Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

The four walls are green in the sky, and the seven-story building leans against the cold evening stars.

The night gradually climbed up into the sky, the stars were all over the sky, and the moon was like frost.

Lin'an Mansion, the government office of the Ministry of Rites.

With the end of the first session of the Spring Festival, the Ministry of Rites began to review the papers intensively, and the papers of the candidates in the liberal arts examination room were transported to the Ministry of Rites one after another.

After several strict procedures, the papers were anonymous and distributed to many examiners.

Cross-marking will be conducted, and if there are any objections, multiple examiners will review the papers to ensure that there will be no misjudgments.

There are more than 3,000 papers, and each paper is full of answers. Even if it is just a review, it takes a lot of time and a lot of effort.

Every examiner has room and board at the Ministry of Rites office these days.

The cold lamp splashes brilliance.

Officials one by one began to read it carefully, because the references were all from various places. They were the people who had gone through many screenings before arriving in Lin'an. There was no need to question their ability to write articles.

The Chunwei Examination is to select taller and excellent talents from a group of tall people.

The rustling sound of turning pages is like the sound of waves caused by the caressing of bamboo leaves in the bamboo sea late at night.

The desks are arranged one by one, and the examiners sit behind them, holding wolf hair-dyed cinnabar red ink in their hands to comment and score. The candidates are evaluated according to the entry point of each question and the closeness to the answer.

The atmosphere was tense but also somewhat harmonious.

However, the only thing that made the examiners somewhat dissatisfied was the major topic of this Spring Festival, which was about the major topic of the Northern Expedition.

It was too uniform. The articles written by dozens of candidates in succession were all against the Northern Expedition. Their words contained hints of trying to please and get close to the Prime Minister of Qin. Their attitude was too obvious and boring.

Of course, not all candidates are opposed to the Northern Expedition. There are also a few candidates who choose to support the Northern Expedition. However, the article has no substantive argument. It is just based on enthusiasm that it is unreasonable to launch the Northern Expedition. Therefore, the examiner just Just glance at it and give no points directly.

No need for any suspense or argument.

After reviewing for a long time, many examiners stretched out, stood up and moved around to clear their heads and minds that were filled with the candidates' knowledge.

Suddenly, a few people saw an examiner sitting behind a case, his back straight, his eyes widened, his beard seemed to be trembling slightly, and he was completely absorbed in the article, unable to extricate himself.

The examiner's face turned red, and his skin became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a long time, there was a loud and energetic cheer, accompanied by the sound of violent table slamming.

For a moment, many relaxed examiners looked over in surprise, confusion, and speechlessness.

Isn't it just to review the candidates' answers? Why are you so excited?

"Okay, well written. How can I, the officials of Great Zhao, sit back and watch the land of Middle-earth suffer the humiliation of the barbarians! We are the orthodox of that land of Middle-earth!"

This examiner may also have some angry youth hidden in his body, which suddenly exploded at this moment.

Compliments and comments kept pouring out of his mouth, and his red face was almost filled with tears.

But this article really touched his heart and ignited the anger in his heart.

"Cross the river! Cross the river!"

The examiner slapped the desk and shouted.

Many examiners are so perplexed that they are crazy. This is...

The person in charge of everything this time was Prime Minister Qin, who was famously opposed to the Northern Expedition faction. If this examiner dared to shout so loudly, wouldn't he be working against Qin Prime Minister?

However, several examiners were also curious and came over to read together the article that made this colleague lose his temper and shout "Cross the river".

The stars are like a bucket, and the moonlight is cold.

After a while, several examiners put down their articles. Their hearts were filled with emotions and unexplainable meanings were surging in their chests.

If they hadn't controlled their emotions, they would have even wished to be like the first temperamental examiner, slapping the case and shouting "Cross the river!"

The words "crossing the river" were the last words of the frontier general who died with hatred and unwillingness.

Only two words, but powerful and powerful.

Now, when they look at the word "wenpin", they finally have some feelings.

"how?"

"No points will be given based on the answers, because the meaning of the question is not clear. As for me, I would like to give him full marks, because this article, with the power of a statement, is eloquent, but it arouses the fire of my ambition."

The examiners discussed with each other.

"Submit it to Prime Minister Qin and let him make a comment."

In the end, the examiners made a unanimous decision.

Above the high hall of the Government Office of the Ministry of Rites, a green lantern was lit, and the fire glowed faintly, illuminating the room as bright as day.

The night is thin and cool, accompanied by moonlight and lights.

Qin Prime Minister Qin Lishi was sitting in charge of the case. He looked at the examination papers that were presented to him by many examiners. He frowned slightly and began to observe.

His expression was as usual, but there was a hint of determination emerging from the depths of his eyes.

"Drive out the barbarians and restore the Middle Earth..."

"It sounds easy and simple, but it's not that easy. Emperor Yuanmeng was so angry that he was ranked number one in the world for five hundred years. No one could challenge his position. Even in the great Zhao Dynasty, there was no one who could defeat him. If the Northern Expedition is about to begin, who will check and balance Emperor Yuanmeng?"

"Although the speeches were impassioned and powerful, in the end they were just words on paper."

Qin Lishi actually appreciates this article, but appreciation is appreciation. No matter how well written the article is, it will not shake his mind against the Northern Expedition. The current situation is so good, Lin'an is prosperous, even the Kyoto of the Yuan-Meng Empire It's far behind.

And the Northern Expedition... once it fails, the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry may be able to cross the Canglang River and crush the dreamlike prosperity of Zhao that has lasted for five hundred years.

"The Yuanmeng Empire is indeed powerful, but if we, the Great Zhao, unite with the Dali Kingdom and the Xiliang Kingdom, the three parties will join forces to form an iron wall. Even the Yuanmeng Emperor may not be able to easily shake it. Naturally, it can continue to prosper for another five hundred years."

Qin Lishi put down the article, dipped his pen in, drank cinnabar, and commented again.

Although the article was good, it did not score points because it was too biased against his intentions.

After writing indifferent comments, Qin Lishi put the paper aside. He knew that he had not scored on this big question and the candidate was probably destined to fail.

Qin Lishi was even a little curious as to whose name it was under this vague name.

"Perhaps it was written by a student from Banshan, Sanfuzi Wang, who is on the literary and music list."

Qin Lishi smiled lightly.

Suddenly, Qin Lishi's mind moved. He raised his eyes and looked out the window of the Ministry of Rites. It seemed that starlight had come into his dream and condensed into a phantom of starlight in front of the window.

"Second Master."

Qin Lishi was startled, looking at Xingguang's figure, he couldn't help but say.

The rickety Second Master bowed to Qin Xiang, then walked to Qin Lishi's side, pointed to the article on the table, and said: "The Wenqu stele was moved by this article, and Qin Xiangruo didn't give a cent. It’s hard to explain it to the doctor, and it’s hard to explain it to the liberal arts college.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Lishi's face froze, and he was shocked when he looked at the article on the paper that he had just approved.

Did this article cause a stir in Wenqu monument? !

Qin Lishi felt a gloom rising in his heart.

Could it be that the Academy of Arts also felt that it was the Northern Expedition? !

Looking at this article again, Qin Lishi had no appreciation at all, only anger and disgust.

But no matter how angry he was, there was nothing he could do. He could only bear the disgust in his heart, change the rating, and give some points. Otherwise, he would not get a single point from the article that could attract literary and musical monuments.

It is bound to arouse the disgust of those old-fashioned scholars who came out of the Academy of Literature.

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The next day, it's dawn.

Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn.

Anle ended the night's meditation as usual, and her body and mind were almost overflowing.

Walking to the courtyard, he started practicing the Five Ancient Demons and Five Animals. He had not practiced the Five Ancient Demons and Five Animals in the Chunwei examination room for three days, and Anle felt uncomfortable all over.

Fight the five ancient demons and animals happily. The demonic energy, blood, and spirit are intertwined. There is a faint shadow of a demonic tiger roaring across the galaxy, and a ferocious beast as strong as a mountain.

As the drill intensified, Anle's control over the ancient demon's vision became more and more profound.

After some practice, Anle changed into white clothes, took the Mochi and Qingshan, packed up his luggage, and left for the Spring Festival again.

Under the clear sky, the peach and apricot blossoms exuded their fragrance, and there were green trees on both sides of the road. The young man walked up the stone steps to the literary courtyard.

There were no disturbances in the remaining two spring sessions. As far as Anle was concerned, the situation did not change much from the first session. On the first day, he did the questions normally, and in the next two days, he practiced cross-legged and visualized the sword waterfall.

I don't know if it's the spring atmosphere or some other reason. Anle was imagining the sword waterfall in the dormitory, and he felt that his mind was so high that he almost felt like he had reached transcendental perfection.

When the spring period was completely over, Anle walked out of the dormitory with Qingshan Mochi on her waist.

The warm sun shone down from the gap between the peach blossoms in full bloom. Anle squinted his eyes and unconsciously felt a bit relieved.

The Spring Festival is too important for everyone in the world. It is the opportunity for a fish to leap over the dragon's gate. Everyone's nerves are tense. Now that it is finally over, there is a sense of relaxation and comfort like a fish jumping into the sea.

In twos and threes, the candidates left the liberal arts college together, got on the carriage, or went back to prepare a banquet to invite friends for a drink, or went to the Zuixiang Pavilion to celebrate, or planned to go to the Linhua Pavilion to savor the bone-crushing tenderness.

However, for many candidates who want to hit the first rank of Jinshi, the Spring Festival is not over yet, and there is still a test of cultivation.

The next day, Anle came with only his sword from Qingshan Mochi. When he entered the liberal arts college again, there was a lot less noise. The figures of the candidates were no longer as graceful as the previous few days.

As far as An Le can see, those who came to take the exam today are all practitioners, and they all have the energy of time rippling in their bodies.

The peace and happiness that had not been collected for many days, without any hesitation, he absorbed it in one wave, and collected twenty strands into his account, and also blessed it in the [Eternal Talent] Taoist Fruit column.

Recently, Anle has collected a few or two years of energy, all of which are added to the talents of the ages to enhance his own talents and potential.

Unknowingly, the age energy blessed by the Tao Fruit of [Eternal Talent] has reached 82 strands, almost reaching 100 strands.

Anle was quite calm about this.

We arrived at a green lawn in the liberal arts college. As the last test of spring, it was specially set up for the assessment of practitioners. Naturally, all the people gathered here were practitioners.

Many practitioners may know each other and gather together to chat happily. These people are wearing Confucian shirts and seem to be very familiar with the Academy.

"They are the geniuses on the literature and music list of the Chinese Academy of Arts, and they are destined to be among the top candidates."

Next to Anle, someone spoke hoarsely. He turned around and saw a young man wearing civilian clothes and carrying a big sword on his back. The man had the iron-blooded smell of a frontier warrior.

"Brother, you should be the famous An family in Lin'an, right?" the young man said, clasping his fists proudly.

Anle smiled and bowed in return: "Chongzhou Anle."

"You can guess the identity of the An family just by looking at the ink sword on your waist. I never thought that the An family would be so young. When I heard about you crushing the Wang Qinhe of the Wang family on the West Lake, my heart was filled with excitement."

The young man grinned, with a bit of fire in his eyes.

"I'm in Cangzhou, Han Shi. Nice to meet you." The young man said, cupping his fists.

Cangzhou...the area where Canglang River is located?

Someone from the military?

As if he had guessed what An Le was thinking, Han Shi said with a smile: "Indeed, I am Chunwei who participated with a quota in the army. I also hold out hope and want to be among the first-class scholars. I will test in front of the hall and prove that I There are also educated people in the army.”

Anle smiled and thought this person was interesting, so he chatted with Han Shi.

"Those Confucian scholars on the Wenqu List of the Academy must have recognized you, but they deliberately ignored you. It is indeed reasonable for scholars to look down on each other since ancient times."

"The Confucian scholars in Wenqubang are very arrogant. I have heard about it in the military."

Han Shi glanced into the distance, the literati and Confucian scholars who gathered together seemed to have isolated Anle and Han Shi.

"The An family is famous in Lin'an. If they can pass this spring and defeat the An family, they will naturally become famous in one battle." Han Shi glanced at An Le, who looked relaxed, and said.

Anle didn't take it seriously: "If I am suppressed, it means that my skills are not as good as others. They are certainly qualified to become famous."

When Han Shi heard this, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Domineering and free-spirited, he is worthy of being an An family member who can beat up Wang Qinhe."

"Everyone should be familiar with the Wenqu List. It is a list compiled internally by the Academy of Arts and Sciences. It means that the people on the list hope to inspire literary spirit on the Wenqu Monument. It is quite impartial."

Hearing this, Anle couldn't help but curiously asked Han Shi about the Wenqu list and Wenqu stele.

Han Shi is also a bold and forthright person who knows everything and talks about everything.

The sun is rising.

"when--"

A crisp sound and the ringing of the bell represent the beginning of the last practice assessment in Chunwei.

On the grassy lawn, someone floated over. In addition to the official from the Ministry of Etiquette who was responsible for recording Chunwei's achievements, there was also an old man.

The old man was wearing a Confucian shirt, with his hands clasped behind his back. His body was full of scholarly aura, and his eyes were deep, as if they contained a sliver of starlight. Just standing there, he seemed to have a university education.

"Second Master."

The talented Confucian scholars on the literature and music list performed student rituals one after another.

Anle and Han Shi, as well as many practitioners from other places who came to take the exam, also bowed their hands.

There are three masters in the Academy of Literature, each of them is a great Confucian with a very high reputation, and they are all extremely powerful beings. They are as respected as the martial chiefs of the martial temple, and they are the pillars.

The second wife Pang Ji's eyes were kind and wise. He glanced around and finally landed on Anle. He was very interested in the young man who shouted the program of "driving out the barbarians and restoring the Middle Earth" in the article.

Looking away, the second master Pang Ji smiled and said: "The three spring written examinations are over, and you only have today's cultivation test before you can take the examination in front of the palace."

"The last post-Spring Cultivation Test was set up by the Martial Temple. This time it is set up by the Academy of Arts. I hope everyone will treat it seriously."

After the Second Master finished speaking, he turned around and asked everyone to follow him.

Everyone followed the Second Master respectfully and silently, walking to the depths of the Academy.

The students on the Wenqu list were all puzzled, because when they discovered this, they were heading in the direction of the Wenqu stele, a sacred relic of the Academy of Arts. Could it be that this cultivation assessment was related to the Wenqu stele?

Sure enough, when I walked through the secluded path, my eyes suddenly opened up. With the peach trees on both sides pouring peach blossom petals, I saw a dense bamboo forest where you could hear the waves of the bamboo sea in the sound of wind. Deep in the bamboo forest, there was a pavilion standing in the pavilion. The wordless stone tablet.

The sun was shining, and the stone monument seemed to reflect the vast starlight like a dark night.

Anle looked at the stone tablet and felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility, as if he felt a surging literary force. The ink pool on his waist trembled slightly, as if he couldn't bear the roar.

"This is the Wenqu Monument... I never expected that I, Han Shi, would be able to see the Wenqu Monument of the Academy of Literature in my lifetime. It is an eye-opener. How many generals want to see the Wenqu Monument will be spit on by the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Arts. The gathered river is blocked outside."

The Han lion next to Anle was amazed and looked at it with shining eyes.

However, after watching it for a while, he lost interest: "It's not as domineering as Wu Kuishi from our Martial Temple."

As soon as he finished speaking, several Confucian scholars on the literature and music list beside him stared at him, as if they were piercing through this disrespectful person with his words.

An Le smiled, but didn't say much. Speaking of domineering, Wu Kuishi was indeed not as domineering as Wu Kuishi. Wu Kuishi was watered by the essence and blood of the previous generations of Wu Kui, which was impressive, but the mystery of this Wenqu tablet was more restrained.

"The Martial Arts Temple has the assessment rules of the Martial Arts Temple, and the Liberal Arts Academy follows those of the Liberal Arts Academy."

"There is a bamboo forest in front of the Wenqu Monument, which is called Wenxin Sea. Crossing the Wenxin Sea and approaching the Wenqu Monument is the cultivation test. The ranking will be calculated based on the distance between you. Of course, whether you can enter the palace will be tested in the end. It must be combined with your literary test scores.”

The second wife, Pang Ji, chuckled.

As soon as he finished speaking, uproar came from the mouths of the Confucian scholars on the list of literary works.

Wen Xin Lin is notoriously difficult to walk in. Once you enter the forest, the shadows of the bamboos are misty, and the test is to refine your mind. If your mind is not strong enough, let alone Lin, you will even get lost in the forest, making it difficult to walk.

But if you can interrogate the forest of the mind, the further you go in the forest of the mind, the more benefits you will get, and it will be of great help to the baptism and clarity of the mind.

The martial arts temple trains the body, and the liberal arts academy trains the gods. There is a clear division of labor.

Wenxinlin is the place where the academy of arts refines its gods.

Therefore, the fact that Wen Xin Lin was used in the assessment this time did arouse the confusion and doubts of many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu List. After all, for them, Walking Wen Xin Lin had a great advantage, and everyone present had a great advantage. Students of Wenqubang have all experienced Xinlin and have detailed insights into the rhythm, route and even some details.

Isn't this the right direction for Master to take?

"This is a decision I made after discussing it with the doctor and the third wife."

"Everyone, if you are ready, you can enter the forest at any time. The final ranking will be calculated based on the distance between where you stop and the Wenqu Monument."

The second master smiled kindly.

"Here."

The students on the literature and music list, as well as the candidates taking the exam from all over the country, all responded with clasped fists and bows.

Then each of them looked at the emerald green bamboo sea. The sun was shining from the blue sky, through the mottled bamboo leaves, and splashing gold on the ground.

All the students in Wenqubang were excited.

If the masters are so obviously biased, then naturally they cannot lose the reputation of the liberal arts academy.

One by one, the Wenqubang students walked towards the bamboo forest with their heads held high and their confidence high. Standing outside the bamboo forest, they began to release their minds and outline the route and plan for their upcoming walk in the forest.

However, they are still planning their route.

An extremely excited sword chant resounded from the side, and the shadow of an ink-colored sword flew out quickly, like an ink line suddenly drawn across a white paper. The sword energy was continuously swaying through the green bamboo branches and falling down. Bamboo leaves spread into the Wenxin Forest.

Anle felt a little helpless and smiled apologetically at Han Shi beside him and the stunned Wenqubang students in the distance.

White clothes are better than snow, and green mountains are worn around the waist.

Step forward and wander into the depths of the bamboo shadows.

This famous An family member from Lin'an actually didn't even do any mental testing or route planning for Wen Xinlin.

The Confucian scholars who pressed the literary and musical charts were the first to enter the forest!