Chapter 114: Such a comfortable book-turning style, with the flavor of a junior brother
"The exam is over, collect the papers."
As the three incense sticks burned out, the invigilator shouted to everyone.
The test papers of the candidates were collected one after another.
"call"
Xiao Mo also breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
In fact, compared with others, Xiao Mo is already considered good.
After the exam, many students didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Even though he could stand up, he walked very weakly, and his pale face looked as if he had been teased by all the women in the brothel in turn.
Xiao Mo received a sign and went to the academy's villa to rest. The list of those who passed the first round of assessment would be announced at noon tomorrow.
That night.
The teachers at the academy are correcting the test papers of the candidates.
Regardless of whether these candidates persevere to the end, their test papers need to be reviewed.
However, candidates who did not persevere to the end basically could not pass the first round.
But it does not mean that all the students who handed in their papers last passed.
Among those candidates who persisted for three incense sticks.
Some candidates' handwriting was neat and intact at the beginning, but later on, it was obvious that they were running out of energy and their handwriting began to become flamboyant and unruly.
Some candidates persisted until the end of three incense sticks, but did not finish answering the questions.
Some candidates wrote well from beginning to end and finished answering the questions, but it was obvious that their thoughts began to become confused afterwards.
Of course, there is no shortage of scholars who actually completed the test paper, but their number is not large, only about fifty people, accounting for only one-tenth of the candidates this time.
"This scholar answered the questions quite well." The academy director named Sima Yun looked at the test paper with praise.
"Indeed, it's not bad." The Imperial Academy Dean, Xu Ke, nodded. "I've also reviewed this paper. Apart from the elegant handwriting and clear thinking throughout, his understanding of Confucianism is profound, and he even has a certain maturity."
"Isn't this Xiao Mo Senior Brother Qi's disciple?" Yu Wen asked.
"Yes." Sima Yun nodded. "Senior Brother Qi has indeed accepted a good disciple. Moreover, this Xiao Mo seems to be the sweetheart of the Lord of the North Sea. She is a rich and powerful beauty. How enviable."
"I also heard from Wang Quan that this kid is studying something called 'Xinxue'."
"Xinxue? What kind of knowledge is this?"
"I heard about his own academic creation when Wang Quan and I had a drink and chatted after returning to the academy. I can only say that it is a bit unorthodox."
"But Senior Brother Qi also said that if he really took this path, he might become the first Confucian saint in the past 2,600 years."
"Hahaha, becoming a saint? He should first pass the assessment the day after tomorrow." Yu Wen shook his head and wrote "passed" on Xiao Mo's test paper. "We are only responsible for marking other people's test papers. We only focus on knowledge and don't ask about anything else."
The next day, Xiao Mo woke up early in the morning and received a letter.
The letter informed him that he had passed the assessment and would go to the top of Xuehai Peak at noon tomorrow to participate in the second and final round of assessment.
Xiao Mo was not happy at all about passing the test.
On the contrary, if I couldn't even pass the first test, it would really be a disgrace to Mr. Qi, and I would be too embarrassed to go back.
On the third day after arriving at the Confucian Academy, Xiao Mo went to the top of Xuehai Peak.
Compared to the hundreds of scholars the day before yesterday.
There were only sixty-three people who came here.
"The second test is about to begin."
The old man from yesterday stepped forward and explained the rules to everyone.
"Do you see that mountain right in front of you? It's called Qiuxue Peak. There are some trees on top of it. What you need to do is very simple. That is to use the Book-Flipping Wind once. If more than ten trees are blown, you will pass."
Listening to the old man's words, everyone frowned.
The so-called book-turning style is a technique that Confucian scholars will naturally master when they have practiced to a certain level.
The intensity of the book-turning style is related to the realm of the Confucian scholar and his understanding of Confucianism.
This old man said it simply, but in fact, the distance between the Qiuxue Peak and Xuehai Peak is a full five hundred feet, and there is also an isolation formation on that mountain.
The realm of his group is all at the Longmen realm, and their book-turning ability is very weak, so it is not easy to blow the trees.
"The assessment begins, follow the order." Mr. Yu Wen put his hands behind his back and made way.
The first scholar stepped forward, took a deep breath, and waved his sleeves. An invisible wind of pages blew towards the Qiuxue Peak, but the trees, flowers and plants on the top of the peak did not move at all.
The scholar's face turned pale instantly.
"Next one." Yu Wen shook his head and said.
The second scholar stepped forward and waved his sleeves. This time, there was movement on the top of Qiuxue Peak, but only three or four trees moved.
"Next."
"Next."
As Yu Wen recited, half of the scholars began to take the test.
Among the more than thirty scholars, only three passed.
Soon, Xiao Mo was the only one left on the entire mountain.
In addition to Xiao Mo, a total of seven scholars passed the test. The one with the best performance blew fifteen trees on the top of the mountain.
"Xiao Mo, right? You are the last one." Yu Wen stroked his beard and looked at Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo bowed and walked to the edge of the cliff.
Looking at the mountain not far away, Xiao Mo raised his arm and waved his green shirt gently.
At the same time, at the Confucian Academy Hua Mingfeng.
All the "upright gentlemen" were sitting on cushions, concentrating their heads on doing their test papers.
The scorching sun beat down on their foreheads. Unable to resist the heat with their spiritual power, they could only wipe the sweat off their faces.
"Damn it! When I become the dean of one of the four academies, I will definitely change this rule. What's this about working hard and starving your body? That's just forcing yourself to endure hardship!"
Shang Jiuli exhaled deeply and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Shang Jiuli, don't mutter during the exam!" reminded a schoolmaster at the front.
Many people looked at Shang Jiuli.
"Lululu!!!" Shang Jiuli made a face at the chief priest of the academy.
Luo Yang, who was sitting next to Shang Jiuli, shook his head, feeling a little ashamed, and pretended not to know this junior sister.
But at this moment, a breeze blew over.
This breeze is more refreshing than the ordinary summer breeze, and even carries a hint of ink scent.
The Confucian classic placed by the chief academic officer of the academy in the front was slowly turned over by the breeze.
"What a comfortable book-turning style."
Shang Jiuli couldn't help but squint his eyes as he felt the comfortable breeze of turning pages.
"It seems to have the flavor of Junior Brother Xiao."
The chief academic officer of the academy also raised his head and looked in the direction of the Study Peak not far away.
The entire mountain, the flowers, the plants, and the trees were all dancing as if in joy.
(End of this chapter)
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