Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 198 You can choose any woman of marriageable age from among our tribe

Qianzhou City.

Fan Shiyi, Meng Jiusheng and Governor Zhao sat on the high platform.

After the scholar's examination began, tens of thousands of scholars in Qianzhou City also saw the questions and were also trying to solve them.

The question is simple: why study?

The results came out very quickly. Fan Shiyi, the top youngster of Wei, was there. She would naturally take the top spot.

It’s just that Meng Hetang overheard the conversation between several scholars in Qinghe County.

Several scholars from Qinghe County said that there was a poem that would definitely beat Fan Shiyi, which made Meng Hetang unhappy. If Fan Shiyi came in second, wouldn't he be third?
The second is acceptable, the third is unbearable.

So Meng Hetang asked Chen Chao to recite Zhou Ping's poem.

Chen Chao was unwilling at first, after all, he did not have Zhou Ping's authorization.

However, this incident has become more and more serious, and many people have escalated it to personal attacks and even attacks on Qinghe County.

The matter has already involved the reputation of Qinghe County, so Chen Chao must take out Zhou Ping's poem.

As for whether Zhou Ping's poem could win first place, Chen Chao had no doubt about it.

This poem helped him move from the eighth rank to the seventh rank, and it also helped several young and naive children move from being at no rank to being at the rank.

Amid the mocking gazes of tens of thousands of scholars from various states and counties, Chen Chao began to recite Zhou Ping's poems.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth."

"Establish a destiny for the sake of the people."

"Inherit the unique knowledge for the past saints and create peace for all generations!"

As Chen Chao finished reading the poem, the tens of thousands of scholars present immediately became silent, and you could hear a pin drop! Or in other words, it was completely silent.

Meng Jiusheng was the closest to him. After hearing these four sentences, he immediately felt numbness in his body, as if an electric current was passing through his body.

Establish your mind for the world! Establish your destiny for the people! Carry forward the lost knowledge of the past sages! Create peace for the world for all eternity!

Each of these dozens of words is so ordinary, but when combined together, they have such a shocking effect!
Is this something a human could come up with?
Meng Jiusheng was shocked and felt a sound of breaking inside his body.

"I'm a fourth-grade person now!" Meng Hetang smiled bitterly.

All scholars want to enter the fourth rank. Only by entering the fourth rank can one enter the third rank, and by entering the third rank, one can live several hundred years longer.

It can be said that as long as you reach the third rank, you can have your own page in the family tree!
However, Meng Hetang did not want to enter the fourth rank in this way.

To enter the Confucian realm, one can write one's own poetry and then integrate it into the world, but one can also enter the realm by borrowing the poetry of others.

Everyone wants to write a good poem and then put it into good shape, but it is really too difficult!
Only true geniuses can achieve quality through their own ideas, while most people rely on borrowed ideas to achieve quality.

Meng Hetang also relied on borrowing to enter the realm.

It’s just that Meng Hetang is unwilling to use the poems of contemporary people to enter his work.

It is not shameful to use the poems of ancestors to write poems, especially those who are dead. Therefore, Meng Hetang rarely reads poems by living people, let alone poems by people of the same generation.

Meng Hetang was afraid that his spiritual faith would be damaged.

However, today I finally broke the rules.

Meng Hetang used this as an excuse to enter the realm, but this person was still alive and was just like him!

What Meng Hetang didn't expect was that this poem was so good. Meng Hetang felt that none of the poems he had read in his life was as good as this one.

If there is, then Spring River Flowers and Rainy Night can barely rival it.

However, these two poems were actually written by the same person!
Meng Hetang eavesdropped on the conversation of several people and knew that this poem was also written by Zhou Ping.

Even if Meng Hetang didn't want to admit it, he still had to admit that there were two people in this world who were more talented than him.

As for who is more talented between the two, it doesn't matter anymore.

Who would remember the third place? And there are too many third places!

“My Dao Heart!”

Meng Hetang wailed.

When the governor of Zhao heard what Meng Hetang said, he congratulated Meng Jiusheng: "Meng Daru, I didn't expect that the younger generation of your clan is so young and promising. He has already reached the fourth rank at such a young age, and the third rank is expected. Apart from nephew Fan, he is undoubtedly the second young generation!"

There was nothing wrong with what Governor Zhao said.

Meng Hetang calls himself the number one person after Fan Shiyi, but there are several other people who claim this.

However, perhaps the only ones who reached the fourth rank at the age of teenagers were Fan Shiyi and Meng Hetang.

Meng Jiusheng's eyes were confused, he could no longer care about Meng Hetang at this moment!

At this moment, Meng Jiusheng's mind was full of this poem. How many words?

Why study?
This is what all readers think about when reading.

For fame, for profit, for power, for the people, and for the country.

Why are there so many poems about reading, some simple and some brilliant.

However, there is no such deafening song as today.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth."

"Establish a destiny for the sake of the people."

"Inherit the unique knowledge for the past saints and create peace for all generations!"

Meng Jiusheng murmured to himself. Why wasn't this poem written by me?
At the same time, there was also a sound of thunder in Meng Jiusheng's body.

Meng Jiusheng has entered the second rank!
At the same time, Meng Jiusheng's body floated in the air without wind.

"Look, Meng Daru is flying."

"Flying in the daytime, this is a sign of entering the second rank!"

"Meng Daru has entered the second rank!"

The scholars were shocked.

Meng Jiusheng had been a third-rank cultivator for a long time, almost two hundred years, but his cultivation had not improved an inch in the past two hundred years. The governor of Zhao County was stunned.

Second rank! This is second rank!
The eyes of the Zhao County Magistrate were full of envy and jealousy. He had the cultivation of the fourth rank of Confucianism and knew what the second rank meant.

Above the third rank, every breakthrough in cultivation would bring about a sudden change in ability.

The third grade can extend your life by hundreds of years.

The second level can fly in the air without the help of magic weapons.

Not only that, the Wei Dynasty also treated second-rank Confucianists very well, with thousands of taels of silver every year, even if he had no official position and did nothing.

"Everyone, this is a rare opportunity. Please appreciate this poem carefully." Meng Jiusheng returned to the ground from the flying state.

Needless to say, Meng Jiusheng said that many people were actually shocked by this poem, and many people were making breakthroughs and entering the realm of poetry.

About 30% of the people did not notice Meng Jiusheng even though he was flying. They were concentrating on comprehending Zhou Ping's poems wholeheartedly.

At the same time, many people's cultivation also broke through.

"I have entered the ninth rank!"

"I've reached the seventh rank!"

"I have entered the sixth rank."

"I never thought that even though I am old and half of my body is buried in the ground, I still have the chance to enter the fifth rank."

"Strange, I clearly have never been to school, let alone know a few words, so why am I admitted as a rank?"

Among the tens of thousands of scholars at this time, one tenth had their grades broken, and some servants and yamen runners at the banquet were actually promoted to the next level after hearing this poem.

"This is really a great thing, a great thing!" County Magistrate Zhao was very excited.

He was a Confucian scholar and did not become famous because of this poem, but this banquet was hosted by the governor of Zhao County.

Thousands of scholars were admitted into the imperial court because of this, which was an extremely rare thing for the Wei Dynasty.

The Great Wei Dynasty attaches great importance to Confucian culture!

Thousands of scholars have broken through to the lower grade, and one has even broken through to the second grade. This is a huge achievement!

"What Lord Zhao did is truly a great deed. I will remember Lord Zhao's kindness." Meng Jiusheng bowed to Lord Zhao!
The governor of Zhao County hurriedly responded: "No, no."

This is a favor from a second-rank master! County Magistrate Zhao was very excited.

These scholars will be grateful to the governor of Zhao County, and the Wei Dynasty will also give him credit for his contributions.

Not only that, the governor of Zhao even felt that there was a chance that today's incident would be recorded in history.

This is really a big profit! Zhao Junshou rubbed his hands excitedly.

County Magistrate Zhao noticed Fan Shiyi in the corner. Fan Shiyi was in a daze, and his hands were shaking.

"Nephew Fan? What's wrong?" asked County Magistrate Zhao.

Fan Shiyi closed his eyes, then slowly said: "I have entered the third rank!"

Fan Shiyi’s words made the governor of Zhao County stand there in a daze!

Confucian third rank, third rank!? Such a young third rank?

At this time, the excitement in Zhao Jun's heart had disappeared. His jealousy immediately took over.

Good boy! It turns out that all my hard work has been for his benefit!
This is the third rank of Confucianism. There are at least thousands of people of the fourth rank of Confucianism in the Wei Dynasty, but only one in a hundred can reach the third rank!

The third level is a huge gap!

A third-grade rank could allow one to live for hundreds of years, which was a huge temptation for many people.

When Zhao Junshou looked at Fan Shiyi, the happiness in his heart had completely disappeared. He was left with only jealousy and hatred!
Why? Why did he enter the third rank! He is so much younger than me!
I am already over fifty years old. If I don’t reach the third rank, I will die!

The Zhao County Magistrate's nails pierced into his palm, and blood flowed out.

Although there was jealousy in Meng Jiusheng's eyes, it was not much. He was more relieved. He still had the broad mind that a scholar should have.

Meng Jiusheng glanced at Governor Zhao but did not expose his embarrassment.

"Congratulations, nephew. You and I will be fellow Taoists from now on!" Meng Jiusheng congratulated.

At the same time, the scholars in the audience also knew that Fan Shiyi had actually entered the third rank.

After the third level, people are no longer the same species!

Ordinary people can only live for a few decades, but those with the third-grade cultivation can live for hundreds of years.

"I never thought that Master Fan would be a Confucian third-rank scholar."

"As expected of a child of the first rank of Confucianism, the child of Mr. Fan, he is so amazing."

"Confucianism has nothing to do with one's father. It mainly depends on one's talent. I can only say that Master Fan is really talented."

"Yes, talent plus today's poem."

"I have a feeling that this poem will be remembered forever."

"Yes, I never thought that a little scholar from a small place could write such a good poem."

"I never thought that this plain-looking man could write such a good poem."

Everyone was shocked that Fan Shiyi's cultivation had reached the third level, and they were also shocked that the author of the poem was actually of average appearance.

They all thought it was a poem copied by Chen!
When Meng Hetang learned that Fan Shiyi had entered the third rank, he was shocked, but he felt a little relieved.

"Fan Shiyi has entered the third rank, so he won't fight for the title of the greatest young man of the time."

"Then the first place goes to Zhou Ping, and I am still second. This is good." "Being second is also good."

Meng Hetang felt that Fan Shiyi was no longer his opponent, since he could no longer see the other person's back.

However, Meng Hetang has already turned his target to Zhou Ping.

"Chen Chao, come here!"

"This poem you wrote is truly a great merit, and it has an incomparable effect on the prosperity of the culture of our Great Wei." "For this poem alone, I can accept you as my personal disciple, and I can also guarantee that you can study in the Kyoto Academy." "If you are unmarried, you can choose any girl of the right age in my clan!"

(End of this chapter)