I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

With Chu He's eyesight, it is natural to see that Gong Xiaochen's foundation is not bad.

Coupled with the support of a great Confucian grandfather, his future achievements will definitely not be low!

"Brother Gong is humble, even without Mr. Gong, your achievements will not be low."

Chu He said with a light smile.

Gong Xiaochen no longer shied away, and admitted that Mr. Gong was his grandfather.

He nodded and said, "Hehe, my grandpa tells me eight hundred times a day that I'm brainless."

"Beating is kissing and scolding is love! Isn't this the proof that Mr. Gong looks forward to your grandson Jackie Chan!"

Chu He shook his head and smiled.

The two chatted happily.

Elder Gong, who was sitting together, was chatting with Mr. Longxi in a low voice.

"Vice President, this son will definitely step into the realm of great Confucianism in the future!"

"You already have Qingyun under your sect, can you give me this white dragon?"

"I also need someone to inherit the mantle, don't you think?"

Mr. Gong looked at Mr. Longxi and said in a low voice.

Speaking of this, Mr. Longxi really couldn't bear to lie to him again.

He could only truthfully say: "Let me tell you the truth, this Young Master Bailong's real name is Chu He, but in fact he already has a teacher."

"His teacher's name is Qinglian Sword Immortal, and his talents and learning are far above mine!"

"Let me ask, are you and I qualified to be Chu He's teacher?"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Gong's expression suddenly changed.

He looked at Mr. Longxi suspiciously.

"Mr. Gong doesn't have to look at me like that."

"Although I have never heard of who this Qinglian Sword Immortal is, but he must be a reclusive scholar who can teach a disciple like Chu He."

"It's even very possible to have stepped on top of the Great Confucianism!"

Mr. Longxi's voice became lower and lower, but his tone became more and more dignified.

Mr. Gong was also frightened by his guess.

Above the Great Confucianism, there is a semi-sage!

Among Confucianism and Taoism, the realm closest to a saint!

In the huge Daqian Dynasty, only the dean of the National Scholars Academy stepped into the realm of semi-saints!

"Do you think the dean knows about Qinglian Sword Immortal?"

Old Gong asked.

Mr. Longxi shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "I have already discussed this matter with the dean, and he has never heard of this Qinglian sword fairy."

"But no matter whether there is such a mysterious teacher behind Chu He, it can't change that he will soon be a student of my country's Scholars Academy, can't he?"

Hearing this, Mr. Gong nodded.

If Chu He joins the National Scholars Academy, even if there is such a Qinglian sword fairy behind him, then the other party will also befriend the National Scholars Academy!

"Don't say anything about this. From now on in the academy, I will be Chu He's teacher on the face of it."

"Old Gong, you should understand the seriousness of Qinglian Sword Immortal."

Mr. Longxi said suddenly.

Mr. Gong glanced at him and said angrily, "Of course I know!"

"Don't worry, the old man is not a talkative person, so he will naturally keep this secret."

Candidates quickly regained their status and expressed their views on Confucianism and Taoism.

But including Chu He, there were only fifty people who could finally pass the second level!

From nearly a thousand people at the beginning to fifty people now, only one out of twenty people successfully passed the second level!

This shows how difficult the entrance examination for the National Scholars Academy is.

"Writer, announce the rules for the third level!"

Old Gong said.

Li Wenshu nodded, and said loudly: "Congratulations on successfully entering the third level!"

"As long as you pass the third level, you will be members of our Academy of Scholars!"

There were only fifty candidates left in the field, but they didn't look relaxed at all.

The first two levels are already so difficult, the third level will only be more difficult!

Only Chu He, with a calm expression on his face, could not see any tension at all.

Backed by the five thousand years of cultural heritage in another time and space, he is not afraid of all challenges!

"The third level is a little different from the first two levels."

"You are all young people, so you should know the three books that have been popular throughout the Daqian Dynasty recently, right?"

"Water Margin, Tianlong, Dou Po, each of these books created a wave of enthusiasm in the Daqian Dynasty."

Li Wenshu said to himself.

But others were a little dumbfounded.

What does the examination of the National Scholars Academy have to do with it?

Before they were puzzled for too long, Li Wenshu continued.

"The reason why these three books are involved in the third level is because the teachers of our National Scholars Academy discovered that even if there are more people who read it, there will also be literary spirit!"

"With the current popularity of those three books, everyone should be able to imagine how much literary spirit the author has gained from them, right?"

The words were astonishing, and everyone was frightened.

If those three books can also provide literary spirit, then the literary spirit produced by these three books will reach an appalling level!

Although the release time is not too long, it has already swept the entire Daqian Dynasty.

From the officials in the capital to the villagers in the countryside, anyone who can read will spend money to buy one or two copies.

With so many people reading it, what kind of terrifying literary atmosphere will it produce?

Not to mention the audience present, even Mr. Gong and Mr. Longxi couldn't estimate the hugeness of this style!

"Because of this reason, the rule of the third pass of this exam is to tell stories!"

"Old events, rumors, allusions, etc., can all be counted as stories."

"Candidates, use what you have seen and heard, your ingenuity, and tell a fascinating story!"

Li Wenshu was not at all surprised by the change in everyone's mood, because he was as shocked as they were when he first learned about the third test questions!

Chu He was stunned, the third level turned out to be storytelling.

For him, isn't this just a question for giving points?

While other candidates were still hesitating to think, Chu He had already raised his hand.

Everyone has already seen the strangeness, as if they have already gotten used to him answering questions in seconds.

"Sir, I have a story!"

Seeing Mr. Gong looking at him, Chu He said.

Mr. Gong nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Then tell everyone your story."

Everyone looked at Chu He, and even the other forty-nine candidates also looked at him.

"The story I want to tell is about a prince and his old servant."

Following Chu He's narration, scenes of pictures were presented in everyone's minds like slides.

In order to avoid a paper marriage contract in the imperial city, a handsome young man in brocade clothes and jade robes took his old servant and an old horse by his side to travel six thousand miles into the rivers and lakes!

Six thousand miles of experience, bad horses and yellow wine, the sound of old yellow is still in my ears.

But on the day when the son returned, Lao Huang went to a city alone.

He said he wanted to get back the sword he had left on the city.

But this time, there was only a crooked old servant sitting alone on the city wall looking to the north, leaving a whisper: Come, serve wine to the young master!

Everyone was fascinated when they heard it, as if they had become the cynical princes in the brocade clothes and jade robes.

It also seemed that he was the old Huang who moved the world but kept his name incognito, and was willing to be an old servant and accompany his son to travel six thousand miles in three years.