Chapter 263: Two Poems

Chapter 263: Two Poems

“Guess the question?”

Xu Erlang asked a confused rhetorical question, but he was smart enough to immediately understand Xu Qi’an’s meaning.

Unhurriedly pouring a cup of hot water for his big brother and putting on a jacket for himself, Xu New Year sat down on a chair and said, “No need, a few great scholars from the academy have already bet on the questions for us.”

After the establishment of the State Academy, the minds of the scholars were confined to the Four Books and Five Classics, and there was no more aura of their predecessors, and the absence of poetry in the Dafeng was one of the aftereffects.

But there’s also a benefit in that it’s easier to bet on questions.

The so-called betting, in fact, and Xu Qi’an last teacher knocking on the blackboard to draw the key is the same operation, due to the limited scope and answer the questions, the imperial examination paper can be a certain degree of “prediction”.

In addition to betting on questions, there is the tawdry operation – buying questions.

And even more than buying questions, the operation is “internalization”.

The so-called inner circle, this category of people can pass the test and become goners even if they write shit.

Specific operation is to buy through the examiner, discussed in advance how to “code”, such as the end of the first line is “old”, the end of the second line is “iron”, the fourth five or six lines are “666”.

The examiner took one look and knew it was one of his own.

Muddling names and transcriptions do not protect against such cheating tactics.

These tawdry maneuvers, Xu Qi’an heard from Wei Yuan, and after hearing it, he lamented that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

Unfortunately, the act of buying the examiners is not taken into consideration, Xu Xinxin is a student of Yunlu Academy, destined to not have a chance to be the top student, the top scholar, or the scout, and may not even have a chance to be in the top one.

Before meeting Zhong Li, Xu Qi’an had only thought about how to help Er Lang make a cheat sheet and hide it from the numbered soldiers supervising the exam. After racking his brain, he came up with a way to copy the article somewhere.

This method was inspired by the sand sculpture netizens in the past life, I remember someone bragging about himself on the Internet, saying that his girlfriend saw two words carved on his ding dong: Jun worry.

Just ask what these two words mean, sand sculpture netizen light smile, qi sinking dantian, a column, it turns out to be: you don’t see the Yellow River water from the sky with you to cancel all the sorrows of the past.

Although it was an unreliable boast, Xu Qi’an was very vicarious . These were not important, what mattered was that the above maneuver Er Lang was perfectly capable of doing.

All he had to do was say, with his cultivation in the Cultivation Realm, My Sable Cicada then he could write a 500 word mini essay on it.

The examiner will never find out.

But with Er Lang’s arrogance, he wouldn’t do that even if he were killed Xu Qi An nodded slowly, “What about poetry?”

Xu New Year frowned and replied, “Poetry is not a consideration, I am not good at poetry myself.”

His preparation for the exam was centered on policy and scripture, but of course, the same was true for the other scholars. The poetry thing can only be said to go with the flow.

“It’s better to be prepared, big brother came over just to guess the poems.” Xu Qi’an said.

“So what is big brother going to guess?”

“Drawing lots.” Xu Qi’an smiled mysteriously.

“Mother, I want an orange.”

In the interconnecting inner room, Little Bean walked out in a loose singlet.

“What oranges to eat at night, do you still want your teeth, the oranges are in the hall, go out and get them yourself.” The aunt was upset about her son’s future prospects.

Without a word, Little Bean went out the door, and she finished her orange on the porch outside, content to go back inside and doze off.

Second Uncle and Aunt then continued to discuss Xu Erlang’s future, and as they talked, Aunt regretted why she had sent Xu New Year to Yunlu Academy in the first place.

Erlang has been a genius since he was a child and has a good memory. When Yunlu Academy was enrolling, Uncle Xu took his son to Qingyun Mountain to take the exam, and he won the exam.

“It would have been better if we had been sent to the State Prison in the first place.” Auntie said with chagrin.

“A woman’s opinion, Yunlu Academy is the Confucian orthodoxy.” Second Uncle Xu grunted.

Xu New Year cut a piece of rice paper into a dozen or so small squares, write “flowers, birds, fish and insects” and other themes on it, and then randomly scratch.

“Big brother, you do it.”

Xu New Year felt that big brother was being ridiculous, but seeing how enthusiastic he was, it was hard to refuse. He only wanted to hurry up and get rid of his obnoxious big brother so he could sleep.

Then again, he wanted to see if Big Brother could compose a poem on the spot, so he could have a good time.

Xu Qi’an closed his eyes and casually grabbed it.

“Two?”

Xu New Year found his big brother grabbing two notes in one hand.

“Two is as good as two, and the extra one will be a spare.”

Xu Qi’an said, unfolded the note, respectively “Wing Chi”, “patriotism”.

Xu New Year looked at his big brother with some anticipation.

“ememememem I’ll think about it and give it to you tomorrow.” Xu Qi’an scratched his head.

After bidding farewell to Xu New Year and returning to his room, Xu Qi’an lit the candle and sat at the table, looking up at the beams of the room and said:

“Aren’t you a seer, can’t you just predict the title of the chunin exam?”

On the beam of the room lay a cloaked woman, set in a simple linen robe, replied, “The prophet is more important to know how to keep secrets, I’m not a person with great fortune, once I leak the questions of the chunin exams, maybe tomorrow I will be dead.”

“There’s me to protect you, didn’t Supervisor Zheng say that I’m the one with great qi.” Xu Qi’an egged on.

“Since you are the one with great qi, the topic you cast lots for must be the exam question of the Chun Exam.” Zhong Li faintly said, “Why should I take the risk.”

It makes sense . Xu Qi’an asked again, “Then why don’t you let me guess about the Ceremonies and the Scriptures again?”

“The more singular the easier it is to guess correctly.” Zhong Li said.

Xu Qi’an didn’t speak again, searching his stomach and thinking about the poems he had learned in junior and senior high school, even after so many years, some of the poems were still clearly imprinted in his mind.

Of course, he can’t remember the literary texts and longer poems, or he can’t remember all of them, for example, Li Bai’s “Wine”, he only remembers a few lines of “The Yellow River’s water is coming from the sky”.

But a poem like “Spring Dawn” is one he’ll probably never forget until he dies.

“The most famous of the chants would be Cao Cao’s Tortoise’s Life, but considering Emperor Yuan Jing’s desire for immortality, I’m afraid that writing this poem would be loathed by Emperor Yuan Jing.

“Patriotic poems are quite a lot, just that the patriotic poems I remember are all born when the country is broken, what iron horse icy river into the dream, what the country is broken mountains and rivers in, what the merchant girl does not know the hatred of the dead country is difficult to engage in oh.”

In the latter half of the night, Xu Qi’an was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard a muffled “plopping” sound, followed by a certain unlucky woman’s grunting and groaning.

He woke up with a start and subconsciously pressed down on his peyote beside the bed.

“Sorry for the fall .” Zhong Li said as she endured the pain.

How can you fall? You’re at least a Fifth Grade Warlock. The corners of Xu Qi’an’s mouth twitched as he exhaled a long breath of turbid air, “It’s fine, is this part of the bad luck?”

“That’s not so bad, if I wasn’t around you I’m afraid I would have just broken my leg.”

This fifth disciple of the Supervisor said in a flat tone of voice the pungent words, “It doesn’t matter, I’m used to it anyway.”

After saying that, she silently got up and walked towards the door, “I’ll go outside to meditate without disturbing your sleep.”

“.” Xu Qi’an watched her leave and closed the door.

Rolled over and went back to sleep, only for the door to open again and Jong Li to return.

“Hmm?”    Xu Qi’an hmmmed, expressing his confusion and dissatisfaction.

Zhong Li whispered, “I don’t know which one of these lackluster people threw the orange peels in the porch, I accidentally stepped on it and fell and cracked my head, I think it’s safer to be in the house.”

Orange peel can be slippery? How tragic . Xu Qi’an was instantly filled with sympathy.

The next day, it was still light.

The Xu Mansion was brightly lit, and Auntie, with two dark circles under her eyes, personally helped Erlang Xu pack up pen, ink, paper and inkstones and other exam items, as well as pastries, steamed buns, jerky, and fresh water to eat in the exam room.

“Mother, there’s no need to bring so much food, a test is only for one day, and it comes out at dusk.” Seeing that his mother kept stuffing food, Xu New Year hurriedly stopped her.

There are three sessions of the Congressional Examination, one exam for one day, with an interval of three days between each session, lasting nine days.

After getting ready, Xu Pingzhi took his wife, daughter, and nephew, and together they sent Xu New Year to the Tribute Academy.

Xu Qi’an and Xu Pingzhi carrying lanterns, one in front of the other, not long, the family arrived at the Tribute Academy, the outside of the Tribute Academy is full of students who should be examined, on both sides of the street there are dozens of officials and soldiers to maintain order, holding high torches.

“Er Lang, this is a poem written by big brother, read it and burn it.” Xu Qi’an handed over the two slips of paper.

Xu New Year took it without moving, unfolded it without moving, read it for half a day, and almost didn t understand it . The characters written by Big Brother, especially the small characters, are unique.

Good poem!

However, Xu New Year still gave a heartfelt sigh of admiration.

If he can actually guess the title, he may be in for a treat.

After Xu New Year had written it down, he tore up the note and was about to bid farewell to his family when he suddenly heard someone chanting Buddha’s name not far away.

Looking back, it was a big, lanky bald guy who was folding his arms and giving him a taboo smile.

Do I know him . Doubts flashed through Xu New Year’s mind, but he politely returned a smile.

The big bald man nodded slightly and turned to leave.

After seeing Er Lang queuing up to enter the Tribute Courtyard, Auntie and Ling Yue suggested going back to the house to catch up on their sleep, and Xu Lingyin suggested going to Gui Yue Lou for breakfast.

Xu Lingyin’s proposal was unanimously ignored by everyone.

Xu Qi’an was thinking of Zhong Li in the mansion, fearing that if he returned later, she would have already left the world.

When I returned to the house, the east was slightly dark.

Xu Qi’an pushed open the door of the room and saw Zhong Li sitting cross-legged on the floor, her hair cloaked and unable to see her features.

How does this woman always wear her hair loose, and I don t know how long . The disciples of Supervisor Zheng feel all weird, but instead it is the food girl who is the most normal Xu Qi An cleared his throat and said:

“You don’t have to hide it, I can introduce you to the family.”

“This will bring bad luck to your family, there will be no big trouble, but small trouble constantly.” Zhong Li said, “Bad luck is something that affects those around you all the time, and it can be avoided if they don’t know I exist.”

Then forget it.

It was still far from dawn, Xu Qi’an intended to exhale for a few moments, when there was a sudden palpitation, which was someone bubbling up in the Earth Book chat group.

“Can you turn around?” Xu Qi’an asked.

“Okay.” Zhong Li obediently turned around and meditated with her back to him.

One more person is just inconvenient ah Xu Qi’an then touched the fragment of the earth book and read the transmission by the light of the candle.

[Two: I’m going to the capital.]

The first to respond to Li Miaozhen was the seldom bubbly Daoist Master Jinlian: [Nine: The banditry is over?

The banditry is over? Then Chun and the others should be back Xu Qi’an’s heart rejoiced.

[Two: Yes Taoist Master, Number One, you haven’t given me information on the younger generation of disciples of the Human Sect.]

At first, she exchanged information about the Yunzhou case with Number One, wanting to get the best of this generation of disciples of the Human Sect from Number One, but Number One inexplicably fell silent for a long time.

To this day, the promise remains unfulfilled.

A few minutes later, No. 1’s transmission came, a large portion of the transmission: [The disciples of the Human Sect’s current generation are not strong in cultivation, and the highest “Pure Dust” is only at the seventh grade realm, but there is one person, I don’t know if he is considered to be of the younger generation.]

[Two: What character and what level of cultivation.]

[1: This man was a scholar by birth, a scholar in the 27th year of Yuanjing, who suddenly resigned from his post in the 29th year of Yuanjing and became a white man. He was also a teacher and friend of Luo Yuheng’s senior brother, Taoist Master Lingyun, who taught him the Human Sect’s Sword Technique and Heart Sutra.

[This person is extremely gifted, three years after abandoning literature and cultivating the sword, he stepped into the realm of the sword heart penetration, and then challenged the golden gong Zhang Kaitai, and after losing miserably, he traveled to the clouds, and was hailed by Wei Yuan as the first swordsman in the capital.

[He and Daoist Spirit Rhythm do not have the name of master and disciple, but they have the reality of master and disciple, so I don’t know if he is considered a disciple of the Human Sect.]

He was a scholar, abandoned his studies and practiced swordplay, the capital’s number one swordsman, and the master and disciple of the Renzong Taoist sect. What’s with this strong sense of fait accompli? Xu Qi’an froze, and after pondering over it, he thought of someone, but felt that it was too absurd.

at this time

[IV: Heh, I’ve returned to the capital.]

“Sure enough, it’s him… Daoist Golden Lotus is trying to stir things up… knowing that the Celestial and Human Sects are incompatible, he preferred to drag them into the Earth Book Fragment together.” Xu Qi’an muttered in his heart.

That’s interesting. Number four and number two are coming to the capital to tear it apart. Wait, if it’s just Li Miaozhen coming to the capital, I’m confident that I can still deal with it, after all, coming back from the dead can be explained by the Deliverance Pill.

Besides, Li Miaozhen is socially dead as am I. We don’t get too hung up on each other.

If the 4th comes to the capital, too.

Xu Qi’an’s face changed.

Just then, number five also bubbled up: [What a coincidence, I’m also leaving the southern border tomorrow to travel to the capital, when I arrive at the capital, let’s drink together ah].

Xu Qi’an: “???”

What’s going on, why is number five coming to the capital as well, with number five’s intelligence, number four and number two will definitely not be at ease with her being alone, and when the time comes, it’s inevitable that they will come to have a face-off down the line.

And I’m in the capital, and Li Miaozhen knows my real identity.

No, this pot must be taken by Jiro for me.

[I: What the Fifth is doing in the capital.]

[V: Traveling.]

Li Miaozhen suppressed her stunned emotions and joined the conversation: [2: Number 5, you remember not to reveal your identity as a Compassionate Race, the Dafeng people hate Compassionate Race. The rivers and lakes are dangerous, even if you are victimized by the pit, if the officials know your identity as a Compassionate Clan member, they will most likely ignore it.

[And in the eyes of many of the lower nine streams of the jianghu people, it is only natural to take any means against the Companions.]

Back then, during the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the Southern Barbarians and the Northern Barbarians were allied and were in opposing camps with the Da Feng, plus over the years, the Southern Barbarians often harassed the Da Feng borders in order to recapture their lost lands.

The two sides can be said to have a longstanding grudge.

And the southern border of the Companions is also in the “southern border barbarians” range.

Lina thought for a moment and decided that she was neither afraid of poison nor force, so she had nothing to fear. But since Number Two was so eager to remind her, she sent a message of thanks:

[Okay, I’ll take care of that.

Then, Li Miaozhen transmitted the message, [Number Four, although we are both members of the Tiandi Association, the clan’s grudges have to be put on the front burner, and when we meet, I will not show any mercy.]

[Four: Live and die at your own risk.]

This. We’re all groupies, there’s no need to be like this. Xu Qi Xin said.

As the group chat ended, Xu Qi’an retrieved the pieces of the ground book, looked up, and glanced at Zhong Li, who had her back to herself.

Is this woman bringing me bad luck? I’d better return it to the Supervisor.

PS: Stayed up until now and finally finished writing a chapter. I’ll correct the typos tomorrow and go to bed first.