There are more than three questions to answer the explanation of the article, and there are several more questions, and the other questions are continued.
Zhou An wrote these questions, first writing simple ones and then difficult ones. At first, Zhou An wrote very quickly, but later he wrote slowly, but he could still answer them. He thought about the last four questions.
While he was thinking, it had been more than half a day. Zhou An's stomach started to roar. Zhou An simply put down his pen, picked up the food box, took out the food inside, and started eating.
After finishing the meal, Zhou An thought about how to answer these four questions again.
These four questions are very difficult, and Zhou An could only try his best to answer the questions. Zhou An looked at Xu Shilin opposite him. Xu Shilin was eating fruit leisurely, with a bright smile on his face, as if these twenty questions were easy to answer. I don’t know how Li Yuxuan answered it, but it’s a pity that you can’t cheat here, and the official seal is still hanging over there, otherwise he would definitely find a way to cheat and answer the questions.
Then Zhou An answered the two questions, and now there are only two questions left. As long as he answers these two questions correctly, he will get full marks.
Before I knew it, a day passed, and a bell rang out, and a sentence came from outside: "After the first test, stop writing and hand in the test questions."
One by one, the yamen runners began to accept the test questions for candidates.
When a yamen runner received Zhou An's side, Zhou An had no choice but to hand in the test questions. He had not done two questions, but he had no choice but to do so. He really couldn't think of these two questions.
After a while, the yamen runners collected the test questions and handed them all over to the hands of Ye Shu, the county magistrate of Baiquan County. The Yuan Dynasty stipulated that the juren exams must be reviewed by the county magistrate himself, and no one else was allowed to intervene, so the county magistrate controlled the future of the candidates.
The county magistrate will not do anything to favoritism and fraud. The official seals above the county government not only monitor candidates, but also inspect the officials of the county government. Because during the imperial examination, the official seals not only relied on local luck, but also relied on a little luck of the Yuan Dynasty. This is the luck of the Yuan Dynasty, which makes everyone in the county government fair and just, without the slightest selfishness, even the county magistrate is the same.
"The second question is to write poems with murder as the topic." The county government officials spoke again at this time. This time, they did not issue the test questions, but directly gave a topic to write poems.
But Zhou An was a little confused. When Zhou An came to Baiquan County, he heard Li Yuxuan say that when the second test of the juren exam in the past, he would give some more correct questions, such as poems about marching and fighting, poems about benefiting the country and the people, poems about courtesy, righteousness, integrity and shame, poems about filial piety to parents, poems about scenery and festivals, etc.
But now when writing poems, we should use murder as the topic. Why don’t the above positive energy topics be used as the topics, but instead ask about murder? Isn’t this encouragement to kill people? Isn’t it a bit distorted?
Does the person who set the question want to use murder to describe the goodness of the world? Writing such a poem is not simple and difficult to write?
Forget it, I won’t think about what murderous poems are in my memory. If they are suitable, write them out. Zhou An immediately recalled them. Not to mention that he really remembers a few murderous poems, but he didn’t feel suitable to write them here, but he had no other poems to write, so he had no choice but to pick out the closest poem.
After choosing, Zhou An chose one, picked up the pen and wrote the title, the man's three words, and then wrote down the poems that followed.
Men should kill people, but they will be merciless. The immortal karma of all ages is all in killing people.
There was a man who was loyal and loyal. He killed someone at once, and his body was lighter than a feather.
There are also heroes and domineers, killing people like turmoil, galloping around the world, only praising swords and guns.
Now I want to find such a person, I will only catch the shadow of the moon. Don’t you see it?
The priest of the scholars came up and the hero died, and China praised benevolence and righteousness from then on.
Once the enemy and the barbarians chaotic Central Plains, the scholars ran away and the cowardly people cried.
I want to learn from the ancient style and regain my heroic spirit. My reputation is the same as dirt, and those who disdain to be kind-hearted will ridicule.
Wearing an iron sword, we will kill people when we are angry. We cut our thighs and drink, and we will chat and laugh and make ghosts and gods startle.
If you kill enemies thousands of miles apart, you are willing to spend ten weeks of stars. You can only use the lights of the fields and have a deep relationship with them.
He went out of the west gate, and turned back at the dusk. He was tired and thought of sleeping, and the battle horn suddenly blew.
When Ximen left his mother, she was sad that her son was not sad. She was willing to be in history, but the man never returned.
Killing in the world, tragic and shocking Yin, killing one person in three steps, keeping your heart stopping.
Blood flows thousands of miles away, and the corpse is pillowing on Qianxun Mountain. After the war, the heroes are tired and sleeping on the enemy's corpse.
I still kill someone in my dream, and my smile shines. Don’t ask my daughter, what’s the madman’s evil?
Since ancient times, benevolence and morality have never been true.
Haven't you seen that lions, tigers and preys have gained fame? Who can pity the poor elk?
The world has always been strong and the weak, and even if it is reasonable, it is in vain.
Don’t ask, men have their own men.
When a man does things, he should be violent. Things and benevolence are not established.
A man is in the battlefield of killing, and his courage is like a bear and his eyes are like a wolf.
If you are born as a man, you will kill someone, and you will not be able to entangle the body of a man and your heart will be covered.
Men never care about themselves, and they can only smile at each other.
There are 100 battlefields in the hatred, and weeds are everywhere.
Don’t tremble, there is a song to listen to:
Killing one is a sin, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Slaughtering nine million is a hero. The hero is a hero. The hero is a hero, the Tao is different:
Seeing through the thousand-year reputation of benevolence and righteousness, but letting you show your might in this life.
A good reputation does not love a bad reputation, and a million kills people without punishment.
I would rather teach thousands of people to hate them than teach them to scold me.
Looking at the world for five thousand years, where does heroes not kill?
After the pen of the word, the official seal in the sky suddenly vibrated, and the golden light shone brightly in an instant. There was even a blood-red breath flowing in the golden light, as if thousands of blood and energy were condensed in it, killing thousands of souls and killing souls.
Even an image appeared above the official seal. A man stood in the void and held a killing weapon in his hand, staring into the distance. Behind him, it seemed that he was undulating in the sea of corpses and blood, vast and endless.
This strange image immediately attracted Ye Shu, the county magistrate of Baiquan County. He looked at the official seal for a while, and his eyes were shining brightly. He could see the strange image of the official seal thoroughly at a glance.
Then he followed the strange scene and saw the lattice where Zhou An was located. However, Zhou An was now sleeping on the table. He was not looking at these things, but a piece of paper next to Zhou An and the poems written on it.
When he read the poem "The Man Xing" once, he was shocked. This poem "The Man Xing" was written so well that it had surpassed the level of a vast poem and thus reached the ancient poem.
Poetry that passes on ancient times is a poem that can be passed down through the ages, and will last forever.
Once such a poem is born, it will surely shock the world and move forever!
Zhou An's poem "The Man" has reached this level.
No wonder the official seal had such an odd image. It was interesting. Ye Shu remembered Zhou An's appearance in his heart, and then closed his eyes and rested.
In fact, not only Ye Shu saw the strange image of the official seal, but anyone who followed this juren exam found the strange image of the official seal and showed surprise. For some reason, the official seal suddenly had such an strange image.
It’s like the sea of blood, killing thousands, and such an absurd sign is not a good sign.
The officials in the county government all looked at Ye Shu, hoping to get the news of the strangeness sent by the official seal from Ye Shu. After all, Ye Shu is the leader of the official seal. If there is any strangeness in the official seal, he will first know it, but Ye Shu did not react and did not even open his eyes.
Seeing that Ye Shu didn't say anything, they no longer looked at it. After all, Ye Shu was the county magistrate, so Ye Shu would naturally know what they deserved to know.
yawn!
Six hours later, Zhou An woke up and yawned, stretched, opened his eyes, and looked outside. It was already midnight.
There is no moon in the sky, it is covered by dark clouds, only the stars in the sky are twinkling, flashing endless light.
Zhou An looked at Xu Shilin opposite him. Now Xu Shilin has lying on the bed to sleep. He should have finished writing the poem, otherwise he would not have been able to sleep so peacefully.
Zhou An simply walked up to the bed and continued to sleep. Anyway, he still had time, so he slept for a while.
"After the second test, stop writing and handing in the poem." The official's voice reached the ears of every candidate.
The yamen runners began to collect poems in the lattice of each candidate.
Zhou An also handed over his men's poems.
After the yamen runners collected the poem, the official's voice came: "The third test is to compose music based on the theme of family and country."