Zhang Yu walked along the long corridor, every step he took was steady and never changed from the beginning to the end.
He walked all the way to the great assembly hall, and under the gazes of many people from the seats on both sides, he came to the middle of the hall and stood there. Then he raised his eyes to meet him, clasped his hands together, covered his left and right hands, and bowed.
This ceremony, from the posture to the demeanor, is impeccable.
The most important thing is Zhuang Su’s graceful Tianxia gift.
At this time, everyone saw his appearance clearly, and they felt that he had a clear spirit and a high and mighty figure. Especially when he stood there, his posture was high and upright, surrounded by a hazy jade light, full of azure light, making him look like an immortal.
Most of the people present had never seen him, but had heard of his reputation in the past. But when he saw it now, waves of exclamation filled his heart. They had all heard that there were true immortals in Tianxia, but they had never heard of him.
I have seen it before, and I can only get a glimpse of it from the past portraits. But now when I see Zhang Yuhou, I feel inexplicably that if there is a true immortal, it should be like this, right?
Captain An Youting looked at Zhang Yu. This was also the first time he saw the gentleman mentioned by Yang Ying. After looking at him for a moment, he asked a capable middle-aged man next to him: "Is this Zhang Shenzhi a mysterious man?"
Xiu, you have killed several supernatural gods before, An Zhu, you are also a person wearing a divine robe, and you have also fought against Ning Kunlun, what do you think of his strength?"
An Zhu thought for a while, hesitated, and replied with clasped fists: "Captain, his mind runs freely and is not affected by external influences at all. I can't see through him."
An Youting said calmly: "In other words, his strength may be higher than yours?"
An Zhu answered honestly: "Captain, I haven't fought before, so it's really hard to say. In a life-and-death battle, it's not just the strong who will win."
An Youting didn't say anything.
At this moment, Mr. Kuang, who was sitting at the top, also turned his head and looked at Zhang Yu several times, but compared to the appearance that ordinary people pay most attention to, he paid more attention to a person's demeanor and attitude.
It can be said that most of the upper echelons of the Protectorate are gathered here, and everyone holds huge power in their hands. Ordinary people will inevitably feel heavy pressure when facing the gaze of these people.
The three people who came in before were elected to select the candidates. Even the one who performed best would behave somewhat unnaturally in this situation.
But he found that Zhang Yu regarded this as normal, and was extremely calm. However, when he thought that he was still a mysterious cultivator, and had fought face to face with alien gods several times, he must have experienced inhuman things from his will to his spirit.
After a lot of hard work, I feel relieved about it.
It's just that he felt that Zhang Yu had a familiar temperament, which he seemed to have seen in some people.
He recalled that it seemed to be those people he met during the Battle of Honghe Pass sixty years ago.
However, those people looked indifferent, as if they didn't care about anything in the world. Zhang Yu was different from them again...
"Kang Gong? Kuang Gong?"
When Duke Kuang heard someone calling him, he suddenly came back to his senses and found that it was a long-bearded Xia Shi next to him calling him. He laughed at himself and said, "I'm older, so I tend to lose my mind easily."
The Xia Shi who called him said, "Mr. Kuang is joking. I see that Mr. Kuang is still in good health."
Mr. Kuang laughed, looked at the field, and asked, "Isn't it time to come down to study?"
"yes."
The long-bearded Xia Shi said: "Zhang Shijiao was born in Taiyang Academy, so for the sake of fairness in this academic inquiry, since Linzhi, Ningguang, and Xuancheng, the three academic palaces were selected to carry out this matter.
, Mr. Kuang, do you have any other suggestions?"
Mr. Kuang shook his head and said: "Don't worry about what we old guys think, just come as arranged in advance."
Long-bearded Xia Shi nodded, called a clerk, and said a few words. The latter bowed his head, came to a seat in the corner, bowed to a handsome man in his thirties sitting there, and said
He said a few words in front of him.
The handsome man nodded, stood up from his seat, and walked to the aisle in a few steps. He faced Zhang Yu, clasped his hands together, saluted and said: "Teacher Zhang, you are polite. I am here to govern the academy, and the academic order is your honor."
Joy."
Zhang Yu raised his sleeves and saluted, saying: "Taiyang Academy, learn from Zhang Yu."
Shang Xueling put down his hand and said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Zhang's specialty is the study of ancient natural history. It happens that Shang also studies this science intensively. Therefore, Shang will be in charge of this inquiry.
If you have offended me in any way, I hope Master Zhang will not take offense."
Zhang Yuping said: "Shang Xue Ling's words are serious."
Shang Xueling glanced at him and asked: "Teacher Zhang, I heard that you self-recommended for admission, but I don't know which famous master you studied under?"
Zhang Yu replied: "My teacher is not a famous person, and his reputation is not obvious."
"That's how it is."
Shang Xueling nodded, smiled, and did not continue to ask the question. Instead, he walked a few steps aside, looked at the table, and said: "Those of us who study ancient natural history carefully, what we need most is
What we study deeply is ancient languages and characters, because only by understanding these can we understand those ancient books and understand the contents contained in them."
He turned around again and looked at Zhang Yu, "I heard that Teacher Zhang is also talented in speech. He once went to the Southern Region with Ji Jie and successfully persuaded a native tribe to join the Protectorate. Therefore, this time I will inquire.
I then asked some questions about language and writing."
Zhang Yu nodded and said: "Shang Xue Ling, please speak."
Shang Xue Ling showed that he was already prepared. He took out a scroll from his sleeve, handed it to Zhang Yu with both hands, and said with a smile on his face: "Please give Master Zhang a lesson."
Zhang Yu reached out to take it and opened the scroll. What appeared in front of him was a "secret text" composed of many symbols and twisted words. He immediately recognized that this was some kind of secret language, and it involved multiple ancient languages.
It's just that he was a little strange, because xuewen was not only a subject for school examinations, but also a part of communication. Logically speaking, Shang Xueling should not have produced these original books without any changes, but should have presented his own understanding and interpretation of the text.
Use this method to raise questions and let him answer them, thereby eliciting his opinions. If there are different opinions, then both parties can express their opinions and discuss and debate.
But now it has just become a matter of solving doubts, which can be described as blunt and superficial.
Since he entered the administration, he has not taken the initiative to use the heart lake again, because there are also mystical cultivators who control the light of the heart here. It will not cause trouble, but it will be detrimental to this scholar's discussion. But just after the close contact, he can feel
When Shang Xueling handed the scroll to him, he felt a moment of excitement and anticipation.
He was keenly aware that these words might be useful to other people, and perhaps even he himself was not completely clear about it, so he wanted to take the opportunity of the study inquiry to get the answer from him.
If he can answer, then he has helped the other person. If he cannot answer, then he is naturally stumped by the other person.
Using public money for personal gain without leaving any trace behind, this person's calculations can be said to be very good.
He could never do what he wanted, so he changed his mind, raised the scroll in his hand a little higher, and said, "But I don't know who is the judge? Could it be just Shang Xueling?"
He is both the person who inquires and the person who makes judgments. If there is only one person named Shanxue Ling, it is obviously inappropriate.
Among the scholars at the table, an old man spoke up at this time: "I am old and tired of Kang Zhi. I have done some research on ancient Chinese characters. Although I am not as good as Qiu Shang, I can still be considered passable. I can barely be regarded as a judge."
Zhang Yu turned around, clasped his hands to the old man, and said: "Old sir, I can answer Shang Xue Ling's question, but I only wish to write down the words, and I cannot hand it over to Shang Xue afterward."
The order can only be handed over to the old gentleman."
Yu Kangzhi asked curiously: "Why is this so?"
Zhang Yu replied seriously: "Because it involves the secret text of the supernatural god, it is inappropriate whether it is shown to the public or read out on the spot."
Yu Kangzhi was an experienced man and immediately understood what he meant. Among those who expressed their unwillingness to show off, Shang Xueliang was also included.
Although it is suspected of being overly defensive, when it comes to things like supernatural gods, it is undoubtedly right to be cautious. If you want to blame it, it is also the blame on Shang Xue Ling. You should not use this kind of thing as a question in the academic inquiry.
He looked over and said, "Shang Xueliang, can you trust me more than I do?"
Shang Xueling bowed and said: "How dare I not believe what the elder said?"
Yu Kangzhi said: "Okay, since you have asked the question, you should also have your own answer. Then write down your answer. Later, compare it with Teacher Zhang's translation, and you will naturally be able to distinguish clearly.
Already."
Shang Xueliang immediately said: "How dare you disobey your orders."
But in his heart, he couldn't help but secretly call out luck at this moment. Fortunately, he had already translated some of the words. Although a small part could not be completely determined, he was still within his grasp.
If he had just come up with something that he had not yet understood, he would probably be in serious trouble today.
At this time, Zhang Yu was escorted to an empty seat beside him. There were all pens, inks, papers and inkstones here. He sat down, picked up his pen, put one hand on his sleeve, dipped it in ink, put it down on the pen and paper, and wrote down what he had just observed.
Write it down.
He writes very quickly, and he has an inherent rhythm, and his movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water. People who watch him write, even if they don't know what he writes, can't help but feel happy.
After a while, he put down his pen and clasped his hands towards Yu Kang.
Immediately, a servant picked up the paper and sent it to Yu Kangzhi. He brought it in front of him, and as soon as he looked at the word, his eyes lit up and he praised: "The Tao Yun of the Immortal Bones expresses the principles of heaven, it's wonderful!"
But as he continued to read, he kept frowning.
Someone noticed his expression and couldn't help but whisper, and glanced at Zhang Yu from time to time, and saw that his face was calm and indifferent, as if he was not worried about himself at all.
Although Shang Xueling was a little slower, he didn't feel any urgency at all. He finished writing slowly, and then let the servant take it over. He also raised his head and gave Zhang Yu a seemingly friendly smile. On the surface,
He has not lost any of his grace.
At this time, Yu Kangzhi took the answer written in Shang Xue's order from his servant. After reading it carefully, he was silent for a moment, then suddenly picked up the piece of paper Zhang Yusuo had written on, clicked it a few times, and tore it into pieces on the spot.
