it is hanging."

Mrs. Hua's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"If you can't enter the palace, you won't be able to enter after the test. The province is forced to be involved in the turmoil, causing a mess."

Li You'an nodded, looked at the octagonal double-eaved dripping water Tianbo Tower from a corner of the water pavilion, and the corners of his lips twitched.

"That's the case, but if you haven't even passed the palace examination, it will make people feel a little bit pity, and even make people feel that Qingshan is ashamed."

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"when--"

In the Academy of Arts, there was a distant ringing of the bell, constantly lingering between the foothills.

All the examinees who entered the examination hall according to the examination cards calmed down and waited for the beginning of spring.

Armored soldiers, with knives on their waists, stood outside the dormitory, staring at each examinee with a vicious look on their faces. If an examinee had even the slightest suspicion of cheating, they would be pulled out mercilessly.

A bell ringing, in addition to quieting the candidates, also means that the test papers are issued.

Officials in official robes picked up the sealed papers in baskets, and began to distribute the papers of the first spring show room by room.

Another bell rang, as if it shattered the spring rain all over the sky.

It means that candidates can start marking papers.

For a moment, the sound of flipping through the papers, like waves rising from the vast sea, spread over the Academy of Arts in an instant, really like a sea of ​​learning was surging.

Every Confucian student is naturally looking forward to and curious about the exam questions. After all, it is related to their future and future. Carefully reading the questions can help them analyze the hidden traps in the exam questions and prevent them from falling into them and losing points.

Every candidate showed nervousness on his face.

Even practitioners who have practiced are frowning. Although practice can increase strength, it does not have much advantage in learning.

Of course, the competition for the cultivators is not the ordinary Confucian scholars who are listed as Jinshi in the second list, but the practicing Confucian scholars who are also competing for the Jinshi in the first list. In this way, the pressure will be much greater.

Between the houses, it seems that there are various states in the world.

Liu Yue flipped through the exam questions, with a pensive expression on his face, while grinding the ink, thinking about the answering methods and skills.

The Confucian student surnamed Xu, who was several rooms away from him, had a slight look of joy in his eyes, and then, Lang Hao drank his ink and couldn't wait to write.

It's cold in spring, with a drop of ice rain.

An Le wiped off a drop of spring rain stained on his face, and while rubbing the ink, he read all the exam questions in general.

There is also some confidence and answers in my heart.

Suddenly, his movement of grinding the ink froze, his brows furrowed, and his gaze was fixed on the last question of the paper.

The topic was short, but it made An Le's eyes narrow slightly.

"Great Zhao moved south for [-] years, and Emperor Yuanmeng still swallowed thousands of miles, with countless powerful generals under his command. Ask: whether to discuss the Northern Expedition or not."

ps: Overestimating myself, I still can't finish writing before twelve o'clock, the third update is here, and I will add an update for the boss!Continue to ask for a wave of monthly tickets to reach the new book monthly ticket list!
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