I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

There is a huge square in Guoshi Academy.

All candidates are gathered here.

In front of the square, three figures were watching them.

The man in the middle is an old man with white beard and hair, and on both sides are two middle-aged men.

"Mr. Gong, the candidates for this exam are probably all here."

"Are we announcing the start of the exam?"

The man on the left looked at the old man and asked respectfully.

Mr. Gong nodded slightly, and said with a light smile, "Since almost everyone is here, let's start!"

"Writer, it's up to you to announce the rules and procedures of this exam!"

The man on the left nodded slightly and took two steps forward.

Seeing that the man made a move, nearly a thousand examinees present silenced their voices one after another.

"Hello, let me introduce myself."

"I am a teacher of the National Scholars Academy, named Li Wenshu."

"The one next to me is Mr. Gong Qingyun, who is a teacher like me, named Zhao Qingyun!"

Li Wenshu first introduced the identities of the three of them.

Everyone naturally gave the three of them enough face and kept clapping their hands.

Li Wenshu pressed his hands together, and the applause gradually dissipated.

"The three of us are the examiners for this exam."

"Now let me announce the procedure of this exam!"

"Firstly, this exam is divided into three levels. Those who pass the level can enter the next level. If they pass all three levels, they will naturally be able to join our Academy of Scholars!"

Listening to the rules announced by Li Wenshu, the people present were not too surprised.

Although there are some changes in the rules, they are almost the same as in previous years.

"In addition, we have added a new batch of audience seats this year."

"Later, there will be many high-ranking officials or other people who will come to watch your exams!"

"Today, you will either become a joke of Dagan, or you will become famous all over the world from today on!"

Immediately afterwards, Li Wenshu dropped a blockbuster!

In previous years' exams, there were at most some students from the academy watching from the sidelines.

But this time, people from outside the academy came to watch!

And according to Li Wenshu's meaning, the people who came today, from court officials to street vendors and pawns, will appear!

There are so many people present, there are people with real talents and real learning, it is difficult to hide the excitement in their hearts, because today is the time when their fame will shake the world!

And those who want to fish in troubled waters all have bitter faces, because they know that after today, they will become a joke in other mouths!

Not long after Li Wenshu finished speaking, figures poured into the Guoshi Academy.

Among them are many high-ranking officials and dignitaries in beautiful clothes, and naturally there are also street vendors and pawns in coarse clothes.

Chu He scanned the audience, and saw the four members of Lao Wang's family in the crowd.

And Wang Yan's eyes met Chu He's, and Chu He immediately looked away.

Seeing him like this, Wang Yan showed a smile.

"Sister, what are you laughing at?"

"These Confucian exams, what's there to see!"

"You still can't let go of Mr. Bailong, come and see him!"

Wang Fugui looked at the elder sister beside him, frowned and said.

Wang Yan squinted at him, but did not explain.

After all the audience were seated, Li Wenshu continued.

"The first level of this exam, the exam question is to write a poem about the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter!"

"The writing time for each poem should not exceed ten minutes. If you can't write a poem in ten minutes, you will be eliminated!"

"Now, let's get started! Good luck to everyone!" After finishing speaking, Li Wenshu returned to Mr. Gong's side.

Some students from the National Scholars Academy handed paper and pens to each candidate.

Although there are no tables and chairs in front of you, whoever dares to take the exam is not a person who has stepped into Confucianism and Taoism.

Even if it's just a ninth-grade Confucian scholar, he can write in emptiness without a desk or chair!

Chu He didn't think much, picked up the pen and started to write.

"Ode to the Willows"

The jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

In less than a minute, Chu He had already completed the poem about spring.

He silently raised his hand, looking a little abrupt.

Not only the audience looked at him, but even many of the candidates were distracted and looked at Chu He.

"What's the matter with you?"

Li Wenshu looked at Chu He and asked.

Chu He said loudly: "Back to the teacher, I have finished the poems about spring, and I still ask the teacher to judge!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked!

I finished writing a poem in less than a minute from the beginning!

What kind of amazing talent is this?

"This guy writes a poem every minute? Really!"

"If there are no other inside stories, I am afraid that this son will become famous today and become famous all over the world!"

"Be careful with your words, this place is the National Scholars Academy, how can there be those inside stories!"

...

There were bursts of exclamations and discussions among the audience.

Wang Yan's eyes flickered, looking at the high-spirited figure among the candidates, a smile unconsciously rose from the corner of her mouth.

Wang Fugui noticed the change in his elder sister, and sighed silently.

Wang Ping'an and his wife were the same as him, they just sighed in their hearts and didn't say much.

Those examinees also looked at Chu He with hellish eyes, their eyes full of disbelief.

They don't understand why he can be so fast as a candidate! ?

Even Li Wenshan frowned.

But he didn't say much, just made a big move, and the rice paper in Chu He's hand fell into his hands.

"Wing Willow"

"The jasper is as high as a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down."

"I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

Li Wenshan recited the poems on rice paper.

After reading, his hand holding the rice paper actually trembled a little!

"This poem describes the spring scenery, you can start writing about summer!"

Li Wenshan suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to Chu He.

The students of the Guoshi Academy at the side also immediately handed a brand new piece of rice paper to Chu He.

And whispered: "Young master is a great talent!"

"My name is Gong Xiaochen. If the young master enters the academy, I will definitely have a close friendship with the young master!"

Chu He gave him a surprised look.

Gong's surname is not common, maybe this guy named Gong Xiaochen has some relationship with Mr. Gong, the invigilator.

"it is good!"

Chu He nodded and agreed.

There was also a murmur among the audience, all praising Chu He's song "Ode to the Willow".

When Chu He started to write poems about summer, other people had already completed poems about spring.

After Li Wenshan went through them one by one, among the five people who submitted the test paper, only three people passed the test successfully.

As for the other two, they were directly disqualified!

Every step of the entrance examination for the National Scholars Academy is a test!

If you fail a little, you will be disqualified!

The three candidates who lost their qualifications walked to the audience in a daze, and looked helplessly at the many candidates who were still writing.