The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 508

The five hundred and thirty-ninth chapter: Spring cannibalize the corridor of the sound of leaves!

As soon as the old man finished saying the word ‘Xianpin’, the two teenagers on the side couldn’t help snickering to themselves.

Those who come to the academy to register for the scientific examination should not be older than 30 years old, and naturally they are still a teenager, so how can they be able to write fairy poems?

In fact, even the previous people are quite low-qualified, but as long as they can make a poem, regardless of their rank, they are considered talented people.

After all, this is an on-the-spot performance, even if it is to let those powerful Confucianists come, I am afraid it will take a long time to think about it.

The old man said casually, naturally he didn’t believe that the ordinary person in front of him could make a poem.

In particular, seeing him dressed plainly and without a master’s token around his waist, he guessed that Bu Feihua was just a country boy, without power and power, and Shang Shi must be a rural Rogue Cultivators.

So when he opens his mouth, he is “Xianpin”, in order to make the step in front of him make a fool of himself.

After all, even the old man himself is absolutely impossible to make a fairy poem as he pleases.

“Hmph, this fairy poem, let me see how he made it out!”

“Yeah, this barbarian really has an eye higher than the sky, so he dare to come to the Academy to sign up for the scientific examination without looking at his own strength, or roll back as soon as possible, so as not to be embarrassed.”

The talk of the two people instantly caught the attention of the people around them. Those who have passed the test or failed, all gathered together watching the excitement.

Originally, it was only for students to compose a poem, so naturally it would not attract the attention of others, but Bu Feihua asked to compose a poem of immortality, which was naturally different.

“Xianpin’s Poetry! I think this son must have offended the senior, otherwise how could he make such an unreasonable request?”

“The seniors in the academy are all proud. This happens often, and it’s not uncommon, but this guy is really pitiful. He even got into such a big stumbling block, even if he even entered the door of the academy. Don’t go!”

“Hey, what a pity, what a pity!”

Seeing that more and more people were surrounding him, the old man couldn’t help being irritated, and urged: “If you can’t do it, get out!”

“Have you heard, let you go? Is this scholar like you a barbarian who can come?”

“Restoring the poetry of immortality, if you can think of one sentence, you will be considered strong!”

This is Li Bai, who finally passed the test, hurried to this side. Li Bai was not surprised that he was selected. After all, although his cultural palace was destroyed, his qualifications were still there.

“Huh? Brother Bu?” Li Bai slightly pushed aside the crowd, and looked at Bu Weihua in front of him, closing his eyes slightly, as if he was feeling something.

At this time, Bu Fei slowly opened his eyes in full view, sighed softly, and then took a step.

“What is he doing?”

Bu Fei’s eyes were blurred and his steps were vacant, but he seemed to be fluttering and immortal, and Bu Fei’s robes were swayed by the breeze around him.

Step 2, Step 3, Step 4, Step 5, Step 6.

“Why does he go around in circles?”

“This is the so-called rush to find a direction, right?”

“But looking at his expression, he doesn’t panic at all, as if he is in control. Is there any way he can do it?”

The surrounding students were talking softly, but the old examiner’s expression was condensed, and a strange feeling was especially in his heart.

In the extraordinary mind at this moment, the discussion of people around has been completely eliminated, and only contemplation is left. Numerous poems from previous lives have flooded into my heart, one by one in own mind.

The seventh step, step out!

The paper in front of the examiner suddenly flew up, and the Four Treasures of the Study naturally fluttered in the air!

“The white ramie’s new robe is tender and cool!”

With the sound of Bu Feihua, the paper and pen moved in the air, writing one by one.

In the sky, an illusory vision was suddenly reflected, a young student wearing the new clothes his mother had just knitted, embarked on the road to participate in the imperial examination!

“Spring cannibalize the Yexiang Corridor!”

Countless examinees struggled to write, as if spring silkworms were eating mulberry leaves, and the corridor was full of rustling sounds. Their eyes were only the test papers in front of them, and the expectations of their hard study in their hearts!

“Is this a poem he wrote?”

“Vision in the sky? What kind of rank is this!”

“And these are just the first two sentences! If the entire poem is completed”

The people who were still laughing at the beginning suddenly changed their faces, leaving only the shocking color in their eyes, and when they looked at Bu Feihua, they were already with a trace of fear.

“It seems that such an ordinary person has such talent!”

“Seven steps and seven steps into a poem!”

“I even laughed at him as a barbarian just now. Compared to him, I’m afraid I can’t even count as a single bit!”

The two teenagers who had originally ridiculed Bu Feihua also seemed to realize that something was wrong.

If Bu Extraordinary is nothing more than a person of the Southern Wilderness who has no power and power, it doesn’t matter if they make fun of it like this, but if Bu Extraordinary has such talents, they will definitely not be able to compare in the future.

The old man stood up tremblingly and solemnly looked at the extraordinary steps in front of him. In an instant, his whole body was shocked, and he pushed the surrounding students a few steps away, and said fiercely: “Just give me peace! Don’t! Noisy him to write poetry!”

The change of the old man’s current attitude also made the students around him feel solemn, and they dare not express the atmosphere.

At the same time, within the academy, in another academy.

Lin Zhengkai took the Shen Dan in his hand and slightly knocked on the door of the Dean of the Academy.

The dean of this academy is the first emperor’s respected teacher, even today’s national teachers have to call him senior. Lin Zhengkai knows that his chess skills are no longer possible, so that he can maintain the same position in the academy in the future. , We need to establish a good relationship with the dean.

The god pill in this hand was obtained from Han Xiangzi’s relics, and now it is a bit reluctant to give it to someone.

The door slowly opened, and an old man with white sideburns and white beards stood at the door and said, “Lin fellow daoist, what can you do?”

“Dean, I got a god pill by fluke, but this pill is useless to me, so I want to ask the dean to help me estimate the value, so I can sell it out.”

The dean’s expression remained the same, but there was a bit of contempt in his eyes. How could he not understand the little thoughts of Lin Zhengkai, such an old monster who did not know how many years he had lived?