The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Lu Zhan said unhappily: "He is just quick-witted, but far from having a photographic memory. That can only be achieved by becoming a Jinshi. Besides, Jiangzhou has nine prefectures under its jurisdiction, and Dayuan Prefecture Academy of Literature is just one of them. If he is really a genius, the 'master' of the prefecture's academy, Li Daxueshi, will definitely make an exception and admit him to the prefecture academy, and let him study with the top scholars and juren in the prefecture as a student! Do you think it is possible? Li Daxueshi is a third-rank official like the governor of the prefecture, and his literary rank is even higher. He is responsible for the education of tens of millions of people in a prefecture. Without his approval, no one is worthy of being a child prodigy!"

Everyone laughed secretly. Last year, Fang Zhongyong went to Lujia Town, and it happened that Lujia Town held a small poetry meeting. As a result, Fang Li asked Fang Zhongyong to write a poem at the poetry meeting, overwhelming the scholars present and making the students of Lujia Town lose face. Lu Zhan was among them, and he was dissatisfied with Fang Zhongyong more than once.

Liang Yuan whispered: "What Lu Zhan said makes sense. Fang Zhongyong is too young after all. His best poem is only at the level of 'out of the county', not at the level of 'reaching the prefecture'. However, with time, he may achieve higher achievements."

Lu Zhan said again: "Yes! He can be considered a child prodigy if he has at least one poem that surpasses the level of reaching the prefecture and reaches the level of 'Mingzhou'. As for 'guarding the country' or even higher realms, that is not something we can talk about."

County, prefecture, state, country, each level is larger than the previous one. This is the common administrative division of Shengyuan Continent.

Ge Xiaomao whispered: "In fact, it's good to have poems published in the county. Many scholars can't write poems published in the county in their lifetime. Even if a scholar can write poems published in the county, it's enough to hold a banquet to celebrate."

Lu Lin, who had been silent, said in a deep voice: "The barbarians are in chaos, and the Qing Kingdom is watching covetously. Instead of fighting for fame and fortune, it's better to think hard to resist foreign aggression!"

Lu Zhan and Ge Xiaomao looked ashamed. Liang Yuan smiled and said: "Lu Shitou, we are just talking, don't be so serious."

"Alas, the border soldiers have repeatedly lost the war with the barbarians, and Liu...some people have ignored the danger of the country for their own selfish desires! If I can pass the examination for a scholar, I will definitely join the army with a pen, not to serve the court, but only for my people!"

Lu Lin's words were passionate, and there was silence nearby. Except for a few people who laughed, most people looked admiring.

There are three barbarians in Shengyuan Continent, namely, Grass barbarians, Sand barbarians and Forest barbarians, and the three barbarians have different tribes, such as Wolf barbarians, Tiger barbarians, etc., which are said to be the descendants of the hybrid of the demon race and the human race.

Fang Yun took a closer look at Lu Lin, who had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a square face. He was also the most upright person in the private school. When Fang Yun first entered the private school, someone bullied him, thanks to Lu Lin's help.

Although Lu Lin didn't talk much among the five people, he was the most respected.

However, even he didn't dare to scold the left prime minister Liu Shan in public.

After Lu Lin finished speaking, he looked at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun was stunned and realized that he had made a mistake. Although Fang Yun was not as upright as Lu Lin in the past, because of his poor family background, he knew the sufferings of the world and wanted to pass the imperial examination and stabilize the country. He was a hardcore war faction.

Fang Yun immediately said, "Lu Lin is right. A man should be determined to fight on the battlefield and die on the battlefield!"

Lu Lin showed a look of approval. Liang Yuan smiled and said, "Fang Yun, your ability to flatter is getting better and better."

The others chuckled.

As they chatted, Fang Yun followed the team forward. Fang Yun rarely spoke. He was digesting his memories.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Academy of Literature, two expressionless soldiers stood there. One of them reached out to Fang Yun.

"Exam card, document."

Liang Yuan handed the bookcase to Fang Yun. Fang Yun opened the bookcase, took out the top wooden exam card and identity document and handed them to a soldier, and then handed the bookcase to another soldier.

The soldier on the right took the bookcase and looked through it. There were brushes, ink sticks, inkstones, pen holders, pen holders, paperweights, bamboo water tubes, sugar cakes and cloth bags, etc. The soldier nodded and handed the bookcase to Fang Yun.

The soldier on the left glanced at the exam card, then at the identity document, which had a portrait of Fang Yun when he applied for the exam, and a description of Fang Yun's physical appearance. He looked at Fang Yun for comparison, and finally his eyes fell on the bandage wrapped around Fang Yun's head.

"What's the matter? Are you the one who came here on the ox cart?" The soldier asked seriously.

Fang Yun replied: "I was attacked by four gangsters with the accent of Dayuanfu last night. Fortunately, I saved my life. The one who bandaged my wound was Doctor Li from Cishengtang. He can testify for me."

The soldier nodded and said: "Every time there is an imperial examination, there are three ancient saints sitting in the Holy Court, looking down on the world. No one can hide from the eyes of the saints. You know the consequences yourself."

"I know."

The soldier handed the exam card and the document to Fang Yun and let Fang Yun in.

Fang Yun's friend only then knew that Fang Yun had been beaten up, and was very angry, but this was the Wenyuan, so he dared not say anything and could only suppress his anger in his heart.

The square behind the main entrance of the Academy of Literature is wide. Fang Yun raised his head slightly and saw that the sky nearby was blue and cloudless. The blue sky was an irregular circle. Outside the circle, there were dark clouds and it was still raining. It seemed that there was a great power to disperse the nearby dark clouds and ensure the smoothness of the exam.

After all the two thousand candidates entered the Holy Academy, they walked to the Holy Temple together. Soldiers and yamen runners stood on both sides of the candidates, and local officials stood in front of them. At the front of the crowd were the county magistrate, the county Academy of Literature, and the prefecture Academy of Literature, a total of three county examination examiners.

On the Shengyuan Continent, the "Academy of Literature" is an extremely important system. It is known as the three major systems of each country together with the military and civil officials. It is responsible for educating the people and the imperial examination. It is also the best school in various places. Once there is a war with monsters, the teachers and students of the Academy of Literature will rush to the battlefield.

At the county or prefectural level, the status of the governor is usually slightly lower than that of the county magistrate or prefect. However, in various states, the official position of the prefectural governor is equal to that of the prefecture pastor, and the thesis degree often exceeds that, and the overall status is also higher than that of the prefecture pastor.

The Academy of Chinese Literature is also known as the "School Palace", and the person in charge of the Academy must be "Wen Xiang", one of the four ministers of the cabinet, also known as "Dai Fuzi", because the only person who is qualified to be called "Fuzi" is Confucius, who is the master of the world.

Confucius was the only real person in charge of all the liberal arts palaces. Whether it was the emperor or minister, he only managed the academy on behalf of Confucius.

The Academy of Literature was a place where saints taught scriptures, and the yamen were only part of the monarch's court. In the hearts of many scholars, the Academy of Literature had a higher status.

In front of the three examiners stood a half-person tall copper incense burner, with three thick incense sticks emitting green smoke.

In front of the copper incense burner was the holy temple, with red walls and black eaves, and red doors and Stanley pillars.

There is a standing statue of Confucius in the innermost part. Under the standing statue of Confucius are smaller standing statues of six minor saints, namely King Wen of Zhou, Mencius, Xunzi, Zengzi, Zisizi and Yanzi.

Under the statues of the two sub-saints, there are dozens of holy cards of semi-saints.

Fang Yun looked at the temple in surprise. He could clearly sense that this building exuded a substantial but invisible power, with the power of a mountain and the vastness of the blue sea.

"I'm afraid that is the talent contained in the temple, and it is also the power to disperse the dark clouds." Fang Yun thought to himself.

The county magistrate shouted: "Worship the saint!"

Everyone bowed and paid homage.

The county court master shouted: "Bai Yasheng!"

Everyone bowed again.

"Worship all the saints!" Fuxue was shouting.

Everyone bowed for the third time.

Then the county court master recited the "Sacred Text on Sacrifice to All".

Fang Yun has this article in his memory, which was originally written by the semi-sage Dong Zhongshu. The article lists the name of each saint and a summary. After Dong Zhongshu's death, it was added by "Yanshenggong", a direct descendant of Confucius.

Then, Xuezheng from Fuwen Academy read out the rules of the examination room.

Finally, the county magistrate announced the start of the examination, and all the candidates, led by the Yamen servants, entered the examination room according to their examination license numbers.

Fang Yun took a closer look at his examination card, which read "Di Ding Chen San", and then he carried the book box and searched slowly.

The examination rooms are rows of small houses connected together, and the road between each two rows is large enough for two carriages to pass parallelly.

The examination room faces south and is less than one foot high. If Fang Yun goes inside and stretches out his arms, he can touch the east and west walls, which is very narrow.

There was a table, a chair and a toilet inside. There was a pen washer filled with water on the table, but nothing else.

Fang Yun found his examination room, stood at the door and looked around. From the moment he sat down, no matter what happened, once he left the examination room, the examination was deemed to be over, and he could not re-enter the examination room.

Fang Yun couldn't help clenching his fists and slowly walked into the examination room.

"I can definitely do it!" Fang Yun said firmly in his heart.

Fang Yun sat quietly, raised his head and looked at the sky. Because it was blocked by the eaves, he could only see half of the sun.

The sunlight in the literary courtyard became particularly soft, and Fang Yun did not feel any discomfort even if he looked directly at the sun.

Fang Yun thought of the talent and aura of the temple, and was even more eager for this mysterious power.

The sound of a carriage came from the east, getting closer and closer.

Not long after, a carriage slowly appeared in front of the examination room, and a man took out a stack of yellowish paper from the carriage and handed it over.

Fang Yun stood up, took the test paper with both hands, and said, "Thank you."

The person delivering the paper nodded, glanced at Fang Yun, and continued to hand out papers to the next candidate.

Fang Yun put the test paper on the table and sat down. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar test paper, he showed a strange wry smile.

"Even in another world, I can't get rid of exams. I was not a top student in my previous life. I hope I won't become a scumbag in this life."

Fang Yun thought to himself and did not write immediately. Instead, he looked through the test paper first.

He once read a story. Some people took an exam. There were a lot of questions, but they only took ten minutes to answer them. It was impossible to answer them all. Some people hurriedly started to answer the questions, hoping to write as many as possible.

However, the last question on the test paper said: Only answer the last question.

After Fang Yun read this story, he checked each test paper every time he took an exam, not looking at the last question, but carefully looking for any damage or errors.

One time during an exam, Fang Yun found something wrong with the second paper and asked the teacher to change it in advance. If he waited until he finished answering the first paper before changing it, it would waste a lot of time.

With one sweet experience, Fang Yun developed a habit.

The test paper is larger than the previous test paper, with a total of forty pages. Thirty pages have test questions printed on them, and the other ten pages are blank. If there is a problem with the previous test paper, the candidate can manually re-copy the entire test paper.

The quality of paper and printing is excellent, only a few decades behind the level of the earth. It is no surprise that Fang Yun is a world of talents. If he fell behind in basic aspects such as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone printing, he would have been wiped out by the demons and barbarians long ago.

After reading it roughly, Fang Yun had a rough idea.

The first three pages of the test paper test the lives or deeds of some saints. Among them, the saint Confucius and the six sub-sages must be tested. It seems simple, but the answer must be the text in the saints' classics. You cannot answer in your own words, otherwise it will not be an invitation. Holy Word.

The third one is a test of the poems and songs of the saints.

The next fifteen cards contain one sentence each, and then fill in the original text before or after it.

The last nine are all composed of large sections or even entire chapters of the saints' works written silently.