In the 60th year of Daqian's reign, the ninth day of March in early spring was the day when the imperial examinations began.
When the sun was not yet bright, the city of Yujing was bustling with traffic. There were more than 9,000 people, each accompanied by a dozen family members, that is, nearly 100,000 people.
"Is this the imperial examination? Such a big battle is just like a war between two countries. Even if troops are sent out on the battlefield, the momentum will be similar to this."
On the streets of the capital city, a young boy in green clothes wearing a melon skin hat followed behind Hong Yi.
Hong Yi walked ahead with a fan behind his back and said with a faint smile: "This is indeed the largest imperial examination since the founding of the Daqian Empire and in all dynasties."
"There are so many talents from all over the world gathered together this time, you should have many opponents..."
The person who spoke at this time was a very beautiful woman in pink clothes, following behind Hong Yi with an expressionless face.
Hong Yi lightly shook his fan and looked at the woman in pink:
"Zhao Feirong, even if I took control of the Da Luo sect and made your mother surrender to me, you would still disobey me. But this time you came to the capital as a different person. It is rare to treat me with false words. You are I heard that my father is back. He is still in Daqian and has been granted the title of Grand Master. You want him to make the decision for the Da Luo sect and your mother and daughter, right?"
Zhao Feirong's pretty face changed slightly, and she remained silent without speaking.
However, he had already captured Hong Yi's thoughts very clearly within a few years. He knew that although this man was young, he was profound, extremely intelligent and astute, and could not hide anything from him.
But she didn't want to hide it from Hong Yi.
However, Zhao Feirong heard what Hong Yi said:
"I want to make a bet with you, that is, even if I come to the capital and meet our father, he will not punish me in any way for what I did in the Da Luo sect. Do you believe it or not? ?”
He looked at Zhao Feirong with a half-smile.
Zhao Feirong's face turned pale when she was poked at the central issue: "No, it's impossible..."
Hong Yi said: "There is nothing impossible. He has been back to the Great Thousand World for a year, but he has not come to the Daluo Sect to see me or you. This already shows that he acquiesces to what I do in the Daluo Sect, and in After today, when I win the top prize in liberal arts, he will be even less likely to say anything to me."
When he said this, Hong Yi felt very indifferent, as if he didn't have any deep feelings for Hong Xuanji.
All because, although this father returned to the world, he did not come to see him.
He must know how he spent the ten years in the Da Luo sect, but he still did not come to ask or care. Based on this, Hong Yi would not have too much respect for this nominal father.
Now that he has reached this stage, he has nothing to do with his father. It is all the result of his hard work and accumulation.
"You, you are so confident that you will definitely win the top prize..."
Zhao Feirong's lips were slightly white.
Hong Yi glanced at Zhao Feirong indifferently: "Although you have also read a lot of books in the Da Luo sect, they are all Taoist books. As for the scholar's classics and history, you don't know anything about the principles and ideas. Even if I tell you, you don't understand. Why bother asking..."
Zhao Feirong was so angry that her face turned pale, but she thought of Hong Yi's terrible methods and did not dare to get angry at all.
It's early morning.
After the morning bell rang for the first time, a crowd of scholars from all over the world crowded into Gongyuan Street.
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"Master, we will send it here."
When Zhu Yi heard the voices of the two servants, he smiled gently and said:
"Just wait for me outside."
After entering the Gongyuan, Zhu Yi's eyes glanced at Tianxia Juzi intentionally or unintentionally:
"I wonder who the Yang Shen protagonist named Hong Yi is?"
Although his Taoist practice has reached an extreme level, he has not traveled much in the world. For more than ten years, he has been focusing on "curating the Book of Changes". Although he has also specifically inquired about "Hong Yi", There are really many people with this name in the world. It would be too stupid to find someone with such a name.
"But it shouldn't be difficult to find him today. You will definitely see him."
Zhu Yi was walking on the "Dragon Road" entering Gongyuan, and heard some exchanges of various actions:
"I just met that little prodigy."
"Is it the eight-year-old Fang Yuan?"
"Yeah, I really didn't expect that an eight-year-old child actually used the magical power of 'Wuji Tianyin' just now to stabilize the order on the street. This is a Taoist technique of Shenghuangji. It's incredible. It's really It’s unbelievable that this eight-year-old Fangyuan not only has amazing talent, but also has terrible luck.”
"Hiss, is this a rare test in sixty years? There is still such a person, Holy Emperor Ji. This is another person who has obtained the orthodoxy of the ancient Holy Emperor. It seems that a young champion was conferred by the imperial court some time ago. , he is also a person favored by the luck of the Ancient Holy Emperor. He is surrounded by martial arts saints, immortals, and Taoist masters. Such people are not destined to be simple characters. Could it be said that Fangyuan is also that kind of character."
"But when it comes to the most literary and talented person in today's scientific examination, who can surpass that person?"
Zhu Yi followed everyone's gaze and looked towards the passage where all the people had given way. A thin old man with an old appearance but bright eyes walked out, leaning on a cane. Behind him, a group of students, scholars, and even celebrities and literati from all over the world followed. .
"Grandmaster Xie Wenyuan!"
Zhu Yi looked over and admired in his heart. In the world of Dao and Song Dynasties, this old man's academic qualifications should be considered to be the level of Mr. Ouyang Xiu who has students all over the world.
Unexpectedly, Xie Wenyuan took the initiative to walk towards him at this time, with an old smile and a kind voice filled with vicissitudes of life:
"You must be Zhu Yi."
Xie Wenyuan's greeting immediately attracted the attention of many people in Gongyuan.
"Zhu Yi?"
"Who is that?"
At one place, the boy beside Hong Yi said in surprise:
"Master, the one named Zhu Yi has the same name as you."
Hong Yi looked calm and said: "It is not surprising that there are nine thousand people in the world who have the same name."
Although his face was calm, he was a little surprised in his heart.
This young man named Zhu Yi was able to attract a world master like Xie Wenyuan to take the initiative to go over and say hello, thinking:
"I wonder what articles this Zhu Yi has written? That made even Xie Wenyuan pay attention..."
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In the Dragon Tower Hall.
Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji sat opposite each other and received many messages before the Gongyuan exam started:
"Soon, your son Hong Yi is here. This time, let's see if he can, as Teacher Creation said, shock the disciples and make hundreds of saints sing in unison..."
The son of the era, the hope of this era, Yang Pan's eyes lit up.
Immediately afterwards, they also heard about the conversation between Zhu Yi and Xie Wenyuan, as well as the eight-year-old child Fangyuan.
"Zhu Yi, Yi, this name is actually the same as Hong Yi..."
Yang Pan was slightly surprised, and felt something was wrong for no reason.
Hong Xuanji said calmly: "I heard from Teacher Creation that the leader of Tianwaitian also has the word Yi in his name, which is called Xu Yi. This is a conspiracy by the Central World to replace Yi's Qi Number. However, Teacher Creation still established Hong Yi's Qi Number, which shows that , even if someone else is named Hong Yi, it will have no impact on the confirmed identity of the Son of the Era."
The eunuch beside him said carefully at this time: "I heard that Grandmaster Xie Wenyuan often talked about him with others because he read Zhu Yi's "The Gift of Heaven and Man"."
Yang Pan's thoughts flashed and he said: "Find this poem, I want to have a look."
With his command, the piece of talent that Zhu Yi had written about was quickly found and handed over to him and Hong Xuanji.
After Yang Pan looked at it, he became slightly solemn:
"Xuanji, you are also one of the great scholars. You were once the top student in high school. What do you think of this gift..."
Hong Xuanji held the gift in his hand and nodded lightly: "You are indeed talented, but it's okay to say this verbally, but in practice it is like painting a cake to satisfy your hunger.
After all, all the people are united and the world is unified. This is something that even Panhuang, Yuanhuang, Jihuang and others could not do at the beginning. Scholars can only fantasize on the tip of their pens, which is not beneficial to the country. "
Yang Pan smiled flatly: "Hit the nail on the head."
Hong Xuanji smiled lightly and said nothing.
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It was just when Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan were chatting.
The three bells of the Gongyuan rang, which also signaled that all the students were taken into a small room of their own.
The invigilator's name was Li Shenguang. He stroked his beard and saw that these nine thousand exams had occupied nearly ten thousand houses in the entire Gongyuan. He was extremely emotional and said, "Hand out all the test papers."
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The officials from all sides handed the test papers to each candidate.
The title is: Confucius said.
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"Confucius said, good title. This is the beginning of all the mottoes of all the masters. These two words can be said to be boring, but also have a majestic true meaning. From the big to the small, from the small to the big, Daqian has worked hard on this scientific examination... "
After stroking his beard, Xie Wenyuan slowly dipped in ink, filled the pen, moved the tip of the pen on the paper, and began to solve the problem easily.
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The invigilators in the invigilation room all watched the spirit of the articles coming out of each room by abandoning distracting thoughts:
"Look, in that house, the article is as lively and dignified as the sun, moon and stars hanging on the earth. That must be Grandmaster Wenyuan. Only he could solve the topic so quickly and write about the topic of Confucius. Such a magnificent spirit."
After a while, other writers also began to write, but compared with the spirit of writing that rushed out of Xie Wenyuan's room, they were like the light of fireflies, unable to compete with the sun, moon and stars.
Then, suddenly, an artistic conception like a beautiful river and mountains rushed into a house, like a vast river, forming a picture scroll and spreading out over the entire Gongyuan.
There was a vague attitude of competing with Xie Wenyuan.
"Splendid article! Splendid article!"
"That little prodigy from Fangyuan's house actually wrote such a beautiful article. This must be an article with extremely gorgeous rhetoric!"
"He is indeed a prodigy!"
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Inside Hong Yi's house.
"Confucius said, choose a topic based on what Confucius said, and let people use the two words "Zi He" to solve the topic."
Hong Yi smiled faintly, and an idea burst into his heart, and he immediately waved his pen:
"Every man can be a teacher for hundreds of generations, and one word can teach the world."
"A common man can be said to be a teacher of all generations" is the "zi" in "Zi", "one word can be the law of the world", "Yue" is in "Zi".
This topic is simply magnificent.
In an instant, the words burst out, like light like lightning, gathering a stream of light and rushing straight into the sky from inside the house.
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After Hong Yi put down the pen, Zhu Yi, who could be said to be the person with the highest level of soul in this move, immediately noticed it.
"Huh? The momentum of this article far exceeds that of Grandmaster Xie Wenyuan and that little prodigy Fangyuan. It seems that if I continue to write it, it will resonate with the will of Baisheng."
He raised his head in the room, feeling the momentum coming from Hong Yi's room, and then looked at his solution:
"A teacher worthy of eternity, his words vibrate gold and sound jade."
Shaked his head:
"What a problem. Although I don't know what the problem is, but just by solving a problem, I know that I can't beat him just by solving a problem."
"This momentum must be Hong Yi in this world."
Finally feeling the opponent he came to this world to face among the nine thousand people, Zhu Yi's eyes calmed and he exhaled.
His mood didn't fluctuate much because his problem solving was not bad either.
But if you want to overpower Hong Yi and win the Hundred Saints Qi Ming, you can't just rely on such a confusing beginning.
If so...
So I had to write it like this.
In the case of eight-part essays, it is important to break the topic, but since it is eight-part essay, it has eight consecutive paragraphs.
Although Zhu Yi didn't know Hong Yi's thesis that "one man can do things for a hundred generations, and one word can be the law of the world", he only wrote his own, and began to break the theme with "a teacher worthy of all generations, whose words shake gold and sound like jade". speak.
Put yourself in the position of the saints and try to figure out their thinking.
"Yi, what is Yi? I am Yi, I am Zi, and what I say is what Zi said..."
"The Master said, "The Master is a man of noble moral character, and he is trying to explain things to the world."
"Then what is the point I am trying to make?"
Zhu Yi smiled slightly, picked up the brush, and wrote three words at the beginning of the next line: "Tian Xingjian"
Then he changed his mind and said: "If the sky moves vigorously, a gentleman will strive to constantly strive for self-improvement!"
This writing is Zhu Yi's own compilation and understanding of the "Book of Changes" over the past two generations.
Infinite inspiration symbolizes the infinite principles and evolutionary ideas of the I Ching.
The words are condensed from the tip of the pen in an endless stream.
One word after another, falling on the paper, like stars falling, each word is bright, blooming with huge light.
boom!
Boom! !
In an instant, a light that far exceeded Xie Wenyuan and Fangyuan, and even broke the majestic momentum of Hong Yi's article, flew out of Zhu Yi's house.
Because, at this time, he was no longer writing scientific articles, but...
I am writing the "Book of Changes" that I have compiled into a small piece.
