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Chapter 129 Dapeng is in the same wind, with a text pressure of [-]!
I don't know if it was the heavenly court's reminder, or the Daxu court really had the reputation of foresight. The majestic luck of these [-] candidates is really not easy to suppress.

Those who raise people, prepare officials, wear official uniforms and half seals, and put them in a small place can directly open up a village and become an ancestor spirit.

And among the [-] Juren who came to participate in the Spring Festival, which one was not one in a thousand, and which one was not a great talent who was admired by the stars and blessed with good luck.

If you want to force them to prevent their luck from interfering with each other, you have to suffer a counterattack.

Under the hope, the various examination rooms of the Gongyuan were full of different scenes of luck and brilliance, and they were magnificent.

There are even some candidates who are too lucky, and their green and yellow qi soar to the sky, and they are extremely powerful.

You don't obey me, I don't obey you, and the luck visions compete with each other to suppress each other.

However, when Prince Rui invited the emperor's seal out, the Gongyuan, the largest building in the inner city, suddenly fell silent.

The strong sense of oppression made the luck of the [-] candidates connect, forming an endless sea of ​​roaring clouds.

Township!

Prince Rui seemed to have been fully authorized by Emperor Xiangxing, he uttered two words lightly, as if he had Tianxian in his mouth.

Immediately, a phantom image of a seal that was hundreds or thousands of times larger appeared on the emperor's seal.

It disdains everything, and wisps of emperor's purple qi emanate from the bottom of the seal, pressing fiercely towards the sea of ​​luck below.

The luck of 3 people roared unreconciled, and set off a huge wave to wash away the phantom of Xinxi, and there was a slight tendency to stagnate for a while.

Naturally, the ever-changing luck scene in the examination room could not be hidden from the Taoist official sitting upstairs in Mingyuan.

They had white hair and childlike faces, and ruddy complexions. They shook their heads slightly as they watched the struggle of the candidates' luck below, as if they already knew the result.

"It is indeed a rare spring scene. The candidates are so lucky that they are rebellious. This old man has never seen it after going through two dynasties."

"I don't know how many dragons and tigers there are among these [-] people! They are all the sons of luck in the future world of great struggle, and may lead the victory or defeat of a county and a state."

"However, the Heavenly Court and the imperial court have long expected that Prince Rui is fully qualified to use the Six Seals of the Son of Heaven when the Son of Heaven is in bed with him."

"Even if it's only the emperor's seal that has been used the least number of times, after all, I have accumulated the emperor's purple energy for 320 years, and I can't please Yangshen when I go up."

In the few words of several Yang Shen Dao officials, the battle of luck has already been decided. With [-] candidates unconsciously fighting, the counterattack of the cloud tide of luck is really just an egg hitting a stone.

When the shadow of the humane real dragon emerges riding on the purple energy, the overall situation will be settled.

In an instant, the turbulent winds turned into calm, everyone's luck was suppressed back into the body, and there would be no interference with other people's luck in this exam.

What happened just now, Zhou Bai was able to fully understand what happened because of his great power of hope, but the others only saw that Prince Rui invited out the emperor's seal, and then they were a little surprised and dumbfounded.

You must know that the six seals of the Son of Heaven are all sealed with purple mud from Wudu, green cloth bag, white plain, seamless at both ends, signed in the middle of a ruler and a board.

Today, it is actually wrapped in yellow patterned dragon cloth as the seal of Zhenyun.

But this not only didn't make the examinees angry, but they only felt that it was an honor to be a participant of this grand event.

Regardless of whether they can be named on the gold list, they have fought desperately and have a clear conscience.

According to the examination process, the next step should be to ask the Taoist officials to open the magic circle to suppress the abnormalities of Wen Qi, and then to unseal the test papers and distribute them.

It's just that it will be tried, so naturally it won't be so troublesome.

The magic circle was opened as early as the examiners and examiners entered the tribute courtyard in advance, and no one was allowed to enter or leave until the examination was over and the dragon gate was opened.

Defense against possible accidents is the main function of the tribute court magic circle, but it is also a side function that the magic circle has set up long ago to cover up the cultural anomalies and prevent the culture from interfering with the order of the examination room.

After the transportation was completed, Prince Rui sat down slowly, and then signaled the bowing grand scholars next to him to stand up.

Next, the assistant examiner will preside over it, and he does not need to do it himself.

As the first assistant, Zhang Xu, a scholar of Zhongji Temple, naturally did his part. He shook his sleeves, stood at the front of the middle stage and said loudly: "Everyone, please listen carefully. The first scene is poetry, and the theme is not limited. It takes half a day."

Zhang Xu's loud and loud sound was transmitted to each examination booth through the magic circle, and then giant light curtains appeared between the wide pillars of the Zhongtai Hall, which almost all candidates could see.

And in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, there is also a smaller mana light curtain in front of the pavilion where each test area is located.

Is it to show the title?
Just as Zhou Bai thought, soon, a few lines of words appeared on the mana light curtain.

The first scene, poetry.

Subject: unlimited.

Candidates are asked to show their level and write the best in their careers.

Time limit: unlimited.

It is recommended to start the second exam at two hours, please refer to the sundial.

Then the light curtain flickered a few more times, and the projection of a sundial appeared on the light curtain, and the pointer scale was clearly visible.

A sundial is an instrument for observing the time of the sun's shadow. It is mainly based on the position of the sun's shadow to specify the hour or number of quarters at that time.

And because the main body of the sundial projection is in the palace, it is a magic weapon that directly runs time against the sun and will not be affected by the weather.

A few lines of simple text, the meaning is very obvious.

There is no limit to the theme, and it is hoped that candidates can freely play and write poems with higher literary spirit as much as possible.

There is no time limit, and two hours is recommended, which is based on the regulations of the examination.

After the three exams are over, the papers will be collected uniformly. Generally, there are two exams on the first day, and the last exam on the second and third days.

Even if it is the last hour of the last day, it is still possible to perfect the content of the poem.

Of course, most of the candidates who know the questions of the previous exams will not think that they are really late, and they still have the energy to deduct every word.

In the last round, two days of Taoism-related exams will consume a lot of energy and energy. The official suggestion of two hours is of course reasonable.

Zhou Bai glanced at the current time, it was just past time, and it was not time to eat, two hours was enough for him.

Unlike other people, he had to analyze the direction he was good at and decide on the topic he wanted to write about. He only needed to look through the collection of Blue Star's memory.

While studying ink, many famous poems appeared in Zhou Bai's mind, none of which had ever appeared in this world.

That's right, Zhou Bo wants to copy. Although he is indeed at a very high level now, and can write golden and red poems at his fingertips, it is not enough for this year's general examination.

According to the general situation, such as the previous exams, Poetry of Chijin has the hope of being a Jinshi.

But this year, with [-] people competing in the same field, only the Jinqing poems that show their youthful spirit will be worth watching, and they will not be too far behind.

If you want to establish an advantage in the first game, Qingshi is a must.

Excluding Fanbang’s vassal states, there are only two green poems published in one prefecture on average, and there are 48 poems in 96 prefectures.

The poems of Danqing can only be ranked in the top [-] or the bottom, and counting the top three places, there is no hope for the first and second places.

Zhou Bai glanced at his own youthful luck, and remembered those hot candidates who had been waiting for him before, at least ten of them surpassed him.

Even Xie Feichen from Wuzhou, Wang Guang from Yangzhou, Yu Yuan from Zhongzhou...these are all green spirits condensed into a canopy, and they are lucky.

Although the Dragon King of Ningjiang had already had a high opinion of this spring, he didn't expect that a wave of youth luck could be regarded as the middle class of the second class.

There will be a palace test on March 25th, but the palace test is a kind of additional test of the heavens, and it will not change the ranking too much.

If Zhou Bai can't compete for the first place, he must have the top ten of the second place. According to the usual practice, only the top ten of the second place will have the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Pill.

His soul has reached the state of clarity, but his body has no mana, so using the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Pill is perfect.

Thinking of this, the poems in Zhou Bai's mind have changed from ordinary poets to Li Bai's poems.

If you want to write, write the best poems. Li Bai, the poet fairy, can't beat you and 3 people? !
It's a pity that although Zhou Bai also loves to read books and poems in Blue Star, he doesn't have the accumulation of Jiazi who has a picture scroll of Dragon Palace in this life.

Even if you haven't read all of Li Bai's poems, and you still have to meet his current conditions, the selection speed will be faster.

After several comparisons in the end, Zhou Bai decided that it was the famous song Shang Li Yong, and he changed his name to Dapeng.

At this point, a quarter of an hour has passed, and most people have determined their direction and are drafting.

The ink ingot turned into thick ink, and Zhou Bai wanted to write as soon as he picked up the pen, without any delay.

Because he can't guarantee how long this poem will be written, the more literary the poem, the heavier the writing.

With one stroke, the luck in the body began to pour into the tip of the pen, and the literary spirit on the rice paper faintly emerged.

At the beginning, it is red gas, then golden gas, red gold.

On the same day, Dapeng rose from the wind and lifted up to 90,000 miles.

After the first sentence was finished, the thick ink blotted out green, as if what he had just stained with blue ink.

However, the ink used in the test was all Huizhou ink purchased by the imperial court from Huizhou in the south of the Yangtze River, so there would be no difference after repeated inspections.

If he continued to write, the speed would not be any faster. Zhou Bai only felt like he was carrying his pen like a thousand catties, and he was sweating like rain.

Fortunately, his youth luck is not as good as those monsters in front of him, but there is no shortage of ordinary yellow luck and red luck. It is not in vain to accumulate for so long.

If the wind breaks down, it will still be able to shake the water.

When the world sees my constant special tone, they all sneer when they hear what I say.

After writing the second and third sentences, the whole rice paper has been dyed a piece of sky blue, which represents the highest quality of green energy, which is the same for both luck and writing.

"Whoo~"

Zhou Bai let out a long breath and sighed in his heart: You are indeed a poet.

If it weren't for the fact that the magic circle of the Gongyuan was built with the support of the heavens, I am afraid that the youthful energy of this Dapeng poem will really rise to the sky.

And the writing of Tianqing's words in the examination booth No. 53 of Renzi was also noticed by Mingyuan Building early, and the examiners in the Zhongtai Hall were notified.

Strictly monitor the candidates for Qingshi, this is the unspoken rule of the imperial examination, not for fear of them cheating, but for protection.

Green poems represent the extremely high realm of poetry, and once written, they must be recorded in the annals of humanity, and the original manuscripts will be dedicated to heaven.

Because of the difficulty of writing, many candidates want to fight hard in the examination room, often disregarding their own luck and physical limitations, it is common to vomit blood while writing.

What's more, if you forcefully finish writing green poems, you will lose your spirit and luck. In the future, let alone becoming an official, it will be difficult for an ordinary person with a longer life span.

However, those who can forcefully write young poems are just short of savings now, which means that there is a great possibility in the future that they can write them completely without hurting their bodies.

Therefore, in order to protect these talents, the examination room will focus on taking care of them, and if they fail, they will be stopped with protective measures.

At this moment in the Zhongtai Hall, all the examiners stared happily at a light curtain on the table, which showed that there were examination booths with different cultural atmospheres everywhere.

"In one hour, there are more than 60 people who have signs of green poetry. This Dingzhou Xieyuan Zhou Bai is even more blue. No wonder the emperor wants me to sit in the town." Prince Rui looked at the light curtain on the table and was quite happy. said.

"Examiner, Zhou Bai's first sentence is full of youthfulness, but if he didn't write the last sentence, he is azure, I'm afraid." Zhang Xu hesitated.

Prince Rui's heart also moved, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid what?"

Another scholar stepped forward and explained: "What Zhang Shoufu meant, I'm afraid this poem will appear purple."

Prince Rui clenched his spread hands suddenly, with anticipation and excitement on his face: "Tell Li Zhenjun and them right away, please focus on Renzi No. 53."

Ziqi poetry is the highest level of poetry quality, and there are very few in history.

Anything that is written, even if it is not tested in the next two rounds, can still be registered in heaven.

As for the green poems showing purple, although they are not as good as the complete purple poems, they are still extremely precious.

Looking at the long river of history, it can also be regarded as extremely high-level poetry, which can be counted on the fingers of the hand during the Daxu Dynasty, and there are few records.

Qing poetry can be known all over the world, but not every Qing poem can be handed down.

But every blue and purple poem will be recorded in the history books and poem steles of the Heavenly Court.

Even if Zhou Bai wrote blue and purple poems, it would add national fortune to Daxu, and if he was mentioned in later generations, he would never forget that Daxu was a dynasty with prosperous literature and morals.

Zhou Bai didn't know that all the bosses were very anxious at this time. While hoping that he would write the last sentence, at the same time, they were worried that they would not be able to hold on and damage their luck and spirit.

In the last sentence, every stroke and every word needs Zhou Bai to do his best.

No, he got stuck at the first stroke, because he couldn't write the honorific title of Confucius, Xuanfu.

After having to be changed to a saint, it was able to continue.

Time passed bit by bit, and there were already many changes in the various examination rooms outside.

For example, a poem written by Wuzhou Xie Feichen, even when the magic circle was in operation to suppress it, still had a green air leaking two feet from the rice paper.

Even if it only lasts for three breaths, it is extremely rare. This is a large formation set up by the guidance of the heavenly court.

This writing, Zhou Bai wrote until the last quarter of noon, when the yang energy in the outside world was at its peak.

He seemed to be the young poet fairy at that time, and with full of pride, he finally brought Dapeng to an end.

A saint can still be afraid of future generations, but a husband should not be young!
Immediately, suppressed in the rice paper, the green energy in the words inevitably gushes out, turning into a great roc with wings soaring.

The three-foot green gas turns into a roc.

It's a pity that it has not yet flown out of the test booth, and let the other candidates see its ambition to rise to the clouds.

However, the inspectors, the inspectors, the gods sitting in charge, and Prince Rui, who was staring at the light curtain, could clearly see that several feathers on Qingpeng's wings were purple.

An unmistakable purple poem!
Zhou Bai endured the soreness in his arm, put down the brush, and let out a sigh of relief.

He also saw Qingpeng's purple feathers just now, only a few.

Maybe it has something to do with him taking a step back and changing two words, but even a very faint purple aura is enough to make him look down on these [-] people.

At the end of noon, when the lunch instructions were lit on the light curtain, no other purple poems were born.

Looking forward to the success of Qi, he is sensitive to luck. If there was purple Qi before, he would definitely be able to detect it.

"This child, if there is no accident, must be the choice of heaven and man. Alas, the mortal court cannot suppress it." Li Zhenjun, who was enshrined in the imperial palace, sighed upstairs in Mingyuan.

Prince Rui looked at the very clearly reflected Dapeng poems and murmured, his face was full of complex expressions, obviously he also understood that the goal of such a great talent must not be a Jinshi.

Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles!

In the first game this morning, Zhou Bai took advantage of this great roc to win [-] points!
(End of this chapter)