I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Feeling the imminent killing intent, wishing to tear himself into pieces, Chu He was as steady as Mount Tai, with even more sarcasm on his face.

This is the National Scholars Academy's Tianjiao list exam, one of the two most important exams every year.

Not only old Gong, Long Xi and other great Confucian scholars were present, but the dean himself was in charge.

Namu Yingjin is only a famous talent of the fourth rank, so what can he do in public?

Mu Yingjin stared at Chu He fiercely, but after a long time, she realized that it was useless, and turned her head angrily, without looking at him.

Chu He didn't care, just asked.

"Gong Xiaochen, brother Ouyang Hong is the second, right? Why didn't the first come?"

Gong Xiaochen replied: "Oh, to be honest, I don't know who is number one on the Tianjiao list."

"You don't know either? Is it so deep?" Chu He was stunned.

"No, it's mainly because it's number one on the Tianjiao list. The disciples from the outer court have never seen it, and the inner court probably don't know much. The Tianjiao list must know, but no one mentions it."

"In the previous big exams, no matter how good senior brother Ouyang Hong is, he can only rank second. We all doubt whether the first place really exists, or it is just that the disciples have not met the requirements of the teachers and are temporarily left in vain."

"In short, there are different opinions, and none of them can be tested."

Chu He nodded slightly.

After Gong Xiaochen finished speaking, he asked back: "Brother Bailong, I saw something wrong with the eyes between you and Namu Yingjin."

Chu He smiled lightly, waved his hands and said, "It's nothing, it's just that she also came to test me."

Gong Xiaochen nodded with a half understanding: "So that's the case, then you are really uncomfortable. Mu Yingjin is the daughter of the dean. Although she has a beautiful face, she is extremely cold. She is icy to everyone."

"It's clearly a Confucian scholar, but the sword intent under him is sharper than anyone else. She is a sword intent master. I heard that someone has pursued her before, but she scared the shit out of her sharp sword."

"However, although this person is cold, he will not intentionally hurt others. His sword intent can be freely retracted, but it is just scary."

"Such a beautiful person likes to use force, but also has high strength in force. The dean has a headache whether he can marry his daughter."

Gong Xiaochen looked at Mu Yingjin with a look of infatuation on his face.

He does not mean that.

Chu He was taken aback when he heard what Gong Xiaochen said.

This woman really didn't mean to hurt herself? Just to test?

Why didn't she clarify at that time? Why endure verbal insults from yourself?

But thinking about the woman's sharp sword intent, Chu He understood it.

A person who has such a sword intent, even if he is misunderstood, probably won't explain it.

In that case, I need to apologize to Mu Yingjin.

"Brother Bailong, why don't you go up and try, can you conquer her?"

Gong Xiaochen's words interrupted Chu He's thinking.

Chu He smiled angrily and said, "You have an infatuated look on your face, since you like it, go do it yourself."

Gong Xiaochen shrank his neck, "Come on, I have thin arms and legs, I'm really afraid of peeing my pants."

"But you, Mr. Bailong, are different. You have literary talent and strength. However, you seem to be no more than the sixth rank. Alas, what a pity."

Chu He smiled and said nothing.

While the two were chatting, the dean had already read out the rules, and the big exam began.

The first one is the literature test.

The first question of the literary examination is to write a poem based on the subject of the major examination.

Ouyang Hong was the first to take the stage, but in just seven steps, the poems were written.

Although it is not amazing, it can also be called a wonderful sentence. Everyone applauded and applauded.

Ouyang Hong smiled and waved his hands to step down. Second place, Yu Feng.

When this person came to the stage, his eyes were fixed on Ouyang Hong, and he said in a cold voice.

"The sky is high and the clouds are light. Autumn has turned cold. The eyes of the inner and outer courtyards are here, and the list of Tianjiao is in front of you."

"The first one doesn't know where he is, the third one is angry like the wind, but the second one is gentle and doesn't know where to go."

"This is my poem, thank you."

After reading, Yu Feng snorted coldly, before everyone could react, he turned and walked away.

This……

What kind of poem is this?

The outer court disciples looked at each other, at a loss.

Didn't you mean the Tianjiao Ranking Exam?

Although, it is indeed the Tianjiao Ranking Exam.

I can also understand the number one, but what does the number three and number two mean?

Is there any great Confucianism to explain?

Many disciples in the inner courtyard are aware of the conflict between Yu Feng and Ouyang Hong, and when they heard this word, they all wanted to laugh but dared not laugh.

Gong Xiaochen was dumbfounded, looking at Yu Feng who stepped down from the stage, he only felt a whistle stuck in his throat, and he croaked as soon as he made the sound.

Chu He sat aside, looking at Ouyang Hong whose face turned red and white in the distance, dumbfounded.

What do you mean, the No. 1 list is lost, I have never seen where the No. 1 list has been in the previous exams.

On the second day of the list, he was in Wenrou Township every day, and he didn't know where to go. Even when he was on stage to write poems, he was tepid.

This can make Bang San very angry, Bang San can only write poems in anger.

But I have to say that although this word is extremely offensive, it is not unreasonable.

If you are not on the list every year, but you can be at the top of the list every year, what do you mean by the National Scholars Academy?

What does the second list mean, when you become the second list, you can sink into the gentle village and stop writing poems? Is this the style of Confucian scholars? Are you still a Confucian scholar? Do you have this face?

Yufeng's poem was scolded by the top one from the National Scholars Academy and the second one on the bottom list.

It can be said that there are big and small, really amazing.

Many great Confucianists must have heard the meaning, but coughed twice without explaining.

Gong Xiaochen hurriedly asked Chu He for an explanation. After Chu He made it clear, Gong Xiaochen looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Is this Tianjiao? He doesn't swear at anyone?"

Chu He didn't respond, because the third person, Mu Yingjin, who was also fourth on the Tianjiao list, had already taken the stage.

Facing Chu He's gaze, Mu Yingjin gave a provocative look and said coldly.

"How short the day is, how vast is the study."

"Under the lonely stage, the white dragon is proud and proud."

"I wasted my time, but I didn't really want it."

"Always worry-free, making hundreds of thousands of laughs."

After Mu Yingjin finished speaking, she still sneered and said loudly.

"This poem is given to someone in the audience. This person is very high-profile and famous for miscellaneous books, but he doesn't have a single official book. This destroys the righteousness of my academy. Let me ask, if everyone reads miscellaneous books, who can bear the patience to revise the book?"

Mu Yingjin snorted coldly, turned around and stepped down.

hiss……

Everyone gasped.

This time, the Tianjiao ranking exam is not quite right.

If it is said that Yu Feng's words, people can't understand them, they can only guess, then Mu Yingjin's poems are very easy to understand.

People can't wait to throw the target in your face.

The white dragon is arrogant and arrogant, wasting his time, making people laugh a thousand times? Laugh out loud?

What does this mean? Who are you scolding?

Who else can Bailong have? There is only one Bailong in the entire Academy of Scholars, and that is Chu He, who claims to be Young Master Bailong, who has just entered the outer courtyard and has become the first person in the outer courtyard!