Don't talk about Li Du, don't talk about Liu Bai.
Zhou Dagu still had countless poems to write in his head.
This is the foundation that the world has brought to him.
He looked at the pure white paper. The literati wrote the poem and pondered it over and over again. The county examination prepared a large piece of paper for the literati to ponder.
Although, this behavior is of little use to the students in Caixian County.
For Zhou Dagu, it was even more useless.
As he picked up his pen, countless poems flashed through his mind.
This time I can't hide my secrets, and my poem will definitely become Mingzhou.
He wanted the entire Xiangzhou to know his name so that those bad guys would not dare to attack him again.
Zhou Dagu was stunned for a moment, and a drop of ink fell on the paper.
Today's events come to mind. The clay figurine still has a bad temper. Why do you think I, Zhou Dagu, is easy to control?
Zhou Dagu came to his senses and dropped his pen!
"Look, Qincheng, he has written!" Magistrate Guo shouted loudly in the county office.
Just after knowing that Zhou Dagu was cared about by a saint, his level of concern for Zhou Dagu increased to another level.
Qiao Xiancheng was also a little nervous: "I don't know if this poem can still reach the government?"
"Dafu is great! If this song can still reach Dafu, then Zhou Dafu's name will be determined. His future is simply immeasurable! We also..."
"Shh, sir, don't disturb him!"
"Qincheng, I am using the county seal to read it now!"
"Then don't argue. I saw his mood when writing poetry. Seeing a Dafu poem published with my own eyes is simply the most wonderful thing in the world."
"Otherwise, we go to the county school to watch it. The last draft of "Early Spring" has loosened my bottleneck. Maybe it will give me a stronger feeling this time!"
Qiao Xian Cheng nodded: "Let's go together!"
Kyoto Confucian Temple.
The old half-sage was still staring at Zhou Dagu: "Boy, what other surprises can you give me?"
In the county school cubicle.
Zhou Dagu concentrated his energy and energy, and his energy emerged from his body.
Pen hits paper.
The pen moves between dragon and snake.
Talent emerges from time to time.
There was a lot of noise in the county examination room.
"What...what's going on?"
"Look, this familiar feeling, is there another Dafu poem?"
"Hey, brother next door, why did you say goodbye?"
"You don't know this. A few days ago, I was lucky enough to attend the early spring poetry meeting with my father, and I personally saw Zhou Dafu writing Dafu poetry!"
"Yes! That must be the case. Zhou Dafu is by our side. Could it be that we need Dafu poetry again this time!"
Zhang Xuezheng came to the county school examination room with his brilliant talent: "Don't whisper to each other, or I will judge you for cheating!"
Zhang Xuezheng is full of dissatisfaction. He, Qiao County Cheng, dares to ask the left and right police officers to lock him up quickly, just because of those vulgar warriors?
He is a dignified academic administrator.
The little scholar came out of the cubicle in front of Zhang Xuezheng.
Zhang Xuezheng looked at him nervously: "You...what do you want?"
The little scholar didn't bother to laugh: "Hand in the paper, can't you? Sir!"
"But you clearly haven't finished your answer yet!"
"After I answer the questions, can I take the exam? Master, please take my paper!"
His confidence made Zhang Xuezheng doubt himself.
The little scholar didn't pack anything, and handed the paper to Zhang Xuezheng, who quickly walked out of the cubicle.
"I'm going to see Zhou Dafu write poetry!"
The students in the two cubicles next to them poked their heads out and smiled at each other.
Can it still be like this?
sure!
What about us?
Walk!
Students in Cai County are different from students in other places. Students in other places take the county examination in order to become a scholar.
We students from Cai County are taking the county examination.
Just to make sure that I don’t have any regrets about my time in private school, even though I know I won’t be able to pass the exam, but what if!
Who can be sure.
The marking officer read through the entire Jinxiu article and didn’t want to eat the intestines of the original article!
"Sir, I hand in the paper!"
"I'll hand in my papers too!"
…
Many students, feeling hopeless, left the exam cubicles one after another.
Zhou Dagu stood in the first cubicle at the entrance of the county examination.
They stood just outside the county examination.
Zhang Xuezheng was furious: "Those who hand in the papers, get out of here! Otherwise, I will accuse you of cheating!"
A student who was about 1.9 meters tall and estimated to weigh 200 pounds turned back to glare at Zhang Xuezheng.
Turning around, he knelt down facing the gate of the county school: "Hello, saint!"
The students behind him followed suit and knelt down in front of the saint's rank.
Zhang Xuezheng was furious when he saw this, but he did not dare to stop him.
In Da Sheng, students worship saints, and there is no reason for anyone to stop them.
Many death row inmates request to see their parents before execution. Unless the crime is extremely heinous, they can use filial piety as an excuse to delay the execution for a day.
The students in Cai County did not know that their kneeling in front of the saint's tablet directly ended Zhang Xuezheng's Confucian path.
Of course, at the moment they don't care about bullshit academic politics, they just want to see what poems Zhou Dafu writes.
After all, this vision is really scary!
Zhou Dagu's cubicle was covered with green grass.
The breeze blows and the grass sways, giving people the feeling of being in a deep forest.
"Huh? It's all green grass, shouldn't it feel like I'm in a grassland? Why, I feel like I'm in a deep forest?" Qiao Xiancheng asked doubtfully next to the saint's tablet at the gate of the county school.
Vision and respond with practical actions.
Between the green grass, the partitions on both sides of Zhou Dagu's body collapsed in an instant.
Partitions scattered and grass fell to the ground.
Magistrate Guo looked seriously: "Who built the partition, why can't it withstand the vision!"
"No! It's not that I can't withstand the vision, it's that the pine partition is also part of the vision!" Qiao Xiancheng discovered the blind spot and yelled quickly.
"Look, among the green grass, what is that?" a student shouted.
Qiao Xian Cheng gathered his talents between his eyes and looked at them carefully.
Among the green grass, small pine boards took root in the ground, and the small thorns continued to grow larger.
Some of the small thorns suddenly broke apart as they grew larger.
Trees cannot be moved, so it is not easy to survive.
Countless pine wood thorns fell to the ground, and only a dozen small thorns grew up slowly.
"It's pine trees, pine trees. There are two pine trees in front of my house. I recognize them." A student pointed at the vision and shouted.
More than a dozen small thorns were arranged together, slowly covering the grass.
Not only that, students taking the county examination were attracted by the vision.
Even the half-sage of the Kyoto Confucian Temple was a little shocked when he saw what happened in the Cai County Confucian Temple through the void: "The poem is a vision, and it is a master of government... No, the pine trees on the ground are real, this poem has already Is it a poem about Mingzhou that affects reality?"
He controlled the scene in the void and slowly approached Zhou Dagu's back.
Through Zhou Dagu's face, he saw the poems on the desk.
"Since I was a child, I have been buried in the grass, but now I am gradually aware of the basil."
What a poem! What a poem!
"Although I write about pine trees, I also use pine trees to write about myself!"
"Zhou Dafu? He is really talented in poetry, but he is changing his title today!"
Caixian County School.
Magistrate Guo also noticed something was wrong. He took a step back and said, "Qincheng!"
"grown ups!"
"Hold up the wall!"
"Why?"
"Because, you are about to see that in Cai County under our governance, there is a student who wants to write a Mingzhou poem!"
Qiao Xiancheng swallowed and looked at Zhou Dagu intently.
He put away his pen.
After finishing the last line of the poem, the talent in the county school rose again!
