i really have no talent

Chapter 75

Although the four countries are now facing the threat of war, it has to be admitted that the influence of the schools of thought within the four countries is still incomparable.

Apart from the imperial families of the Four Kingdoms, the Hundred Schools of Philosophy are still the most respected by ordinary people.

Right now, the literary meeting of various schools of thought has begun, and a large number of people from the four countries have gathered in the second pass city of Daxia.

There are crowded crowds pouring in from the entrances of various city gates everywhere.

Batch after batch of caravans also came here with their supplies and there was a lot of excitement.

In many places in the second pass city, you can see many strange faces, and the inns in various places in the city are also full of foreign tourists.

If it weren't for the fact that the four continents in the north were already occupied by the three barbarians, the flow of people in the city would probably increase even more.

Even so, in just three days, the population of the second pass city has increased from more than 60 to [-], a full three-fold increase.

And afterward, there was still a stream of people coming.

Entering the city, it was a bustling and bustling scene. The people here were not intimidated by the three barbarian troops ahead. In their view, the 20 Great Xia army in front of them was enough to resist a million troops.

Among the venues belonging to the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, the venue for the Wenhui Wenhui Examination has been set up, and even Jin Wang Zhu Jiangang will come here in his spare time to guide some places that have not been repaired in place.

Tomorrow is the day of the literary examination of the Wenhui. All the younger generations of the various families who came to participate in the literary examination of the Wenhui have arrived here. They have all arrived.

Tomorrow is the time for many young talents to show their talents.

At this time, at the entrance of the second gate, two old men came one after the other, found an inn to sit down, and ordered some spirits and delicacies.He sat aside and listened quietly to the discussion of the people in the hall.

"I heard that the little genius of this peasant family is amazing. He is only eighteen years old this year, but he has already read many classics and can draw inferences from one instance to another, which makes many old Confucians feel ashamed."

"Small, the layout is small!"

"What's this? Do you know what little Taoist genius is out there and what others call him? Little Taibai! He writes about things through the ages and can do swordsmanship with just one hand. I don't think he is any worse than others."

"It's really no worse than others..."

All kinds of discussions reached the ears of the two old men, the old man Nong smiled, the old Taoist sneered, and then drank heavily and ate meat.

There was a mixed crowd in the inn, but everyone knew some deeds of the younger generation of various schools of thought.

At this moment, it is enough to be the capital to talk with others.

"Old man Nong, is that kid in your family really so good?"

"Hey, isn't that kid in your family the same? Nicknamed Xiao Taibai!"

"Hehe, I really didn't expect that."

"Haha."

The two old men raised their glasses, looked at each other, and then both laughed.

Ignoring the gossip in the inn, the two thought about it separately.

After eating, the old Taoist priest and the old farmer made an appointment, and together they headed towards the place where the various schools of thought were located.

Relying on the status and identities of the two of them in the various schools of thought, it is also easy for them to watch on the sidelines.

In addition to seeing how their younger generations performed, what they were most curious about was Old Man Ye's grandson.

They have all been in contact with Ye Wushuang, but Old Man Ye is very fond of this grandson. They are all old friends, so they naturally know how picky this old friend is.

What surprised them was that they had seen Ye Wushuang's cultivation talent before, and they were already amazed, but they didn't know what the essay test would be like.

But the cultivation talents are all like this, and the essay test will not be too bad.

But this is not worth the curiosity in their hearts.

Stepping into the venue for the cultural examination, the old Taoist priest and the old farmer looked at each other, and both noticed a look of nostalgia in each other's eyes.

"I think back then, the three of us also met during the literary examination. It has been 30 years in a hurry."

"Hey, I'm so old-fashioned, and I still have these feelings."

"Let's go, let's see how many old friends are here again this time."

"Let's go."

The old Taoist priest walked in front, followed by the old man Nong, and then stepped into the venue of the essay test one after the other.

It is not an exaggeration at all to describe the scene at this moment with a sea of ​​people.

Nearly [-] students from various schools exchanged and chatted in different areas, or familiarized themselves with the venue of tomorrow's essay test, etc.

There were also quite a few people who came to watch the fun, and some even kept going among the crowd with the purpose of choosing a good son-in-law.

There are soldiers patrolling in the middle to ensure order, but it doesn't look scattered.

In the commander's mansion, Jin Wang Zhu Jiangang is discussing matters related to tomorrow's literary examination with several heads of various schools of thought.

Now that the three barbarians have not come to fight, the martial arts test has been postponed, and the literary test has come first, which is also a good time to test the background of the young generation of the various schools of thought.

The essay test is divided into three sessions, one in the morning, one in the middle and one in the evening, and the number and types of questions in each session are different.Similarly, there are also subdivisions for each school of thought.

"My lord, the order of the venue tomorrow will depend on one or two lieutenant soldiers."

"Nong Shouzuo is polite. The affairs of various schools of thought have a lot to do with my Great Xia. It should be so."

"Thank you, my lord."

"........."

In the commander's mansion, after discussing the details, the first few guests bid farewell to King Jin after a few courtesies, and then went back to each house to make preparations in advance.

"Look, that's Taoism!"

"Really are!"

"Which one?"

"It's the young man in Taoist robes with a sword on his back!"

"It's true that she is so ethereal and has an extraordinary temperament!"

"The supreme genius of Confucianism has also appeared!"

"A grand occasion!"

"what!"

"........."

Following the appearance of the two peerless geniuses, the crowd at the scene began to boil, and exclamations continued to be heard from the crowd, but no one stepped forward to stop or disturb the two of them rudely.

For them, it is already very lucky to take a look at it from a distance.

Among the crowd, there was also a scholar from the Great Zhou Dynasty. After taking a look, he turned and left in a hurry with depression in his heart.

Now Da Zhou is in a critical situation, which makes them anxious, but they are beyond their reach, and the sense of powerlessness fills their bodies and minds, which affects their emotions.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the crowd not only did not decrease, but became even more lively.

In every corner of the outer meeting place, candles began to light up, and the cage was covered with yellow lights, embellishing the venue very beautifully.

Hawkers selling all kinds of food seized this rare opportunity and set up their stalls outside. The delicious smell combined with the lively atmosphere attracted many people to patronize.

Ye Wushuang was not idle either, beside him there was a boy who looked like a boy.

"Ye Bei, if you like it, buy it, the young master treats you."

"Master, I want to eat that. Although it looks dark, it smells delicious."

"Go."

After secretly sending Ye Wushuang's parents outside Daxia's capital, Ye Bei rushed to the northern border overnight to look for his son.

Ever since Ye Nan went out to run errands, Ye Wushuang was really not used to living alone. With someone around, the atmosphere was more lively, and Ye Bei had a more lively personality than Ye Nan, so the atmosphere was better, and it didn't seem boring. .

This scene will last until late at night, which is also a rare pastime.

If it is not held in the capital, there will be less cultural heritage, but it will add a bit of the rough taste of the northern border.

There was nothing to say all night, the sun set in the west and rose in the east, and the morning sun came to this land again.

After tidying up the pens and inks that he carried with him, Ye Bei looked at his young master again. After washing up, he brought two horses and waited outside after tidying up.

"Son!"

"coming."

Ye Wushuang got on his horse and, like everyone else, rushed to the literary examination venue outside the city, which had the charm of a modern person taking a large-scale examination.

When you come to the meeting place, dismount from your horse and land, and produce proofs. You can only enter after the sergeants guarding the door and the inspectors from all schools of thought have inspected it.

"I wish you success in the Toad Palace!"

"........."

Ye Wushuang smiled, and walked in with his belongings.

At this moment, there are already many scholars and students waiting in front of their meeting place, and then lined up, waiting for the inspector to inspect.

A quarter of an hour later, many scholars were seated. Ye Wushuang took a look. The scholars around him were all Confucian disciples in Confucian robes. They belonged to the same family and the atmosphere was relatively harmonious.

"quiet!"

A thick sound rolled across the huge literary examination venue, and then fell in the ears of every student and scholar, with incomparable clarity.

"This is a great master!"

The moment they heard this voice, such a thought involuntarily appeared in everyone's heart.

In the next second, a jury composed of many great masters from various schools of thought came to the middle position, and a flag made of unknown material was stuck on the ground in their hands, and an invisible aura slowly spread out, sweeping across the Every student's body.

My mind became clearer, and the restlessness in my heart disappeared.

Everyone feels that way.

"Take pen and ink!"

Another voice fell, and the [-] scholars unanimously took out the pens and inks they carried with them, put them in front of them, and adjusted their mentality after unlocking them.

"Fall!"

Another great master spoke, and then the several great masters beside him turned towards different directions, and a stack of high-quality rice paper appeared in their hands. Relying on a light force, it slowly floated to the position in front of each scholar, steadily and steadily. And full of momentum.

"answer!"

Hearing this, all the scholars' hearts beat violently, and then they took a deep breath, picked up their pens, dipped in ink, frowned, and looked at the title on the scroll. For a moment, they didn't know how to write.

Ye Wu did not move.

Holding the jade pen in hand, lightly tap the light ink on the tip of the pen, and then the awe-inspiring righteousness in the body runs automatically, extending and finally stretching to the tip.

A word fell, and there was a breeze blowing beside him, causing the surrounding breath to change.

A great master cast his gaze here, and seeing this scene, his eyes were full of relief.

When one pen falls, the wind and rain are shocked by the fall of the pen. This is the vision of Confucianism.

At a glance, in the area of ​​Confucianism, there are no less than thirty or fifty people like this.

In the rest of the area, there were also figures who elicited visions.

On the high pavilion of the second pass city, the old Taoist priest and the old farmer each carried a wine pot, and the other held a plate of sauced beef and roast chicken. To attract.

"That's right, the pen is shocking the wind and rain, it seems that Old Man Ye gave birth to a good son!"

"Huh? What does this have to do with Bian Yun?"

"Hey, without Bian Yun, would there be Wushuang?"

"........."

The old man Nong silently gnawed a mouthful of roast chicken, stuffing his mouth full.

With the passage of time, the atmosphere in the literary examination venue became more and more heavy, and various visions emerged one after another. After finishing a volume, Ye Wushuang only felt that his body was transparent, and his righteousness was like a sea, pouring into the paper in front of him. , and then emitted a faint halo.

"Absolutely excellent work!"

"I can't stop looking at him. If you look around him again, the rich literary spirit is almost gushing out."

"I can't wait."

"Ha ha……"

In the middle position, the grand master standing in the void can naturally see the whole situation with his eyes, and he is very clear about the visions that occur in that area.

The emergence of various strange phenomena shows that these writers are extraordinary. If nothing unexpected happens, their lowest achievements can reach the realm of Confucianism and achieve the status of master.

Although they are anxious and impatient, these great masters are still waiting. They all want to see how many amazing talents will emerge from this literary examination.

And how many of them can touch it, that is the hundred holy electricity that even great masters like them covet.

"Can you really cultivate a god?"

A great master couldn't help but asked himself this way, then shook his head and put aside such thoughts.

"stop!"

An hour and a half later, the huge joss stick in the middle burned out, and the Grand Master's words fell. Many scholars stopped writing and ink after hearing this, and then sat in their original positions and waited.

I saw the fingers of the several great masters in the middle fluctuate, the breath of the great masters erupted, and the breath wrapped around the rice paper, and then fell into their hands from the air in an orderly manner.

"Exit!"

After collecting the students' answer sheets, these great masters looked at each other with smiles and left the venue.

They have to hurry back and review these answer sheets together under the witness of many great masters.In the end, 80 top grades, [-] top grades, and [-] grade B grades were selected and evaluated, with a total of [-] candidates.

The same is true for the other two essay tests since then, and then a comprehensive judgment will be made based on the pros and cons of the three answer sheets.

Only with the approval of these great masters can it be counted as the qualification to participate in the competition.

After the three exams, it was almost late at night, but these scholars did not feel tired, instead they were full of energy, and they invited friends to toast to the moon.

After three exams, I returned to my residence and saw the steaming food served by Ye Bei. The aroma was fragrant.

"Sir, how is it?"

"It's just a false name, what can I do!"

"That's right. It's just that the young master is too low-key, otherwise these so-called family geniuses will be scum in front of the young master."

"Okay, okay, is there any news from Ye Nan?"

"not yet."

Ye Bei responded, and then Ye Wushuang's hand holding the vegetables stopped, and then continued to move.

"Not urgent!"

Ye Wushuang was talking, but he was thinking in his heart, why is it so difficult to find Wu Yi's trace, is it possible that he really has to do it himself?
After dinner, Ye Wushuang took a walk in the small courtyard, looking up at the moon, the moonlight was shining brightly.

Ye Bei followed behind, not knowing how to speak, so he just followed behind his son.

"Hey, some kid's spring is here."

"Who!"

A teasing laugh suddenly sounded in the empty small courtyard, and Ye Bei behind him said vigilantly, the explosive power in his palm was about to be released, but was suppressed by an unrivaled force.

"Wu Shuang met Grandpa Nong, Grandpa Li..."

Ye Wushuang opened his mouth to salute, and two figures appeared in front of him.

"You kid, you're very good. We all saw the Chinese test during the day. You look like your grandfather."

"Grandpa Nong praised me, I can't compare to grandpa."

"Hehe, little slippery one."

The old Taoist opened his mouth, glanced at Ye Bei behind Ye Wushuang, and doubts appeared in his eyes.

In fact, Ye Wushuang had already sensed the two old Taoist priests, but they had been hidden in the dark, and he couldn't directly point it out, but this was hidden from Ye Bei's perception, and the previous scene appeared.

Although it was only a short moment, the great master's inspired alertness still made the old Taoist priest sense something abnormal.

"I read it wrong."

The old Taoist took a sip of wine, then shook his head, how could such a big kid in front of him be a great master.

impossible!
Absolutely impossible!

Ye Wushuang invited the two elderly people into the house, and then asked Ye Bei to get some hot dishes, and chatted while eating in the house.

Far away in Kyoto in the hinterland of Great Xia, under the starlight, a group of chariots and horses finally arrived outside the city of Kyoto.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the city gate, and a young servant got down from it, and came to the city gate and knocked on the city gate gently.

"Who! If you dare to knock on the city gate at night, you will die!"

Inside the city gate, there was an angry shout, followed by the clear sound of metal.

The small opening on the city gate opened, revealing a fierce face, watching the young servant standing in front drink.

"Who is so bold!"

"Don't be angry, the general. These silver taels are used as drinking money for the soldiers. This is a token. The general will make a decision after inspection."

"Wait!"

After the gate was closed, the city guard weighed the heavy silver tael in his hand, the anger on his face dissipated a bit, and when he walked to the candle and rubbed his eyes to see the token in front of him, he woke up instantly from the hazy drowsiness .

On the token, there is a golden word Xia engraved on it.

As an experienced city guard, he knew that this was an imperial decree issued by Emperor Xia himself, and there were no more than three people in the entire Great Xia.

Not one of these characters could be provoked by him.

Kicking the sleeping sergeant awake, they opened the small opening of the city gate together, and saw the leaf letter hanging on the corner of the frame, and exclaimed in their hearts.

"Sir, please..."

"Thank you, General."

"........."

Watching the carriage disappear in the direction of Zhuque Street, Shou Cheng's forehead dropped in vain.

"It's dangerous, but luckily I didn't swear."

The city guard rejoiced for a moment, then took out his silver bag again, and the expression on his face gradually eased a little.

On the other side, after entering the city, three carriages slowly headed towards Suzaku Street.

In the middle of the line, it stopped again.

"master……"

"It's late at night, it's not good to rush to the door, first go to the inn for a night. Go back to the house tomorrow."

"promise."

The boy took the order, turned the carriage around and headed in another direction.

"Husband, are you still worried?"

"Oh. I don't know if it's really what Shuang'er said..."

"My husband, don't worry, I have a concubine and no education to accompany me..."

"Ah."

With Ye Wushuang's persuasion, Ye Bianyun and his party finally let go of their prejudices with Ye Sucheng and returned to the capital.

Feeling timid near the hometown, the excitement in Ye Bianyun's heart became uneasy again.

He didn't know how to open his mouth after seeing his father, and how to contact him.

After glancing at his wife and son beside him, he felt a little relieved. At least Wugou and Wuxue were by his side, if the old man still wanted to scold him.It's not like the scolding is too ugly.

With this thought in mind, Ye Bianyun felt a lot more relaxed in his heart.

After finding an inn to stay, he let go of all the emotions in his heart. After returning to Kyoto, he felt that he slept extremely soundly.

This is the first time he has set foot in Kyoto after 30 years of leaving, and it turns out that he is so eager to come back.

In the Ye Mansion, Ye Sucheng's study room was still brightly lit. The old housekeeper, Gu Bo, added some hot water to his grandfather's cup, and then walked to the door, asking the boy what was going on in front of the door.

The boy shook his head and responded in a low voice.

After Gu Bo answered, he went back to the desk, and whispered in Ye Sucheng's ear, "Master, there is no news."

"Oh, I see."

"It's so late, I probably won't come here, Lao Gu, go and rest."

"master……"

"Go."

"Yes."

Uncle Gu retreated out of the study room, then closed the door, waved away the young man in front of the door, and walked towards the door by himself.

The night was still chilly, Uncle Gu opened the main door, but there was no sign of any noise outside, after waiting for a long time, he asked two servants to close the gatehouse again.

"Master..."

Uncle Gu let out a soft cry, and also walked towards his room.

The cold wind blows gently, with a little coolness, the courtyard is cold and silent, only the shadow left by the moonlight, and there is a little halo in the darkness, which looks very lonely.

A ray of yellow light from the study window shone down and fell on the ground, revealing a bit of unexpected joy.

In the study, Ye Sucheng was still reading a book of The Analects of Confucius, occasionally making some annotations on it, and then carefully pondering the artistic conception.

He had been waiting in the study for a day. When he received a letter from his grandson saying that Bian Yun might arrive in Kyoto today, his heart was trembling.Perhaps only Lao Gu could understand his emotions.

But it was already late at night, and there was still no news from the concierge, and the expectations in his heart slowly dropped.

After taking a sip of hot tea, he couldn't help but think of his dead wife and the back of his only son who left angrily.

It’s been 30 years, and there’s nothing I can’t let go of.

Laughing at himself, Ye Sucheng also watched it, and now Daxia doesn't need him to do anything.

Therefore, he wanted to use the remaining time to make up for what he owed his son.

Even though it was late, it didn't stop him from doing it.

Lifting the lampshade, blowing out the candles, Ye Bianyun also left the study and returned to his residence. After decades of coming here, why should he be in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)