One Thought Feixian

Chapter 737
Kyoto!

There was a sudden sound of gongs, and a group of warriors in golden armor came out of the tall palace gate, with golden swords on their waists and hips, looking imposing and majestic.

Among this group of golden armored warriors, there are four civil servants dressed in official government. They look dignified, but their faces are expressionless and meticulous.

Among the four civil servants, the two civil officials in the front were empty-handed, while the two civil officials in the back each held a jade plate in their hands.

On the jade plate on the left, there are three examination papers.

On the jade plate on the right is a piece of golden Zen cloth, which is folded into squares, square and square, with clear outlines, as if extremely heavy.

At this time, all the people who came to watch were fixed on the golden Zen cloth, held their breath, and no one dared to make a sound, only the group of golden armored warriors walked and let out a "bang!" Bang bang" sound.

A flock of birds flew from afar, landed on a tree in front of the palace gate, and sang movingly.

This is a magpie who came to announce the good news, a good omen.

Under the eyes of everyone, this group of golden armored warriors walked straight to the imperial wall, stopped, and then formed a row ten feet away from the imperial wall, standing upright like magic soldiers, exuding a majestic aura , It makes people dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool.

"By the order of the sage, this year's imperial examination will be released at three quarters in the afternoon!"

One of the civil servants faced the crowd and said in a loud voice.

As soon as the sound fell, the salute was fired immediately, and then the gong sounded again, and the sound of the chime bells suddenly spread throughout the world.

Then, the civil official turned around and carefully took out the golden Zen cloth on the jade plate, then pulled it away from another civil official, and stuck it on the imperial wall.

In an instant, golden light filled the ground, and iron trees and silver flowers pierced people's eyes.

This piece of golden Zen cloth is 33 feet long and [-] feet wide. On the raised part of the head, there is a huge letter printed on it, flying like dragons and phoenixes, majestic and majestic.

This is the legendary gold list, which is filled with densely packed names, and it looks like there are four to five thousand people.

These people, all of whom were nominated on the gold list of the imperial examination, have made great achievements and changed their destiny since then.

"Look quickly, who won the first place, is it Su Qian who wrote the splendid essay?"

"If it's not Su Qian, it's the fairy in the painting who writes poems and paintings. Who is it?"

... When the gold list was posted, crowds of people rushed over one after another, making extremely chaotic noises, but with the group of golden armored warriors with knives guarding it, no one dared to rush past, and could only stand ten feet away to watch.

Countless people shouted Su Qian, or the name of the fairy in the painting.

However, when their eyes swept to the front of the gold list, what they saw was not the names of Su Qian and the fairy in the painting, but a strange name.

This name only has two words: "Li Feng!"

"The champion is Li Feng!"

In an instant, everyone was stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

Among the crowd, someone yelled, and the voice was extremely ear-piercing.

One stone caused a thousand waves!

"how is this possible?"

"This number one scholar is not Su Qian, nor is he a fairy in the painting, but an unknown soldier."

"Li Feng? Who is this? It seems that someone who has never heard of this name can surpass Su Qian and Hua Zhongxian to win the first place, the number one scholar and the first place?"

"Is it a mistake?"

"The imperial examination is the grand ceremony of the country. It is absolutely impossible to make a mistake. Look at the official seal of the three princes and the seal of the emperor on the golden list."

"The top pick is Li Feng, the second place is Su Qian, and Tan Hua is the fairy in the painting. Good guy, it's true. The splendid articles and poetry and painting articles have been surpassed. What kind of shocking article did Li Feng write? The two of you, champion and number one?"

... More and more people screamed, it was unbelievable.

Things were completely beyond their expectations. The number one scholar was snatched away by a little-known kid, so what could he do?

Many people were not convinced, and kept asking about Li Feng's name, but unfortunately, few people knew it, and they all shook their heads in response, not knowing at all.

"In that case, let's take a look, how is this champion essay written?" A young scholar said in a deep voice.

There is a rule in the imperial examinations of all dynasties, that is, when the rankings are released, the articles written by the top three top scholars, the second place, and Tanhua will also be posted and made public, so that people can be convinced.

Three days later, these articles will be included in the royal library and recorded in the annals of history for the admiration of future generations.

At this time, those officials, after posting the gold list, began to post articles.

First, there was an article written by Tanhua. As soon as this article was posted, the literary spirit was soaring, and a poetic and picturesque scene appeared in front of everyone, like a fairyland on earth, so beautiful.

This is a poetry and painting article!

Then came the second-best articles. As soon as this article was posted, it was also a burst of literary spirit, condensing into an auspicious cloud in the sky, as brilliant as a brocade.

This is a beautiful article.

"These two articles contain a wealth of literary luck and the spirit of each word, almost on par with each other, wonderful, really wonderful!"

Some people began to comment, and there were countless voices of admiration.

However, at this moment, the article written by the number one scholar was also posted. In an instant, the situation changed, as if a volcano erupted, sea tides surged, and a terrifying aura of literary luck soared into the sky.

Immediately, everyone heard the voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu, the goddess scattered flowers, played the conch, and beat the fairy drum, and there were auspicious scenes everywhere.

Every word on the paper shone brightly, as if it floated out of the paper and condensed in the air.

"This this this..."

In an instant, everyone turned pale with shock, speechless, "Destiny, fate!"

"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement!"

"The terrain is Kun, the gentleman carries things with great virtue!"

... As soon as the No. [-] article came out, the other two articles were immediately suppressed, and the judgment was made, and no one voiced any objection.

Later, some people called this No. [-] Scholar article "Ghosts and Gods Article", because of its unique style and unconventional style, no one could write this article, only ghosts and gods could.

Many people who were present again took paper and pens and copied it down.

So according to this "Ghosts and Gods Article", a new wave of students has been opened up.

Of course, this is something.

When the golden list was posted one by one, some people cheered, some cried, some went crazy with joy, and some became sad from joy.

In short, with one imperial examination, one can see all kinds of life, and everything in the world cannot escape fate.

In the north of Kyoto, there is a huge painting floating in the house, like a dream.

The Immortal in the painting kept unfolding the painting, absorbing the billowing air of literary luck, and suddenly, a power of luck descended from the sky and condensed on him.

"Has the imperial court released the list? Very good, I am the number one scholar, and my luck is on my side. Today I will cultivate into the third realm of ghosts and immortals, and use my corpse to return to the sun."

A gloomy voice came out from the painting, and then, above the giant painting, a powerful force of thought spread out, like a gust of wind, sweeping across the entire house.

A figure floated out of the huge painting in an instant, suspended in the air like a ghost.

This is not a spirit body, but the soul of this painting, the original soul is out of the body!

This is the real fairy in the painting.

He absorbed a huge amount of literary luck, and at the moment he was named on the gold list, his luck came, and his soul gained a huge increase, moving towards the third realm of ghosts and immortals.

"Central Dynasty, tens of thousands of students are all trash!"

A successful smile appeared on his face.

But in the next moment, the smile completely froze on his face, and was replaced by shock: "No, this luck... this luck is not the luck of the champion. What's going on? Am I not the champion?"

In an instant, he noticed something strange. The luck in him seemed to be much less than he had imagined. It was not the luck that should be given to the number one scholar and the second place, and it could not allow him to break through successfully.

Sure enough, his thought power stopped growing.

"Damn it, it's just a little short, I'm just a little bit close to being able to break through to return the body to the dead, who took my position as the number one scholar, is it Su Qian?"

His cultivation just happened to be stuck at the critical point between the second and third realms of Ghost Immortal, and he was able to pass it by almost a hair, but in the end he still didn't get a breakthrough.

And this time he was ready to break through, but it ended in failure. If he wants to break through next time, he will need at least a few months of hard work.

He immediately roared, his face was full of anger, he was the first to think of Su Qian, with a swish, his soul entered into the painting, and then transformed into a human being, he immediately walked out of the house and headed towards the palace.

He wanted to see if Su Qian had snatched his No. [-] Scholar position.

At the same time, Su Qian was sitting in the middle of the room, practicing.

Suddenly, a wave of luck descended on him, making his whole body refreshed, and the movement of his thoughts became countless times smoother.

"Has the imperial court released the list?"

Su Qian opened his eyes suddenly, and immediately sensed everything. The increase in luck will not increase the strength, but it can gain huge benefits in the dark.

Suddenly, he frowned: "Is this the luck of the number one scholar? It seems a little... No, the luck of the number one scholar is more than that. The fairy in the painting who writes poems and paintings?"

Immediately he felt something extraordinary, got up immediately, and hurried out of the house.

Grand Master's House.

Pang Tiandu hadn't returned to the mansion yet, and You Qingfeng, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, was still kneeling at the gate with his stick on his back, his body trembling, as if he was about to be unable to hold on anymore.

He is a frail scholar, and he knelt for an hour. Even though he put a futon on it, it was extremely exhausting.

Suddenly, a sound of beating gongs and drums came from a distance, which attracted his attention and made him turn his head away.

(End of this chapter)