"Listen." Fuxue Zheng motioned for the two of them to concentrate.
The county court master and Zhong Zhou immediately imitated the government officials and listened attentively, hearing only the ringing of the bell.
"This is..." The county court master opened his eyes wide, "The bell of the government is ringing. Is there a student who has made a poem about Dafu?"
Dafu's work is so talented that it spans hundreds of miles and rings the literary bell of Dayufu Academy of Literature.
The bell buzzed, and the sound waves spread out layer by layer, instantly resounding throughout Dayu Mansion.
The guard guarding the gate in front of the Wen Yuan heard it, and the girl shopping for food on the street also stopped.
The old farmer in the field straightened up and looked at the children playing on the field ridge, his face full of joy and joy: "Dayu Mansion, there are poems from Dafu again."
The parents waiting for the candidates in front of the liberal arts college were even more commotion: "The human race is prosperous, the human race is very lucky!"
Fu Xuezheng nodded heavily: "It's Dafu's poem."
The County Court Master looked at the lantern in his hand again, and whispered in a low voice: "So it's not that someone knocked out my lantern, it was, it was..."
"Shengqian Tongsheng!" Zhong Zhou took over the county court master's unbelievable words that he couldn't continue.
The three of them looked at each other, each seeing the unconcealable excitement in each other's eyes.
After taking the scientific examination, students can go to the holy temple to receive talent empowerment and become a child.
If one receives talent empowerment before worshiping in a holy temple, he or she is a so-called virgin born before a holy person.
Not to mention the Zhou Dynasty, or the entire continent, there had been no Shengqian Tongsheng for three years.
The three people's eyes all fell on the lantern in the hands of the county court master.
I saw that the style of the lantern that had been passed down for several generations was somewhat outdated, and the flame in the center was like a bean, while the dusty lamp body took on a new look.
On the lamp holder was a nameplate as big as a little finger, on which three words appeared out of thin air - Su Xiaoxiao.
…
Unaware of the outside world's reaction, Su Xiaoxiao was trapped in an unfamiliar environment.
When the heat poured into the Wen Palace between the eyebrows, Su Xiaoxiao's body lightened up and fell into darkness.
In the darkness, Su Xiaoxiao's consciousness became light and extended upward infinitely.
The surroundings became very clear and empty, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
Carrying the weight loss, Su Xiaoxiao continued to advance.
Up, up.
Su Xiaoxiao wanted to open her eyes.
It was easy, the light fell in through the raised eyelids and dispersed the darkness,
Something like water vapor or mist poured into the field of vision along with the light, and the sky and the earth were all white and vast.
"Where is this?" Guanyin's purple bamboo forest in the South China Sea?
In front of Su Xiaoxiao's eyes was a large cloud of white mist, and she was floating on the edge of the white mist.
In the white mist is a large bamboo forest, extending to an unknown end.
The rolled bamboo leaves rustled in the surging mist.
Brush - the breeze blows, the mist surges, and the bamboo leaves rustle down.
Su Xiaoxiao looked up at the sky full of bamboo leaves.
Is this the Wen Gong in the original memory?
After the scholar worships the saint, he can obtain the Wen Palace in the Sea of Consciousness.
Those with little talent and little knowledge will get a hut.
Those with mediocre qualifications will get pavilions.
Those who are above average in talent and learning will have pavilions.
Those with outstanding qualifications live in palaces.
The more agile and capable the person is, the more magnificent and imposing the Wen Palace will be.
There are even more geniuses who work together to create statues of sages, murals of sub-sages or tablets of saints in the palace.
Su Xiaoxiao looked around at the white mist all over the bamboo forest: "Don't I even deserve a hut?"
The bamboo leaves fell, and Su Xiaoxiao didn't want them to fall on her, so she subconsciously raised her hands and waved them away.
Bang - the bamboo leaf exploded into smoke and dust the moment it touched Su Xiao's little finger.
Su Xiaoxiao was startled and quickly backed away.
But he crashed directly into the pile of bamboo leaves.
Then more bamboo leaves exploded.
It exploded into deep and light green smoke in the white mist.
Looking at the spreading smoke and dust, Su Xiaoxiao's consciousness also faded.
…
On the bank of the East China Sea, south of Mount Tai.
Qufu, Holy Courtyard.
Wen Changfeng is one of the three semi-saints in the world.
Unlike the other two half-saints who worked hard, Wen Changfeng especially liked to concentrate.
Wen Changfeng thinks it is good to concentrate, save carbon and be environmentally friendly.
On this day, Wen Changfeng was in the Holy Courtyard as usual, in a daze, well, concentrating.
The next second, Wen Changfeng's divine energy suddenly entered the bamboo forest of white mist.
The white mist was like waves, layer upon layer, and one could barely make out the girl opposite her. She had a graceful figure, but could not see her face clearly.
Feeling the fluctuation of talent in the other party, Wen Changfeng understood instantly.
"It is you."
Before the girl could answer, a human voice came to her ears, so Wen Changfeng's eyelids slightly closed.
The sky is filled with bamboo shadows, and the warm wind blows by, leaving no real leaves behind.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the Holy Courtyard on the bank of the East China Sea.
Confucius loved Mount Tai, but he was reluctant to leave the main peak of Mount Tai, Yuhuangding, so he took a side of the 3,000-foot peak back to Qufu.
With a slight throw, there is the world-famous "Daofeng Mountain".
He also picked up his pen and drew an ink-and-wash pavilion in the air.
Finally, he opened his mouth and blew, and the ink painting pavilions fell one after another on the top of the inverted peak, called Qufu Academy, which is now the Holy Academy.
The main hall in the center of the holy courtyard covers a vast area and can seat 100,000 disciples. It is where Confucius lectured and is the holy hall.
There is a holy platform in the temple with many statues dedicated to saints from ancient times to the present.
At this moment, Wen Changfeng was sitting under the holy altar of the temples.
Thinking about what he had just seen in the white mist bamboo forest, Wen Changfeng curled his lips slightly, interestingly.
Then, support your head with your hands.
Continue to concentrate and concentrate.
…
"It is you."
Figures appeared around him.
There are quite a few shadows.
Through the billowing fog, Su Xiaoxiao could not see clearly the appearance of the visitor.
All he could hear was his voice, which was gentle, calm, and polite, but also had an indescribable flavor.
"Where is this?" "How did I get here?"
Su Xiaoxiao was not allowed to think, more people appeared in the white mist, and more voices sounded in the white mist.
Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.
what's the situation? Are these people still chatting?
I have only heard that there are big and small Wen Gong, some simple and luxurious, but I have never heard of any Wen Gong supporting visits.
"Half Saint, it's the breath of Half Saint!"
Someone shouted.
As soon as these words came out, the white mist became even more noisy.
Throughout human history, only Confucius has been canonized.
King Wen of Zhou, Mencius, Xunzi, Zengzi, Zisizi and Yanzi were conferred the title of Yasheng.
After the death of Kong Sheng and other sub-sages, only half-sages remained in the human race.
As of now, there are only three Half-Saints alive.
Sitting in the Holy Court, he has a transcendent status.
Realizing that there was a semi-saint here, everyone quickly escaped from the fear of being inexplicably pulled into an unknown territory.
"I wonder what the Semi-Saint's orders were when he summoned us here?" The voice that sensed the Semi-Saint's aura was respectful.
Half Saint? Where? Su Xiaoxiao walked around without leaving any trace.
Although the white mist was thick and it was difficult to see the face clearly, the other party's movements could be seen.
So Su Xiaoxiao watched helplessly as everyone focused their attention on...himself.
Half Saint, her?
"I don't know what you are calling me for, please give me some instructions." Seeing that Su Xiaoxiao didn't reply for a long time, the other party became more respectful.
Although I don’t know how this group of people appeared in my literary palace, and I don’t know why they were mistaken for semi-saints, but tell me?
Su Xiaoxiao cleared her throat: "It coincides with the Ten Kingdoms County Examination. I have some thoughts after reading the papers and want to share them with you."
