All problems emerged. He was infected with evil diseases, so Li Wan'er, who had not left her home, was cast by a monk after her death, and was able to stay in the world and possess some magic power.

Because of his naughty nature, Li Wan'er turned into a ghost wandered around and came to the deep mountains and lakes, and happened to be encountered by Li Xianyuan.

In awe of shame, Li Wan'er became teasing and used some small spells to make her body more change, making Li Xianyuan mistakenly think that she was a man. It was rare to find fun, so Li Wan'er kept lingering around her.

Li Xianyuan said: "Sorry, the county magistrate, I just saw the things and thought about you, and I neglected you."

County Magistrate Fang waved without any airs and said it was okay, and pulled Li Xianyuan to walk by the lakeside, sparkling. Occasionally, candidates with Li Xianyuan were seen walking on the fragrant grassland at the same time.

There is a low-rise building complex in the northeast of the academy for food and accommodation for the academy students. Soon, classes were finished in the hut by the lake, and a large number of children came out of the hut, ages and young, making the academy more lively.

Any child can learn from here for three years. Therefore, there are young girls who are about the same age as Li Xianyuan, young people, and even gray hair, who can almost be grandpa.

They recognized the county magistrate, and when they passed by, they would respectfully say "Mr.", then looked at Li Xianyuan curiously, and secretly said "A young man with a good temperament and a stranger."

Li Xianyuan noticed that no matter what these students were wearing, there was a book seal printed on his left chest. He couldn't help but ask the county magistrate.

The county magistrate had a thorny beard and said with a smile: "This is the identity proof of the child, and it cannot be faked. After you baptize the scriptures, you will get such a small thing, and you will be more convenient when you are outside in the future."

Li Xianyuan couldn't help but sigh that the status of scholars here was really transcendent. At that time, he could have seen the magistrate as a magistrate because he was not expensive because of his status as the first child in the case of Tongsheng.

"Everything is inferior, but reading is high."

"Huh?" Hearing Li Xianyuan chanted casually, the county magistrate's eyes lit up. After savoring it carefully, he couldn't help but scream, which scared the students passing by.

He excitedly pulled Li Xianyuan's sleeve: "It's worthy of being the head of the desk, so there are such good sentences at will! Li's head of the desk, you quickly talk about the first and second stanzas today, otherwise I won't forgive you."

Li Xianyuan felt a little amused and crying.

However, this poem in previous life may be somewhat dissatisfied. But here it just happened to verify the status of a scholar, so it is no wonder that County Magistrate Fang was so excited.

This poem comes from the "Poem of Child Prodigy" by Wang Zhu, a scholar of the Northern Song Dynasty. The whole poem is 900 words in total. Li Xianyuan can't finish it for a while, not to mention that he has been unable to remember it all for a long time. So he casually added the first stanza: "The emperor values ​​heroes, and his articles teach Cao Er. Everything is inferior, but he can't read. The county magistrate, I saw Xu Zhitian and others in front, so I went there first."

After saying that, he didn't care about the county magistrate and walked quickly to the northeast corner of the academy.

County Magistrate Fang was obsessed with poetry, and he didn't care about Li Xianyuan who escaped. He stood by the lake, closed his eyes and chewed intoxication, and carefully chewing the charm of the poem.

"It's just this poem..." Fang County Chief opened his eyes, smacked his lips, and said to himself inexplicably: "Why do you feel that it's a little less?"

"Because this poem is only half written, or part of it." A voice penetrated in. The speaker was wearing Confucian clothes, and he was in his forties.

"Is there another first stanza or no second stanza?" Fang County Magistrate glared and looked for Li Xianyuan's figure. He found that he could not find him, and cursed with a smile: "I have written two poems in total, both of which are above and above. I see, it's better to change the title of the Li case to Li Ban Song."

"Oh? That young man was the head of this case just now?" The middle-aged man said strangely, looking at Li Xianyuan who turned into black spots in the distance: "I just watched it secretly for a long time. Regardless of my literary talent, this kind of personality is considered good."

County Magistrate Fang seemed familiar with this person and smiled and said, "Whoever says this when he sees him, my ears are almost calloused."

"I think this poem is really awesome. You can think of some ways to write it all. Present it to Xinjing, so that the people in the court can know that my Da Shang has produced a great talent."

"But he was so old that he received this honor early, which is probably not a good thing."

"Who dares!" The Confucian scholar glared, and a mighty aura spread all over his body, causing a strong wind to blow, and his sleeves robe bulged: "Who dares to take such a talented person to take the big spoils!"

The magistrate shook his head: "It's not about this. I have discussed this matter with the magistrate. Li Xianyuan is just a young man after all, and his mind is not mature. When he suddenly encounters wealth and honor, he will inevitably go astray."

The Confucian scholar dispersed, and his sleeves bulged down gradually. He said sarcastically: "You officials all think they have good eyesight and look for jade in the stone. Can't you see that Li Xianyuan can change by just being rich and wealthy, gold, silver and treasures."

"I'll discuss this with the magistrate when I go back. But it's feasible to let this kid write the whole poem. He has entered your academy, so you'll leave it to you."

At the end, the magistrate was secretly happy like an old fox. The Confucian scholar shook his head and smiled bitterly, and there was nothing he could do about him.

After visiting the academy, the county magistrate took the candidates away and waited until late at night to baptize the star power.

Mid-time

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cloudlessness is clear.

Silver light spreads, and the Big Dipper is hanging high above the head, shining with light.

Under the moon, the lake is rippling and shining, and the boat in the middle of the lake shakes slightly with the waves.

The northeastern building complex of the academy, in front of the Bagua Star Power Platform in the middle, was already full of candidates.

This time, there were 32 Tong Sheng, who were standing in front of the Star Power Platform. The two of them were Li Xianyuan and Xu Zhitian.

The teacher in the academy was all there, standing on both sides. The Confucian scholar who was talking to the county magistrate during the day stood in front of the Xingli platform on the steps and briefly explained the rules to the candidates.

After speaking, a woman suddenly flew onto the star platform, causing a commotion to break out from the originally quiet stage.

The great aura does not have the ability to make people fly.

I saw this woman with high black hair, beautiful appearance, pure and clean eyebrows, slender eyebrows, and white clothes like snow like fairies.

The Confucian scholar retreated behind the woman, and the woman looked around the crowd of the children below the stage: "My name is Liu Xianglian, and the president of Jingshi Academy."

Her voice was cold and her extremely cold appearance, she looked like a fairy in the Moon Palace.

Liu Xianglian...

Li Xianyuan said silently in his heart.

The woman said again: "My father Liu Chenxiang."

The examinees looked at each other and whispered. They had never heard of the dean, nor did they understand why the dean had to mention his father intently.

"My father works as an official in Xinjing. I haven't heard from him that Liu Chenxiang..."

"The shopkeeper of Chengxi Kelai Inn is my uncle, and he has never heard of this name..."

"Yes, so do I..."

There are few myths and stories here, most of which are recorded in the 81-ku full book and are circulated as history. There are very few myths and stories circulated among the folk. Even the famous Journey to the West is only circulated in storytelling.

Only Li Xianyuan's pupils contracted and dissipated calmly, leaving only horror.

Liu Chenxiang... Erlang Shen's nephew!
Chapter completed!