The Wenfu Examination was a grand event for the Xuan Kingdom, but this time it caused a special sensation in the entire Yuling Continent.
Changli Gong, the third generation master of Wen Mansion, is the only person who is proficient in the three subjects of Wen Mansion since the founding of Wen Mansion. He is the leader in the world of enlightenment and a peerless figure who stands at the top of Yuling Continent.
Write half of the river, and the inkstone dyes the waterlogged pond black. Win hundreds of parents, and only then can dragons and phoenixes fly. This is the legend left by Duke Changli to this continent.
The news that Changli Guild selected the leader of this literary examination as his direct disciple, I don’t know where it came from, and I can’t tell whether it is credible, but even if it is a rumor, there are people who have come from thousands of miles away, and there is even a one in ten thousand possibility.
Learn to put in all the effort.
Somewhere in the clouds in Yunzhou, two yellow lions several feet tall were walking on the clouds, passing by the foot of thousands of mountains.
Sitting on the yellow lion are two monks, an old one and a young one. The older monk cannot tell how old he is. He is wearing cassocks and Confucian shoes and holding a clapper in his hand. The younger monk looks like he is only eighteen or nineteen years old.
It's very simple, just wearing a moon-white monk's robe and a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.
"Master Yulin, as we are monks, it's not appropriate for us to take the civil service examination," the young monk asked shyly.
"There is nothing inappropriate. Although there are sectarian differences among the Eight Prefectures, they also have contacts with each other. It is not uncommon for each other to send disciples to each other.
For example, the second-generation head of their Wen Mansion claimed that he had all the six Dharma of gods and Buddhas, which was the Tao he obtained in our Xumi Mansion.
Therefore, Wen Mansion owes us a favor. Young Master Shenxiu, you can take the exam with confidence and boldness. As long as you can win the first prize, Duke Changli, you don't have to accept it even if you don't want to."
This old Yulin monk actually called this young monk his uncle.
"Isn't this repaying a favor?"
"Repaying kindness with knowledge, achieving wisdom, destroying ignorance, and achieving majestic Bodhi. Duke Changli is a master in the world, so you don't have to worry about it, little master uncle," Yulin enlightened.
There was shrewdness in Yulin's eyes. Of course, he knew that Shenxiu could not inherit the position of the master of Wenfu, but if he could enter the sect of Changli Gong, the relationship between Wenfu and Xumifu would be further improved, not to mention that the secrets of Wenfu have always been used by everyone.
If you want to pry, now is the best time.
In the mountains and fields, a white deer pulls a simple but noble cart. The cart is made of mulberry roots and is slightly yellow in color. Luan bells are tied to the white deer's body.
The white deer walked on the wind, crossing the mountains and ridges as if on flat ground, while a crisp sound of luan bells resounded through the mountains and fields.
The two people in the car were Eguan Bodai. The middle-aged men were wearing beam crowns and wide clothes, especially the sleeves were wide. They were sitting in the car holding a volume of books, with no expression on their faces or anything.
Anyone can move him.
There was another young man wearing a black and white t-shirt worn by the Xihe Confucian Mansion. He was sitting and kneeling aside with a respectful attitude.
The middle-aged man has not spoken a word since he left Xihe. He just flipped through the pages of a book that others had already memorized by heart.
"Mr. Tinglin, in the past the Wenfu's invitation to us to watch the college entrance examination ceremony was just a formality. Why did you come in person this time?"
Only young people know best how high the prestige of the word "Tinglin" is in Xihe, and only such people are qualified to ride on the Confucian imperial chariot.
Having arrived near the Qing capital, Mr. Tinglin closed the torn volume and put it in his sleeves. He smoothed out some wrinkles on his sleeves before answering.
"Yun Qing, you are the genius of the Meng family, please tell me."
"The student speculates that you are here because there is some unrest in the Xuan Kingdom. Several Taishi Ling from the Confucian government died suddenly, and someone from my Meng family died in the Qing capital.
I heard from the elders in the clan that there is an undercurrent in the Eight Prefectures or that there will be a great chaos. Some people want to take advantage of the chaos to shake my position in Xihe. I asked you to come here to let everyone understand that "the Eight Prefectures in the world, Confucianism should be the first."
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"As a Confucian scholar, if you are close to conspiracy and deceit, you are far away from the awe-inspiring spirit. As a gentleman, you should neither be arrogant nor impetuous!"
"Sir, do I want to take part in the civil service examination?" Meng Yunqing asked.
"A gentleman is a scholar, one who learns the principles of understanding the Tao, and the other learns the art of saving the world. He only writes poems, words and paintings. The so-called carving of insects and seals is of no use."
After hearing the reprimand in Mr. Tinglin's words, Meng Yunqing hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Want to be taught"
At an isolated peak outside Qingdu, all the beasts felt a domineering aura and fell to the ground.
A thin man with a mustache who looked like an old farmer put his hands in his sleeves. He sat down and stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the magnificent Qingdu City from afar.
"Master Lei, you asked me to come here because you want me to take the Wenfu exam. As long as I become the leader, Duke Changli will have to accept me as his direct disciple even for your sake. In the future, you will help me successfully run the Wenfu.
I am the only person in the entire Yuling Continent who is the head of both the Wen Palace and the Martial Palace!"
A black-faced boy became more and more excited as he talked. He couldn't help but wave his fist when he got excited.
"Damn it, what are you dreaming about? You're like a bird and you still want to be the leader?" the skinny old man cursed.
"Who do you think Wei Changli is, and you still give me face?"
"You still want to be the master of two f*cking houses?"
"Is it your turn to be the head of the Wu Mansion?"
Every time the old man asked a question, a slap fell on the back of the young man's mind.
"Then what did you want to do by bringing me here?" the young man asked a little aggrievedly.
"I come to Wei Changli whenever I have something to do in the Qing Dynasty. I will take you out to see the world by the way. It will save you a lot of money every day!"
"Master Lei, Duke Changli's name is famous in Yuling Continent. My ears get calluses when I hear about him. What kind of person do you think he is?"
Mr. Lei scratched his few hair, trying to pick out a few words from the few words in his mind to put on Wei Changli, but none of them seemed suitable.
"Wei Changli has the most eccentric personality among the three generations of Wen Mansion masters. How to evaluate him is also a difficult problem.
Even though those hypocrites in Xihe have read a lot, they can't make a final conclusion. But from my point of view, it's very simple to evaluate this old boy Wei Changli. Sometimes he is sick, sometimes he is not!"
The black tiger jumped down from the top of the mountain. After the group left, the wild beasts in the mountain began to flee in panic.
The news that the Master of the Wen Mansion would select leaders from the Wen Mansion Examination to be his direct disciples spread throughout the Xuanguo Kingdom, and scribes who boasted some talent in calligraphy and painting began to gather in the direction of the Qing capital.
Under Wen Gong Liuxia, the two teachers of Wen Mansion were the top experts in Xuan Kingdom. There were few things in the world that could make such people feel embarrassed, but now Lu Kuyin and Yang Xiangru both looked worried.
"Old Wei, why didn't you discuss this with us before spreading this kind of news?" Lu Kuyin's words were somewhat reproachful.
"The direct disciple of the master of the eight palaces has a special status. If someone maliciously disrupts the situation, it will definitely lay the seeds of disaster and make the Wen family uneasy."
"Is it that serious? I was just joking and joking, but who knew they would take it seriously?" Wei Changli scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
"Are you kidding me? You are the master of the Wen Palace. You can say anything, but you don't even have the ability to talk?"
"If someone else really wins the title, the worst I can do is recruit more apprentices. If that doesn't work, we'll just let him go. I won't admit it!"
Yang Xiangru had a bad temper. When he saw Wei Changli cursing and scolding him, without any sense of being the master of the palace, he grabbed him by the collar.
"Wei Changli, I usually just mess around and act nonsense. Now please be more serious."
"Lao Yang, Brother Yang, let go, let go, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."
"What do you think we should do?" Yang Xiangru's roar echoed under Wen Gongliu.
"How about I go out and hide?"
"Wei Changli of the Thief"
There was a Wenfu Palace Master, and a Wenfu Palace Master, and the sound of the two quarreling spread throughout the Wenfu Palace.
Those who were born under the Wen family did not know why, but those who had been living in the upper house for many years had already become accustomed to it. Some people even placed bets on winning or losing. Although these people held paintbrushes in their hands, their ears had already drifted to the Jade Mirror Lake.