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Chapter 111: In the arena of fame, dust is gone and light is born, the sea of literature is boundl

Chapter 111: In the arena of fame, dust is gone and light is born, the sea of literature is boundless
Wei Song didn't actually become a corpse in the end. He woke up on his own in the afternoon.

After struggling to take some medicine powder he brought with him, his breathing became better.

But he looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, his face pale and he no longer looked around, but just lowered his head to answer the questions.

Chen Xu closed his eyes slightly, recalling the method of opening up the sea of literature taught by Ji Weizi.

After finishing the policy paper, he felt as if he had caught some kind of inspiration. As his breath flowed, he always had an urge to burst out at any time.

But he knew it wasn't enough.

He still needs to continue to incubate and wait.

The first day of the exam passed just like that.

When I slept in the examination room at night, I always seemed to hear faint sobbing sounds all around me.

The bright moon illuminates the world, but I don’t know if it can shine into everyone’s dreams.

The test papers were handed out the next day, and the number of questions was still very large.

The students' hissing sounds actually became less frequent, and the entire examination room was quieter than yesterday.

When I opened the test paper, I found that the main questions this time were about judicial precedents.

They had to write verdicts according to the Dali laws and regulations, and also compose memorials, but in the end, there were still a lot of mathematical questions.

Overall, it is no easier than the first exam.

But as the saying goes, it is difficult for those who don’t know how to do it, and it is not difficult for those who know how to do it.

Chen Xu was doing the questions, brewing the increasingly mysterious energy in his body.

He was completely focused and even regarded the exam as a form of spiritual practice.

No matter how turbulent the outside world is, no matter how some people are anxiously waiting, or how worried and anxious they are.

The little demon Wei Yuan quickly burrowed into an alley not far from the examination room. Behind several walls, the little hedgehog was waiting with a book box on his back.

"I also want to take the exam and achieve fame." The hedgehog demon murmured, feeling envious in his heart.

"If I can achieve fame, will the teacher come back to see me?"

"I'm not lazy, but I'm just a little bit stupid..."

"Can Fellow Daoist Chen pass the exam in one go? He definitely can, he's so knowledgeable."

"But if he passes the exam, the Huai Ghost of Pufeng Mountain will definitely say he's even more delicious. Then won't they hunt him down even more relentlessly and want to eat him?"

"Ugh……"

The little demon sighed.

On the second night, the atmosphere in the examination room was a little strange.

The main problem is that many people avoid going to the toilet and getting stamped with the "shit stamp", so they go to the toilet in their own cells.

In this way, the toilet no longer smelled bad, but the faint fishy stench almost filled the entire examination room.

What is this thing called?
Although the examination room seems sacred, it is filled with feces and urine.

Scholars pursue purity, but the fact is that everyone has to go through filth.

And generation after generation has become accustomed to this. I don’t know whether it is really normal or really ridiculous.

Chen Xu became more and more calm and lowered his breathing to almost nothing.

The vigorous inspiration surged in his body, becoming more and more powerful.

He spent another night in the pure moonlight and the filthy world, and felt that he seemed to have a deeper understanding of fame, wealth and power.

On the third day, the test questions were distributed.

There are two essays from the Four Books and one examination poem.

The entire examination room became increasingly quiet, as if everyone was holding their breath, ready to pour all their energy into the test paper.

Write, write, write.

The two expositions on the Four Books were completed quickly.

When the test poem appeared, Chen Xu was still holding his breath.

He looked at the title: "Fu De Chun Shan Yue".

It was another test poem with "Spring" as its theme! The only difference was that the last time I wrote about falling flowers in spring, this time I was going to write about the moon over the spring mountains.

The provincial and academy examinations were held twice in a row, scheduled for late spring and early summer. Therefore, it is not surprising that examination poems with the theme of "Spring" appeared every few years.

Compared with the last Spring Falling Flowers, this time's Spring Mountain Moon is even easier to write overall.

It is conceivable that the test questions in policy essays, classics, mathematics, and laws have made it very difficult for the candidates. It is only natural that the test questions may be a little more relaxed when it comes to poetry.

However, this kind of topic is easy to write but difficult to make it stand out.

Chen Xu thought about the moonlight he had seen two nights ago and couldn't help but sigh softly.

This time there is no passion, no sadness for the passing of spring and the moon, and no need to reminisce about the past and present.

Just write like a clear stream flowing.

“When people are idle, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fall, and the spring mountains are empty in the quiet night.

The moon rises and startles the mountain birds, which sometimes sing in the spring stream.

The elegant words are like a flowing fine brush painting.

The clouds and mist rising on the paper are also leisurely and elegant.

It was as if there were only the gurgling of running water and the tinkling of a few strings in the deep forest.

In a flash, the sound of a piano was heard rising in the air, and the crisp sound startled the sky.

Finally, someone realized that there was green smoke rising above the examination room.

"The poem turns into smoke!" Someone exclaimed first.

But I saw the clouds in the sky brushing across the sunlight, reflecting the curling blue smoke at this moment.

It's so obvious, who can't see it?
Suddenly, the entire examination room was alarmed.

The examinees cried out in surprise, and the patrolling clerks and soldiers didn't even have time to stop them because they were also surprised at the moment.

But the green smoke at this time was just the beginning.

The curling green smoke seems leisurely and tranquil, without any sharpness, but the direction in which the green smoke rises clearly seems as if there is a vast breath growing and surging.

At the front of the examination room, Su Quan, the chief examiner, could no longer hold back and blurted out:
"Achieving fame and enlightenment, someone actually created a sea of literature in the examination hall. Who is it?"

He almost stood up and ran down, but the mighty aura only surged for a moment before dying down in the next instant.

Su Quan then restrained himself and sat upright in the main seat again.

The deputy examiners beside him had different expressions. Ding Qian couldn't help but say, "Brother Su, this... shouldn't we go take a look?"

Su Quan smiled faintly and said slowly, "Why worry? We will have a chance to meet again in the future."

The implication is that anyone who writes Qingyan poems and opens up a sea of literature at this moment will surely pass the imperial examination.

If you pass the exam, don’t you have to pay a visit to the examiner?
Seeing each other sooner or later is the same, everyone admires this kind of patience.

But since Su Quan didn't move, the other deputy examiners naturally couldn't move either.

Ding Qian stamped his feet, helpless.

In the examination room, the wisp of green smoke rose slowly and then disappeared in the sunlight.

It really feels like it comes in a clear and empty space, and leaves without a trace.

All the noise was stopped by the patrolling soldiers.

Chen Xu heard the word "silence" and his mind became calm.

The miraculous energy that had been circulating in his body for three days finally broke free at this moment and rushed forward.

In the chaos, dust disappears and light appears.

In the field of fame and fortune, he opened up a sea of literature.

That sea of literature seemed to be in nothingness, in the abyss.

It seems that a sea of stars has emerged in the boundless expanse.

There are waves in the sea of stars.