The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

Chapter 40

The next morning.

Before Jiang Ming got up, the lively sound of gongs and drums had already started.

The assessment of the temple is held once a month, but the enthusiasm of the people in Thousand Cave City has not diminished at all, just like Chinese New Year.

Having enjoyed breakfast with the king in the palace, Jiang Ming came to the assessment site with the admission ticket given by the king.

The Thousand Cave City Library is a well-known treasure in the mainland, and tens of thousands of people sign up to visit it every month.

If they are really allowed to pass the assessment, the threshold of the library will be broken.

What's more, the Temple of Scholars doesn't have that much energy to score all the applicants.

Among the tens of thousands of applicants, only a handful of prestigious scholars are eligible to participate in the assessment.

And only the top ten in the assessment are eligible to enter the library.

The probability is only about one in ten thousand, which can be said to be very harsh.

"Am I going through the back door?"

Looking at the admission ticket in his hand, Jiang Ming gently shook his head.

For a little guy like him who is not well-known in the intellectual circle, even if he signed up, he would not be selected.

Without the admission ticket given by the king, he would not even be eligible to participate in the examination.

Standing in the group of candidates, Jiang Ming's figure is particularly special.

The others were all dressed in white robes, holding folding fans, and looked like scholars.

Only Jiang Ming was wearing a tight black warrior suit with a long knife pinned to his waist.

In terms of appearance, Jiang Ming is already considered a handsome young man.

But at this time, compared with the candidates around him, he was just set off as a muscular man.

When the candidates saw Jiang Ming, they all frowned secretly and hid away like flies.

Those disgusting little eyes almost wrote the word "vulgar" on his face.

From the beginning to the end, only one stranger took the initiative to talk to Jiang Ming.

Or because of a misunderstanding.

"Brother, from the look of your clothes, you should be from the Tang Dynasty. Could it be that you are Li Bai, who is both poetic and swordsman!?"

"Sorry, you misidentified the person, I am not Li Bai."

Jiang Ming explained with a smile.

The man immediately changed his face, snorted coldly and walked away.

"I'll go, is the intellectual circle so realistic now?"

Jiang Ming smiled wryly in his heart.

After waiting for about half an hour, ten examiners finally entered the venue.

Six men and four women, most of them are old men with gray hair.

Instead, the youngest woman sat in the first place.

About thirty or so, the appearance is above average, not very beautiful but very charming.

Like Jiang Ming's English teacher in junior high school.

"Su Yu."

Jiang Ming read her name softly.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Su Yu's eyes were always looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Everyone be quiet."

At the examiner's table, Su Yu spoke, her voice was as beautiful as her name.

The whole examination room fell silent in an instant.

Among the more than 100 candidates present, apart from Jiang Ming, none of them knew the name of Su Yu, the number one poetess in mainland China.

She is a senior who became famous earlier than Tang Li Bai.

"The temple assessment has officially started. Please follow the serial number on the admission ticket to participate in the assessment."

"Number One, Liu Chang!"

As Su Yu's voice fell, a man stepped forward.

"This poem is for the beautiful examiner Su Yu."

Liu Chang blinked greasyly, opened the fan with a bang, and fanned it pretendingly.

While walking, he recited a poem he wrote: "The sun is shining in the sky, and the beauty of thousands of caves is wonderful. The examiner is kind-hearted, and the high score is good."

"what???"

Jiang Ming was completely dumbfounded when he heard this.

Isn't this a jingle that I said for fun when I was a child, and it is also worthy of being called a poem?

Is this still a famous scholar?
It has long been known that there is a gap between the cultural level of the King's Continent and the earth, but the gap is too big.

It can't even be called a gap, it should be called a natural moat.

What made Jiang Ming even more speechless was that several candidates around him began to comment seriously.

"Well, this poem is not bad. One or two lines of Zhao and Miao rhyme very well, but it's a pity that the three or four lines of Shanhehao are not suitable."

"I think so too. Generally speaking, it's at the upper-middle level."

Jiang Ming's eyeballs almost fell to the ground, and he complained wildly in his heart.

This is a well-known scholar from which corner, is their average prenatal education?
Fortunately, the ten judges are still of a certain level and did not give high marks.

Two four points, seven three points, one two points, a total of 39 points.

The two points with the lowest score were written by Su Yu.

"Next, No. [-] Li Zheng!"

"Number three!"

"Number Four!"

. . .

Candidates came forward one by one, and most of the poems they made were similar to rhyming jingles.

Occasionally there are a few that are slightly better, and they sound a bit like it.

Jiang Ming has been paying attention to the marks of several examiners.

It was found that Su Yu's scoring was extremely strict, and among dozens of candidates, none of them could get more than five points in her hands.

That is to say, in her mind, the poems of these people are not qualified.

Those candidates who didn't get high marks were naturally very dissatisfied with this, and muttered softly.

"This Su Yu is going too far. Co-authoring our poems is considered unpopular in her eyes."

"That's right, why should a woman be so arrogant."

"Isn't he just born a few years earlier? What kind of cow is that?"

Hearing these voices, Jiang Ming frowned slightly.

Although it is said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, but at the very least, it is necessary to distinguish between good and bad.

Jiang Ming didn't think that Su Yu was wrong. If he had been the examiner, he might have given negative marks.

"Next, number 78, Jiang Ming!"

At this moment, Su Yu's voice sounded again.

She seemed to lift up her spirits suddenly, with a strange look in her eyes.

When chanting Jiang Ming's name, his tone involuntarily became a little more serious.

"Candidate Jiang Ming is here."

Under the attention of everyone, Jiang Ming walked slowly into the examination room.

The corner of his mouth raised, and his favorite ancient poem came out - will drink!

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and will never return. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow. Life is full of joy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon. I am born with my talent It will be useful, and it will come back after all the money is gone.

"

"..."

"Five-flowered horse, a thousand gold furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you!"

Jiang Ming memorized the whole poem in one breath and then served the wine.

Nuo Da's examination room was actually completely silent.

Everyone looked at each other, including ten examiners.

For a long time, the sound of Adam's apple rolling came from all directions.

"This, this, Wenshen descends to earth, it must be Wenshen descending to earth!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

There were also people who repeated the ancient poems that Jiang Ming had read in a daze, and then recalled the works of the previous candidates.

All of a sudden, I understood what the difference in the world is!

"How could he write such perfect lines?!"

Those examinees who had sneered at Jiang Ming earlier, their faces were even more ugly at the moment.

Thinking of what I said, my face felt burning pain, as if someone had slapped me several times.

(End of this chapter)