Chapter Thirty-Six: The White Rainbow Runs Through the Sun
Sensing Young Master Chen's gaze, Zhang Yutang looked up and smiled faintly, "You are a clown, why bother."
As the master of ceremonies completed the inspection, all candidates entered the examination room and sat down one after another.
In the examination room, each candidate has a very small private room. There is a table, a chair and a lamp in the single room. If it is a dark place, the lamp can be lit.
Single intervals are mainly used to prevent cheating in exams.
According to the test number, each candidate sat in his seat and waited for the test paper to be distributed.
Zhang Yutang sat there with his eyes closed, calming his mind and waiting quietly. Soon, the test paper arrived as scheduled.
The test paper is written in black and white, with only two questions.
The first question is to write a poem with the Mid-Autumn Festival as the title, and it is required that there is no moon or the word Mid-Autumn Festival in the word; the second question is to examine the meaning of the scriptures, using a sentence from the scriptures to interpret the meaning of the saint.
The meaning of the scripture selected this time is about describing the way of heaven and man. Zhang Yutang looked at the two questions, smiled calmly, closed his eyes silently, and drafted the manuscript.
In the examination room, the examiners kept walking back and forth. When they passed Zhang Yutang's examination room for the first time, they saw Zhang Yutang closing his eyes and concentrating. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "Even if you are born with a good skin, your belly is rough -
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Time passed like water, and a quarter of an hour passed quickly. When the inspector passed by Zhang Yutang again, he saw that Zhang Yutang was still in no hurry, with his eyes closed and indifferent:
"This person slept in the examination room. It is really an insult to the way of saints and sages. Sweep the floor politely, sweep the floor politely -".
He flicked his long sleeves, turned around and left, still thinking in his mind: "Master Chen asked me to pay attention to the candidates in this room. I thought they had some special abilities, but they turned out to be just wine and rice bags. What a waste of energy."
After Mr. Chen entered a room, he directly took out a prepared test paper. As for the handed out test paper, he folded a handful of them and stuffed them into his arms. He looked at them idly for a while, surrounded by nothing but walls. He was bored.
, lying on the table, fell asleep soundly, salivating.
In another room, Su Dingfang was wearing a bright Confucian shirt with a straight waist. He sat there, studied the test paper for a while, meditated silently, and wrote with a single stroke.
As the pen moved, a stream of energy suddenly shot up in the sky above the room. The energy was like smoke, covering the sky and the earth, and turned into flowers in the sky.
These flowers include peonies, orchids, crabapples, white lotuses, and blossoming chrysanthemums and plum blossoms - in the sky, hundreds of flowers are blooming, competing in full bloom, and they are all charming and charming.
"This time I also performed exceptionally on the spot, completely beyond my usual level."
After writing the last word, Su Dingfang took a long breath, calmly, and looked up at the sky, Ruicai Road, the glow was steaming, full of confidence:
"With such a result, I should be able to beat the crowd and become the first in this exam."
"What a big noise, what happened?" Young Master Chen woke up from his deep sleep, looked at the sky and said blankly: "With such a talent, I can only rank second in this big exam."
"Flowers and beautiful flowers are created by wonderful pens. Flowers are beautiful. Please tell me which room this article is from. The energy of the article goes straight to the sky and turns into a beautiful scene." Chen Lun, who was originally invigilating the exam, looked at the blossoming spirits in the sky.
Shenhua's eyes were wide open and she couldn't believe it.
Only those who are proficient in poetry and classic meaning can write such an article, which is rare in a hundred years.
"Sir, this is No. 23, Su Dingfang from Mingyang Academy." Soon an examiner came forward and said.
"Su Dingfang of Mingyang Academy, I never thought that he would go out to study for half a year and his knowledge would advance to this extent. His wonderful pens would produce beautiful flowers and beautiful flowers." Chen Lun looked at the celebrities and Confucian scholars in Qiantang sitting beside him and said with a smile: "Mingyang Academy
With Su Dingfang, we will really become famous all over the world this time."
The teacher of Mingyang Academy looked at the flowers blooming all over the sky. He shook his hand and almost pulled off a bunch of his beard. After hearing the words of the county magistrate, he smiled from ear to ear and cupped his hands and said: "Where, where, sir?"
Enough said."
If a person in Qiantang is able to produce a brilliant writer, he is a literary genius that is rare to see in hundreds of years. If he is well cultivated in the future, he can definitely become a great scholar of the generation.
"This person must be the first in this exam." Chen Lun looked around with a smile: "This is also a major event in our Qiantang literary world. When the time comes, we must celebrate and celebrate."
The surrounding Confucian scholars responded in unison: "Of course it should be. The emergence of such talents is a blessing for us in Qiantang. When the time comes, there is hope that he will even be the first in the three tests. It is rare to see it in a hundred years."
There is lively chatting and laughter here, and the spirit of scholarly business is being exerted.
In another room in the examination room, Zhou Bowen had not yet started writing. He looked at the Qianjiao Baimei in the sky and said with a smile: "Su Dingfang from Mingyang Academy is really capable. He just wants to win the first place, but he still has some skills left."
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With a calm smile, Zhou Bowen's pale face flashed with a flush, he sat upright, picked up the pen, filled it with ink, and swung it on the snow-white rice paper, making iron hooks and silver strokes that penetrated the back of the paper.
As the words and poems were narrated, the meaning of the scriptures was narrated, and the paper glowed, like a bright sun, with blazing rays of light that broke through the sky, like a river of stars, running straight through the stars and reaching beyond the heaven and earth.
The white light surged mightily, and the huge light pillar exuded the aura of righteousness, filling the heaven and earth.
"The white rainbow pierces the sun, and the righteousness is awe-inspiring!"
This time, everyone in the invigilation room stood up together, looking at the huge light reaching into the sky, and couldn't help but admire and awe:
"That is the light of writing, Haoran Zhengqi, which is the highest state of our learning. Among the sages from ancient times, there are not many people who can write Haoran Zhengqi. Who is this? Please come out quickly and let us pay our respects."
"Why don't you find out quickly!"
Chen Lun also stood up, his face full of glory. A literary saint came out of his jurisdiction, and he was very proud.
"Come on, let's go and see who the candidate is. In this big exam, not only will there be a wonderful penman who is rare in a century, but also a literary saint who can write awe-inspiring and upright words. He is simply a blessing to me, the Great Song Dynasty, Your Majesty.
What a blessing."
Far away, a middle-aged man stood in the inn, his eyes sparkling, looking at the flowers in the sky, and a huge beam of light reaching straight to the sky and the earth, he couldn't help but be surprised:
"Unexpectedly, there are two peerless geniuses here. One will definitely become a literary giant, and the other will definitely become a literary saint. In a small Qiantang, the light of literature shines like a rainbow."
"Who could they be?"
The girl also came over and looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky with dazzling eyes: "Dad, do you think one of them is Mr. Zhang Yutang?"
Facing a rare vision in the literary world for hundreds of years, the girl lost confidence. After all, such a vision indicates that what will appear must be a great literary figure, a saint-level existence.
"It may not be him."
The middle-aged man looked at it for a while and said: "This big exam is Crouching Dragon, Hidden Tiger. If you can write a great and upright character, you will definitely be the first in this big exam."
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Young Master Chen looked at Bai Hongguanri and was very depressed: "Things that are rare in hundreds of years have happened to me. I can't get the second place this time. The third place cannot be given to others no matter what."
Already."
As soon as he finished speaking, another vision rose into the sky. The light was as bright as the sun, overwhelming everything. Even the awe-inspiring righteousness that penetrated the sky was suppressed and lowered its head.
"What a fool!" Young Master Chen raised his head and cursed: "Is it another vision? I don't even have the chance to survive the third place? Okay, okay, I admit it, the fourth, the fourth will be fine."
"Can't even the saints in the literary world do it?"
In the examination room, Zhou Bowen looked up at the sky and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"How can one be bright when one is born with beauty?"
