I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

　　 The next day.

　　 The group of people left the inn, and the scholars left scattered.

　　Some are discouraged and ready to return home, some still want to go to Yandu.

　　 Many of them have officials and children who colluded Ji Xiao with the demon clan, and it is expected that it will spread throughout the capital soon.

　　 The nature of this matter is not serious.

Above the court, most of them were civil officials, and even the scholars who rushed into the examination were killed. It was tantamount to becoming the public enemy of all literati, and Ji Lang himself was the dean of the White Horse Academy. Knowing that he was abolishing martial arts.

　　 From time to time, scholars hand over the room above.

　　 After a while, Li Xuan walked out of the room and glanced at the counter of the inn suspiciously.

　　 strange.

　　 is strange.

　　 It is reasonable to say that the owner of this inn should have heard such a big movement yesterday, but yesterday night, but did not see it at all, but this morning it was business as usual.

　　 But he didn't think much about it, maybe the shopkeeper slept too hard.

　　 Or was it scared by the tiger and hid?

　　 Li Xuan looked back, got into the carriage with Lao Chen, and went on the road with Chang Le and the others.

　　 The carriage grumbled against the official road.

　　 Not long after he went, the little rabbit suddenly jumped on his head, raised his claws and pointed out the window.

　　 Li Xuan raised the curtain in doubt.

　　 The monsters of yesterday were standing on a small hill not far away, and the big tiger was standing in the forefront. The sun was shining on it, and every hair was shining.

　　 The demons watched them leave, with a little gratitude and sadness in their eyes.

　　嫦 Xiaoyu hurriedly waved his claw.

　　 means: "This rabbit will come back to look for you to play in the future!"

　　 Suddenly, the big tiger stepped back in fright, while the wild boar raised his hooves to cover his teeth with a toothache on his face.

　　 They whimpered a few times, as if they were muttering something.

　　 Then he returned to the forest with a group of monsters, and his back gradually disappeared.

　　..........

　　 Three days later.

　　 Yandu Xiangguo Mansion.

　　 Ji Xiao Fengchen came back from outside, looking at the calm mansion, his face was a little uneasy.

　　 Sure enough, someone outside called him before he could take a bath and change clothes.

　　 "Master, the master calls you over."

　　 Ji Xiao's heart chuckles, and follows the old servant through the garden.

Behind the 　　 garden is a lake with a rockery made of bluestone, on which a few old trees with knotted knots grow stubbornly, like cirrus clouds with leaf cover outwards.

　　 The breeze is blowing, but the water in the pool is as smooth as a mirror.

　　Isolated in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, an old man in a red robe was talking with himself, like a hermit, who would not touch the world's fireworks.

　　 His breath seems to blend into this landscape, but it is so vivid, towering like a mountain, and as deep as a lake.

　　Ji Xiao came, and the surface of the lake trembled a few times, causing a few waves.

　　 The old man’s eyelids are slightly drooping and his complexion is ruddy.

　　 That is the endgame that has been circulating for a long time.

　　 Ji Xiao stood there for a long time, and the old man playing chess didn't speak, but was just fascinated by the game.

　　 When he didn't speak, Ji Xiao kept standing.

　　 The patter of chess pieces fell on the board, and the sound was clear.

　　 "Father, do you know everything?"

　　 Finally, Ji Xiao resisted not speaking.

　　 "If I don't know anything, I'm afraid I will beg the bones to sue my hometown tomorrow."

　　 Ji Lang's expression remained unchanged.

　　 Ji Xiao hurriedly said: "Father, I did everything cleanly from the beginning to the end. Later, I will bring the guards from the Fuzhong, and also the inn..."

　　 He was interrupted before he finished saying this.

　　 "If it is those scholars, none of them are dead?"

　　 Ji Lang raised his head indifferently, his eyes flashed with disappointment.

　　While speaking, he knocked down the last chess piece, and the situation in the field suddenly changed. The chess piece that originally guarded the dragon became a heavy constraint for White.

　　 dead.

　　 "A...none of them are dead?"

　　 Ji Xiao's eyes widened.

　　Don't say that the terrifying big monster behind it is the fifth-grade tiger monster, and it is far from being able to resist the scholars present, even if it is not dead, he feels surprised.

　　 All survived, is it hell?

　　 Is there any hermit master among the group of scholars, or there is a secret master guard behind the powerful children?

　　 His mind turned into a pot of porridge, and there was a swish of cold air behind him.

　　 If this matter is revealed...

　　 "It looks like a good situation, but in fact it is like walking on thin ice."

　　 Ji Lang stood up with his hands on his back, and said, "I have called King Ning, and the Hubu Shangshu will come to meet, and the grandson Jijiu from the Imperial College will forget it.

　　 You will resign tomorrow and give up your position. "

"Yes....."

　　 Ji Xiao was sweating coldly, and a deep sense of fortune rose in her heart.

　　 This is far from killing a few scholars. It also involves a great secret of Ji Lang. If it is revealed, the consequences will be disastrous.

　　 "You will be with you during the autumn test. You don't need to go to the Ministry of War."

　　 Ji Lang waved his hand.

　　 "I know my father."

　　 Ji Xiao was relieved at this moment, and then his eyes flashed unwillingly.

　　 Going to school means that he will no longer be able to use his father’s civil and martial arts in the future. In the future, he can only join his own party. Then he has practiced martial arts for so many years. Hasn't he all done useless work?

　　 But this is something that can't be helped.

　　 King Ning, the minister of households, and the wine list of the Imperial Academy are all good to say, but together, the clan and the entire neutral party will be unable to get along with the right.

　　 Besides, Ji Lang is irresponsible and must make corresponding concessions.

　　 For example, retract the hand reaching the Ministry of War a little bit.

　　 is only the literati talking about the name of the literary. It would be okay if the father had covered this matter, otherwise he would have difficulty raising his head to be a man in his life. Even if there was no such incident, he would have to suffer a lot of strange eyes when he changed from Wu to Wen.

　　 "During the autumn test, don't take the formal test."

　　 Ji Lang collected the game record and stood up from the chair tremblingly.

　　 White Horse Academy has two trials.

　　 The normal examination is the path of the normal examination. Participants must be students who have opened a literary palace, and then pass the selection of classics, policy and theory, etc. Most scholars will take this examination, and the final score will be released.

　　 but the partial test is different.

　　 is for students who do not have a cultural palace but want to enter the court as an official. Of course, those who do not have a cultural palace are the majority. Not everyone is eligible to participate. The qualification to participate is to prove their talent.

　　The way can be to write poems, lyrics, compile classics, or other Confucianism and Taoism achievements. There have never been more than ten people admitted in the previous autumn exams.

　　 is a bit similar to the special recruitment of the university.

　　 There are many pretentious scholars who clearly have a literary palace, but they still participate in the partial test. Of course, most of them come back in defeat. On the contrary, they are ghosts who do not have a literary palace. Several consecutive...

　　 There are some teachings in the academy now, which were tried out in the past.

　　 "Father...I..."

　　 Ji Xiao's thin lips tightened.

　　Although he is considered to be full of poems and books, and even though he is practicing martial arts, he still has the literary palace close to him. It works a little bit, and there is no problem with a formal test.

　　 But with Ji Lang's side for so many years, he knows how difficult it is to try, so he doesn't have much confidence.

　　 The old man in the red robe didn't speak, just waved his hand.

　　 Ji Xiao returned to the yard depressed.

　　 He can also understand what his father did.

　　 After a while, the door of the room was knocked.

　　 is still the old servant in grey clothes. He walked in and put down the food box, and said, "Master, the third floor is so delicious, don't let the master's painstaking care of you."

　　 Ji Xiao felt ecstatic in her heart and opened the first two layers of the food box.

　　 The upper layer is a bowl of clear soup and white water sprinkled with a little green onion, and the lower layer is a plate of white jade chicken. The belly has been broken open, and it contains pearl-like rice and a plate of carp.

　　 Ji Xiao instantly understood what his father meant.

　　 Then, with excitement, he ate the food cleanly...

　　 looked at the child hungry.

　　 Then he opened the third layer of the food box, and saw inside it was a scroll of Scripture, a piece of rice paper, and a stone carving.

　　 It is written on the Scripture.

　　 is the first classic of the semi-sage to become famous all over the world. With this, it left the country of Yan and entered the court of Zhou Dynasty as an official. Later generations often edited and commented on this classic.

　　 is probably the flattery of the semi-sage. If you make it up, the semi-sage thinks you are pretty good, so go with me.

　　 Therefore, in principle, the Confucian Classics Exam will be treated equally, but if it is used, there will definitely be a lot of extra points.

　　 This was revised by Ji Lang, so there is no need to say more about its level.

　　 There is a poem written on rice paper.

　　 Exactly.

　　 There is another line below:

　　 "This poem is signed Bairi, but there is no real name. From today you will be named Bairi. The original text of the poem was carved on the ancient sage stone inscriptions in Yanyun. It has now been recovered, and the marks are still new."

　　 Ji Lang picked up the paper and read it again, suddenly so excited that he couldn't help himself.

　　 This poem is an ancient quatrain. The most important thing is that this poem is written from the perspective of Ren Xia, which is completely in line with his status as a martial artist, and can even cause a sensation in the Yan Guo literary world.

　　 "Father meant to make me abandon the halo of Ji's family."

　　 Ji Xiao was impressed by his father's foresight.

　　 That pot of clear soup is a reminder.

　　 He has been under the influence of Ji Lang since he was a child. Of course, he knew that the old man in the red robe would never make things clear, but would give you a hint and guess for himself.

　　 You guessed it right, it means you have a good understanding.

　　 If he guessed correctly but didn’t get a good result, he doesn’t have to take responsibility. In short, everything is not in place if you understand it...

　　 Ji Xiao mobilized the ninth level of Wen Gong, and memorized the poems without forgetting.

　　 It is strange to say that he feels that his literary palace has undergone a little change, as if it has become more shining, is it...

　　 Has he suddenly become smarter?

　　 Ji Xiao's eyes have a strong self-confidence.

　　 This is heaven for him to follow Confucianism and Taoism, and Ji Lang has already prepared everything for him.

　　The stone carvings of ancient saints are the best evidence.

　　 The next thing he has to do is to create an image of a Confucian man with both books and swords, and build momentum for himself before entering school.

　　 burned the rice paper, Ji Xiao stuffed the stone carving into his arms, and said loudly outside:

　　 "Get a car and go to the Hanlin Academy."

　　 The next thing he has to do is to let everyone know that the famous stories on the stele of ancient sages are carved by himself.

　　......

　　 Ji Lang is still sitting there playing chess.

　　 In the beast mouth furnace on both sides, green smoke rises,

　　The old hand who looks like an orange peel is twirling a chess piece, just waiting to fall.

　　 At this time, there was a chuckle from the side: "Master Right, you have played a good game of chess. If the dragon wants to break free from the cage, he must dock his tail to survive. The adults are very decisive and cruel."

　　 Then a figure in a black robe slowly emerged in the pavilion, his figure looked like a flower in the mist, making people unclear.

Behind 　　, the old servant stepped forward abruptly, staring at the man with an unkind expression.

　　 A mysterious lion phantom slowly emerged behind it.

　　 "You haven't gotten into your mind yet, don't show off in front of this one."

　　 The right hand raised his hand to stop the old servant, and then pointed to the opposite seat: "Sit down."

　　 Shi Shiran, a black-robed man, sat down and said, "The right-hand man is planning a terrifying event. He wants to destroy the ancient sages and sages. Why do you still wonder what I am doing?

　　 I'm very curious, what exactly is your semi-sage planning? "

　　 Ji Lang raised his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ glanced at him and said with a smile: "I dare to say, do you dare to listen?"

　　 "You dare not, even less dare I."

　　 The black-robed man shook his head, and said, "As long as there is a leak, the half saint is afraid that he will step through the void and crush the two of us to death."

　　 "You haven't read less in these years, so it's no wonder that the monster race in Yandi has been docile."

　　 Ji Lang looked at him and smiled.

　　 The black robe frowned, then stretched it out again, picked up the teacup and smiled: "It's also due to the **** food delivered by Lord Youxiang. Last time, Chen Zhengyang almost walked along the vines, thanks to the adults for resolving it."

　　 Ji Lang did not rush to spit out a sentence: "Half-holy is no longer half-holy, because not long ago, someone broke the statue of the half-holy, and recently there have been several poems circulating in Liguo, all of which are ancient chapters.

　　 Now, he has come to Yandu. "

　　 He hadn't been sure before, but just now Ji Xiao arrived, and the remaining breath on his body undoubtedly explained the matter.

"what you up to?"

　　 The black-robed man seemed to have noticed something.

　　 Ji Lang expressionlessly: "I want you to kill all the literati in Yandu."

　　 "Crack!"

　　The black-robed man was slightly lost, shaking his hand to break the teacup.

　　 After a long time, he asked: "You want to enter the first grade?"

　　 Ji Lang did not answer this question, and after a while, he said:

　　 "Wen Palace belongs to me, and the blood belongs to you."

　　PS: The readers may not believe me. After gutting yesterday, my conscience hurts, so today I came back full of energy and spicy.

　　 said it was a leave, in fact, in the past two days, I will still fill up the number of words for everyone!