Starting from crossing the Fengshen

Chapter 248 Hundred Saints Sing Together

Li Shenguang was the first to walk out of the main examination room. The examiners from all sides glanced at Hong Xuanji, who was still as clay-bodhisattva-like, and bowed their hands to each other before following him out.

A green light flashed in Li Shenguang's eyes. He pointed to the roof of a dormitory to the west and said: "Look, that should be where Grandmaster Xie is. The spirit of literature and spirit rises into the sky, like the spirit of the Martial Saint, but the spirit of the Martial Saint is like smoke. The Qi is extremely domineering, but Grandmaster Xie’s spirit is upright, soft yet strong, enough to compete with the sun and the moon.”

There was nothing on the roof, but in Li Shenguang's eyes, he could see a soft, tough, white light that shot straight into the sky, giving people a sense of grandeur and integrity.

The other examiners put aside their distracting thoughts and concentrated on their eyes.

It's just that their qi-raising skills are not deep enough, and they can only barely sense that Youdao's strong literary qi is blooming.

Li Shenguang looked to the east again and couldn't help but exclaimed: "That's where the great Confucians of various schools of thought are. Indeed, they are worthy of being the great Confucians of various schools of thought. Their literary qi is soaring. Although one person is not as good as Grandmaster Xie, the literary qi of so many people is different." The elephants are connected together, which is also a rare event in a hundred years."

In his eyes, countless words soared into the sky, as bright as the stars in the sky.

Other examiners also looked to the east, and some people exclaimed: "What a strong literary spirit. I feel like there is a vast white field in front of me, and there seem to be countless stars twinkling in it. I have never felt this way when I saw Grandmaster Xie before."

The others also nodded.

Although they could only vaguely sense it, the vision was so vast that it was difficult to see clearly.

"The various families are indeed extraordinary."

"I don't know where Uncle Long Xiang is? These great scholars from various aristocratic families are all here for him."

"I don't know if there are any other masters hidden among them besides them?"

……

There was a lot of discussion.

Li Shenguang frowned slightly. He actually couldn't stand the various families.

No matter how you say it, Yin Qi is just a young man. You ninety-nine great scholars team up to bully a young man. This is too shameless and unworthy of being a scholar.

"Ok?"

Li Shenguang suddenly turned his head and saw a stream of light rising up in front of him, rising straight into the sky. Up to the candle in the sky, a cloud was vaguely formed in the sky, as brilliant as a brocade.

He couldn't help but lose countenance and asked: "Who is there in that place?"

"Fang Yuan, the eight-year-old child prodigy of the Fang family, seems to be at that location. Sir, what did you see?"

The examiner next to him said quickly.

The other examiners were also extremely curious.

"I saw the Jinxiu article!"

Li Shen looked at the brilliant brocade clouds in the sky and couldn't help but murmured: "What a little prodigy, elegant and spirited, flowing through his body, like a brocade."

……

Exam room.

Although Hong Xuanji was sitting with his eyes closed, the entire examination room was under his influence.

"It's such a beautiful article. It's enough to compete with Xie Wenyuan. No wonder you can be secretly cultivated by Meng Shenji. And Hong Yi, you are a traitor and have great literary talent. After this test, let's see how proud you are. ?”

Hong Xuanji thought to himself, with a sneer on his lips.

Compared with other great scholars, Hong Yi still has excuses even if he loses.

But if you can't compare with an eight-year-old child, then there's nothing to say.

"And Yin Qi, if he can't even compete with the great Confucian scholars in the general examination, let alone the subsequent debate."

……

Royal Palace.

Fenghua Building.

Emperor Qian, the Crown Prince, Prince He, Prince Jade, several county princes, Ji Changyue and others were overlooking the Jade Capital City.

This Fenghua Tower is the tallest building in the imperial city.

Emperor Qian pointed in the direction of Gongyuan from afar and said to Ji Changyue: "Changyue, I called you here this time because I want to see with you the literary spirit of my Dagan. Culture is related to the rise and fall of dynasties. The stronger the literary spirit, the more prosperous the dynasty will be. ." Ji Changyue was wearing a Taoist robe and said: "More than twenty years ago, I got the first prize in the examination with the help of the late emperor, but today I feel really ashamed when I see the literary spirit of Gongyuan. The spirit of Grandmaster Wenyuan's articles reaches to the sky. I can't compete with the sun and the moon."

Emperor Qian chuckled and said: "You are now the master of the Zhengdao Sect and have practiced Taoism for twenty years. Although Xie Wenyuan was your teacher back then, you are now better than your master."

Ji Changyue shook her head and said: "We who practice Taoism are only practicing skills. If it is to defeat the enemy and subjugate demons, there are some methods. But when it comes to understanding the Tao, it is not perfect."

"Eh? Splendid article!"

At this time, Emperor Qian was slightly moved and looked at the top of Gongyuan in the distance.

Ji Changyue also moved.

.........

"Although Xie Wenyuan is a literary master, I will not lose to him."

Fangyuan was confident: "In this world, only Xie Wenyuan can compete with me in terms of the caliber of his essays. Unfortunately, he came to the exam this time to advise the emperor with his essays, so he will definitely not be able to impress the emperor."

This time, I am the winner.

As for Yin Qi, it's just a wuful. "

As he swiped his pen, lines of flying and lively writing appeared on the paper.

……

"The Master said: An ordinary man can be a teacher for hundreds of generations, and a single word can teach the world."

After solving the topic, Hong Yi's literary thoughts surged like a fountain.

All his energy and spirit were integrated into the article, and he seemed to vaguely resonate with the scholars in the temple.

Every word written is a baptism of thoughts.

When he finally finished writing, a huge and suppressed energy suddenly rushed into the sky.

Buzz!Buzz!

At the same time, the statues of various disciples enshrined in the temple also shook violently in an instant.

This vibrating sound resounded throughout Gongyuan.

Just as Li Shenguang was about to return to the main examination room, he suddenly turned around and looked at the violently trembling statues of scholars and exclaimed: "A hundred saints are singing together! This is a hundred saints singing together! Whose article is this that can actually attract hundreds of saints?" Qi Ming?"

In the examination room, Hong Xuanji also suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes piercing into reality.

In the palace, upstairs in Fenghua, Emperor Qian and Ji Changyue were equally shocked.

Fangyuan was even more distracted, and the ink almost dripped on the test paper. He said in disbelief: "A hundred saints chant together, how is this possible? Unless the ideological realm is close to the holy way, it is impossible for Yin Qi to chant together."

The realm of thought is close to the holy way, this is the sub-sage.

Such a vision woke everyone up.

But to say who can’t accept it the most, it’s impossible for it to be the great Confucians from the various schools of thought. Their expressions suddenly changed and they cried out: “Impossible, this is impossible, I don’t believe it!”

They are descendants of various sons, and this is what they are most proud of.

Even if a hundred saints chanted in unison, it should have been caused by them, but why was it someone else?

Among those statues of various disciples, there are their ancestors!

It feels like one's own treasure has been snatched away by others.

……

"This article can be said to be written by God, and it is rare to have it in this life."

Although he had stopped writing, Hong Yi was still immersed in the article. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He was awakened by the shaking of the statues of the scholars in the Gongyuan.

He was shocked at first, and then he understood.

Hong Yi's eyes brightened, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "I may not be as good as you in martial arts, Taoism, or even immortality. But when it comes to articles, I won this time."

(End of this chapter)