Despite all the efforts, it was still too late, and Yang Ji had mixed feelings in his heart.
Although the "liberal arts examination" and the "martial arts examination" are different, you can still participate in the martial arts examination if you miss the "liberal arts examination", but it had a huge impact on Yang Ji's life plan.
Moreover, after eight years of hard study and hard work, Yang Ji didn't even get a chance to take part in the liberal arts examination to prove himself. How could Yang Ji be willing to do so?
"Hey, young man, you're here to take the liberal arts exam, right?"
Suddenly, a burst of old laughter came from the street. An old man was smoking a piece of tobacco:
"Those civil servants just left. If you chase them, you should still have time."
The old man pointed the dry pipe in his hand in the direction.
"Man, thank you very much."
Yang Ji was overjoyed and hurriedly chased him in the direction pointed by the old man. After chasing him for a few hundred meters, he saw several people who looked like civil servants walking down the street holding a thick stack of paper.
"Gentlemen, please stay."
Yang Ji hurried up.
"Did you register to take part in the liberal arts examination?"
The leading civil servant is wearing a green robe, he is about thirty-four years old, he has a black hair and beard, and he has a rather elegant demeanor.
"Students are exactly that."
Yang Ji quickly bowed and saluted.
"The imperial examinations need to be reported in advance. Don't you know this kind of thing?!"
The civil servants scolded them sternly, saying that they were always honest with "students" who could not even remember the time they registered.
"Students know their mistakes."
Yang Ji quickly said: At this time, any judgment is superfluous.
"Fill out your name list."
The two said: Although they were quite critical of Yang Ji's "hurry up and slow down" attitude, the civil servants were still very measured in doing things and were not particularly embarrassed.
In this world of "martial arts manifesting saints", the status of civil servants is too low. Everyone practices hard, but not many people are willing to study hard. It is a good thing to have more students, and civil servants will not go out of their way to embarrass themselves on this matter.
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Yang Ji took the pen and quickly filled in his information.
"Hey! This word is written well!"
Seeing Yang Ji's words, the two civil servants couldn't help but exclaimed, and they felt as if their eyes were brightening. They had already assumed that Yang Ji was a confused student, but they never thought about it.
His handwriting has a rather impressive character, which is far beyond what ordinary people can write.
"Boy, how many years have you been practicing handwriting?"
A civil servant asked curiously.
"Eight years."
Yang Ji smiled and replied.
"It's interesting. The person who can write in this hand doesn't look like a fool. Be careful next time. - Have you brought anything with you?"
Two civil servants said.
Yang Ji quickly took out the household loan voucher prepared by the old housekeeper. The two civil servants checked it carefully, nodded, and then handed Yang Ji a small wooden sign:
"This is your voucher for entering the examination room to take the exam. Don't lose it."
"Thank you sir."
Yang Ji took the wooden sign, said goodbye to the two of them and left.
"Next... we have to find a place to stay."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
The liberal arts examination was still more than half a month away, and before that, Yang Ji could still make adequate preparations. Next, Yang Ji asked a few questions about the shops, and they were all full.
The liberal arts examination and the martial arts examination were put together. During this period, Pingchuan City was full of "students" taking the imperial examination. Because there were too many people and not enough room, there was a large number of pavilions, which was quite popular among the students taking the examination.
, on the one hand, there is support, and on the other hand, they can encourage each other.
Therefore, the inns in Pingchuan City also took advantage of the situation and added more beds, further promoting the popularity of this situation. In order to make money, there was a situation where the inns would not accept the beds if they did not agree to share them.
As for single rooms, it is not that they are no longer available. They are just few in number and very expensive.
Although this situation is a bit excessive, the imperial court has always acquiesced, and it is only for a few specific months every three years.
The liberal arts and martial arts examinations are major events for the imperial court. From the imperial court's perspective, the issue of accommodation for these students must be solved and ensured no matter what.
Yang Ji asked several rooms in succession, and finally found a guest room on the second floor. The room was very elegant and quiet. Yang Ji looked at it and was satisfied that it was passable.
"Fortunately, I came early. Otherwise, I'm afraid it might not be possible to solve it even where I live."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Just when Yang Ji entered the inn, the incident about "Twin Bun Ridge" spread throughout Pingchuan City with the arrival of Han Bin and others, causing an uproar.
The civil and military examinations were a major event for the imperial court, and it had never happened before that the "Black Wind Bandits" appeared so close to the "Two Bun Ridges".
Rumble!
In just a moment, the ground shook, smoke billowed, and a Bianlong cavalry from the Han Dynasty headed towards Shuangji Ridge with murderous aura. The knights on the horse all had bright and blood-red eyes, and their bodies were full of blood. They were obviously members of the army.
The elites disappeared on the eastern horizon in just a moment.
"Everyone, let's say goodbye here."
"Well, my name is Han Bin!"
"The parties are different!"
Han Bin, the four of them and the other "students" who had escaped each clasped their fists and then left separately.
…
There was silence in the room. Yang Ji brought a few books to review and read through them. Although Yang Ji was very confident in his preparations in the past eight years, he still made some preparations.
"The Liberal Arts Examination is only a little over half a month old. I have only been able to get three places in the examination, and it is extremely fierce. However, whether it is poetry, writing, or calligraphy, I have reached the ultimate level in the past eight years, and I will never be worse than anyone else. The remaining
We can only work hard in other aspects."
Yang Ji thought secretly in his heart.
"Everyone learns the same thing, and the content they write is probably similar. If you want to stand out in this way, there is basically no hope. Therefore, reading is not enough. It must be derived from books and separated from books. Then you can only learn from articles.
I started with the artistic conception - these things cannot be found in books."
Yang Ji's heart was filled with ups and downs. The reason why he didn't stick to the pile of books like others was also the reason why he immersed himself in reading in the final stage.
Yang Ji is already familiar with the basic contents of the "Three Classics" and "Five Classics", so there is no need to review them. As for the others, you can only know them when you actually see the test questions during the exam.
Thumb thump thump!
Just when Yang Ji was thinking, a burst of footsteps came, faintly accompanied by the waiter's voice:
"My guest, please come here. The house has been arranged for you. It is clean and elegant, and there is also a young gentleman living with you..."
"Huh? Someone is coming."
Yang Ji's heart was moved, and he turned around. Hearing a squeaking sound, two doors opened, and a waiter with a white scarf on his shoulders led a young man in a green collar robe, who was impressive and quite handsome, and walked in.
"Hey, sir, you are here. This new roommate of yours is also a 'student' who is here to take the exam. I won't say more. You two must be familiar with each other."
The waiter nodded and bowed, smiled playfully, bowed and left.
"It's different down there. Excuse me. What is your name, brother?"
Fang BuTong was carrying the baggage, but he was stunned for a moment, then immediately walked in with a smile.
"Fang different?"
Yang Ji's brows twitched, then nodded: "My surname is Yang."
"It turns out to be Brother Yang."
Fang BuTong cupped his hands and was about to speak when suddenly he was startled and looked at Yang Ji as if he remembered something:
"Huh? Brother Yang, you look so familiar to me. Have we met before?"
"You're mistaken. I don't remember us meeting before."
Yang Ji said calmly.
"Yeah?"
Fang BuTong was stunned and didn't know how to proceed: "Maybe I really remembered it wrong..."
The atmosphere was slightly silent. Fang BuTong walked to a bed, put down his luggage, and began to make the bed.
"I have something else to do, so I'll go out first."
After a while, Yang Jidao.
"Haha, go ahead."
Fang BuTong waved his hand and said with a smile. They were all polite to each other. During the liberal arts and military examinations, although they had similar temperaments and became close friends, many of them became good friends. However, they had different paths and each took different paths. There were also many people who had casual personal relationships.
.You can’t become friends just by living in the same room. Most people are still casual acquaintances.
After Yang Ji left, Fang BuTong's eyes instantly darkened. Looking at the direction in which Yang Ji left, his eyes were unpredictable and flashing with a cold light. There was no trace of the gentleness of a "student" who was taking the exam.
Fang BuTong did not make the bed and left the inn. He did not follow Yang Ji. Instead, he blended into the crowd and walked in the opposite direction, looking back every three steps and every five steps, very cautiously.
Following some tiny signals on the street, "Fang BuTong" quietly walked into an inn.
"You came."
As soon as "Fang BuTong" entered, he heard a deep sound in his ears. On the bed, two beggars in tattered and dirty clothes sat on the edge with smiles on their faces, as if they had expected him to appear.
"Why did your sect send you two here?"
"Fang BuTong" frowned and said somewhat unhappily.
Yang Ji would definitely be surprised if he saw these two beggars, because these two people were the same people he saw in Jin'an City, the two people who persuaded him to join the cult.
"Hey, messenger, don't be surprised. We still have some things to do in our teaching, which delayed us for some time. This is Pingchuan City that we just arrived at."
One of the "beggars" laughed and said: "The reason why I didn't change my clothes is just because this identity is more convenient. Now that I have arrived in Pingchuan City, naturally there is no need for this."
As they talked, they took out a set of "member's outer" clothes from their bags.
"This operation is the first cooperation between our Holy Cult and your Green Forest. I would like to ask you, how is your investigation of that person's information?"
The two of them asked while changing clothes slowly.
"It's not that easy. That person's identity is special and his whereabouts are mysterious. We can't find out where he is. But we have received news that someone found his traces not far away last time. A month and a half later, he
I will definitely appear in the city to participate in this martial arts examination."
"Fang BuTong" snorted and said:
"Our people are ready, and everything that should be in place is in place. We are just waiting for that person to appear in the martial arts examination. However, how are your preparations going? This is not our side's business. The bones needed for your ceremony
Are you all ready?"
"This... something happened here."
The bodies of the two "beggars" trembled and they said hesitantly: "One or two months ago, our Tianyin Sect's 'Bone Envoy' who went to collect bones was suddenly killed outside Jin'an City!"
