"Reporting to Mr. Lin, there are test questions posted on the south wall. The paste has dried up early for some reason. Now I am going to the Ministry of Works to find another bucket." The clerk was flustered and respectful.

Lin Ruhai's face was cold:

"Go back quickly, don't delay!"

The Ministry of Rites will promptly post the range of test questions for next spring at the beginning of today to inform students all over the world that there will be many young talents coming to the Ministry of Rites to review the questions or take excerpts. Do not delay the time.

"Yes! Yes!" the clerk said respectfully and trotted away.

"Mr. Zhao, you are laughing." Lin Ruhai sighed.

"Where..." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled:

"Mr. Lin, why don't you go to the south wall of the Ministry of Rites to see the beheading?

I'm a little curious..."

...

Kyoto, south of the city.

Sixteen young talents asked passers-by and walked towards Wuya Pavilion under the guidance of passers-by.

Zhao Wujiang's poems have spread beyond Kyoto, spreading further and further, and all students and scholars in Daxia are amazed.

These sixteen young talents came to Wuya Pavilion to visit their favorite poet, Pavilion Master Zhao.

They talked and laughed, were polite to each other, and from time to time recited a few poems that were popular in Daxia, causing others to cheer.

The poems surrounded him all the way, attracting frequent glances from passers-by, but they were already accustomed to it. The poems of the master of Wuya Pavilion had already spread throughout the streets and alleys, and everyone had heard it.

"It's a pity that Pavilion Master Zhao is from Lanxin, but I have never seen him in Lanxin." Among the sixteen people, there was one man wearing a black robe with handsome eyebrows. He was from Lanxin City, Lanzhou, Daxia, and his name was Zhu Youwen.

"I think Pavilion Master Zhao traveled around the world when he was young, went through ups and downs along the way, and saw thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Only then did he have the freedom and ease in his poems today." Someone sighed. It was Wang Jue who came from a scholarly family and the Wenshui Wang family.

Wang Jue is also dressed in black.

Of course, all sixteen of them are dressed in black.

There was no other reason than that they had heard that Pavilion Master Zhao, whom they admired, was always dressed in jet-black clothes and had majestic equipment.

Others around him echoed, and most of their words contained speculations about Zhao Wujiang. They were wondering what the rumored handsome and gentle man was like.

As Wuya Pavilion got closer and closer, many of them gradually fell silent and remained quiet, as if they were heading not to Wuya Pavilion, an underground gang in Kyoto, but to the holy land in their hearts.

At the same time, they became more and more nervous. How should they say hello to Pavilion Master Zhao? How should they express their admiration? How should they be neither humble nor overbearing?

When they arrived at the gate of Wuya Pavilion, they were impressed again by the three flying Chinese characters of Wuya Pavilion on the plaque:

"My life has its limits, but my knowledge has no limits.

He is worthy of being the master of Pavilion Zhao, who founded the sect with the word Wuya."

They also saw that beside the gate of Wuya Pavilion, there were young girls in different colors, all discussing something shyly and carefully, and from time to time someone would make a shy smile.

Zhu Youwen pricked up his ears and faintly heard the three people "Pavilion Master Zhao", and then they suddenly realized that these girls should also admire Pavilion Master Zhao.

Wang Jue, the Wenshui Wang family, held up his long sleeves lightly. He gently knocked on the door knocker of Wuya Pavilion and heard shy exclamations from the girls beside him:

"Oh, sisters, if he knocks on the door, what will happen if Pavilion Master Zhao comes out?"

Isn't the purpose of admiring the visit to meet? Wang Jue looked confused, but soon realized that these girls were afraid of being ashamed to meet, and they did not dare to meet each other, for fear of disturbing Pavilion Master Zhao.

As footsteps approached inside the door, Wang Jue, Zhu Youwen and others took a deep breath and straightened their clothes.
Chapter completed!