I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

The second piece is titled Xia.

Chu He still didn't think too much.

Pick up the pen and start writing.

"midsummer"

In the middle of summer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river.

Lu oranges hang golden bullets, and bananas spit out white lotus.

Twenty-two characters are eloquently written, so that people can see that midsummer picture scroll in front of them at a glance!

At this time, the ten minutes before the first poem was running out, and more and more people began to raise their hands.

However, after Li Wenshan's review, very few people could pass the test.

At this moment, Chu He raised his hand again.

Everyone's expression froze.

Others are still racking their brains to write the first song, and you are done with the second one?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Wenshu waved his hand and took the rice paper in Chu He's hand.

This time, he did not recite in public, but announced that Chu He had passed the test after scanning it once.

At this point, ten minutes has run out.

Nearly a thousand examinees, only more than 700 passed the test in the end.

You must know that this is only the first small level in the first level, and nearly one-third of the people have already been wiped out!

The difficulty of the National Scholars Academy exam is far beyond everyone's imagination.

If you don't have enough skills, it is nonsense to pass the exam.

When Gong Xiaochen handed the rice paper to Chu He for the third time, the way he looked at Chu He was obviously different from before.

"I don't know the son's name?"

Gong Xiaochen asked excitedly.

Chu He smiled slightly, "Brother Gong, you can call me Mr. Bailong."

"After the exam is over, Brother Gong and I will get drunk!"

Gong Xiaochen's expression was startled, apparently he didn't expect that Chu He was the young master of Bailong who had risen to fame recently!

"Okay!"

"Who is my Daoist brother? I didn't expect it to be Mr. Bailong, who has been famous recently!"

"With Brother Bai's great talent, it is almost a certainty to enter our country's Scholars Academy. I look forward to Brother Bai's next performance!"

Gong Xiaochen was not stingy with his praise.

Chu He nodded, and Gong Xiaochen stepped aside.

Li Wenshan returned to Mr. Gong's side with Zhong Xia written by Chu He.

"How about what this son has done?"

Old Gong asked curiously.

The previous song "Ode to the Willows" was already a masterpiece, and Mr. Gong naturally had his thoughts on Chu He.

"Mr. Gong, let's see for ourselves."

"This son is so talented, I have only seen him in my life!"

Li Wenshan handed the rice paper in his hand to Mr. Gong, feeling emotional.

Old Gong frowned, and became more interested.

He took the rice paper and recited it slowly.

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Gong immediately clapped his legs and applauded!

"Okay, okay! As you said, this son's great talent is really something I have only seen in my life!"

"In less than ten minutes before and after, I was able to write two excellent works in succession!"

"And when this son wrote this Zhongxia, he obviously slowed down on purpose, otherwise he would probably finish it in a minute just like that song "Ode to the Willows!"

Elder Gong gave Chu He a meaningful look, his old face was full of smiles.

Zhao Qingyun on the side also nodded repeatedly, seeming to agree with Mr. Gong's words.

"Hehe, this young man deliberately hides his clumsiness, we'd better expose it."

"Let's see how he plays next."

"If we can successfully pass the exam, our Academy of Scholars may have another great Confucian candidate!"

Mr. Gong caressed his gray beard and said meaningfully.

While many examinees in the audience were still racking their brains for summer, Chu He had already begun to write about autumn.

"Autumn Evening"

Silver candles in the autumn light are coldly drawn on the screen, and a small fan flutters the fireflies lightly.

The sky and night are as cool as water, lying down to watch Altair Vega.

Even though the speed has been slowed down as much as possible, with the cultural heritage of five thousand years in another time and space, Chu He still wrote this Qiuxi in five minutes.

Under everyone's bewildered and shocked gazes, Chu He raised his hand for the third time.

"Good boy!"

Gong Lao shouted regardless of his image.

This time, it was no longer Li Wenshu who did it, but Mr. Gong himself.

There was no movement in Old Gong's hand, and the rice paper in Chu He's hand flew up and landed firmly in Old Gong's hand.

"Old Gong! How about you recite the poems written by this young master, so that we can all open our eyes!"

"Yes, yes! A poem can be made in just a few minutes. I'm afraid I haven't seen anyone with such talent in decades!"

"Also ask Mr. Gong to recite the poems, let me see my vision later!"

...

There was an uproar in the audience.

Many candidates frowned.

After all, being disturbed while composing poems will undoubtedly affect their thoughts.

Mr. Gong nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please be quiet, don't disturb the candidates!"

"Since everyone wants to read the poem written by this candidate, I will read it to everyone!"

After some words, everyone was shocked by Chu He's talent.

Even the candidates present all turned their heads to look at Chu He in disbelief.

It has only been a quarter of an hour since the exam started.

He has written three poems in succession, and they are respectively titled spring, summer and autumn!

Even if everyone didn't know what the poems about Xia were, just spring and autumn was enough to surprise them.

If you compare goods, you have to throw them away, but when you compare people, you are more popular than others!

Quite a number of examinees had difficulty writing, but now they were shocked by Chu He's talent, and they were even more clueless.

Many candidates silently put down the paper and pen in their hands, retreated to the side, and voluntarily gave up the exam.

It is undoubtedly a suffocating thing to be in the same examination room with a talented person like Chu He.

Before the second ten minutes was up, nearly two hundred candidates were wiped out!

At this time, there were only about 500 people standing in the examination room.

"The exam continues, everyone be quiet!"

Old Gong said in a deep voice.

Everyone stopped talking, even though there were thousands of things they wanted to say in their hearts, they didn't dare to offend Mr. Gong.

"Brother Bai, after finishing the last poem, you can follow me over there to have a rest."

"At that time, you and I have to have a good chat!"

Gong Xiaochen handed the rice paper to Chu He for the fourth time and said in a low voice.

Chu He nodded and said with a smile: "Then brother Gong, please wait for me for three to five minutes!"

"it is good!"

Gong Xiaochen stepped aside.

And Chu He picked up his pen and started writing again.

"Jiang Xue"

Thousands of mountains and birds are gone, and thousands of people are gone.

Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow.

Others haven't finished the second poem, but Chu He has raised his hand for the fourth time.

But other people have long been numb to this, and they didn't go to see Chu He any more, but concentrated on writing their own poems.

It was still Mr. Gong himself who took Chu He's rice paper into his hands.

"Good poetry! Good poetry!"

"Examinee, you have passed the first level, go to rest for a while, and prepare to start the second level!"

"I won't read this poem anymore. After the exam is over, it will be hung outside the National Scholars Academy for everyone to appreciate!"

Looking at the poems on the rice paper, Gong Lao nodded repeatedly, not hiding his praise for Chu He at all.