This is just a joke, Tang Derun saluted: "His Majesty Qiankun decides everything."
Xu Mochen smiled. He did not change the ranking submitted by the Ministry of Rites. He stamped it with a jade seal and handed it to Tang Derun: "Let them announce it."
As a result, the first imperial examination in Daqian came to an end.
The list was announced the next day, and the first place was the much-anticipated Ouyang Yongren.
Although the immortal cultivators don't really care, they are still somewhat interested in rankings.
The No. 1 pick and the No. 2 overall pick are like stars holding the moon, so they naturally want to have a good time.
Xu Mochen, who was in the imperial study, also received the secret report.
Seeing these famous immortal cultivators gathering at Baixiang Pavilion or drinking at Manchun Tower, he actually felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.
The people of Daqian are open and open, and there are many special industries allowed by the country.
But there are also places on the next level, which are especially suitable for the entertainment of literati.
The national law stipulates that court officials are absolutely not allowed to go, but going to high-end clubs is not a big problem, and Xu Mochen has no reason to accuse him.
He can also understand the vast world of mortals.
Three days passed after the celebration, and finally it was time to go to the Imperial College.
Xu Mochen got up early in the morning, washed up, and when he came out, he met the officials who came to greet him.
Immortal cultivators are still very concerned about various rituals, and they don't mind the emperor being in the limelight in this regard.
After all, the emperor is their spokesperson.
We walked all the way to the Imperial College, and this time the door was already filled with officials of all sizes.
After kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, Xu Mochen led Tang Derun in.
In this situation, no matter how thick-skinned he is, there is no way he would bring his harem group here.
There was only Tang Derun around, then the two princes of the dragon clan and the little princess who was disguised as a woman.
As for Shu Wuyin and others, they were worried that things might change and stayed on the outside to protect the formation.
This was not the first time that Imperial Academy Master Xu Mochen came here. He took a look and recognized Yang Jingchen, whom he had met before, and waved to him.
Yang Jingchen swallowed her saliva and realized belatedly that the person who came earlier was the emperor.
He was miserable. As an official of the Imperial Academy and a literary scholar, he did not like to get involved in the affairs of the emperor and the world in all directions.
But with so many people watching, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and come out.
"It's nothing, I just feel that I have a chance encounter with you," Xu Mochen smiled, "Ai Qing, lead the way and tell me how the Imperial College is arranged."
Yang Jingchen was immediately relieved that it was this errand. He hurriedly saluted and asked Xu Mochen to walk in front, while he followed behind and reported.
This time, it is planned that the number of students selected for the imperial examination to come to the Imperial College will be about 3,000, which is also unprecedented.
Therefore, the Imperial College made sufficient preparations.
Formations were set up in all directions, but this formation was only for general defense.
After all, when we get inside, Wen Dou may be used, which requires the use of magical powers.
"Xiaguan and others want to let the top three come out to show off their skills after worshiping at the Confucian Temple," Yang Jingchen asked with a smile, "It's just for good luck."
There is no benefit in allowing students to visit and the emperor to visit. The officials of the Imperial College only want peace.
"Are you going to the Seven Songs Treasure Land?" Xu Mochen asked.
"Yes," Yang Jingchen nodded, "These were drawn up by the Ministry of Rites and should have been reported to His Majesty long ago."
Xu Mochen just remembered that he didn't pay attention to it, but it can't be said that he didn't even look at it. He nodded pretendingly: "Then let's start as you decided."
Yang Jingchen took the order and took the emperor to the main hall to rest while he returned.
Not long after the hour arrived, the sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums sounded outside, followed by someone shouting "the auspicious time has come", the gate of the Imperial College opened.
The students were waiting outside early in the morning, and they lined up in order of ranking. The one at the front was the No. 2 overall pick chosen by Xu Mochen.
Today, these people were all dressed in elegant Confucian clothes, their robes fluttering in the breeze, and they looked full of elegance.
"Your Majesty..." The people from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward to ask for instructions, "Your Majesty, please go first."
Xu Mochen stood up and followed the official in charge of the agenda. Just like last time, he walked along the road. When he reached the small bridge, the man shouted, "Put away the clouds and see the blue sky!"
The space in front rippled, opening the passage to the Seven Songs Treasure Land.
Among the students, Ouyang Yongren remained expressionless, as if the title of Number One Scholar he had just obtained was simply dispensable to him.
He watched the emperor enter the Imperial Academy and open the passage to the Seven Songs Treasure Land, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
A voice came from my ears: "My lord! It's the last step."
He turned his head slightly and followed the third Tanhua Zhou Sheng behind him, his eyes shining with excitement.
He thought it was a bit funny, but it was just a plan that unfolded smoothly. There was nothing to be excited about.
It’s really something I’ve never seen in the world.
He was not willing to take this step.
He was talented and intelligent since he was a child, and he took the lead in literature. With this, he was even more disadvantaged when he entered the immortal world.
Immortal fate is also good, maybe due to the influence of literature and Taoism, he has never worried about immortal fate.
But... even if he got to that point, he was still just a little short of it.
The city in his heart could not be broken, and he could not go any further.
He will be sanctified in the flesh!
This is a dilemma and a dead end.
If this continues, when the time is up, he will have no choice but to retreat.
It's not that he didn't want to fight for it, but unfortunately, things like literary education are sometimes more troublesome than immortality.
The same article, different times, places and moods will lead to different understandings.
This is how the principle of Wen Wu comes first.
He is unwilling to give in. Once he retreats, it will be very difficult to easily obtain immortality in the future.
Yes, his true identity is the successor of the contemporary saint.
Ouyang Yongren was his real name before he entered the immortal world, but he no longer used it after he entered the immortal world.
Especially after he became a saint, he was only called "saint" by the world in all directions.
So this time he used it generously without arousing any suspicion.
Seeing the Seven Songs Treasure Land open, although he looked indifferent, in fact, his heart was turned upside down.
From the beginning of planning to now, the entire layout has taken almost 800 years.
Today he is bound to win, and anything that stands in his way will be obliterated.
Even the emperor...
Thinking about it, his eyes fell on Xu Mochen, who was climbing up the stairs step by step with steady steps.
The first emperor in ancient times who could cultivate immortality was said to be the tenth reincarnation of Tu Dao Xiaoyao Immortal.
True or false is not important to him. What is important is that even if the emperor wants to stop him, he has a way to deal with it.
The emperor, faced with the pressure of civility, could not do whatever he wanted.
This is another kind of power.
For more than eight hundred years, he has the confidence to influence one or two generations of immortal cultivators.
He stood at the front and could confidently say that the three thousand students behind him were all his disciples.
This is the saint.
(End of chapter)
