Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 351 Zhang Yuan, courtesy name Juzheng
Li Wenyan saw that all the candidates had arrived in front of him and turned to look at Wang Zhixue.

"Brother Zhiyuan, I'll take them away first. You can contact other academies to see how to arrange the follow-up."

Wang Zhixue hesitated for a moment and nodded.

His Confucian and Taoist magical powers focus more on education and do not add much to combat power in battles.

Li Wenyan's Confucian and Taoist magical powers are more suitable for combat.

"Be careful." Wang Zhixue bowed.

Li Wenyan laughed, waved his hand, held the ruler, and walked out of the examination hall quickly.

Zhang Yuan and a group of students followed closely behind, carrying their school boxes.

"Haha, is this the legendary hidden mission?"

"It's fate, this time it must be fate. I, Yang Baitao, have been taking exams for eighty years, and I never thought I would finally encounter such an opportunity to enter without answering any questions."

The students were all excited and curious, and had never thought about what kind of dangers they would encounter on this trip.

After all the students left, Wang Zhixue looked at the long desk where Zhang Yuan had answered questions before and walked over slowly.

When he reached the long desk, his eyes fell on the test questions.

"hiss--"

Fifty questions!
This student actually answered fifty questions!
Wang Zhixue looked excited and carefully picked up the test paper.

"Yuan Wuhen's patriotism, the answer is: mountains and rivers shattered by the wind, catkins blown by the wind, his life ups and downs like duckweed in the rain?"

"Zhang Yunfei, the character from 'Starry Night Talk'?"

"The artistic conception of Feng Xiaoyao, the master of poetry, is like the clouds rolling and unrolling as they please, and the world is free and unrestrained along the autumn path..."

Wang Zhixue's expression changed from excitement to disappointment, and he threw the test paper onto the desk.

"It's all made up."

“I didn’t get any of the questions right.”

He turned and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around, his eyes showing a serious look, picked up the test paper, looked at the words and name on it, and then looked at the answers to each question.

"The clouds roll and unroll as they please, the world wanders freely along a path of autumn. I've never heard of this poem before, but it seems to truly sum up Feng Xiaoyao's life..."

He put away the test paper and left quickly.

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In the swaying carriage, Zhang Yuan sat upright, next to him was Yang Baitao with a fluttering white beard, and opposite him were two young students in their early twenties.

"My name is Wei Ronghai, and my courtesy name is Zihan." The young man in green robe opposite Zhang Yuan clasped his fists, and then the carriage shook, causing him to almost fall. It was the young man next to him who reached out to support him.

"My name is Xu Zhixing, and my courtesy name is Lixing." The young man looked up.

"Zhang Yuan," Zhang Yuan pondered for a moment before speaking, "his name is Juzheng."

"If you live in an upright position, you will act uprightly. Zhang Yuan, your calligraphy is well chosen." Yang Baitao, who was sitting next to Zhang Yuan, shook her head with regret on her face. "If I had such a good calligraphy back then, it would have been so great..."

Zhang Yuan, Wei Ronghai, and Xu Zhixing, who were standing opposite, all looked at Yang Baitao. Yang Baitao blushed and waved her hand, saying, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's not talk about it anymore. We've been together for a long time, so we should support each other."

He lowered his voice and said, "I think this mission is not going to be easy."

"I remember fifty years ago, when I was taking a test for the academy, halfway through..."

Fear was revealed in Yang Baitao's eyes, his fists were clenched, and there was a hint of repressed aura turbulent around him.

Zhang Yuan was somewhat surprised that this old scholar who had wasted decades of his life actually possessed such a strong sense of righteousness.

However, this tremendous power seemed to be blocked by something and could not be revealed.

"Halfway through the exam, a huge monster suddenly rushed into the exam room!"

Yang Baitao's face twitched and his beard shook slightly.

"That massacre was truly a river of blood..."

"Almost all the students taking the exam were killed and their bodies torn to pieces. If I hadn't been the instructor and fought so hard to protect them, I would have died too."

Rolling up his sleeves, Yang Baitao revealed the long scars on his arms.

The scar was hideous, like the eye of a vicious beast.

"The instructor died right in front of me. I was knocked unconscious by the evil spirit. When I woke up, I heard the great scholar who came to rescue me say that the great demon had discovered that there were elite Confucian and Taoist people with extraordinary talents in the examination hall."

"Once there are elite descendants of Confucianism and Taoism, they will be killed."

"What a pity that Confucian and Taoist elite was torn into pieces by the great demon before he could truly grow."

Yang Baitao's face was full of regret and her head hung low.

"Since then, I've had a splitting headache every time I took an exam and couldn't answer any questions at all."

"But I'm unwilling to give up. If I don't take the exam, I'll be sorry for the teacher who risked his life to save me..."

There was complete silence in the carriage.

Wei Ronghai and Xu Zhixing on the opposite side both had serious expressions.

After a long time, the carriage seemed to reach the mountain road and its speed slowed down a lot.

"So, is there anyone in our courtyard who has shown outstanding talent this time?" Wei Ronghai looked up at Yang Baitao and Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan shook his head.

Yang Baitao also shook her head.

"Perhaps only the instructor knows, but he can't possibly tell."

"then……"

"Who are you, evil spirit? Show yourself immediately--" A loud shout from the front interrupted Yang Baitao's voice.

The carriage also came to an abrupt stop.

Zhang Yuan reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage, looking at Li Wenyan, who was holding a ruler on the carriage frame in front of him. The mighty power surged from his body, causing the surrounding heaven and earth to shake.

"Divine power, the harmony of ritual and music, this is the means of destroying evil spirits with the mighty power of Confucianism."

Yang Baitao whispered.

The old scholar's age has its advantages. At least he knows a lot.

In front, more than ten feet away from the carriage where Li Wenyan was standing, a piece of rock turned into a black wild boar about ten feet long, roaring and charging towards the carriage.

Li Wenyan snorted coldly, swung the ruler in his hand forward, and said, "This is not in accordance with etiquette. Punishment."

As the voice fell, a green light flashed from the ruler like a chain, smashing out with a bang.

"Snapped--"

The green light hit the wild boar's head, causing its body to fall over and roll on the hillside.

Zhang Yuan saw that this attack had a force of three thousand pounds.

In other words, Li Wenyan's Confucian and Taoist methods can have innate level power.

Outside Yongtianzhou, the power of heaven and earth is not restrained or suppressed, and the circulation of power is indeed much easier than in Yongtianzhou.

No wonder Ji Yuntang and the others missed the days outside Yongtianzhou when their words could be followed by laws.

The wild boar was hit but was not seriously injured. Instead, it looked ferocious, wheezing, and then walked around Li Wenyan's carriage and turned to rush towards other carriages.

Before he even arrived, the horses pulling the vehicle had already panicked and were running around in panic.

The mountain path was narrow and a carriage was about to roll down the cliff.

Li Wenyan frowned and swung the ruler in his hand again.

"If you don't study hard, don't correct yourself, punish—"

There were two green chains connected together, one of which hit the wild boar's head, and the other pulled its hind legs and pulled it down the cliff.

The wild boar was hit on the head, staggered, and the chains pulled its hind legs, causing it to roll towards the cliff.

The cliff is dozens of feet high. If you fall down, even if it is a practicing monster, it will probably die.

The wild boar could no longer stop, kicking its four legs, its eyes full of ferocity, and it raised its head and roared at the carriage in front.

"Roar--"

The horse pulling the carriage's hooves gave way, and the carriage fell forward, sliding down the cliff.

The students who had already left the carriages on the surrounding carriages exclaimed in surprise.

Li Wenyan raised his hand, and the chain activated by the ruler was retracted from the wild boar, and then dragged the frame and shaft of the cart.

Unfortunately, the weight of the carriage frame, horses, and students on board caused Li Wenyan to be pulled off the carriage.

Seeing that the carriage was about to slide down the cliff, Zhang Yuan took a step forward and moved in front of the carriage.

"Be careful--"

"spread--"

There were exclamations all around.

It would be of no use for Zhang Yuan to stand in front of the carriage. Instead, he would be crushed to death by the carriage and roll down the cliff with it.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Yuan bent his body slightly and pressed his shoulders forward.

Martial arts moves.

Iron Fist.

Tieshan leans against.

"Bam—"

The carriage was held firmly in place.

"Good strength!"

"Oh, practicing both Confucianism and martial arts!"

There was cheering all around.

Li Wenyan was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed.

The wild boar, half of whose body had already slid down the cliff, suddenly jumped up and charged towards Zhang Yuan who was holding the frame with its sharp fangs!
(End of this chapter)