In the Kingdom of Da Ting, in the 321st year of the Chinese calendar, Xia——
The monarch of the great court - Huai Bo died.
The emperor of the Zhou Dynasty was given the posthumous title of Yang Bo of Dating; his son Su inherited the earldom and was called Su Bo.
Su Bozi Lie succeeded to the throne of Da Ting.
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"Da da da." Outside the palace of classics in the Imperial Capital, an old man wearing a white dress and a crown came in a hurry, stepping lightly on the bluestone floor tiles.
Behind him were several soldiers in red armor robes, not daring to smile.
At this time, the old man stepped forward and the long strip of knee-covering skirt between his skirts swayed and stopped.
"Well, Uncle Zong!" A group of young people gathered around and saluted the old man like disciples.
Zongbo - an official position, also a great official in the country.
Uncle Zong looked at a group of young people wearing curvy robes outside the palace wall, swept his eyes on their clothes, and nodded slightly.
But one of them... was actually wearing a straight skirt.
The straight skirt robe is straight and simple at the bottom, and the trouser legs are easily exposed. Although it is light, it is a bit indecent in a serious place. It is an everyday garment, and today is the day when I come to the palace for assessment and fulfill my duties as a Tibetan historian.
This is disrespectful and disrespectful.
Uncle Zong waved his sleeves slightly.
The soldiers guarding the area immediately stepped forward to expel the person. The young people nearby lowered their heads and secretly laughed at the person for being stupid and dressing casually on such an occasion.
"Uncle Zong forgives me."
The man in the straight-skirted robe turned out to be a young man. He looked a little draggy when wearing this robe, which obviously didn't fit him. If he hadn't been of a decent height, he probably wouldn't have been able to get in.
"The boy is pleading guilty because his family is poor, so he has to do it as a last resort." The young man raised his eyes, his face was nervous, and he couldn't help but look at Uncle Zong.
Uncle Zong frowned slightly, but when he heard the young man's clear voice, like a spring breeze, his expression couldn't help but relax.
When he looked again, he saw that this young man was handsome, with jade-like complexion and calm demeanor. A look of satisfaction flashed in Uncle Zong's eyes.
The rest of the people were filled with hatred when they saw this boy's appearance. Nowadays, the Zhou Dynasty governs the country with etiquette, and the gentleman is supreme. People like Feng Yun, who are as beautiful as jade, look gentle and happy, but there are these crooked melons and cracked jujubes in their appearance. Comparable.
"Doctor Zongbo, this boy is dressed disrespectfully. No matter how handsome he looks, he is afraid of being unworthy on the inside." A man next to him came forward respectfully, bowed his head and shouted.
Uncle Zong frowned again.
Instead of going to see the man, he asked the young man.
"What's the name?"
The young man smiled brightly: "Feng Yun."
"Feng family, Yun...are you a descendant of my maternal family?" The old man's expression became more tolerant.
The rest of the people were stunned and felt bitter in their hearts. Da Tingguo had the surname Feng Zhiguo, and even though it was a branch of Zhiyuan, under this surname, as long as Feng Yun's assessment results were not bad, he could have Feng Yun's position.
"I don't know, I just know it's Feng." Feng Yun answered truthfully.
"Oh..." Uncle Zong looked as usual, but he didn't ask any more questions.
"Come in together..." Uncle Zong turned around, but then said: "Those who just followed the path of a villain and have an unstable mind will be thrown away."
"No!" The soldier next to him grabbed the man and took him outside.
The man wanted to scream, but the soldier covered his mouth.
Shouting in the palace, I don’t want to die!
But Feng Yun followed a group of young people and went to the palace with Uncle Zong.
When we arrived at the place, it was an open-air square, not big, but covered with many bamboo mats. On top of the bamboo mats was a low table with several rolls of bamboo slips on the low table.
Feng Yun and the others found a bamboo mat, knelt down and waited for Uncle Zong.
There is also a low table in front of Uncle Zong, but it looks much more sophisticated.
He picked up a scroll of bamboo slips, spread it out and said, "I will read a word, and you will write a word. Then one by one, I will come forward and ask questions. After answering, I will wait aside. The assessment can be completed today."
"No..." Everyone bowed their heads and promised.
"Listen to the first word - heaven."
Tian, a horizontal line represents the upper part, and the lower part supports a man with a hanging hand, which is the word "天" in seal script.
Feng Yun held the pen knife in his hand, dipped in black ink and began to write on the bamboo slips...
well!
Feng Yun sighed in his heart. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. He was not a major in ancient literature. It was difficult for him to write this seal script, let alone write it.
It was not easy for him to piece together and learn a few seal scripts based on the few bamboo slips he kept at home, but the uncle Zong was writing more and more characters.
I'm afraid his few words may not be enough to pass the test...
"Whether it passes or not depends on the questions and answers that follow."
Feng Yun lowered his head and did not listen to the words read by Uncle Zong. He just wrote down all the seal characters he knew.
Then he stared at the blank space on the bamboo slips.
But it is in sight - the career panel.
Name: Feng Yun
Talent: Taoism-Zhuan Wen Bamboo Piece
Main occupation: common people
Sub-career: None
Career attributes:
Labor: 20
Occupational magic: Seal script (incomplete)
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It was a very simple panel with nothing to add to it, it just showed his current state.
The only difference is the magic...
Strange people and different skills.
This is a fantasy world, where ordinary people will be born with natural talents and become strange people.
Strange arts are spells formed from the strange power comprehended from all things.
Talent may be in literature or martial arts, or in qi refining practice...
The spells are also average, but with the blessing of talent, everyone has their own preference.
As for Feng Yun, his talent appeared when he traveled through time...or broke through the mystery of the womb and awakened the memory of his past life.
Seed Tao - turn Tao into seed and cultivate it with your body.
It is easy to understand that it is bound to something that contains the charm of Taoism. Over time and experience, we continue to gain insights, just like a seed that breaks out of its shell, sprouts, blossoms and bears fruit, directly pointing to the ultimate saint.
Feng Yun's family was suffering from the bitter cold, and the characters on the remaining pieces of bamboo had a Taoist rhyme. He was able to learn these seal characters very quickly because of this technique.
But not enough...
Hiring Shouzang Shi in this Palace of Classics is the only opportunity he can seize now.
If one could enter this palace, not only would one be able to move from a first-class commoner to a noble family, but one would also be able to view the ancient books in the palace, which would be of great benefit to Feng Yun's growth.
This time, it can only be like this.
"Feng Yun...come here, boy." Uncle Zong was already calling from ahead.
Feng Yun's position is neither advanced nor backward, but because of what happened before, he is the one who attracts the most attention at this time.
He anxiously picked up the bamboo slip in front of him and handed it to Uncle Zong.
Uncle Zong had a good impression of him. In this era, any man who is good-looking or outstanding will be appreciated.
But Uncle Zong's face sank slightly after seeing the seal script written by Feng Yun.
Feng Yun's writing was messy, his literacy skills were completely below the standard, and his handwriting was boneless and windless, as if he were a beginner.
With such an assessment attitude, if Feng Yun wasn't really good-looking and had the surname Feng, Uncle Zong would have scolded him angrily.
Thinking that Feng Yun might be here to join in the fun.
He opened his mouth and had no intention of asking questions. He just wanted Feng Yun to leave quickly and not cause any trouble here.
But Feng Yun was the first to say: "There are no books at home, only a few bamboo slips. I really only know these words, but I learn very quickly. I hope Uncle Zong will give me a chance to answer."
Just an answer, not an offer.
Uncle Zong looked at Feng Yun, nodded slightly and said, "That's all, you are here because of fate, so I will give you an answer."
"Tell me, why is Xizhuo now in my court?"
Uncle Zong didn't expect Feng Yun to give an answer. He just wanted to see if Feng Yun paid attention to the affairs of the court, or if he was just a mediocre person who was just getting by.
