In the beginning of a poem of seven killings, I use the article to kill ghosts and gods

Chapter 46 Take a quick look at the poem written by Xu Yewei!
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The next day.

Capital, Taixue Palace.

Amidst the sound of reading aloud, the awe-inspiring aura pierced through the sky in the self-study palace and landed on the seal in the air. The brilliance of the seal immediately covered the whole city, and some ghosts that were too late to hide were instantly reduced to ashes amidst the screams.

Not only in the capital, but also in different cities hundreds or thousands of miles away, similar scenes happened one after another.

The people in Daliang have long been accustomed to this.

After all, for thousands of years, their mornings all started with the sound of Lang Lang reading and the screams of ghosts.

"Master Jijiu has worked hard for decades, and finally there are three thousand disciples in the Taixue Palace, and there is no need to worry about the brilliance of the sacred objects going out."

"Yeah, back in the day when we patrolled the city with books in our hands to drive out the filth, it seemed like yesterday."

"Such a situation will never happen again."

"That's right, now that Daliang is in the midst of ZTE, forgive that ghost country for not daring to invade."

"It's a pity that the posture of folding the sword that Jijiu has been looking for has not yet appeared."

"Don't worry, it will always come."

In the corridor of the Taixue Palace, two father and son who were in charge of today's morning class were talking and laughing as they strolled under the holy light of the morning.

"Master Qiu, Master Ye, these are the transcripts of the top three winners at yesterday's talent-seeking essay."

When the two were about to walk out of the corridor, a school disciple came to them with a stack of books.

"It's work."

The two nodded at the disciple, and then each of them reached out to take down the next volume.

After the essay meeting, it is already a custom to send transcripts to the father and son of the academy.

"Two masters, this disciple has to send copies to other masters, so I'll take my leave first."

"Go."

The two nodded, and started to read the transcripts in their hands while walking.

In this transcript, in addition to recording the answers of the top three in the three rounds of the teaching examination, it also briefly described the situation at that time.

"Eh? Silently, this little girl actually invited a ghost messenger to accompany you in the exam?"

When Mr. Qiu saw that Lin Buyu's companion was actually a ghost messenger, the expression on his face suddenly became awkward.

"If you invite a ghost messenger to accompany you in the exam, you can still enter the top three. Wouldn't it be more interesting?"

Ye Fuzi didn't seem to have such a plan for ghosts, but found it very interesting.

"I want to see how this girl got into the top three."

After being reminded by Master Ye, Mrs. Qiu immediately became interested, and sat down at the stone table beside him, ready to wash and read the manuscript.

"what?"

As soon as Mr. Qiu sat down, a sound of surprise came out of his mouth.

"what happened?"

Ye Fuzi, who also sat down, cast a curious look.

"Little monk Zhiheng asked, if the wind blows the shadow of the tree, is it the wind or the shadow? Do you know how the test companion, Buyu, answered?"

Master Qiu looked at Master Qiu with surprise on his face.

"Zhiheng actually asked this question, but how did the test companion answer without saying? Wind movement or shadow movement?"

Master Qiu didn't turn over the text, but asked Master Ye directly.

"The companion, Xu Ye, replied, neither the wind nor the shadow, the heart moves the benevolent."

Master Qiu replied in amazement.

"The benevolent... the heart is moved!"

Ye Fuzi was shocked when he heard this.

He had actually argued with several masters about Zhiheng’s question, but most of the time they each held their own opinions, either thinking that the wind was moving or the shadows were moving. , It made him feel as if he was struck by lightning, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

"Brother Ye, this chess piece is surprisingly good at chess. Look at the endgame, the chess moves are so complicated, no wonder Mr. Ke couldn't solve it."

Just as Master Ye was still amazed by the words "the heart of the benevolent", Mr. Qiu had already turned the copy to the page of teaching music and chess, and then saw the life and death question left by Xu Ye at a glance.

"Endgame? Wait, in this round, Xu Ye actually chose to write a question?!"

Ye Fuzi, whose expression of astonishment was still on his face, quickly flipped the copy in his hand to the page with the chess record on it.

"This……"

Then he also showed a glance with Master Ye.

"So that's the case, let me just say, that girl is shrewd, she wouldn't just find a ghost messenger to take the exam as a companion."

After copying this article to the last round of exams, Master Ye suddenly raised his head and smiled heartily.

"Now it seems that this little girl really has good intentions."

Qiu Fuzi on the opposite side nodded, expressing his approval of Ye Fuzi's words.

"That little girl must have already guessed that Xu Ye could help her get the first class in the first exam. In this way, even if Xu Ye can neither write lyrics nor inscribe poems in the next two rounds , she can still pass the essay meeting on her own."

Ye Fuzi pressed his hand to copy the Chinese, and smiled and told the guess in his heart to Qiu Fuzi who was opposite him.

"Well, Brother Ye's guess is right. In the next song test, Lin Buyu will take the test alone."

Mr. Qiu nodded while flipping through the manuscript in his hand, but when he turned to the page of calligraphy and painting examination, his small eyes suddenly sparkled, followed by him holding down the page in his hand, and rushed to Master Ye smiled slyly and said:

"Guess who I saw in the third list?"

"Who?"

Master Ye looked puzzled.

"Your disciple, Li Moyan."

Master Qiu smiled "hehe".

When Master Ye heard this, he was startled at first, but frowned and said:
"What kind of excitement did this kid go to the Xianwen Society?"

While speaking, he quickly copied the text in his hand, turned to the page about the third exam, and sure enough, he saw Li Moyan's name.

But what surprised and puzzled him even more than seeing the names of his own disciples was that his disciples were ranked below Lin Buyu and Xu Ye.

"This kid actually lost to Lin Buyu and a ghost?"

Master Ye seemed to have seen a ghost, looking at the list on the page with disbelief.

It's not that he looks down on Lin Buyu and Xu Ye, it's because he knows his disciple too well. At least in poetry and painting, his attainments are far superior to those of his peers, and he even has the demeanor of everyone.

And he knew Lin Buyu's painting skills, not bad, but compared with his disciple Li Moyan, it was not at the same level at all.

Surprised, he quickly turned back the Chinese copy in his hand, and then saw Lin Buyu's picture of a moonlit night.

Although it was copied by a school painter, Ye Fuzi can see the general idea with his eyesight.

"Buyu's picture of the bright moon in the sea does have a bit of aura, but it is obviously not as good as Mo Yan's picture in terms of artistry and artistic conception. How can Spring and Autumn Brush rate it as the first?"

Ye Fuzi's evaluation is not biased, because Lin Buyu is indeed inferior to Li Moyan in terms of paintings alone.

"No... Mo Yan didn't lose to the silent painter, but... he lost to Xu Ye's poem!"

At this time, Mr. Qiu, who had already turned to the page of the poem, suddenly showed a hard-to-cherish expression, and his voice trembled a little.

"Look, look at that poem written by Xu Yewei!"

Fuzi Qiu urged Ye Fuzi a little excitedly.

(End of this chapter)