Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 107
[Chapter 107 Lin Huang beats, open]
originally refers to the watchtower at the east gate of the imperial city.”
I built a school ground, and climbed the watchtower here to view the military appearance. Therefore, Dongque generally refers to the east school ground.”
“Later, Emperor Lin decreed to set up a magic circle in the Dongque school ground to be “righteous and bright”, and to discuss civil and military affairs equally. Set it up here.”
Wei Yan, who was ordered to pick up Chen Luo, told Chen Luo the news of Lin Huang Lei in the carriage.
“The upright and bright array is a Confucian array. Under the light, there is no possibility of cheating. It is usually set up in the Gongyuan. This is also to show the monster race that we are open-minded.
” There are three levels of application, the first level, the phantoms of the scenes will be projected over the academies in Zhongjing, for the people of the city to watch.”
“The second level, the phantoms of the civil and military competitions will appear simultaneously in the academic and political offices of the capitals of each state. ”
” At the third level, phantom images of civil and martial arts competitions will appear simultaneously in the yamen of various prefectures, and the whole world can see it together.”
Chen Luo was stunned.
Good guy, the live broadcast is out.
“Which stage is the Linhuang competition… Bah, which level is it?”
“Back to my junior uncle, the competition for places should only take the first level, covering the whole city.” Wei Yan turned his head to the outside of the car, not looking at Chen Luo, exuding the last trace of resentment towards his seniority, “Besides, you are not the only one who participated in the literary competition.”
Chen Luo wondered: “Is there anyone else?”
Wei Yan nodded: “The most literary competition has ever been Four people can be selected. The other three are all late-rising Confucian scholars trained by Wenchang Pavilion.”
“The first one is called Wang Bugui, who is a descendant of Wang Shaobo, the seven masters of the previous dynasty. Poems of his ancestor Wang Shaobo.”
“The second one is Tian Xiangwan. She is a woman who was kidnapped by barbarians when she was young. She was rescued by Tian Haiyi Daru who drove away. Tian Haiyi Daru adopted her as his granddaughter. She is especially good at writing lyrics, but she regards Li Qinglian He is an idol, greedy for alcohol, and currently works as a teaching assistant at Zheliu Academy.”
“The third is Fang Xiujie, who is a son of the Fang family in Mozhou. If we go together in the future, my uncle should pay more attention to this person, after all, the Fang family I have an enmity with my bamboo forest.”
Chen Luo asked puzzledly: “What enmity?”
Wei Yan raised a smug expression on his face when he heard this question: “The family can be called a family only if it is half-sage. This Fang family A semi-saint of the family was killed by the Bamboo Sage Patriarch!”
“Hiss—” Chen Luo gasped.
Traveling here for so long, this is the most explosive news I have heard.
Half saint, killed?
Wait a minute, let me stroke it.
There is a big brother who “picked up” a box of Mangu Pills after “walking around” in Manyuan.
There was a second senior sister who even gave in when she mentioned her name.
There is a fourth senior brother who has entered the state of mind of the Great Confucianism, and even his disciples are the Great Confucianism.
For such a person, he still has the third senior brother, the fifth senior brother, the sixth senior sister, and the seventh senior brother.
In addition, the semi-saint ranks in the top five, and has killed another semi-saint master.
So, how strong is the bamboo forest lineage?
…
“Hurry up, the Linhuang competition is about to start.” In the Shengwen Square of Zheliu Academy, countless students moved to the square with small benches, “Senior Xiangwan also participated in the battle today, so I can definitely Destroy the monster clan with one word.”
“Surely there is no need for senior sister Xiang Wan to take action, Wang Bugui can handle it. I heard that a few days ago he just made the seven masterpieces “Sighing the Long Spear”, which is almost a battle poem handed down from generation to generation!”
“Don’t underestimate Fang Xiujie. He is the leader of the Confucian students in Banyue Academy this time. Although Banyue Academy is not in Zhongjing, it is one of the eight great academies of Daxuan like us, and his talent should not be underestimated.”
“Hateful, If senior Yang Houye hadn’t been promoted to master class, Zheliu Academy would definitely occupy two seats among the three participating this time.” On the
other side, Kong Tianfang was also engrossed in the sky, waiting for the virtual image of the ring.
“Hai Yi, is Xiang Wan sure?” Kong Tianfang asked.
Tian Haiyi, who was standing beside Kong Tianfang, shook his head slightly: “Xiang Wan’s ci is brilliant, but it’s still far behind everyone in the ci world. I see that the monster race is coming in a storm, so I must have been prepared. I’m afraid it will take something like layman Yi An Only talent can be said to be sure to win.”
“That boy of the Fang family is said to be one of the seeds of the Fang family’s generation of reading, I don’t know how much he weighs.” Kong Tianfang hesitated for a moment, and then said, “It’s a pity…”
“The courtyard What’s the pity?”
“It’s a pity that Wan Anbo hasn’t awakened his talent for reading through, so he can’t develop a righteous spirit. Otherwise, his tricks of the monster clan will be in vain.”
Tian Haiyi also nodded when he heard the words: “Yes, it’s a pity …By the way, who is the head of the fourth person who participated in the Wendou?”
Kong Tianfang shook his head: “Wenchang Pavilion is very strict about this, and it is said that the order was given by Minister Wen himself, and I don’t know.”
“I hope it’s a surprise soldier.”
…
“Mr. Nan, do you want to judge the Emperor Lin today?” Inside the
Beifeng Building, Nan Yuanxi was holding a small teapot, and took two sips from time to time. Although the Beifeng Tower cannot directly accept the virtual image transmitted by the upright and bright array, using the “Shading Stone” can also present the virtual image in the Beifeng Tower, but it is not so clear.
“What is there to comment on Lin Huang Lei!” Another guest said, “Mr. Nan will say two more paragraphs of “Swordsman” before it starts, let’s not waste time…”
“Hey! You bastard , since you don’t care about Lin Huanglei, why come in to see?”
“Can’t I come and see the girls from the Monster Race? I heard that the envoy this time is the daughter of our Princess Dan Luo. She is a hybrid of human and fox. She is very beautiful. Let me see what’s wrong?”
“Hmph, these foxes Everyone is full of thoughts, and I don’t know what kind of troublesome topic this time the text will come up with.”
“If you want me to say, it’s better than a long novel. Take “Swordsman” up, it’s no better than those Poetry?”
“It’s a pity that Wan Anbo is not a Confucian scholar, and he doesn’t have a noble spirit, otherwise I would prefer to watch the Emperor Lin.”
“Hey, you are not afraid of Wan Anbo’s ‘shame of a literati’ symptom. Stop writing in the middle?”
“Hey, if he dares to do that, Wen Xiang will beat him to death! It can be regarded as harming…”
As soon as this remark came out, the audience roared with laughter.
Nan Yuanxi smiled faintly as he listened to the squabbles in the audience.
Today he is just a spectator, watching Lin Huang Lei.
Wan Amber will not participate, so what does he criticize?
…
Linglong Tower.
“Everyone of you, set your ears straight!” Han Sanniang pointed to Yingying and Yanyan, who were all over the building, and said, “Linhuang Lei has always been the source of good poems and lyrics. New poems and lyrics that will be released soon will be given to you.” I remember it with my heart.”
“My Linglong Building has stood for hundreds of years, what is it relying on?”
Han Sanniang pointed to the huge jade wall of poetry and said: “It depends on the ingenuity and literary spirit on it!”
“In the next period of time, Linhuanglei’s poems must be the key point, and you all have to give me a full understanding. This way, when you serve the guests, you can have a chat, do you hear clearly?” The
girls nodded one after another, but some girls pouted: ” Nowadays, the poems are written more and more uncommonly, as if they are advanced only if people don’t understand them. If they are all like Wan Anbo’s “Lovesickness”, I will memorize them after listening to them.”
“Unfortunately, Wan Anbo is not a Confucian scholar, so he can’t read Wen Lei…”
“Hey, I can’t get into Wenlei, but I can get into your room. I think if Wan Amber ordered you to recite “Swordsman”, you can also recite it backwards…”
“Damn girl, how dare you recite it?” Laugh at me…”
“No, if Bier is ordered, how can he be willing to let him memorize books all night?”
“No, Bier will not obediently memorize books, she took the initiative…”
“You…you hate to die It’s already…”
For a while, the Linglong Building was very lively with the sound of warblers and swallows.
…
Dongque school grounds.
At the auditorium, the five titles of Duke, Marquis, Bo, Zi, and Nan sat down from bottom to top. Further up is the royal family, and Ye Dafu is among them.
Further up the seats of the royal family, there are Wenxiang, Zhengxiang, and Faxiang sitting apart, with two great Confucianists of their own faction standing behind each.
On the top of the three phases, Ye Heng is sitting on the throne, and on the slightly shorter throne on the left is Prince Ye Qu. Hou An, the first eunuch with a salary, was left and right.
In the direction of Ye Heng’s left hand, the spirit of culture is soaring. This is the great Confucianism invited by Zhongjing City to watch the ceremony. On the right hand side, there are famous people. If you look carefully, you can find some Taoist priests sitting in it.
Opposite to the seat of the Daxuan Dynasty, it is the seat of the Yaozu Mission. According to the division of the monster clan and saint clan, tigers, wolves, foxes and their affiliated races sat side by side.
On the outskirts of the viewing seats in the four directions, countless ordinary people were crowded, and the order was maintained by the inspector of the city, waiting for the opening of the Linhuang Arena.
Hou An looked at the sky, leaned close to Ye Heng’s ear, and said, “Your Majesty, the time has come!”
Ye Heng nodded, Hou An took a step forward, his tongue was full of spring thunder, and shouted: “The auspicious time has come, the upright and bright law circle Open, Wendou and Confucian students come out…”
In an instant, the central ground surrounded by the viewing seats in all directions shook, and a high platform made of jade rose slowly. The light dissipated, and a phantom of the high platform appeared in the air, which had been magnified many times.
At this moment, three figures stepped onto the high platform from three directions, landed on three corners of the high platform, and the figures appeared, one female and two male.
The suave young man in the western corner closed his folding fan first, and bowed to Ye Heng: “The royal family of Mangzhou in the northern region, the twelfth grandson of Wang Shaobo, the king will not return!
” Clasping hands: “Mozhou Fang’s family, Fang Xiujie.”
The woman in the northern corner covered half of her face with long hair, hiccupped, and smelled of alcohol: “Zheliu, Tian Xiangwan.
” At the fourth empty corner, a figure came late and landed in the eastern corner.
The man stood firm, with a warm smile on his face, bowed in all directions, and said, “Daxuan Wan’anbo, Chen Luo!”
In an instant, the audience was in an uproar—
“He…how did he Up?”
Hmph, the second watch.
(end of this chapter)
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