"Dongque originally refers to the watchtower at the east gate of the imperial city."
"After the Emperor Taizu of the First Dynasty occupied Zhongjing, he razed all the mansions and estates in front of the watchtower, piled earth and stones, and built it into a school ground. Here, you can climb the watchtower to view the military appearance. Therefore, Dongque generally refers to the school ground to the east. .”
"Later, Emperor Lin issued an order to set up a magic circle "upright and bright" in the East Palace Campus, and set up the civil and military forums here."
Wei Yan, who was ordered to pick up Chen Luo, told Chen Luo about the Linhuang League in the carriage.
"The upright and bright array is a Confucian array. Under the light, every detail can be seen. There is absolutely no possibility of cheating. It is usually set up in Gongyuan. This move is also to show the demon clan that our court is magnanimous."
"There are three levels of application on top of the magic circle. In the first level, virtual shadows of the scene will be projected over various academies in Zhongjing for the whole city to watch."
"At the second level, the academic and administrative offices of each state capital will simultaneously show the scene of the civil and military competition."
"At the third level, all government offices in each state will simultaneously show the virtual scene of the civil and military competition, and the whole world will watch together."
Chen Luo was stunned. Isn't this thing a local TV station, such as Star TV and CCTV?
Good guys, the live broadcast is done.
"Then which platform is Linhuang Arena... Bah, which level is it?"
"Back to junior uncle, the competition for quotas should only take place at the first level, covering the whole city." Wei Yan tilted his head outside the car, not looking at Chen Luo, exuding the last trace of resentment against his seniority, "Also, junior uncle You’re not the only one taking part in the literary fight.”
Chen Luo was confused: "Is there anyone else?"
Wei Yan nodded: "Historically, Wen Lei can have up to four people. The other three are all up-and-coming Confucian scholars trained by Wenchang Pavilion."
"The first one is called Wang Bugui. He is a descendant of Wang Shaobo, the seven masters of the previous dynasty. He has been famous for his poetry since he was a child. He is especially good at the poems of his ancestor Wang Shaobo."
"The second one is named Tian Xiangwan. She is a woman who was kidnapped by barbarians when she was young. She was later rescued by Tian Haiyi, a scholar who was driven away. Tian Haiyi accepted her as his granddaughter and was especially good at writing lyrics, but he regarded the poet Li Qinglian He is an idol, a drunkard, and currently serves as a teaching assistant at Zheliu Academy."
"The third person is called Fang Xiujie, and he is a descendant of the Fang family in Mozhou. If we go together in the future, my junior uncle should pay more attention to this person. After all, the Fang family has a grudge against my Zhulin lineage."
Chen Luo asked in confusion: "What hatred?"
When Wei Yan heard this question, there was a hint of pride on his face: "A family can only be called a family if it has a half-saint. A half-sage from the Fang family was killed by the Master Bamboo Saint!"
"Hiss—" Chen Luo took a breath of air.
After traveling here for so long, this is the most explosive news I have heard.
Half Saint, killed?
Wait a minute, let me think about it.
There was a senior brother who "picked up" a box of Man Bone Pills while "walking around" in Manyuan.
There was a second senior sister who even gave in when her name was mentioned.
There was a fourth senior brother who was promoted to the righteous state of mind of a great Confucian, and even his disciples were great Confucians.
Such a person also has a third senior brother, a fifth senior brother, a sixth senior sister, and a seventh senior brother.
In addition, he is ranked in the top five for half-saint ability, and he has killed another half-saint master.
So, how strong is the Bamboo Forest lineage?
…
"Quick, quick, quick, the Linhuang Tournament is about to begin." In the Shengwen Square of Zheliu Academy, countless students ran to the square carrying small benches, "Senior Sister Xiang Wan also participated in the battle today, she can definitely say a word Destroy the demon clan.”
"I definitely don't need to take action against Senior Sister Xiang Wan, Wang Bugui can handle it. I heard that a few days ago he just composed Qijue's "Sighing the Spear", which is almost a war poem handed down from generation to generation!"
"Don't underestimate Fang Xiujie. He is the leader of Confucian scholars in Banyue Academy this time. Although Banyue Academy is not in Zhongjing, it is one of the eight major academies of Daxuan like our Zheliu. His talent cannot be underestimated."
"What a shame, if Senior Yang Houye hadn't been promoted to the Confucian Realm, we, Zheliu Academy, would definitely have two seats among the three people participating in the battle this time."
On the other side, Kong Tianfang was also staring at the sky, waiting for the virtual image of the arena.
"Hai Yi, are Xiang Wan sure?" Kong Tianfang asked.
Tian Haiyi, who was standing next to Kong Tianfang, shook his head slightly: "Xiang Wan's Ci talent is outstanding, but he is still far behind the others in the Ci world. I see the monster clan coming in force, so I must have been prepared. I'm afraid I need someone like Master Yi An. Only talent can ensure victory."
"That boy from the Fang family is said to be one of the reading seeds of Fang's generation. I don't know how valuable he is." Kong Tianfang hesitated for a moment and then said, "What a pity..."
"What's the pity for the head of the hospital?"
"It's a pity that Wan Anbo hasn't awakened the talent of reading through, and can't generate awe-inspiring righteousness. Otherwise, if he goes up to the challenge, the demon clan's tricks will definitely come to nothing."
Tian Haiyi nodded when he heard this: "Yeah, it's a pity... By the way, does the head of the hospital know who the fourth person who participated in the literary fight is?"
Kong Tianfang shook his head: "Wenchang Pavilion keeps this secret very strictly. It is said that the order was given by Prime Minister Wen himself, but I don't know."
"I hope it's a surprise soldier."
…
"Mr. Nan, do you want to review this Linhuang Lei today?"
In the Beifeng Tower, Nan Yuanxi held a small teapot and took a sip from time to time. Although the Beifeng Tower cannot directly accept the virtual image transmitted by the Zhengdaguangguang Array, using the "Shadowing Stone" can still present the virtual image in the Beifeng Tower, but it is not so clear.
"What's so good about Linhuang Lei?" Some other guests said, "While it hasn't started yet, Mr. Nan will tell you two more chapters of "The Swordsman". Let's not waste time..."
"Hey! You bastard, since you don't care about Linhuang Lei, why did you come here to see it?"
"Can't I come and see those girls from the Monster Clan? I heard that the messenger this time is the daughter of our Princess Danluo. She is a human-fox hybrid and is incredibly beautiful. Let me come and see what's going on?"
"Hmph, these foxes are all thinking all over the place, and they don't know what kind of troublesome questions they will come up with this time."
"If you ask me, compared to other poems and songs, it is directly compared to novels. Take "The Swordsman", isn't it better than those poems?"
"It's a pity that Wan Anbo is not a Confucian scholar and does not have awe-inspiring righteousness, otherwise I would be more willing to watch Lin Huang fight."
"Hey, aren't you afraid that Wan Anbo's symptoms of "literary shame" will show up and he will stop writing the poem in the middle?"
"Bah, if he dares to do that, Prime Minister Wen will beat him to death! In addition to harming him..."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience burst into laughter.
Nan Yuanxi smiled lightly as he listened to the commotion in the audience.
Today he is just a spectator, watching the Linhuang Arena.
Wan Anbo won't participate, so what is he criticizing?
…
Linglong Tower.
"Everyone of you, please prick up your ears!" Han Sanniang pointed to the Yingying Yanyan crowd in the building and said, "Linhuanglei has always been the source of good poems and lyrics. All the new poems and lyrics will be published soon. I remember it carefully."
"My Linglong Tower has been standing for hundreds of years. What does it rely on?"
As she spoke, Han Sanniang pointed to the huge jade wall of poems and said, "It depends on the talent and literary spirit on it!"
"In the next period of time, Linhuang Lei's poems must be the focus. You all have to understand them all for me. This way you can have a meaningful conversation when you are serving the guests. Do you hear me clearly?"
The girls nodded one after another, but some of them pouted: "The poems written nowadays are getting more and more rare, as if they are advanced only when people can't understand them. If they were like Wan Anbo's "Lovesickness", I would know it after listening to it once. Memorized."
"It's a pity that Wan Anbo is not a Confucian scholar and cannot enter the literary competition..."
"Hey, I can't enter the literary competition, but I can enter your room. I think if Wan Anbo ordered you to recite "The Swordsman", you would be able to recite it fluently..."
"Damn it, you dare to laugh at me..."
"That's not right. If you ask Bi'er, how can you be willing to let him memorize books all night?"
"No, how could Bi'er obediently endorse what she said? She took the initiative..."
"You...you are so annoying..."
For a while, the Linglong Building was filled with the sounds of orioles and it was very lively.
…
Dongque Campus.
At the viewing table, the five noble titles of duke, marquis, uncle, son and male were seated from bottom to top. Further up, there is the royal family, and Ye Dafu is among them.
Further up the royal seats, the Minister of Literature, the Prime Minister, and the Prime Minister of the Law were seated one by one, with two eminent scholars of their respective factions standing behind them.
Above the three phases, Ye Heng sits on the throne, and on the left hand side, on the slightly shorter throne, sits Prince Ye Qu. Hou An, the eunuch with the first salary, accompanied him around.
To Ye Heng's left hand, the aura of culture and culture soars to the sky. These are the great scholars invited by Zhongjing City to watch the ceremony. On the right hand side, there are famous people. If you look carefully, you can find that there are some Taoists sitting among them.
Opposite the seat of the Daxuan Dynasty is the seat of the Monster Clan’s envoy. According to the division of the demon clan and the saint clan, tigers, wolves, foxes and their affiliated races sit in rows.
And around the four viewing seats, there were countless ordinary people crowded with them. The city patrol department maintained order and waited for the opening of the Linhuang Arena.
Hou An looked at the sky, leaned into Ye Heng's ear, and said, "Your Majesty, the time has come!"
Ye Heng nodded, and Hou An took a step forward, his tongue bursting with spring thunder, and shouted: "The auspicious time has arrived, the upright and bright magic circle is opened, and the scholarly scholar appears..."
In an instant, the central ground surrounded by four viewing seats shook, and a high jade platform slowly rose. At the same time, the surrounding area of the high platform was brightly lit, and then the light turned into a ray of light and shot into the air. In an instant, the light dissipated, and an unknown magnification appeared in the air. How many times the shadow of the high platform has increased.
At this moment, three figures stepped onto the high platform from three directions and landed on the three corners of the high platform. The figures appeared, and they were one woman and two men.
The handsome young master in the western corner closed his folding fan and bowed to Ye Heng: "The Wang family of Mangzhou in the Northern Territory, the twelfth generation grandson of Uncle Wang, the king will not return!"
Then the young master who was sitting in the south corner, as if he hadn't woken up, casually held his hand in his hand: "Mozhou Fang family, Fang Xiujie."
The woman in the northern corner had long hair covering half of her face. She burped and smelled of alcohol: "Zheliu, Tian Xiangwan."
Just when everyone was wondering about the empty fourth corner, a figure came belatedly and landed in the eastern corner.
The man stood firm, with a warm smile on his face, bowed in all directions, and said: "Da Xuan Wan An Bo, Chen Luo!"
In an instant, the whole place was in an uproar——
"He...how did he get up there?"
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