Saint of the Confucian way

"Look at that man."

Fang Yun raised his chin to a man in front of the copper stove in the holy temple. When they looked there, they were all speechless, looked at the man silently and walked forward silently.

An old man in ragged green clothes and embroidered cloud robes stood in front of the copper stove, his hands hanging, his head drooping, his body shaking slightly, his eyes closed, as if he were dozing off. His hair was like a chicken nest just shaved by a hen, his beard was tangled like a large piece of balsam pear silk, and a piece of noodles hung impressively on his gray beard.

Fang Yun almost laughed when he saw this scene. Although he had long known that the beggar uncle Huang was famous, he didn't expect to be so exaggerated.

However, the beggar uncle Huang's hair was messy, and there was no trace of dust and greasy on it, because he could be free from dust when he arrived in the Hanlin. Even if Zhao Jingkong jumped into the oil and came out again, his body was still clean in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Jingkong's clothes are stained with a lot of oil, which is particularly dazzling in the bright sun in the morning.

"It's true," Fang Yun sighed.

"I've opened my eyes, but... Alas... I still don't say anything." Chang wanxu said.

Several scholars nodded gently. Everyone knew that Chang wanxu wanted to say that Zhao Jingkong was impolite. However, Zhao Jingkong's impoliteness didn't hurt anyone. Chang wanxu also knew that too much criticism would make him rude.

"It doesn't matter if this kind of ceremony is lost sometimes." Fang Yun's expression changed slightly, and his eyes at Zhao Jingkong seemed to imply something.

A man whispered, "it is said that this man is incompatible with the former Emperor and the old emperor's ancestors. In order to avoid being guessed and rejected by the former Emperor and the old emperor's ancestors, he pollutes himself."

"This is the most likely."

"Unfortunately, if he has a strong temperament, he may be the second Li Wenying."

"Everyone has his own aspirations. Maybe uncle Huang, the beggar, has another world in his heart."

"It's hard to say..."

Fang Yun and others talked. Some of the scholars around listened attentively, some did not care, and no one was surprised. This was completely different from Chen Zhiyuan's attitude towards the other party. They were comments, while Chen Zhiyuan was a domineering accusation.

Fang Yun sighed gently. Others didn't know, but yesterday he heard Dong Wencong and others say that Qing Dynasty separated Zhao Jingkong from the former Emperor and Emperor Zu, and used Juwen Pavilion and miscellaneous people to constantly attack Zhao Jingkong. Three people became tigers, which eventually led to Zhao Jingkong's closure for more than ten years. Zhao Jingkong didn't reappear in Jingguo until he became a Bachelor of Chengda, but he has completely become an idle wild crane. He didn't even attend the funeral of the former Emperor.

Because Li Wenying asked Zhao Jingkong to replace him, Fang Yun had a natural liking for Zhao Jingkong. No matter how the beggar uncle Huang was, he was a bachelor after all, which made people feel at ease.

Many candidates arrived near the copper furnace one after another.

In front of the copper furnace, in addition to Zhao Jingkong, there are four people standing in front of the holy courtyard inspector, Jiangzhou animal husbandry and Xuegong Siye.

The other officials stood on both sides and did not take the main seat.

After the crowd arrived, Fang Yun began to hold a very familiar ceremony. First, GE zhoumu led people to worship the saints, then Zhao Jingkong recited the Holy Text of sacrificing the saints, and finally the Secretary of Jingguo school palace announced the rules of the examination room.

Zhao Jingkong had a sleepy appearance, but he was very serious when reading the Holy Text for sacrifice to the people. If he closed his eyes and listened, he was no different from other scholars. However, after reading, he returned to his usual weak look, closed his eyes, stood dozing off, and shook his body gently from time to time.

Fang Yun looked around at the scholars. The average age was at least ten years older than the candidates in the previous government examination. He was filled with emotion.

After the ceremony, acquaintances left one after another.

Fang Yun looked back before entering the examination room. The beggar uncle Huang was sleeping in a chair. The expressions of the officials around him were more and more helpless.

Fang Yun smiled and continued to look for his test room.

After a while, Fang Yun found his own test room, which was not different from the test room for scholars. There were essential goods such as beds, tables, chairs and toilets, but nothing else.

Fang Yun quickly sorted everything out, and then stood behind the table waiting for the person who handed out the test paper.

The examinee tries to test poetry first, then classics and righteousness, and finally strategy theory, one day.

Soon, the sound of wheels rolling on the ground sounded, walking and stopping.

Fang Yun turned his head slightly in the direction of the car, because he heard several candidates shouting and heard a rare word.

"Random test."

Fang Yun didn't even realize it for the first time. He thought about it carefully before he remembered what it was.

The normal three subjects are one subject a day in order, but the random test is to send down the topics of poetry, classics and game theory together for three days.

Fang Yun is very clear in his mind that the two seem to have little difference, but the random examination is a great test of people's concentration and choice, because different topics are easy to distract people. When writing poetry, he is bound to think about classics or strategies. Thinking about them will lead to confusion in his thinking, which will affect the contents of the three subjects, and finally lead to a reduction in his rating.

This is not the most fatal. The most fatal thing is that once you find that your thinking is affected, you will fall into self blame and regret.

Fang Yun thought for a moment and soon made a decision.

When the carriage appeared, the servant handed Fang Yun a stack of thick paper. After thanking Fang Yun, he sat down with the test paper.

The first page contains the title of the poem, indicating the requirements for rhyme and theme, while the second page is white paper.

Fang Yun put the thick test paper in place and only took the first and second pages and put them in front of him, as if he didn't know there were classics or strategy topics behind it.

Fang Yun finished reading the title of the poem and began to think slowly.

It takes a long process to write poems by yourself. Fang Yun keeps thinking. Considering from the aspects of theme, rhythm, structure, artistic conception, thought, conception and so on, if you want to write a poem well, there is not much time in a day.

In the process of thinking, once Yu Guang touched the stack of papers, Fang Yun's mood immediately changed slightly. It seemed that there was a force urging him to look at the topics of Scripture and policy theory, so he could have more time to think.

However, from beginning to end, Fang Yun did not hesitate. Finally, he even pressed the Paperweight on the thick test paper and continued to think carefully.

One hour, two hours

"Ah..."

A cry suddenly sounded and suddenly disappeared. Fang Yun was shocked and realized that someone was out of control and isolated by the power of the holy temple.

This random test method itself will not make people lose control of their emotions, but this is a personal test. More than half of the candidates fail to pass the test more than three times, which is unimaginable.

What's more, even if it's not random examination, some people go crazy and even commit suicide before and after the examination every year.

A scholar is not a person who has no courage. If he wants to answer questions smoothly, he must rely on his own determination. This kind of random examination does not play a role in raising people, and the courage can be solved in a shock.

Fang Yun never used his courage, because he made a decision when he issued the paper. If he couldn't pass the random examination, he was not qualified to be a saint and mobilize his courage.

Not long after, a cry came and soon disappeared.

"Selection difficulty is indeed an incurable disease. With the pressure, the random test is ruthless." Fang Yun thought in his heart and pressed the inkstone on the thick test paper.

Fang Yun's mood fluctuated at the beginning and became larger and larger, but it gradually subsided after reaching a certain degree. Finally, Fang Yun seemed to be completely unable to see the thick test paper, leaving only poetry topics in his eyes.