I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 256
Wenchao Township Examination, it took three years to get a top ranking.

Countless literati and students have spent their whole lives, longing for the high school exams on this day, and since then they have really had such a connection with the court.

As soon as the laurel list was released, the students who saw their names on the list immediately covered their faces and wept, jumped up and cheered, while the students who did not make it to the laurel list wept silently and sighed again and again.

Some people are happy, others are worried.

In a corner of the square, Song Liwen, who was still a little excited about his success in becoming a Juren, suddenly changed his expression at this moment.

He turned his head and saw Song Mu who was thrown high among the dense crowd of students, and heard those people shouting "Jiashenke Song Mubang".

The voice was crisp and clear, but every sound made Song Liwen tightly clenched his fists.

Because that is an achievement that is beyond my reach, and my ranking is no more than 60 of them.

But this Song Mu turned out to be Xie Yuan!It is the No.1 of this rural examination!
What is he capable of, and why?
Song Liwen roared in his heart, and felt even more angry at this moment, but the people around were immersed in cheers, and almost no one noticed any expression about Song Liwen.

"Song Mu..."

Song Liwen said secretly, at this moment he lowered his head slightly, his eyes were filled with cold eyes.

At this moment, cheers were everywhere in the square of the main entrance of the examination institute, and Song Mu was finally put down, and then walked towards the gate of the north courtyard surrounded by the cheers of everyone.

The five chiefs of the provincial examination stepped forward at this moment, and Song Mu walked in the front with his head held high, and he came to the gate of the examination institute with his hands down.

The cheers from the surrounding people were even louder, and even the student standing on a high place cheered loudly, Jiashenke Song Mubang's voice spread all over the place.

Thousands of miles of clear skies, the sound of Yuzhang City shook the sky today.

"Song Mu, I did not misread you!"

It was Fang Mingyuan who spoke. He was staring at Song Mu at the moment, and the expression on his face was somewhat agitated.

He Shilin next to him also stepped forward at the moment, looked at Song Mu as well, and said in surprise.

"It seems that the old man is arrogant. I didn't expect you to be able to write two consecutive articles that aroused the vision of the world."

"After today, you will be the most prestigious candidate in my Jiangnan West Road!"

The two adults stepped forward to encourage them, and many officials also cast pertinent glances at Song Mu. Song Mu let out a deep breath, solemnly bowed his hands to everyone, then turned around, and bowed his hands to the thousands of people in front of him.

When the common people saw Song Mu's actions, the scene was even more ebullient, and the cheers came loudly for a while, even those who were used to such scenes were shocked at the moment.

Because they have never seen the people of a city perform such crazy actions.

In just a few days, no one in the whole city of Yuzhang knew Song Mu, and didn't know what feats Song Mu had done.

Seeing that Song Mu became the Xie Yuan of this township examination, they were very happy and agreed with Song Mu as Xie Yuan from the bottom of their hearts.

Any literati student is overshadowed in front of this moment.

Song Mu clasped his hands to the surroundings, cheers came and went, and the other scholars saw Song Mu's situation at the moment, and they were even more depressed at the moment. They felt that the young man in front of him was too shining, but they had to admire him. At the moment calm and calm look.

After saluting to everyone, candidates' essays had already started to be posted outside the examination hall, and Song Mu and others also headed towards the examination hall under the guidance of the sacrificial officer.

Those candidates and scholars on the list all go for it.

They will accept another baptism of Wen Xing, and from this day onwards, these people will obtain the rank of Juren, and will become an indispensable force in the Wen Dynasty's combat power.

This is a lofty embodiment of the value of scholars, and it is Wenchao's greatest support for thousands of students.

Song Mu walked in the front of these people, and the students following behind all looked up at Song Mu who was leading the team, their eyes were full of envy.

Everyone came to the examination hall all the way, and the avenue under the altar appeared in front of everyone at this moment.

The high-rise altar stood majestically in front of everyone, and the altar was carved and cast from layers of white marble. When it was dignified and heavy, it also revealed a strong aura of majesty.

When everyone came here, they even unconsciously slowed down their breathing, not daring to let out a sound.

Song Mu also looked up at the altar in front of him, and his heart was also agitated at the moment.

This is another opportunity for me to get in touch with the inheritance of this magnificent literary dynasty's extraordinary literary power, and this kind of opportunity is fascinating and even more awe-inspiring.

When Song Mu came to that place, the next sacrificial officer also led the crowd forward.

The talented scholars on the sub-list sat on the ground on the first floor of the altar, the literati who ranked after the top ten on the main list sat on the second floor where the four literary stars were, and the remaining ten people moved forward all the way to the top of the altar.

The literary star carefully wrapped with precision copper balls is suspended at the highest point of the altar.

Ascending the heights and looking far away, there was also a gust of breeze coming from the height of the altar. The sacrificial officer scanned the crowd and asked them to sit on the ground.

The literati who had already received the baptism of literary stars in the academy examination naturally knew the rules, and they all sat down immediately.

Song Mu wanted to sit down immediately, but was suddenly stopped by the old sacrificial officer.

"Your name is Song Mu, right? Xie Yuan, please come forward and lend me your literary strength."

Hearing what the sacrificial officer said, Song Mu was dumbfounded at the moment, and walked over with some puzzlement, and those students who knew the reason were all envious in their eyes at the moment.

Song Mu stepped forward and cupped his hands, the old man had already said to Song Mu.

"Song Jieyuan, please lend me some of my strength to open this altar."

Song Mu was also taken aback when he heard the news. He never knew that the altar could be opened by himself.

And when Song Mu released Wen Li in surprise and doubt, the old man had already opened his mouth to explain.

"This is the blessing that Jie Yuan should have. I heard that you also triggered two visions of heaven and earth this time? Not bad."

As the old man said so, he stretched out his finger, and saw that a trace of literary strength on Song Mu's finger was mobilized immediately, and then moved towards the copper ball on the altar.

Song Mu was amazed when he saw this strange scene, but those who heard the old man's words were suddenly a little bit shocked.

Song Mu triggered the vision of heaven and earth twice?Wait, could it be that the vision that has been circulating on the first night of the rural examination was also caused by Song Mu?
Everyone said in their hearts that it was impossible, and at this moment they felt a little bit shaken in their hearts.

At this moment, the Wenxing copper ball has been slowly unfolded under the urging of Song Mu Wenli, and at the same time the old man's words came again, but at this moment the words spread all over the altar.

"Concentrate your mind, grasp your literary heart, and carefully guide your literary energy into your body!"

The old man said it twice slowly, at this moment everyone also slowly closed their eyes, feeling all this carefully.

Song Mu also sat cross-legged, and at this moment, his own literary power was still connected with the slowly unfolding literary star, and Song Mu suddenly felt something different in it.

A hot and rushing breath came suddenly and violently, and even rushed into his meridians at that moment.

Seeing a red band of light moving randomly in his meridians like a red dragon, Song Mu was also shocked.

But at this moment, the old man had already set his eyes on Song Mu.

"The literary power is condensed and vigorous, and the body has the power of thought. This son will definitely pass the imperial examination in the future."

When he said this, the old man's eyes were shining brightly.

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