Da Bong fights more people

When the examiner saw it, he knew it was one of his own.

Blurring names and copying cannot prevent such cheating methods.

Xu Qi'an heard about these coquettish operations from Wei Yuan, and after listening to them, he felt that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

It's a pity that the behavior of buying off the examiner is not considered. Xu Xinian is a student of Yunlu Academy, and he is destined to miss the number one, second place, third place, and even the top one may not be possible.

Before meeting Zhong Li, Xu Qi'an only thought about how to help Erlang make a cheat sheet and hide it from the invigilator.After racking my brains, I came up with a way to copy the chapters on Tintin.

The inspiration for this method comes from sand sculpture netizens in previous lives. I remember someone bragging about himself on the Internet, saying that a woman saw a "Zhi" engraved on him and suspected it was the name of his ex-girlfriend.

After the Qi sinks to the dantian and one pillar lifts up the sky, it turns out to be ",".

Although it is unreliable bragging, Xu Qi'an has a sense of substitution... These are not important, what is important is that Erlang can do the above operations.

He only needs to use his self-cultivation level to say: My Diaochan... and then he can write a five-hundred-character essay on it.

The examiner will never find out.

But with Erlang's arrogance, he wouldn't do that even if killed... Xu Qi'an nodded slowly, "What about the poems?"

Xu Nian frowned and replied: "I don't think about poetry, I'm not good at poetry."

His preparation for the exam focused on policy questions and scriptures, and of course, other students did the same.Poetry is something that can only be said to follow the fate.

"Be prepared, the elder brother came here just to guess the poem." Xu Qi'an said.

"Then what is the big brother going to guess?"

"Draw lots." Xu Qi'an smiled mysteriously.

........

"Mom, I want to eat oranges."

From the connected room, Xiao Douding came out wearing loose single clothes.

"What oranges do you want to eat at night? Do you need any teeth? The oranges are in the living room. Go out and get them yourself." My aunt was worried about her son's future.

Xiao Douding went out without saying a word. She finished eating oranges in the corridor outside, and went back to the house to doze off contentedly.

The second uncle and aunt continued to discuss Xu Erlang's future. As they talked, the aunt regretted why she sent Xu New Year to Yunlu Academy in the first place.

Erlang has been a genius since he was a child, and he has a good memory. When Yunlu Academy recruited students, Uncle Xu took his son to Qingyun Mountain for the exam, and he passed the exam.

"It would have been nice if I had sent it to the Imperial College." The aunt said angrily.

"From a woman's point of view, Yunlu Academy is the Confucian orthodoxy." Second Uncle Xu snorted.

..........

Xu Nian cut a piece of rice paper into a dozen small squares, wrote themes such as "Flowers, Birds, Fish and Insects" on them, and then drew them randomly.

"Brother, come here."

Xu Nian felt that his elder brother was messing around, but seeing how enthusiastic he was, it was hard to refuse.I just want to get rid of the annoying big brother quickly so that he can sleep well.

Then I want to see if my elder brother can compose poems on the spot, and he can also pass the eye addiction.

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes and grabbed it casually.

"two?"

Xu Nian found that his eldest brother had grabbed two notes.

"Two are just two, and one more will be used as a spare."

As Xu Qi'an spoke, he unfolded the notes, which were "Yongzhi" and "Patriotic".

Xu New Year looked at his elder brother expectantly.

"Ememememem...I'll think about it, and I'll give it to you tomorrow." Xu Qi'an scratched his head.

Saying goodbye to Xu New Year and returning to his room, Xu Qi'an lit a candle, sat at the table, looked up at the beam, and said:

"Aren't you a prophet, can't you directly predict the topic of Chunwei?"

Lying on the beam was a woman with disheveled hair, wearing a simple linen robe, and replied: "A prophet must know how to keep secrets. I am not a person with great luck. If I leak the questions of Chunwei's exam, I may die tomorrow. "

"I'll protect you. Didn't the supervisor say that I'm a lucky person?" Xu Qi'an urged.

"Since you are a person with great luck, then the topic you draw must be Chunwei's exam." Zhong Li said lightly, "Why should I take risks."

Makes sense...Xu Qi'an asked again: "Then why didn't you let me guess the policy question and the scriptures?"

"The simpler it is, the easier it is to guess right." Zhong Li said.

Xu Qi'an didn't speak anymore, and thought about the poems he had learned in middle and high school. Even after so many years, some poems are still clearly printed in his mind.

Of course, he can't remember the words and long poems, or he can't remember them all. For example, Li Bai's general toast, he only remembers a few lines of "the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky".

But Chunxiao's poems, he probably won't forget them until he dies.

"Yong Zhi is probably the most famous of Cao Cao's Gui Shishou, but considering Emperor Yuan Jing's longing for longevity, writing this poem may be disgusted by Emperor Yuan Jing.

"There are quite a few patriotic poems, but the patriotic poems in my memory were all born when the country was ruined and the family was destroyed. What iron horses and glaciers fall into a dream, what country is broken and mountains and rivers exist, what businesswoman does not know the hatred of the country..... ..it's difficult."

In the middle of the night, when Xu Qi'an was sleeping soundly, he suddenly heard a muffled "plop", followed by the moans of some unlucky woman.

He woke up suddenly, and subconsciously hid the saber beside the bed.

"Sorry, I fell..." Zhong Li endured the pain and said.

Can this also fall?You are a fifth-grade warlock... Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched, and he let out a long breath: "It's okay, is this also part of bad luck?"

"It's not bad. If I wasn't by your side, I'd probably break my leg directly."

The fifth disciple of the supervisor said poignant words in a flat tone: "It's okay, I'm used to it anyway."

After finishing speaking, she silently got up and walked towards the door: "I'll meditate outside, so I won't disturb your sleep."

"..." Xu Qi'an watched her leave and closed the door.

He turned over and continued to sleep, but the door opened again and Zhong Li came back.

"Ok?"

Xu Qi'an hummed, expressing his confusion and dissatisfaction.