Li Shenguang looked at Hong Yi in the room, flashing a hint of surprise, but his reaction was extremely calm. He bowed to Hong Yi's article, which was an expression of respect for the truth in the article, and then gave the order.

"Someone, seal the article!"

Hong Yi looked at Yang Qian and the others gathered around his room, feeling secretly proud in his heart. He knew that they had written Yasheng's article, which resonated with hundreds of saints. Even Yang Qian, the aloof Jade Prince, wanted to do this. Show respect for your own writing.

Although Yang Qian despises the secret operations of the Hundred Saints, he has no prejudice against this article. After all, it contains the wisdom and principles of the Hundred Saints, and it is also a kind of wisdom supplement for him. I glanced at the article, memorized all the words, and slowly appreciated the wisdom and principles of the medieval philosophers and saints. I collected some interest, which was of small benefit, plus the previous holy light shone. At that time, I understood the wisdom and principles of the various scholars and nodded with satisfaction. This trip was indeed worthwhile.

"Hong Yi, I don't have time to talk to you in detail right now. I will ask you for advice after the exam is over."

Although Li Shenguang admired Hong Yi's knowledge, his reaction was still a bit dull. He just took a deep look at Hong Yi and backed away.

Hong Yi frowned a little, feeling a little strange about Li Shenguang's reaction. It was a little too mediocre. His article aroused the chorus of hundreds of saints. As a great scholar of the mind, shouldn't Li Shenguang be very respectful to himself, the lesser saint? Why? It would be so cold.

How did Hong Yi know that his article indeed resonated with the Hundred Saints? Unlike the previous Hundred Saints' Qingming, not only did the ninety-nine scholars on the Bridge of the Other Shore resonate with him, but there was also the world's sage, Prince Jade Yang Qian. The truth was also involved. It was this hidden saint, and the nine-color holy light wrapped around his body that severely impacted Li Shenguang. That's why he was so indifferent to him, the "sub-sage". The reason for kneeling and licking was that after all, a sub-sage could not be as noble as a saint. Li Shenguang still understood this truth.

"Hong Taishi, hundreds of saints chant together is a major event in the literary world. The imperial court is prosperous and will surely be recorded in the history. Congratulations to Grand Master, congratulations to Grand Master. The article that caused hundreds of saints to chant together was written by your master's wonderful pen. This is The leader of this examination is none other than the Young Master, and for this scientific examination, the ancient scholars personally selected the holy articles, which is no small matter. I have ordered that the articles be sealed and your majesty will make a personal decision."

Li Shenguang followed the Jade Prince Yang Qian and led the examiners in. He looked at Hong Xuanji who stood up and looked at the sky above the roof, and said with his hands raised.

Some examiners who were good at maneuvering quickly agreed and congratulated Hong Xuanji.

"Congratulations to the Grand Master. He won the top prize in the year and is now the leader of the literary world in our country. Unexpectedly, your master is now better than his master. His articles have been recognized by the saints of ancient times. In the future, the leader of the literary world will not be your master." No one else."

The other examiners also clicked their tongues in admiration, expressing their admiration and envy.

"Although we are examiners, we can no longer comment on this article that has shocked all the scholars in ancient times. We can only submit it to the Emperor for his decision."

Hong Xuanji moved his lips twice, then sat back in the examiner's seat. There was no joy on his face, he remained motionless, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he spoke softly.

"Well! Then please ask the emperor to make a decision. In ancient times, hundreds of saints sang together. Such a grand event in the literary world has history to test. Since there are precedents to follow, although I am the chief examiner, I dare not make an assessment that alarms the ancients. Articles by various scholars."

The article caused hundreds of saints to shout in unison. Even if Hong Xuanji was a human immortal, the Grand Master of the dynasty, the confidant of Emperor Qian, and had great authority, he would not have any way to interfere with Hong Yi's test paper. This article shocked and resonated with all the ancient scholars. , is no trivial matter. The key is that there are records in history. There are hard rules for handling this kind of matter. No matter how powerful Hong Xuanji is, there is no way to overturn what history has determined, unless he wants to be infamy for thousands of years and leave a mark in history. Notoriety.

Yang Qian sat next to Hong Xuanji, looking sideways at the aggrieved Grand Master. Hearing the examiners' congratulations to Hong Xuanji, he almost broke his stomach with laughter.

As a master of Neo-Confucianism, Hong Xuanji could not tell the public that his family was restless and he had no way of educating his children, which led to Hong Yi and him turning against each other and becoming almost life-and-death enemies. This would make people question his intellectual character. This pair of people who wanted to For Hong Xuanji, who had left his name in history, it was even more uncomfortable than killing him. Naturally, he could only remain silent and could not show any displeasure.

After Yang Gan watched this good show, he suddenly felt that Zhuzi had cheated and helped Hong Yi write the Yasheng article. The fun of being defeated is worth it.

Yang Qian looked at Hong Xuanji who was aggrieved. He felt a little troubled by Hong Xuanji and suddenly spoke.

"Congratulations to Grand Master Hong. The world's martial arts and literary fortunes all come from the Hong family! Grand Master Hong, as a martial arts immortal! He has gathered the world's martial arts fortune! And your son, Hong Yi, now has hundreds of articles. The Holy Qi Ming is even more remarkable. It gathers all the talents of the world into one body, and it is indeed better than the blue!"

After all, Yang Gan's identity is different from that of the other examiners. He is a prince and has a noble status. Even Hong Xuanji, who is the grand master of the dynasty, cannot turn a deaf ear to Yang Gan's words and ignore them. He can only turn his head and glance at Yang. Do it, thank you bluntly.

"The prince's words are really too much. Hong Yi can't deserve the prince's praise!"

Emperor Qian Yang Pan, Ji Changyue, the prince, Prince Yu, and the prince, who were watching the imperial court's cultural fortunes, also noticed the grand event of the hundreds of saints singing in unison in the Gongyuan in the distance.

"Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor. If the court is not lucky, all the scholars in the world will not come to take the imperial examination. If the court is lucky, all the scholars in the world will return to their hearts and come to the imperial examination. There will be beautiful articles one after another, and hundreds of saints will sing in unison. This is It is a great cultural event that happens every five hundred years, and it reflects the great power of my father in culture, governance and martial arts, and the prosperity of the world!"

The prince, Prince Cheng and others knelt down on the ground, singing praises to Emperor Qian in unison and expressing their congratulations.

Emperor Qian Yang Pan's face changed slightly and he hurriedly gave instructions.

"Quickly convey my decree! Let me ask you clearly, who wrote the article that caused hundreds of saints to sing in unison?"
Chapter completed!