I don't know if it was a reminder from heaven or the Daxu court was really known for its foresight. The majestic luck of these 30,000 candidates was really difficult to suppress.
Those who promote people, prepare officials, wear official uniforms and have half seals. If placed in a small place, they can directly create a township and clan and become the ancestral spirit.
Among the 30,000 people who came to participate in the Spring Festival, none of them were selected from a million, and none of them were great talents who were praised by the stars and blessed with good luck.
If they want to suppress each other and prevent their destiny from interfering with each other, they will have to endure counterattacks.
In despair, the major examination rooms in Gongyuan were filled with the splendor of luck and splendor of different scenes, a magnificent spectacle.
Some candidates even have too much luck, and their green and yellow energy soars into the sky, making them arrogant.
You don't obey me, I don't obey you. The fortunes and visions compete with each other to suppress each other.
However, when Prince Rui invited the emperor's seal to come out, the Gongyuan, the largest building in the inner city, suddenly fell silent.
The strong sense of oppression caused the fate of the 30,000 candidates to be connected, forming an endless sea of roaring clouds.
Good luck!
Prince Rui seemed to have received full authorization from Emperor Xiangxing. He uttered two words lightly, as if he was holding the Heavenly Constitution in his mouth.
The emperor's letter suddenly appeared on the letter seal, which was hundreds or thousands of times larger.
It looked at everything, and wisps of the emperor's purple energy emerged from the bottom of the seal, pressing hard towards the sea of destiny below.
The fate of thirty thousand people roared unwillingly, setting off a huge wave and washing away the phantom of the letter seal. For a while, it actually seemed to be slightly sluggish.
Naturally, the ever-changing situation in the examination room and the battle for luck could not be concealed from the Taoist official sitting upstairs in Mingyuan.
They had fair hair and rosy faces. They looked at the struggle to test their luck below and shook their heads slightly, as if they already knew the outcome.
"It is indeed a rare spring scene. The exam luck is so strong that it is unruly. I have never seen it in two dynasties."
"There are countless dragons and tigers among these 30,000 people! They are all children of luck in the future world of great struggle, and may lead the victory or defeat of a county or a state."
"However, the Heavenly Court and the Imperial Court had already anticipated this. The Emperor is on his sick bed, and Prince Rui is fully qualified to use the Emperor's Six Seals."
"Even if it is just the Emperor's Seal that has been used the least frequently, after all, it has accumulated 326 years of Emperor's Purple Qi. I can't even wait for Yang Shen to get it back."
In just a few words from a few Yangshen Taoist officials, the battle for luck has already been decided. With thirty thousand candidates unconsciously resisting, the counterattack of Qi Luck Yunchao is really just an egg against a stone.
When the shadow of the true dragon of human nature comes out riding the purple energy, the overall situation will be decided.
In an instant, the turbulent situation turned into calm, and everyone's luck was pushed back into the body. In this exam, there will no longer be any interference with other people's luck.
Zhou Bai was fully aware of what happened just now because he had the Dacheng Qi-Wang Technique, but the others only saw Prince Rui asking for the Emperor's Seal, and then were a little surprised and dumbfounded.
You must know that the emperor's six seals are all sealed with Wudu purple clay, with a green cloth bag and a white lining. They are seamless at both ends and are signed on a ruler and a board.
Today, it is actually wrapped in yellow-patterned dragon cloth as a great seal for luck.
But this not only did not make the candidates angry, but they only felt honored to be participants in this grand event.
Regardless of whether they can be named on the gold list, they have fought hard and have a clear conscience.
According to the examination process, the next step should be to ask the Taoist official to open the magic circle that suppresses the abnormal phenomena of literature and spirit, and then to unseal the test papers and distribute them.
It's just that you can try it, so naturally it won't be that troublesome.
The magic circle has been opened since the examiners entered the Gongyuan in advance. No one is allowed to enter or exit until the exam is over and the dragon gate is opened.
Defense against possible accidents is the main function of the Gongyuan Array, but it is also a side function of the Array that has been set up long ago to cover up abnormalities in Wen Qi and prevent Wen Qi from interfering with the order of the examination room.
After finishing the operation, Prince Rui slowly sat down and then motioned to the bachelors who were bending beside him to get up.
Next, the deputy examiner will take charge, without him having to do it himself.
As the first assistant, Zhang Xu, the great scholar of Zhongji Palace, naturally did his part. He shook his sleeves, stood at the front of the center stage and said loudly: "Everyone, please listen carefully. The first performance is poetry, and the theme is not limited. It takes half a day.”
Zhang Xu's loud voice reached each examination booth through the magic circle, and then giant light curtains appeared between the broad pillars of the central hall, which almost all candidates could see.
And to ensure nothing goes wrong, there is also a slightly smaller mana light curtain in front of the palace where each examination area is located.
Is it showing the title?
Just as Zhou Bai thought, soon, a few lines of words appeared on the mana light screen.
The first scene, poetry.
Topic: No limit.
Candidates are asked to show their level and write the best in their career.
Time limit: No limit.
It is recommended to start the second exam at two o'clock. Please refer to the sundial.
Then the light screen flashed a few more times, and the projection of a sundial appeared on the light screen, with the pointer scale clearly visible.
A sundial is an instrument for observing the sun's shadow to record time. It mainly specifies the hour or number of ticks based on the position of the sun's shadow.
And because the body of the sundial projection is in the palace, it is a magic weapon that directly targets the movement of the sun and will not be affected by the weather.
A few simple lines of text, the meaning is obvious.
There is no limit to the topic, but we hope that candidates can express themselves freely and write poems with a higher literary style as much as possible.
There is no time limit, but two hours are recommended. This is based on the regulations of the examination.
After the three exams are over, the papers will be collected together. Generally, there will be two exams on the first day and the last exam on the second and third days.
Even if it’s the last hour of the last day, you can still improve the content of the poem.
Of course, most people who know the questions in previous exams will not think that they still have the energy to focus on every word until the end.
The last session involves taking tests related to monasticism for two days, which consumes a lot of energy and energy. The official recommendation of two hours certainly makes sense.
Zhou Bai glanced at the current time and saw that it had just passed and there was no time to eat. Two hours was completely enough.
Unlike others, who had to analyze what he was good at and decide on the topic he wanted to write about, he only had to browse through the collection of Blue Star Memory.
While studying ink, many famous poems appeared in Zhou Bai's mind, which have never appeared in this world.
That's right, Zhou Bai wants to copy. Although he is indeed at a very high level now and can pick up gold and red poems at his fingertips, it is completely insufficient for this year's examination.
According to general circumstances, such as the previous several examinations, Chijinzhi's poems have the same hope as Jinshi.
But this year, with 30,000 people competing in the same field, only the Jinqing poems that show their youthful spirit are somewhat interesting and will not fall far behind.
If you want to establish an advantage in the first game, Qingshi is a must.
Excluding the vassal states, there are only two green poems produced in one state on average, and there are 96 poems in the forty-eight states.
Dan Qing's poems can only be ranked in the top 100, and counting the top three places, the first and second places have no hope.
Zhou Bai took a look at his youthful luck and recalled the popular candidates he had been hoping for before. At least ten of them surpassed him.
Even people like Wuzhou Jie Feichen, Yangzhou Wang Guang, Zhongzhou Yu Yuan...these are the ones whose green energy condenses into a canopy, bringing good luck to them.
Although the Ningjiang Dragon Kings had already had high expectations for this spring, they did not expect that a youth team would only be ranked in the middle of the second-tier league.
There will be a palace examination on March 25th, but the palace examination is an additional test in heaven and will not change the ranking too much.
If Zhou Bai can't win the first prize, he must have the top ten in the second prize. According to convention, only the top ten in the second prize will have the Heavenly Dao Foundation Building Pill.
His soul has reached the state of Qingming, but his body does not have a trace of magic power, so it is perfect to use the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Pill.
Thinking of this, the poetry in Zhou Bai's mind shifted from ordinary poets to Li Bai's poetry.
If you want to write, just write the best poem you can. Is it possible that Li Bai, the immortal poet, can’t beat thirty thousand people like you? !
It's a pity that although Zhou Bai also loved reading books and poetry in Blue Star, he didn't have the accumulation of dragon palace paintings in this life.
Without having read all of Li Bai's poems, and having to meet his current conditions, the screening process became much faster.
After several comparisons, Zhou Bai decided that it was the famous Shang Li Yong, and he changed his name to Dapeng.
A quarter of an hour has passed and most people have determined their direction and are making drafts.
The ink ingot turned into thick ink, and Zhou Bai started writing without any delay.
Because he couldn't guarantee how long it would take to write the poem. The more literary the poem, the heavier the writing.
As soon as a stroke is made, the luck from one's body begins to pour into the tip of the pen, and the literary spirit on the rice paper faintly emerges.
It starts with red energy, then gold energy, and red gold.
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles.
After writing the first sentence, the thick ink showed greenness, as if he had just been stained with cyan ink.
However, the ink used in the examination was all Hui ink purchased by the imperial court from Huizhou in the south of the Yangtze River. After repeated inspections, there would be no difference.
The next time he started writing, he couldn't get up any faster. Zhou Bai felt like he was holding a pen like a thousand pounds and sweating like rain.
Fortunately, his youthful luck was not as good as those of the monsters in front of him, but he had plenty of ordinary yellow and red luck. His accumulation of money for so long was not in vain.
If the wind stops and comes down, it can still blow away the water.
When people in the world see my extraordinary temperament, they all sneer when they hear my eloquent words.
After finishing the second and third sentences, the entire rice paper has been dyed azure, which represents the highest quality of green energy, both in luck and literary quality.
"Huh~"
Zhou Bai took a long breath and sighed in his heart: He is indeed a poet.
If it weren't for the fact that the magic circle of Gongyuan was built with the support of heaven, I'm afraid the green energy of this Dapeng poem would really rise into the sky now.
And this Tianqing poem written by Renzi Examination Studio No. 53 was noticed by Mingyuan Tower early on, and the examiners in the Zhongtai Hall were notified.
Strictly supervising Qingshi candidates is an unspoken rule of the imperial examination. It is not to prevent them from cheating, but to protect them.
Green poetry represents the highest realm in poetry. Once written, it will be recorded in the history of humanity, and the original manuscript will be dedicated to heaven.
Because it is difficult to write, many candidates want to try their best in the examination room, often regardless of their own luck and physical limitations. It is common to vomit blood while writing.
What's more, if you force yourself to finish writing green poems, your energy and luck will wither. In the future, it will be difficult to be an ordinary person with a long life, not to mention being an official.
However, those who are able to write green poems are just because they have insufficient savings now, which means that they have a high possibility of writing them completely in the future without harming their health.
Therefore, in order to protect these talents, the examination room will pay close attention to them, and if it fails, they will use protective means to stop them.
At this time, in the main hall of the central stage, all the examiners were staring happily at a light screen on the table, which showed the examination booths with changes in literary styles.
"In one hour, there are actually more than 60 people with signs of Qingshi. Dingzhou Jieyuan Zhou Bai is even more azure. No wonder the emperor asked me to take charge." Prince Rui looked at the light screen on the table with great surprise. Said happily.
"Examiner, Zhou Bai's first sentence shows his youthfulness, and if he doesn't write the last sentence, he will be azure, I'm afraid." Zhang Xu said hesitantly.
Prince Rui was also moved in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "What are you afraid of?"
Another bachelor came forward and explained: "Zhang Shoufu's intention is that this poem will appear purple."
Prince Rui's open hands suddenly clenched, with anticipation and excitement on his face: "Tell Li Zhenjun and the others immediately, please focus on Ren Zi No. 53."
Ziqi poetry is the highest level of poetry quality and is rare in history.
Whatever is written down, even if the next two tests are not taken, can still be registered in the heavenly register.
As for the Qing poem Xian Zi, although it is not as good as the complete Zi Qi poem, it is still extremely precious.
Looking at the long history, it can also be regarded as a very high-level poem. There were only a handful of poems in Daxu's time and there were few records.
Green poems can be known all over the world, but not every green poem can be passed down.
But every Qingzi poem will be recorded in the history books and poetry monuments of Heaven. It will definitely be famous throughout the ages and will not be erased by time.
Even if Zhou Bai writes Qingzi poems, it will add to the national fortune of Daxu. If people mention it in later generations, they will not forget that Daxu was a prosperous literary dynasty.
Zhou Bai didn't know that the elders were very anxious at this time. While hoping that he would write the last sentence, they were worried that they would not be able to support it and would damage their luck and spirit.
In the last sentence, every stroke and every word requires Zhou Bai to do his best.
No, he got stuck on the first stroke because he couldn't write the honorific title of Confucius, Xuanfu.
Only after having to change to a saint was he able to continue.
Time passed bit by bit, and there were already many changes in the various examination rooms outside.
For example, in a poem written by Wuzhou Jie Feichen, even when the magic circle is operating and suppressing, there is still a green air that can penetrate two feet of the rice paper.
Even if it only lasts for three breaths, it is extremely rare. This is a large formation set up by the guidance of heaven.
Zhou Bai wrote this at the last quarter of noon, when the yang energy in the outside world is at its strongest.
He seemed to have taken on the role of the young poet at that time, full of pride, and finally brought Dapeng to an end.
A saint can still be afraid of future generations, but his husband must not be young!
Suddenly, the green energy suppressed in the rice paper inevitably burst out from the words, turning into a soaring roc.
Three feet of green energy transformed into a big roc.
Unfortunately, it had not yet flown out of the examination room, allowing other candidates to see its soaring ambition, and the emotionless formation used its force again to suppress it severely.
However, the inspecting Taoist officials, the sitting gods, and the examiners such as Prince Rui who stared at the light screen could clearly see that several feathers on the Qingpeng's wings were purple.
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The unblemished blue and purple poem!
Zhou Bai endured the pain in his arm, put down the brush, and took a deep breath.
He also saw the purple feathers of Qingpeng just now, only a few of them.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he took a step back and changed two words, but even just a very dull purple energy was enough to make him look down upon these thirty thousand people.
Until the end of noon, when the lunch instructions were illuminated on the light screen, no other blue and purple poems were published.
Wang Qi Dacheng is very sensitive to luck. If there was really purple Qi before, he would definitely be able to detect it.
"This child, if nothing else, must be the choice of heaven and man. Alas, the mortal court cannot suppress him." Upstairs in Mingyuan, Li Zhenjun, who was serving as an enshrinement in the palace, sighed.
Prince Rui looked at the Dapeng poems that were reflected very clearly, and murmured to himself, with a complex look on his face. Apparently he also understood that the goal of such a great talent was definitely not to be a Jinshi.
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!
In the first game this morning, Zhou Bai took advantage of the great roc to achieve a writing pressure of 30,000!
