"I have seen the poems of Ye Chengda Mansion. But why does Sulin's poems have such a sacred power? They are even comparable to some Mingzhou poems. If it weren't for the limitations of the county's review and evaluation, the county really wanted to open it immediately to see what the poems of Sulin's poems of Dafu are written in what "autumn"!"

County Magistrate Xu suppressed his curiosity and pointed to another pile of postscript papers and said, "There are thousands of postscript papers, a total of fifty test papers, but only these few hundred answered more than forty correct answers. I wonder if Su Lin's postscript papers are among these hundred. If not, it would be a pity. Even if he had reached the poems and posted more than forty scriptures, he still was not qualified to obtain the position of Tongsheng."

"Didn't the magistrate of Xu just say that? Su Lin has only been enlightened in recent days. The difficulty of this county trial appending scriptures is relatively high. In previous years, at least 200 people in a county answered more than 40 answers. Now there are only more than 100 people. It is conceivable that Su Lin may have obtained a verse of his own, and he is probably blocked from the appending scriptures."

Although Ye Hongye was surprised that a candidate who had just gained wisdom could write a poem about Dafu, he did not believe that a Confucian scholar who had only gained wisdom for a few days could answer more than forty scriptures correctly. After all, if a Confucian scholar in Tianren Continent did not gain wisdom, he would not have the blessing of the saint power to increase intelligence and memory.

The holy power is stored in the wisdom artifact, which can strengthen a person's memory and understanding ability at all times. Therefore, the sooner he opens his wisdom and gains intelligence, the higher the future achievement is.

"But that Su Lin is not an ordinary person..." County Magistrate Xu wanted to say something, but realized that he could not say it again. He could only wave his hand and smiled, "Forget it! Forget it! Supervisor Ye, in three days, we should check these thousands of test papers quickly to see if there are any mistakes, and then decide on the ranking!"

The test papers are reviewed by the statue of Confucius. Although there are generally no problems, the temple and the country, in the attitude of rigorous academic research and scholarship, will require the prosecutor and county magistrate to review the test papers again, and only after confirming that the other test papers are correct can the test papers selected by the statue begin to check the test papers selected by the statue.

"Mr. Xu County Magistrate Ye, look at it. This candidate's sutras are all correct, fifty! The other candidates seem to have only forty-seven right..."

Li Ting, the county magistrate who assisted in reviewing the test papers, couldn't help but hold a test paper and shouted. Before deciding the ranking, all the names of the test papers were covered with names by the Holy Light, and no one could see the subject.

"Oh? I, Fengle County, have such talents? Although it is not difficult to post scriptures, every year the examiners of the temple will deliberately select some remote classics to extract words and sentences. These classics are usually not accessible to candidates in the county exam. Unexpectedly, all the candidates answered?"

Supervisor Ye Hongye took the test paper handed over by Li Ting and saw it carefully. Especially when he saw the font on the test paper, his eyes lit up. He handed it to the side and said to the magistrate Xu County, "Mr. Xu County, look at the handwriting of the candidate. It is also regular script, but it is a kind of thing I have never seen. It is a new look, the rules are so severe, and the momentum is magnificent. If the brushwork is not a little immature, I really suspect it was the handwriting of the hidden calligraphy master in a certain country."

"Oh? It's just a candidate's word. Ye Jianzhang used unprecedented words, probably because he was overstatement? Let me look at the words that Ye Jianzhang commented like this..." Xu County Magistrate wanted to laugh at Ye Hongye for not seeing the world, but when he saw Su Lin's Yan style on the test paper, his eyes immediately shone and refreshed, and he praised, "Okay! Good words! His handwriting is made of seal script, turning thin and hard into plump and majestic, broad structure and magnificent momentum, vigorous bones and awesome spirit... How could this be a word written by a teenager? Impossible! Impossible!"

After talking several impossible things in a row, County Magistrate Xu held the stack of paper in his hand and refused to put it down. His eyes flashed with the light of thought and wisdom, and the holy power surged in it.

"Hey hey...Mr. Xu County Magistrate, this is the county trial paper. How can you... you use 'not forgetting' to force memorize it? This is not in line with the rules!"

Ye Hongye snatched the roll of paper and scolded the Magistrate of Xu County.

"Ye Zheng, this is just a copying paper, not a poem or a secret question. Moreover, I just want to record the fonts of the candidate. If you want to copy them back, just turn a blind eye!" County Magistrate Xu pleaded.

"No! No! Rules are rules. As the temple supervisor, this is my responsibility. After the county examination results came out, Xu County Magistrate Dake personally found the candidate and asked for a copybook. I believe that it is not difficult to be the county magistrate. By the way, I will also ask for one more for me!" Ye Hongye said with a smile.

"I have seen most of the candidates in this county with handsome and unique handwriting. However, I have never seen such a majestic font. This must be a font with ambition and ambition to write such a font. I really want to know who it is. If you write such a word, you can answer fifty questions correctly. Zhao Shuang is impossible! Qi Tianfang is even more impossible..."

County Magistrate Xu thought to himself that the font had a great impact on him. So he temporarily threw Su Lin's poem about Dafu behind his mind.

"Okay! Okay! Magistrate Xu, I have already sorted out the results of this sutra. The person above A is the fifty-year-old paper. One person in A answers forty-seven, and the three people below A are all forty-five or forty-six. The rest are all B and C. Please take a look..."

With a wave of his hand, Ye Hongye selected nearly 100 test papers, divided according to the grade, A, B, C, and upper, middle and lower.

"Well! No problem, Supervisor Ye, can you read this poem now?" County Magistrate Xu also took the lead with a big move and took the paper with the most prosperous holy light into his hand. It was Su Lin's "Autumn Ci".

"this……"

As soon as he opened the paper, County Magistrate Xu was stunned, widened his eyes and shouted incredibly, "This font... is Su Lin's."

"What's wrong? County Magistrate Xu? Could it be that this poem about Dafu is really shocking?" Ye Hongye hurriedly stepped forward and looked. When he saw Su Lin's Yan style characters on the test paper, he immediately understood why County Magistrate Xu was so amazed.

"Okay! What a Su Lin! What a Su Lin! I didn't say anything about the poem about Dafu, but I could answer the fifty questions that posted the scriptures. What's even more shocking is that his font is unprecedentedly majestic and grand. I... I really don't know what to say..."

County Magistrate Xu had not read the content of the poem, and he was so shocked to see the word. After he forced himself to calm down and silently read Su Lin's "Autumn Ci", he felt even more wonderfully integrated into the poem.

"I say autumn is better than spring... What a autumn is better than spring..."

Ye Hongye couldn't help but slamming the high and praised, "I thought this poem was about autumn, and what I saw should be a sad and sighing work. I never expected it! Someone could write the cheerful and open-minded autumn so happily! How happy! As soon as this poem was released, who dares to say that autumn must be sad..."

"Supervisor Ye, I think the first case of this county examination is determined, right?" County Magistrate Xu looked up at Ye Hongye. Ye Hongye nodded, then pointed a "A" on Su Lin's "Autumn Ci" with holy power, and slowly said four words: "Who else is there!"

In the past, the first case in the county examination usually had to be carefully discussed and compared with the supervision and the county magistrate before the results of the two test papers were compiled and selected from several candidates. When there was any dispute, even arbitration of the semi-saint of the temple was requested through the statue of Confucius.

However, although Ye Hongye and Xu Wenliang had not read the poems and essays of other candidates in this county examination in Fengle County, they had already made a conclusion in their minds that Su Lin was the first to be the one.

The county yamen decided the first place in the case, and the remaining 19 children were selected. The county magistrate Xu Wenliang, the supervisor Ye Hongye, and a group of civil servants in the county yamen began to select for three consecutive days. At this time, Su Lin was sitting in his study, feeling the holy power in his mind and mind.

"Today, when I was dealing with the evil slaves in the Dong family, I felt the holy power surge in my mind, which could form a powerful force according to the sounds I made. This is the power of speaking and Dharma Sutra. It's just a pity that I have not yet obtained the Tongsheng Wen position and do not know the specific holy power control method."

Su Lin is now eager to obtain the literary position of Tong Sheng. Although his holy power is several times higher than that of ordinary Tong Sheng, he does not know how to use the personal position of Tong Sheng. The saints of Tianren Continent have created a complex and magnificent system of holy power magic.

Although Tong Sheng, scholar, juren, Jinshi, great scholar, Hanlin, great scholar, semi-saint, sub-saint and saint, only had ten literary positions, hundreds of thousands of Confucian scholars have created no less than a thousand kinds of holy power magic over the past thousands of years. Through holy power and using thoughts to change matter, this is the essence of the power of holy power.

Su Lin once heard from the juren of the gentry academy that Zhao Gao, a treacherous minister in the Qin Dynasty, obtained a treacherous character from his name Lin. He had a great scholar of cultivation and possessed the holy power magic that refers to a deer as a horse.

Zhao Gao was ambitious and monopolized the power of the Qin Emperor, who was young and attempted to usurp the country. In the court, in order to establish prestige and test how many ministers in the court were standing on his own side, he actually led a deer and smiled at the Qin Emperor and said that he would offer a good horse. The Qin Emperor did not believe it and said that it was a deer. Zhao Gao said that if he did not believe it, he could ask all the civil and military ministers of the court. Those who supported Zhao Gao shouted that it was a horse, while those who opposed Zhao Gao were firmly called deer.

Just as the pros and cons were arguing, Zhao Gao used a holy power spell to point the deer as a horse. He turned the deer in the court into a horse in full view of the public. The court officials who were opposed were stunned, knowing that Zhao Gao's magic power had become a step further, and even the young Qin Emperor did not dare to say anything against Zhao Gao.

"Referring to a deer as a horse, isn't this just that thinking can interfere with matter and change the essence of matter? Zhao Gao is just a great scholar who has such magical power. Then are the semi-saints in the temple, even sub-saints Mencius and saint Confucius, who are even more powerful?" Su Lin sighed in his heart.
Chapter completed!