Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"How about writing a poem? I just thought of one."

Ci Song picked up the pen and took a deep breath. This time he did not use any talent. He was afraid that his body would be hollowed out again and he would faint in the examination room, which would really be a joke.

Immediately after the brush came down, Ci Song wrote a poem that he thought of that fit the image of a poet in his mind.

"In the past, there was a crazy visitor who called me an immortal."

"The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods."

"From then on, the reputation became great and it spread all the time."

"The literary talent is extraordinary and its spread will be unparalleled."

With each line of the poem, Ci Song could feel the change in the surrounding atmosphere. He couldn't help but secretly thought: "This poem is used to describe the poem that Du Fu used to praise the poet Li Bai, but it also fits the image of the poet I yearn for. Using It’s the perfect answer.”

These four sentences are taken from "Twenty Rhymes to Li Twelve and White" written by Du Fu. These four sentences have fully reflected the Song Dynasty's yearning for the poet, as well as the poet's literary talent and spirit.

When Ci Song finished writing the first four sentences of this poem, he took a deep breath and put down the brush in his hand. His talents were unconsciously mobilized.

At the moment when I stopped writing, the sky suddenly became dense with dark clouds, rolling thunder resounded through the sky, and waves of dark wind blew from nowhere.

This sudden change made everyone else present stunned, feeling a little eerie and weird.

Mr. Bai, who was standing at the door, was the first to react. He opened the fan he had been playing with and fanned twice lightly. Just when everyone was confused, a breeze came out from the fan. , blowing away the dark wind.

But he only resisted the dark wind, but there was nothing he could do about the dark clouds in the sky.

The old man in the examination room looked at the dark clouds in the sky and whispered one word, "Scatter."

Boom!

Muffled thunder sounded, and the dark clouds began to disperse. Just a moment later, the sun penetrated through the clouds and fell down.

The dark wind and dark clouds dispersed at the same time. Under the gaze of everyone, the old man slowly withdrew his gaze, and then he was slightly stunned, and he looked at Ci Song.

"Interesting, whose child is this?" The old man said lightly, then withdrew his gaze, walked to other people, and began to check other people's test papers.

The old man just glanced at it a few times and then put the test papers of these people aside. It was obvious that the literary character and the path to take in the future written by these people were all seen by the old man, but most of them were just superficial. One layer does not satisfy him.

"Can these four lines of poetry really trigger visions?"

Ci Song was surprised in his heart, but he had already finished writing his answer, so there was no need to waste time here.

Ci Song stood up, folded the rice paper in his hand, put it on the high platform, and left the examination room under the surprised eyes of all the candidates.

The other students present were stunned. The exam had just started and someone had already handed in the paper? And looking at the way the person left just now, it was obvious that he was confident. He didn't look like the kind of person who was so embarrassed by the question that he collapsed and left. Could it be that that person had bet on the right question?

After Ci Song left, the mentality of the candidates in the examination room gradually changed, because Ci Song left too early, which invisibly put a lot of pressure on all the candidates.

They started to get a little anxious, and some of them were even scratching their heads and didn't know how to write.

When Ci Song left the examination room, Mr. Bai at the door stopped him directly, "Junior, why did you come out so fast? Did you give up?"

"I have finished answering." Ci Song replied.

"Have you finished answering?" Mr. Bai was slightly startled. The speed was too fast. Could it be that the test questions this time were simple?

"Please wait here. When all the candidates have finished answering, I will take you to the public kitchen for dinner." Mr. Bai said to Ci Song.

Hearing this, Ci Song nodded, and then continued to ask: "When will the results of this exam be released?"

"The answer will be known in the afternoon. If I can pass the first round of the answer sheet, I can stay overnight in the academy and wait quietly for the second test tomorrow. If I can pass the second test, then I can become a student of our Yan Sheng Academy. If the scholar can pass the third test, he can officially become a disciple of the academy."

Mr. Bai smiled and explained to Ci Song that he had nothing to do here, so he chose to chat with Ci Song.

"So that's it. Thank you, senior, for informing me. I still don't know your name?"

"Bai Ye." Mr. Bai replied.

"The white lanterns and the moon are off, and the night flowers are half awake. What a good name." Ci Song said with a smile.

After hearing Ci Song's description, Bai Ye was startled for a moment, and then whispered the poem that Ci Song had just written,

"The white lights are gone and the moon is at rest, and the night flowers are half asleep."

He didn't expect Ci Song to write a poem directly after hearing his name. Who is this young man?

"You still don't know your junior's name?" Bai Ye asked. "Ci Song." Ci Song replied.

"Ci Song." Ci Song replied.

After hearing this answer, Bai Ye was stunned. Ci Song, this name is so familiar. It seems that the most famous Daliang dude in Zhongzhou was called this name? Is it the same name?

However, Bai Ye was just stunned for a moment, and then chuckled. There were more people with the same name and the same surname. The land of Daliang was so vast. The surname Ci was another big surname in Daliang, and the addition of Ci Song was no exception.

What's more, the young man in front of him was polite and a genius who could speak poetry. He didn't look like a playboy at all.

"So it's my junior brother Ci Song. If you can really become a member of the academy in the future, you can come to my yard more often." Bai Ye said.

"Thank you, Mr. Bai." Ci Song said with a bow.

Then the two began to chat again, but most of them were about things related to Yansheng Academy. Bai Ye didn't ask Ci Song's family affairs, because in Yansheng Academy, family background doesn't mean anything. Unless you come from a literary family, the academy may take care of you, but at most you can be exempted from the first two levels. To become a book boy or disciple of the academy, you still need to take an assessment.

Soon, the students who took the exam came out of the examination room one after another. Their expressions were different, some were excited, some were frustrated, but most of them were still looking forward to it, because in their opinion, the questions of this assessment were not difficult, and everyone felt that they could pass this preliminary exam.

Fang Zhongyong was the last one to leave the examination room. His face was full of excitement because he had just spent two hours writing a poem. He almost "became a poet" in the examination room. Now, he felt that he was only a thin layer of window paper away from truly entering the realm of enlightenment. With just a slight poke, he could become a real literati.

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