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Chen Sanlang woke up from his dream and looked around and found himself standing blankly on the corridor of the side hall. Xu Jun walked over with a concerned look on his face. Looking at the wall, it was empty, and there were traces of paintings?

"Sanlang, what are you doing here? I called out a lot just now, but you didn't respond."

Xu Jun's big eyes flashed, and he always felt something was wrong.

Chen Sanlang recalled the reasons and gradually understood: illusions are all illusions... No, he was invited by the Dragon Lord to go to the Dragon Palace for a banquet. He could not tell the truth at all. Could it be that those are also false?

Also, what I saw at the last moment was Xu Nianniang who was trapped in the Daoshui Pass...

Thinking of this, he quickly ran out, came to the window, and looked into the distance. But he saw reeds in the sky, with a vast blue wave, and nowhere to see the edges. Sometimes, birds could be seen flying, but the distance was too far, like sesame seeds. From the distance, he saw a roughly slim view of the water gate, and all the likes of water gate were vast and unsightly.

Chen Sanlang couldn't help but sighed sadly: Even if everything is true, Dongting is so big, how can you find someone?

If the "Haoran Silk Book" had not been suppressed by the golden dragon energy, it could still use the "True Dragon Water Resistance Skill", or there was some hope. But now, there is no source of silk book and no place to use magic. If you rely on a boat to get out of the lake, it would be almost impossible.

As the saying goes, "Work the mountains and eat the mountains and water." In the Dongting area, there are countless fishing houses and there is no shortage of ships. But even the oldest and most experienced fishermen have only the tip of the iceberg when they know Dongting Lake. As for the Dragon Lord, they are even more legendary and cannot be found.

"Sanlang. What happened?"

Xu Jun realized that the situation was wrong.

Chen Sanlang smiled and said, "I just got distracted, as if I had seen Longjun."

Regarding Xu Nianniang's case, I decided to hide it for the time being, mainly because I was afraid that Xu Jun was worried about his father's safety. If you were not good, you would go out of the lake directly. As I saw before, Xu Nianniang was so arrogant that she was rushing left and right, and she might not have the possibility of relying on her personal abilities to break through the level.

Just by killing alone, you dare to break into Longcheng. Tsk, who is this expectant father-in-law?

"Really?"

Xu Jun's eyes shone, and she has been famous for Longjun for a long time. She has a strong curiosity.

Chen Sanlang touched his nose: "Actually, I don't know whether it is true or not, it's like having a dream. In the dream, Longjun sent an envoy to invite me to drink..."

I explained the whole story and the main lines.

Xu Jun was very engrossed in hearing it.

Ye Outong also came over and said half-believingly: "The way is far away, you are so mysterious. But this statement has happened throughout the ages."

"The Dragon Lord sent a dream and rushed to the Dragon Palace." This statement has indeed existed since ancient times. It was based on the statement that it was spread and spread and eventually became a legend. Some of them were adapted into novels by literati Yake and published and sold. The contents were surprisingly similar. However, after artistic processing, the protagonist often married the dragon girl and was happy and prosperous.

"Hey, Saburo. Why don't you bring a dragon girl home?"

Xu Jun's words were slightly sour.

Chen Sanlang coughed dryly: "Jun'er, don't you understand my intentions?"

Xu Jun hugged his chest with his hands and glanced at him: "I don't understand."

Fortunately, Ye Outong saw that the momentum was wrong, so she interrupted in time and staggered the topic: "Daoyuan, you said you wrote an article "Yueyang Tower Inscription". Come and listen... No, why not just write it upstairs."

The pink walls on the Yueyang Tower can be used for literati and poets to keep ink. Of course, if the level is too poor, it will be avoided, so it will be embarrassing. It can be seen that these inks must be managed by someone, and a batch of them will be cleaned from time to time. Therefore, for thousands of years, there are not many poems and essays that can be left on the wall. Those who are not of sufficient level have been painted away and no traces are left.

"Who is Chen Daoyuan, the top scorer in the current academic field?"

Suddenly there was a clamor, very noisy.

But I saw a large group of people dressed as Confucian scholars and literati, each holding folding fans in his hands, wearing blue-shirts and Confucian scarves, and some of them were old and young, and they ran upstairs with their arms around.

If they hadn't all looked gentle, they would have thought they would be gangsters coming to fight.

Chen Sanlang and Ye Outong looked at each other, not sure about the situation.

"Brother Daoyuan, don't be fine!"

One of them suddenly recognized Chen Sanlang, showed up, and bowed to the ceremony.

Chen Sanlang looked at him and was indeed familiar with him. He should be a candidate for the same subject and examination, or he might be a Jinshi on the same list. There were too many people, hundreds of them. Chen Sanlang was not in the capital and did not know many people.

Ye Outong recognized the other party and shouted, "Zhang Heng, why are you? Are you?"

Zhang Heng coughed dryly: "Brother Ye, that's it. Everyone heard that the top scholar in the current academic year returned home in glory and passed through Dongting, so they specially held a banquet here to invite Brother Chen to drink."

Chen Sanlang was immediately a little shady when he came to invite the banquet again.

Ye Outong smiled and felt bright: "I'm afraid there is no good banquet, no good meeting."

There is no need to tell the other party about the tricks, you can guess a rough guess.

Literary people are indifferent to each other, which belongs to a deeply rooted inheritance of consciousness. The so-called "no first in literature" is the one who likes to rank among students and rankings in order. The first is to take the region as a unit, and then to the genre units. There are many schools in the literary world, and they are extremely xenophobic.

To be honest, the literary world claims to be aloof, but the dirty things in it are not less than those in other industries. I remember that in Jingxian, Chen Sanlang attended a rafting poetry meeting, and then had an indirect stir-fight. Later, he gathered at Nanyang College, and the situation was similar... When he arrived in the capital, he also went to participate in a literary fight with Ye Outong...

The problem is that troubled times are about to arise and the times are difficult, but literati and poets are still addicted to this. In Chen Sanlang's opinion, it is meaningless.

The pen and ink are prosperous and the trend is becoming a trend. If you don’t want to share the worries of the country or ask for your destiny for the people, what is the benefit of the world?

Therefore, along the way, Chen Sanlang was exempted if he could, and he could avoid him. Needless to say, when he was in the capital, after the song "Shuitu Songtou", he had to come to visit the people who had a chance to discuss, and most of them were pushed by him. Now, he won the top scorer in the exam and returned home in glory. People were blocked directly on the Yueyang Tower halfway. It was impossible for Chen Sanlang to come here to travel, so he set up a banquet to wait.

This is the method of literary fight. It will not be like a warrior. When they meet, they will start fighting and fists will be high or low. The literary fight will always be refreshing and then recite poems and lyrics, which is very elegant.

Chen Sanlang hates this elegance. He raised his sword when he was a soldier, broke the vase, and his pen and ink were covered with blood, and then the true meaning was revealed.

Ye Outong also knew Chen Sanlang's temperament, but in the capital, the exam was the priority. Now that he had achieved success or had a change, he smiled and said, "How do you think?"

"Don't go!"

Chen Sanlang refused so quickly. The Dragon Palace dreamed of a dream, and he was worried. How could he feel so leisurely? He went to talk to others and talk to others and talk about his writing?

Someone in the crowd sarcastically sarcastically said, "Do you don't want to go, or do you dare not?"

The current imperial examination has been passed down, and those who are famous on the list have achieved the milestone of "no one has ever asked about it for ten years, and one day has become famous all over the world." However, there have always been controversy over the past years, and the current imperial examination has even more controversy. The news that Chen Sanlang was named the top scholar has been flying all over the world, which has caused a lot of criticism in the scholars. Among them, there should be some bad intentions who fueled the fire. Anyway, the ten-person sect was decided at the beginning, and Chen Sanlang was temporarily replaced and one person was squeezed out. How could he be willing to do that person?

Besides, the chances of becoming a first-class Jinshi were almost the same for the other nine people. Unexpectedly, Chen Sanlang came out of nowhere and the blind man saw that it was favored by the emperor, so he received such treatment, which was equivalent to booking the "top scorer". Why don't these people have any ideas in their minds?

The emperor's actions actually did not comply with the rules and acted willfully. For many scholars and scholars, it was a sacred and unoffensive existence, and it was a golden rule. They were not good at debating the emperor directly, but there was no problem with finding Chen Sanlang.

They will consider the "severe" of the new top scorer to see if it deserves its reputation. There is no problem.

There is no doubt that Dongting Yueyang Tower will be a very ideal location.
Chapter completed!