There are no top two on the list!
"How can this be?"
Lu Yong was shocked and lost his voice.
"What's wrong?"
Everyone around him immediately looked at Lu Yong, and some even frowned, showing surprise.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Lu Yong quickly suppressed his surprise and said, "There are no top two on the list."
"What?"
After everyone heard this, their eyes immediately turned back.
Just now they were only paying attention to the names on the list, but they didn't notice the abnormality on the list for a moment.
At this time, Lu Yong reminded me that the top two positions on the list were always empty.
"How is this going?"
"It seems that this kind of situation has never happened in Daxuan's previous examinations..."
Everyone was talking a lot and were surprised.
"Quiet!"
"Everyone, news just came from Gongyuan that there are two candidates with outstanding literary talents and unique articles. The examiners are currently discussing intensely, so there is no need to panic."
Zizhu layman stood on the small building and said what he said. The audience suddenly became quiet, and only his voice echoed in the air.
"Only the top two Gongsheng students are still undecided. Let's start the poetry club first and wait while we play to see who the Huiyuan will be in the end."
As Master Zizhu’s voice falls, the poetry meeting officially begins.
"As you all know, my life is about to end. The more time comes, the more I miss the days when I and my wife were close to each other. The theme of today's poetry meeting is one word - thinking."
"There is no limit to the genre, any poem is acceptable. Everyone, who comes first?"
After Zizhu finished speaking, he looked at the people downstairs. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one had any intention of writing a poem first.
"Reciting poems and writing lyrics must be successful, otherwise it will be meaningless." Seeing that everyone was still a little cautious, Zizhu layman chuckled lightly, then grabbed the void, and a scroll automatically appeared in his hand: "The top candidate can get my handwriting. "
With a slight shake of his hand, the book unfolded automatically, with four flying characters: "Depose the evil and uphold the righteous!"
A strong and awe-inspiring righteousness circulated on the scroll, which was obviously unusual.
The eyes of the Confucian scholars downstairs all lit up. The handwriting of a first-class Confucian cultivator is of extraordinary value. Whether it is placed at home to ward off evil spirits, or placed by a Confucian cultivator by his side to cultivate the righteousness in his chest and protect his life. It is a rare treasure.
If this was placed on the black market, even this scroll might not be able to be purchased for ten thousand taels of gold.
Of course, Zizhu layman's move has a deeper meaning.
His handwriting rarely circulates in the world, and it is usually given to juniors and students. In other words, if you get this handwriting, little brother, you will be mine...my student.
"This junior is willing to compose a poem to inspire others."
Liu Ding, who was wearing a green robe, walked out proudly from the crowd and said to the Zizhu layman on the small building.
He said he was just trying to attract others, but he looked arrogant and domineering.
Next to layman Zizhu, a fifth-grade Confucian monk wearing a blue shirt said softly: "This is the son of Liu Yong, the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, and Liu Ding, the doctor of the Ministry of Punishments. He is not yet married."
Upon hearing his introduction, layman Zizhu showed a smile and nodded slightly.
"good!"
After Liu Ding recited the poem, Zizhu layman smiled and was obviously very satisfied.
But I don’t know whether it was because the other party’s poems were good, or because of a line in Liu Ding’s poem about missing his father’s high position that moved him.
Dai Xueyi, who was standing behind Liu Ding, gave a thumbs up and praised repeatedly: "Brother Liu, what a poem!"
As Liu Ding spoke, the remaining Confucian scholars were not to be outdone, and began to recite their own poems.
But the scene that followed could only be described as horrific.
Although Liu Ding's poems are not particularly excellent, compared with these poems, they are much better.
The rest of the poems can only be said to be unsatisfactory. There are one or two occasionally, but there is nothing that can impress the layman Zizhu.
Zizhu layman frowned slightly. The poetry level of this generation of Confucian students was so poor, which made him a little worried about Daxuan's cultural background.
"Everyone, who else is willing to write poetry?"
Zizhu layman looked down, and there were some Confucian scholars. They might write good articles, but their poetry level was average, so they knew themselves and did not go out to show their shame.
Gu Ao
At this time, Lu Yong, who was worried, had long given up the intention of reciting poems and being in the limelight, and was staring at the bronze mirror picture intently.
For some reason, He Pingan's words gave him infinite confidence, making him vaguely feel that he must have a place among the remaining two tributes.
But at this time, Dai Xueyi, who had just composed a nonsense poem that made everyone present burst into laughter, walked over without dying.
As soon as he spoke, Lu Yong almost went berserk on the spot.
"Lu Yong, don't you pride yourself on being an excellent lyricist?"
"Now that you have met Mr. Liu, are you dumbfounded?"
"Or is it because I didn't pass the exam and have no face to write lyrics?"
Dai Xueyi put all the blame for being ridiculed just on Lu Yong. In his opinion, if it weren't for Lu Yong, he would not be so dizzy.
If he hadn't been knocked dizzy, he wouldn't have written such a low-level poem.
"roll!"
Lu Yong forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest. At this time, he was above the poetry meeting. There was also a first-class Confucian monk, Zizhu Layman, watching upstairs. He could no longer do anything he wanted to do like before.
"What, you still want to hit me?"
Dai Xueyi was confident, knowing that there were many masters here and Liu Ding was backing him, so he put his face to Lu Yong's hand: "Come on, you fight."
"If you have the ability, just beat me again like you did just now."
It made Lu Yong's chest boil with anger, but he couldn't take action.
There is also Master He present, so I can't cause trouble for him.
Lu Yong was still thinking about how to avoid Dai Xueyi...
"Snapped!"
A crisp slap sounded throughout the entire audience.
"ah......."
Then I heard Dai Xueyi scream like a slaughtering pig, and his body was blown away many feet.
He Pingan had better hold back his strength, otherwise Dai Xueyi would turn into ashes with just a thought, let alone a slap.
At this time, Lu Yong saw clearly that He Ping'an had appeared beside him at some point.
Then he heard He Ping'an's clear and clear voice: "This is the first time I've heard of such a base request."
"Then it will definitely come true for you!"
"Master He..."
Lu Yong looked at He Pingan, who was standing in front of him, with a height of seven feet. For some reason, in his eyes, He Pingan's figure was so tall.
"Lu Yong, if you encounter such a request in the future, hit him every time you see him. Don't hesitate!"
He Pingan didn't look back, but the voice came slowly.
"What's the fuss about under the stage?"
Zizhu layman frowned and looked downstairs. Although the scene just now was short-lived, as a first-grade Confucian cultivator, of course he saw it.
"It's just a joke among a few juniors, seniors don't have to worry about it."
At this time, Lu Wei appeared next to He Ping'an and bowed deeply to the Zizhu layman upstairs.
"Oh, it's Xiaoyou Lu. How is Master Mingyu doing these days?"
When Zizhu layman saw Lu Wei, a smile suddenly appeared on his wrinkled face.
Lu Wei's family is also from the Xuanyang family, and he has a close relationship with Master Mingyu. Lu Wei was originally included in this invitation.
"Everything is fine, Zhenren. On behalf of Zhenren, I would like to thank you for your concern."
Lu Wei answered respectfully, and then briefly introduced He Ping'an and Lu Yong beside him.
Zizhu layman nodded slightly and didn't care. Although an ordinary fifth-grade martial artist was a famous alchemist, it didn't mean much to him.
The Confucian students of the ninth grade of Confucianism and Taoism are a bit strange. Although their cultivation is low, they have a deep sense of righteousness in their chests. It seems that they have encountered some hurdles. Once they break through, their future is limitless.
Of course, since they were acquaintances, Zizhu layman didn't care about trivial matters. Moreover, he also saw that it was the defeated Dai Xueyi who provoked him first.
"Householder, this person is committing murder here, how can you let him go so easily?"
At this time, Liu Ding stood up and wanted to fight for Dai Xueyi.
