Xu Que slowly opened his eyes, looking away from Xu Fan's face, and instantly looked at the faces of the cheering students. He raised his eyes in disbelief. What did he see? A cloud of white mist?
At this moment, in Xu Que's eyes, these students all had a cloud of white mist on their heads, and some students even had mist of other colors on their heads...
Xu Que thought for a long time. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, everything returned to normal...
Let me go, what is this Eye of Life and Death for?
At this moment, Xu Que didn't know the function of this magical power, and he didn't see how much the eyesight increased, so he decided to wait and study it slowly later.
Although he didn't understand what benefit the reward of the Immortal Word would bring to him, it was still better than nothing.
At this moment, the students from Dayan surrounding the entrance of the examination hall cheered. Before the brothers Xu Que and Xu Fan could react, they were lifted high by the crowd and thrown into the sky.
Just when Xu Que and Xu Fan were thrown up for the third time, a student in the Beimang team shouted: "It's not over yet, look at the Heavenly Ranking!"
Xu Que and Xu Fan were afraid that the students below would be distracted, so they quickly used their Wen Qi to stop themselves in mid-air, and then slowly fell to the ground.
Xu Que and Xu Fan looked at each other. Fortunately, they were prepared. Otherwise, this fall would definitely be very painful...
"Is this... a sign of the Holy Word?" a student shouted in shock.
His words were like pebbles sinking into the sea, not arousing the attention of many students at all, because they all knew what this thing was!
The holy metaphor appeared, and the holy words sounded again: "In this year's scientific examination, all the outstanding candidates from the township tribute were in the first class, but there were some outstanding ones. Xu Que, the first-class candidate, added a touch of elegance to this scientific examination. His The poetry is even better!"
As the words of the holy words fell, the students around Xu Que immediately turned their eyes to him, and then looked at the Tianbang with envy.
All the scribes from the five countries were stunned because a bad idea came up in their hearts at the same time.
Suddenly, the holy light suddenly appeared, the colorful rays of light appeared along with the green lotuses, and the lines of words appeared on the heavenly list...
Xu Que was speechless. He didn't expect that the temple would be so generous, but then he realized...it seemed a bit high-profile...
"Crossing the Pingding River, author, Xu Que, Fengzhou, South of the Great Yan State: hard things have happened once, and the stars are scattered all around. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs. The rain beats the rafts. The panic on the beach is said to be fearful, and the peace is calm in the river. Life. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history..."
Wow...
One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and all the scribes were shocked by this poem. What a sentence: Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history! This is the finishing touch!
Xu Que, that Xu Que from the Great Yan Kingdom again.
What's going on with this kid? Is this not sparing any effort? Still don’t plan to apply for the Imperial Examination?
At this moment, Xu Que of the Great Yan Kingdom was completely pushed to the forefront, and the emperors of various countries also took note of Xu Que's name. It would be great if he could write well, and if he became an official... they would have to consider whether to attack the Great Yan Kingdom. It’s so annoying, after all, it’s very threatening for such a person to be an official!
The holy light on the sky list was withdrawn, and turned into a green light again and shot towards Xu Que. Another line of golden characters appeared on Xu Que's literary base: "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, and his loyalty is left to illuminate history, so I will give you 'Wen Dao'" The Word cleanses the heart!”
Literary and holy words cleanse the heart?
Xu Que didn't need to look at it this time to know what it was. He didn't expect that even if this immortal poem rewards a pupil of life and death, this immortal poem actually comes with another reward... and it's also a big killer!
You should know that any scribe who has reached the realm of Confucianism can use the "Cleaning of the Mind" to test whether the person's words are true or false, and the lowest level can also use the magical power of "Clearly Observe Everything" to distinguish the true from the false. But he is different. Firstly, he has not reached the realm of Confucian scholars. Secondly, he has not been admitted as a Jinshi, but he can use the 'literary and holy words to cleanse the heart'. This is extraordinary. In other words, Xu Que has already stepped on the heads of those great Confucians at this moment. Jumping...
Xu Que was surprised and happy at the same time. Did he think that as long as he made an immortal work, he would be rewarded by the saints?
Seeing Xu Que being filled with holy light again, these students seemed to be used to it. It would be false to say they were not envious, but they couldn't be envious. This was really a ridiculous thing!
Just when these students from Dayan were still about to throw Xu Que away, Xu Que quickly waved his hand and said: "Everyone, wait... we still have something good to watch!"
As Xu Que looked towards Beimang, everyone remembered the bet between Zhang Shaoqing and Xu Que yesterday.
Zhang Shaoqing, He Jinsheng, and Yang Zheng were stunned. They had already regretted it when they saw Xu Que getting the Huiyuan, but after seeing Qing Ci, they were impressed by Xu Que's literary talent...
The three of them stood up and walked towards Xu Que without any hesitation.
They are Beimang people, so they should be as generous and responsible as Beimang people. They should not stop doing anything and stand up and admit their mistakes.
"Xu Que, we were wrong, we were fools, we are not as good as you!" Yang Zheng took the lead and said.
"Oh, I didn't expect him to admit his mistakes so quickly." Xu Que said with a smile, "What should I do? Do you want to give me money? Or do you want to do something?"
"We have no money, so we choose to do things!" He Jinsheng said with a hand.
Xu Que was very satisfied after hearing this. He really didn't have much interest in the three thousand taels. After all, there was still another two hundred thousand taels waiting for him to collect...
"Okay, then you all take off your clothes first, and after running three laps, come to the club to find me!"
"Xu Que, although you can try high school Huiyuan, don't forget that you will still have Ning Wen Gu later!" Zhang Shaoqing said.
"So what? Does this have anything to do with you? Or, after I finish condensing the bones, you won't have to be punished?" Xu Que asked calmly.
Zhang Shaoqing and the three looked at each other, gritted their teeth, took off their clothes, and started running.
"Beimang students are all fools..."
As the three of them ran and shouted, some students from Dayan instantly broke through their defenses and burst out laughing, while the students from Beimang clenched their fists and glared at Xu Que.
The holy light in the sky shook, and the students at the entrance of the examination hall disappeared one by one in an instant, leaving only the top twenty candidates for the general examination.
Before anyone could react, an old voice sounded in the space: "Condensing the bones of literature, cultivating the spirit of literature!"
Hearing this voice, Xu Fan quickly came to Xu Que: "Little brother, remember what the elder brother said, you must do your best to condense the purple or blue bones!"
The text bones are divided into seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. Purple is the highest grade, followed by blue and red.
There is no hierarchy in literary foundation. After all, as long as you become a scholar, everyone's literary foundation is the same. The only difference is that the poems you write will be imprinted on it. The better the poems, the better the foundation of the imprint. OK
If you want to put it in simple terms, if you write a hundred poems that will last forever, it is not as good as one thousand-year-old masterpiece. If you are like Xu Que, then you can only say that this person is a bastard... The foundation can be called a city wall. , the literary base of one hundred thousand students is not as rich as his...
Of course, it is not an easy task to condense literary bones. Everyone has different literary styles, so what kind of literary bones they can condense depends entirely on their own literary styles.
As the cultural energy spread in the space, nineteen people, except Xu Que, including Xu Fan, immediately sat cross-legged. They were waiting for the literary energy to rush into the body and merge with their own literary energy, and then slowly condense the literary bones.
"Idiot!" Zhao Xiangjiang glanced at Xu Que, then closed his eyes and began to wait.
Xu Que frowned slightly, then a smirk appeared on his lips.
Xu Que walked slowly to Zhao Xiangjiang and whispered, "Brother Zhao, do you want to enjoy it together?"
"Crazy!" Zhao Xiangjiang said without opening his eyes.
Xu Que was not angry. He felt it was time to give this guy some means of revenge.
As the Wen Qi slowly declined, Xu Que released his own Wen Qi, and then slowly led it to the front of the Wen Qi above.
After seeing that his light gray literary aura actually merged with the literary aura above him, Xu Que had a smirk on his lips.
The literary spirit was vast, and as the entire space was filled with literary spirit, the nineteen students also began to absorb these literary qualities.
And just when Zhao Xiangjiang absorbed this literary spirit, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
This style of writing seems to be different from what is described in the book. Why does it feel so mixed?
Zhao Xiangjiang didn't think much and accelerated the condensation of Wen Gu, but when he absorbed the second Wen Qi, his eyes suddenly opened.
Finding that Xu Que was not around, he tried to absorb Wen Qi again...
what happened? Why can't it be absorbed?
Just when he couldn't figure out what was going on, his condensed bones instantly took shape...
"No, I shouldn't be the one with red bones, this isn't..."
