His talent jumped three feet.
Go out of the county and try to show your talent.
Dafu's poetry is more talented than a foot.
This...three feet of talent...
We are all scholars, so we still have this basic knowledge.
The Daobi official sitting at the exit of the county examination was closest to Zhou Dagu.
He clearly saw the talent on the paper leaping three feet in an instant, as if it hit him in the face.
His eyes were filled with tears: "When did I, Cai County, have Mingzhou poetry?"
"I have witnessed history!"
"I...die will not be a loss for myself!" Daobi Li is the youngest official, but he is also a scholar.
Those three feet were floating on the paper, and Zhou Dagu's body was covered in hot sweat.
He never imagined that writing a Mingzhou poem without the help of a saint would be such a difficult task for him.
If not, at the last moment, an unknown source of talent poured into his body and helped him write.
I am afraid that with the talent in his body, he is simply not enough to write this Mingzhou poem.
He slumped in his chair and sighed.
Who knew that this breath would actually blow up the talent in front of him.
"Hey, hey, hey!" countless people screamed in the county school.
This is their Mingzhou poem from Cai County!
Can't change!
Without talent, the paper instantly becomes worth a thousand pieces of gold.
The desk for the county school examination is not a good thing at all. It cannot withstand the weight of a thousand kilograms.
"Bang, the table shattered!"
The talent that was still floating on the paper was shocked by this and completely left the original poem.
Talent lies among the green grass.
A dozen pine trees that had grown up to a person's waist suddenly received a boost of talent and grew crazily again.
In just a moment, the pine tree was higher than the crowd, higher than the wall of the county government office, higher than the top of the inner hall, blocking the sky.
Magistrate Guo raised his head as the pine trees grew.
"Crack!" He held his neck and sighed softly: "It's so high!"
A pine leaf fell in response, and the fallen leaves were floating.
When it fell into the hands of County Magistrate Guo, he looked carefully at the fallen leaves in his hands.
He suddenly raised his head and aimed at the sunlight in the gaps in the pine forest.
"At that time, people didn't know the Lingyun tree. They waited until Lingyun became a master."
Although his voice was small, it could be blown by the wind in the pine forest and accurately reach everyone's ears.
Qiao Xiancheng sighed with admiration. Previously, he regarded Zhou Dafu as a junior.
But now, he found that he needed to raise his neck slightly to see Zhouda Mansion clearly.
"Zhou Dagu is such a genius! People at that time didn't recognize Lingyun Mu!"
"Who knew Zhou Dagu was so talented before, but now no one praises him!"
The students looked at the pine tree trunks and whispered to each other.
"Yes! There were so many bad people at that time! It was still difficult for Zhou Dafu. If I hadn't worked so hard, I would rather not take the exam to accompany Zhou Dafu. Alas! Now his talent has been overwhelmed by the people at that time!"
"Yes, people are bad at times, and you are not a good person either, brother. It was obviously me who affected everyone at the last resort, so we all left together!"
"Alas! To be fair, we did something wrong in this matter, and the court may still hold us accountable in the end. I am old, so I am responsible for this matter. I am the one who took the lead!"
"Get lost! I called Zhou Dafu first!"
"I'm looking at the luggage for Zhou Dafu!"
"My sister-in-law is the same age as Zhou Dafu!"
"Are you trying to play this with me..."
"Noisy!" Qiao Xian Cheng's face was serious: "I can clearly see the truth of the matter. You have all contributed. I promise that I will not find fault with you again in this matter!"
"However, you must remember that it was me who asked Zhou Dagu to come back, and he came back to take the exam!"
"Alas! I am a kind-hearted person, but I never expected that he could write a Mingzhou poem. What an unexpected surprise! What an unexpected surprise!"
Magistrate Guo was confused: "Qincheng, this is not an order I gave you!"
"Sir, don't talk nonsense!"
"Qiao Qincheng! You want to take away my credit!"
"you……"
One student shouted: "Look, the pine trees are glowing!"
On the pine tree, the vision of heaven and earth has not yet completely ended.
There is a golden light of talent falling from the pine trees! .
In the next cubicle next to Zhou Dagu is his old acquaintance, Mr. Hou.
Mr. Hou still has some talent, although not much, but it cannot be said that he has no talent at all.
He saw the vision of heaven and earth created by Zhou Dagu.
But he was right next to me, so he thought he could see it directly, so he might as well finish writing his poem before talking about it.
But when the vision of heaven and earth took shape, he suddenly felt that his poems were unnecessary.
There is only the last line of the poem.
He looked up at the pine tree and was lost in thought. Unexpectedly, a brilliant golden light fell on the pine tree.
At that moment, a poem suddenly appeared in his mind.
He had never felt so talented.
He dipped the tip of his pen on the inkstone and wanted to write, but found that the inkstone was dry.
Mr. Hou hit his head with the pen: "I...I deserve to die. Why did I just do this little ink! I...I deserve to die!"
The scholar opposite him raised his head, waved his hand and threw a black object: "Mr. Hou, use mine first!"
When the inkstone flies, the ink flies first.
He didn't feel anything about the ink flying on the young master's face. He dipped his pen into the remaining ink on the inkstone and quickly started writing on the paper.
The face of the scholar opposite him suddenly turned black: "It's over. I wanted to please you, but this is a shame for him!"
He still owes Mr. Hou money!
Can’t it be doubled this time?
Mr. Hou finished writing the last stroke. He looked at the poems on the paper and threw away the brush worth a hundred taels in his hand.
On top of poetry, talent grows.
Under Mingzhou Shi, his talent was simply unable to attract anyone's attention.
However, this was enough to make him excited.
"Have I also written a poem about leaving the county?"
If poetry becomes talented, it means leaving the county!
Mr. Hou was lying on the desk, staring at the manuscript of his poems. On top of the manuscript, a layer of hairy talent was swaying in the wind.
Mr. Hou shed tears as a man: "I am really a talent, I am also talented!"
In the fiercely competitive examination room of Cai County, talented poems prove that there is a chance to become a scholar!
He squinted and saw the scholar opposite: "Good brother, you don't have to pay back the money you owe me!"
The scholar opposite looked shocked. Separated by the pine trees, he couldn't see the talent of Mr. Hou's poems.
He only wondered: "Master Hou, do you like this? Do you like being humiliated?"
He shuddered, he couldn't even think about it!
The talent of the pine tree falls away and becomes a real pine tree.
That last bit of talent is flying in the wind.
In a cubicle far away from the gate of the county school, an old scholar wrote the last line of the poem on the paper: "Hahaha!"
"Hahaha! My old Fan is indeed a genius, Shicheng left the county! I think of him as a child prodigy Fan!"
He looked at the splendid articles in the original manuscript of poems and his talent was astonishing.
Fan Zijin looked up to the sky and smiled.
He looked up and wondered: "When were there ten pine trees here?"
"Huh? What is that?"
The talent was floating in the air between his eyes, and he stretched out his hand yet to catch it.
His talent suddenly dropped and fell on his poetry.
Nine inches of talent instantly increases, and talent reaches one foot!
It should be Dafu.
A strange image is generated, and a sea of flowers surrounds Fan Zijin.
He clutched his chest: "Oh!"
He smoked!
Smoked it!
