On the Avenue

Chen Shi was shocked and stood up immediately.

"Didn't you see it?"

He loudly questioned Bi Yan and Zhi Zhi, "We are cheating! He is writing explanations for me!" Bi Yan and Zhi Zhi walked around the hall majestically.

An examiner shouted: "No noise! ​​Sit down!"

Before Chen Shi could speak, Zhang You smiled and said: "Chen Jieyuan, sit down. This hall is designed for fraud. Even if you write a blank paper and write some words of rebellion, what you hand in will still be a smooth and gorgeous article. , you are still on the list.”

Chen Shi's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Is this hall used for fraud?"

Zhang You said with a smile: "The children of our Thirteenth Family take exams in this hall. This has always been the case. This literary exam is just a show for outsiders. There should be thirteen people here, and there are more than 13 people here this year. Two of them came out, totaling fifteen people, but I didn’t expect that the other twelve brothers were missing, neither alive nor dead, so there were only three of us left.”

He glanced at the young master and saw that the twelve missing people were his allies.

The reason why he didn't die was because he was not an ally of the young master. He was not there when Chen Shi killed him at Qixia Temple.

The young master sat there, looked at the clerk who was writing for him, and said, "Does Chen Jieyuan feel it is unfair? Don't forget, you also feel the injustice. You are also one of us."

Chen Shi sat down and was silent for a moment, a little sad, and said: "My father was outside just now and told me how fair and serious this exam is. He said that these two mythical beasts will know everything clearly and that any cheating method, even using ghosts and gods, will be difficult to do." It's just that he didn't expect that after entering this hall, even the observant officials would help you cheat. "

"No whispering." The examiner said expressionlessly.

Zhang You ignored the examiner and said with a smile: "This is the reason why your father's articles were so famous in Xijing and why Xijing paper is so expensive. His articles are written from feelings and have meaningful words. They are not like our articles, but these small officials It’s just an eight-legged essay.”

Chen Shi sighed and whispered: "How can a poor person compete with an aristocratic family? My father, for example, has been deceived his whole life."

He recalled the situation when Chen Tang did not allow him to bring any weapons. He was so serious and cautious, and he couldn't help but feel sad for the other candidates in the examination room. They thought that the literary examination was a fair test. In the martial arts test, they may not be as good as the children of the aristocratic family, but in the literary test, their confidence is not weaker than others.

They study hard in the cold window, thinking that after learning the knowledge of the saints, they will be able to practice it effectively, cultivate themselves, manage their families, govern their country, and bring peace to the world. It’s so bookish!

The young master turned around and said, "That's why the true king needs to take charge of the court again to bring order to the chaos. Brother Chen Jieyuan, brother Zhang You, you should help me!" Chen Shi said indifferently: "Have you washed your neck?"

The young master sighed with some resentment: "You are still so prejudiced against me."

Chen Shi looked at his test paper. The clerk turned a deaf ear to their words and was still writing furiously. His words were written in four or six parallel lines, which were extremely gorgeous, but their words had no meaning and were very empty.

"And his understanding of the meaning of the scripture is also wrong. Thunder is in the sky, and it is strong. A gentleman should not do anything inappropriate. He thought this sentence meant that thunder is in the sky, and a gentleman should not do anything inappropriate. This statement is completely false.

Chen Shi sneered and thought to himself, "This sentence clearly means that when you encounter someone who doesn't know etiquette, you should first lay down thunder in the sky to prevent him from leaving the Yuanshen Yuanying. Then he can use his energy and blood to strengthen my body and knock him down with bravery. The opponent, trample the ungodly person under his feet! This is clearly a saint teaching us how to fight and defeat our opponents."

He sighed secretly and whispered: "They just don't want me to be the top pick in high school and deprive me of the opportunity to show my talent."

His interest was waning, and the thirteenth aristocratic family controlled the government and misinterpreted the knowledge of saints. What could he do no matter how good he was in writing? The top three in the literary test are determined to be in this hall, but I am by no means the first.

The three clerks quickly wrote their test papers and placed them in front of them. They held them down with paperweights for an hour. After the examiner collected the papers, they were allowed to leave the examination room.

Chen Shi walked out of the Rites Department and felt the glare of the sun outside.

Chen Tang stepped forward, a little anxious, but still calm and unhurried, and said slowly: "How do you feel?" Chen Shi looked as normal and said: "It's not bad, it's a topic that Zhu Xiucai talked about."

Chen Tang obviously relaxed and said with a smile: "Zhu Xiucai once said that there must be no problem. He is extremely talented. When he taught me, I thought he was just an ordinary ghost scholar. I didn't expect that he would go from the county examination to the township examination. In the imperial examination, I passed all the tests and had few opponents."

The father and son were walking and talking, and Chen Shi said: "Zhu Xiucai was so knowledgeable. He taught you, his fifth uncle, and me. Maybe grandpa learned from him. Why did he hang himself outside Huangpo Village? "

Chen Tang was slightly startled. He had thought about this question but had no answer.

Zhu Xiucai was highly talented, powerful, and possessed all kinds of mysterious skills. It stands to reason that such a peerless master would never hang himself to death. But he hanged himself.