Zhuque Street, finally try the high platform.
Chu Xiu climbed up the steps and climbed to the top of the high platform step by step.
During this process of attracting everyone's attention, he always maintained a warm smile to make himself look more chic.
But I felt a little lost in my heart, and the words from a certain film and television drama in my previous life came to mind:
"I just want to climb to the highest step by step. I want to be Zhao Gao!"
Climbing to the top of the high platform, Chu Xiu turned around gracefully, his long hair and clothes dancing. He looked down at the entire Zhuque Street and sang: "I am not afraid of the floating clouds covering my eyes, just because I am at the top."
Zhu Yourong and the proprietress who had just stepped onto the high platform were both stunned, and then they walked behind Chu Xiu as if there was no one else around.
"This guy is totally different from when he first came to the Chang Lai Inn." The landlady complained secretly. She remembered that Chu Xiu chose to stay at the Chang Lai Inn at that time in order to keep a low profile and wait for the exam day at Suzaku Academy. .
Nowadays, even if you do nothing, you can still attract everyone's attention; but you have gained even more glory and pretended to be crazy.
"It turns out that you don't need rich clothes to attract attention and become the center of attention." Zhu Yourong studied Chu Xiu's outfit carefully. This outfit couldn't be simpler, coupled with Chu Xiu's handsome face, plus what Chu Xiu had done before. Things... are really cool.
"This kid really knows how to stand out." Meng Xiaochuan muttered, feeling envious and jealous, wishing he could take his place.
Most of the people's eyes continued to focus on Chu Xiu. Some people on Zhuque Street even showed fanatical looks... They admired Chu Xiu for daring to directly kill members of the royal family.
The gold and silver platform a hundred feet away.
"To make a fool of oneself by grandstanding." Emperor Qian sneered.
Li Xianyuan nodded and said: "Like a clown."
"Do you really think so?" Emperor Qian glanced sideways at Li Xianyuan.
Li Xianyuan said: "A destined loser, the more glorious he is before the competition, the more embarrassed he will be after the competition."
Qianhuang nodded slowly and said with a smile: "I am watching here, watching how he becomes the laughing stock of the entire Chang'an City."
As soon as he finished speaking, a soothing piano sound suddenly sounded from the distance.
The whole city of Chang'an seemed to be quiet.
A clear flute sound stepped on the rhythm of the piano sound, and it rose up.
The sounds of the piano and the flute intertwined, playing sweet and cheerful music.
Under this background music, Chen Changsheng was like a white cloud, floating towards the final test platform.
He did not ascend the stage from a wooden ladder, but descended from the sky.
Compared to all the living beings in Chang'an City, he may have always been above the white clouds.
Everyone's eyes, including Chu Xiu's, fell behind Chen Changsheng.
Generally speaking, traveling in the air should be extremely fast.
But Chen Changsheng's speed was neither urgent nor slow, and he came in a fluttering way. His figure seemed to be integrated with the music played by the piano and Xiao.
The world is quiet.
Meng Xiaochuan's face didn't look good.
Chu Xiu's face became even more unsightly.
They all thought that Chen Changsheng, who came out of nowhere, was too pretentious!
"Stealing my creativity." Chu Xiu secretly cursed, feeling very unhappy. This guy, Chen Changsheng, just came from the air, but he also used background music.
This made Chu Xiu feel very uncomfortable.
"It's so beautiful, so beautiful." The second gentleman praised it without hesitation.
Chen Changsheng had already landed on the high platform for the final test. Just like Chu Xiu had just done, he turned to face Zhuque Street, looked down at the crowd of people watching on the street, and leisurely chanted: "As the sun rises on the high platform, you can look back a thousand miles away."
Everyone was silent, and many people glanced at Chu Xiu quietly.
It is obvious that Chen Changsheng's poem recitation at this time is quite targeted.
Chu Xiu said quietly: "If you want to see a thousand miles away, you have to go to the next level."
Chen Changsheng smiled and turned around, looking at Chu Xiu, "The highest platform under your feet, reach out to catch the floating clouds."
"Catch one and let me see." Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows.
Chen Changsheng smiled, stretched out his right hand, and a ball of true energy emerged from the palm of his hand. The true energy instantly turned white and fluttered gently, like white clouds in the sky.
Chu Xiu also stretched out his hand, and the true energy also emerged from the palm of his hand. The true energy turned white and gradually turned into white clouds. Moreover, the white cloud in his hand was a bit larger than that in Chen Changsheng's hand.
The fighting spirit burst out between the two of them.
"I can do this too." A talented candidate muttered, and his hands were full of vitality.
"Okay, everyone, please take your seats." Seeing the anger coming out of more people's hands, the second gentleman spoke in time.
"Boy, don't let me down later." Chen Changsheng laughed and walked towards the seat.
"It seems that this time, my biggest opponent is this kid." Chu Xiu whispered, with a bit of fighting spirit rising in his heart.
Of course, that's all.
The martial arts test may really capsize in the gutter. If the literary test fails, the coffin boards of a series of well-known literati from the past, such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Wang Bo, Li Shangyin, Su Dongpo, etc., may not be able to hold them down.
"This time, your opponent is not me, but the entire literary world in the previous life." Chu Xiu came to his seat and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai with a smile on his face.
"The method of the literary test is very simple, just fill up the test paper." Mr. Er took out a stack of test papers from his arms and waved them lightly. The test papers floated accurately to the low-legged table in front of each candidate like falling flowers.
"You are not allowed to spy on others, you are not allowed to whisper to each other, and you are not allowed to communicate with others." The second gentleman said calmly, "If you find out, you will bear the consequences."
All the candidates held their breath and looked at the examination paper.
"One day, on a cold and snowy night, Dean Feng was giving a lecture on the meaning of essays to his disciples..." Meng Xiaochuan looked at the beginning of the test paper and couldn't help scratching his head, and continued reading, "Sometimes it snowed suddenly, and Dean Feng asked: "It's snowing heavily." How is it similar?
Mr. Three said: _______
The second gentleman said: _______
Dean Feng brushed his beard and praised the second gentleman for his talent. "
After reading the first question, Meng Xiaochuan couldn't help but glance at the second gentleman, thinking that this exam paper was probably written by this second gentleman.
"This is to make Mr. Second's words sound better and more literary than Mr. Three's..." Meng Xiaochuan thought seriously. He had no literary talent, but he still had basic ability to examine questions.
After thinking for a while, Meng Xiaochuan dipped his pen in ink...
Mr. 3: God is coughing and spitting a lot of phlegm.
Mr. 2: Pieces of goose feathers are flying into the sky.
After finishing writing, Meng Xiaochuan read it silently, with a smile on his face, and continued to read the second question.
"On the second day, the bright moon was in the sky, and Dean Feng invited all the disciples to admire the moon.
Dean Feng:___________
Mr. 2:___________
Mr. 3:___________
Dean Feng advised Mr. San to study more. "
After reading the second question, Meng Xiaochuan scratched his head and felt a little confused.
Dean Feng must be admiring the moon. Whether Mr. Second and Mr. Three were appreciating the moon or flattering Dean Feng, Meng Xiaochuan couldn't be sure for a while.
After some thought, Meng Xiaochuan felt that flattering was more appropriate to the context at this time. He dipped his brush in ink, pondered for a moment, and wrote:
Dean Feng: The moon is as round as a wine bowl. If you look at it for a few more times, you will fall asleep.
Mr. 2: The moon is indeed like a wine bowl. I only dare to take a look at it.
Mr. Third: I only dare to look at it once, and my eyes will feel sore when I look at it again.
"It's so difficult." Meng Xiaochuan was sweating faintly on his forehead. He glanced at Chu Xiu from the corner of his eye and saw the weird smile on Chu Xiu's face. He couldn't help but snorted to himself, guessing that this kid must be better at writing than him. .
"Continue." Meng Xiaochuan looked at the third question of the test paper again:
"On the third day of the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, Mr. Second was practicing kung fu in the courtyard. Among the plum blossoms, a peach tree began to bloom. Dean Feng and Mr. Three came together, and the three masters and apprentices enjoyed the peach blossoms.
Dean Feng: ____________
Mr. 2: ____________
Mr. 3: ____________
Dean Feng glared at Mr. Three and walked away. "
Meng Xiaochuan scanned the entire test paper and found that there were twelve questions in total. He couldn't help but sigh, dipped his pen in ink, racked his brains, and began to write:
Dean Feng: The peach blossoms are blooming in the courtyard, and I am just lucky.
Mr. 2: The trees wither in the cold winter, but the peach blossoms bloom when Master comes.
Mr. 3: A peach tree has two flowers in bloom. Master and I are here together.
"It doesn't seem to be good." Meng Xiaochuan sighed, feeling very helpless. He had racked his brains to think about it, but it was a pity that he had no literary talent.
Throughout the high platform, Meng Xiaochuan was not the only one who was helpless. Nearly half of the candidates became more and more helpless the more they answered the questions.
In the past two days, after learning that there was a literary test, most of them were flipping through books frantically. However, cramming usually had no effect.
In particular, this test is about literary talent, not recitation and dictation.
"If you want to hand in your paper, just stand up and step aside." At this time, the second gentleman said.
No one handed in the paper.
In matters of literary talent, sometimes inspiration is very important. If you sit for a while, you may be able to think of one or two better poems.
"It's still a bit difficult."
Chu Xiu, who had finished answering the twelve questions, checked the test paper and sighed secretly.
This test paper not only examines literary talent, but also analyzes and writes specifically based on the context and the personalities of Dean Feng, Mr. Second, Mr. Three and others.
In the entire test paper, Dean Feng said that the literary talent must be the best.
The second gentleman is second, and the third gentleman is at the bottom~.
"What's the difference between heavy snowfall and salt in the air? It's not like catkins blowing up due to the wind..." Chu Xiu looked at the first question and smiled. He happened to be taught a similar article in compulsory education in his previous life.
There are twelve questions in the entire test paper, and the first ten questions mainly express literary talent. They are all about objects, such as heavy snow, full moon, peach blossoms, willow trees, cities, fine wine, plus the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter;
Question 11, the theme is loneliness;
The twelfth question is about praising Dean Feng.
These questions were not difficult for Chu Xiu. For almost every question, he could have three or four poems popping up in his mind.
For example, in the twelfth question, when praising Dean Feng's literary talent...Chu Xiu used the phrase "the pen becomes the wind and rain, the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods".
When praising Dean Feng's swordsmanship...the sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword is as cold as nineteen states.
When praising Dean Feng's status... If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect will dare to speak up?
When praising Dean Feng's strength...the sun rises in the east, but I am the only one who is undefeated.
Chu Xiu has finished writing here, and Chen Changsheng has also put down his brush. He first admired his masterpiece, and then glanced in the direction of Chu Xiu. Chu Xiu's answer sheet suddenly came into view.
"The difference in the air can be calculated by spreading salt, not like catkins blowing up due to the wind..." When he first read the first question, Chen Changsheng nodded slightly, thinking that it was in line with the context.
"When I was young, I didn't know the moon. It looked like a white jade plate. I also doubted that the Yao mirror was flying in the blue clouds." When he saw the second question, Chen Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
This poem about chanting the moon is very good.
