(If you ask for a vote, will you be beaten? Well, let's go...,)

The day before, the spring was bright and the warblers were flying and grass grew: Today, the spring thunder suddenly sounded, and large dark clouds rolled over, and the raindrops in the sky were shaking off in an instant.

Spring rain is as expensive as oil. After this rain, farming is in full swing.

Today is also the day when the competition for the world's number one talented man has begun.

Yangzhou Academy has become a sea of ​​people.

It was drizzling, and the oil-paper umbrellas were spread out like flowers, and talented men dressed in formally seemed to be pouring in like a tide.

If the emperor is here today, he might also smile: "All the talents in the world are in my resoluteness." It has to be said that his intention to sacrifice the imperial plaque "The No. 1 Talent in the World" is never simple.

The detailed rules and regulations related to the competition were agreed a few days ago and a notice was issued to be made public. The specific place to be held is a large square in the heart of the academy.

This square is a hundred feet long and very wide and cheerful. The ground is paved with rain and supports a wide ceiling without any rain.

At this time, small desks were already arranged on the court, equipped with chairs. The desks were also thoughtfully titled to distinguish the positions of contestants and not to do anything randomly.

Around the square, there were two-tall walls to isolate the onlookers. At the entrance, a statue of a saint was erected, with a tall crown and wide dress, with a kind expression, standing with a look in the distance.

After the contestants gathered together, under the leadership of the academic and political officials of various states and a group of famous scholars and referees, they had to worship the statue of the saint to show their piety.

Outside, it is the place where the audience stands. I have been watching it for a long time. I am afraid that there will be no people in the streets when I look at the scene.

The world's scholars' forests are the focus of the whole country.

At this moment, I don’t know how many scholars who could not go to Yangzhou sighed and yearned for it.

"Look, that's Mr. Mei Xue Hai Mei!"

"No, our Gongshu Gu Wendao from Pingzhou is also holding the second place..."

Because there were thousands of elite soldiers on site to maintain order, there would be no riots, but when the sharp-eyed audience saw the talented man they liked, they still shouted enthusiastically.

What you see and hear is like chasing stars in ancient times. In the past, there is evidence of "Yu Lin": "An Ren is so beautiful. Every time you go, the old woman throws fruits to the cart." It is about the beautiful man Pan An going out on the street, and even the old woman is crazy about it. Such flowers, plants, fruits, etc. are thrown into Pan An's cart, and even full.

This is a precedent for the idol school.

Ye Junsheng was mentally prepared for this, without any surprise. His face was as quiet as water, and he only cared about worshiping statues of saints and Confucians. He turned a deaf ear to the noisy calls around him.

As a time traveler who has experienced ups and downs, this kind of landscape is just a pediatrician.

My heart was pious and sincere, and suddenly I secretly opened my spiritual eyes and looked at the statue of the saint who had been admired for a long time. The eyes flashed with a ray of light, and when it came back, my eyes felt a little painful, and I quickly closed my mind.

The statue of the saint is actually brilliant and has achieved a beautiful image. It is not because of its birth, but because it has been worshipped and worshipped by countless reading sounds over the years and blessed by the body.

After a long worship, I became a god, and it turns out that way.

It’s a pity that these qi cannot be absorbed in the statue and turned into one’s own use.

Constraining distracting thoughts, Ye Junsheng's view gradually became clear and he bowed deeply. When he got up, he felt something strange. When he glanced at him, he saw Gu Wendao staring at him with a gloomy face. When he saw that he was discovered, his eyes flashed with resentment and shifted away.

Ye Junsheng raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

Gu Wenfa clenched his fists unwillingly, and was angry: What a Ye Junsheng, you dare to tease me. In the competition, you will suppress you no matter what, so that you can vent your hatred!

At the Yangzhou New Year's Conference, he was originally full of confidence and was the focus of attention. He wanted to fire the first shot and win the first place. Unexpectedly, he ended in a shameful way. How could he tolerate the arrogant person?

He thought that Ye Junsheng must have deliberately concealed his identity and played with him, otherwise how could such a coincidence happen?

What a despicable villain!

After that incident, not only did Gu Wendao suffer a great blow, but the attitude of the second young master Ximen changed drastically and he became very cold.

The culprit of all this is Ye Junsheng.

"Hmph, let you be proud for a moment. When the competition officially begins, I will let you see that your true talent and strength cannot be replaced by any conspiracy. You will definitely be revealed and you will get out of Yangzhou in shame!"

After the worship, everyone entered in a row without making a noise. They walked to the square and took their seats in a close call.

After the person sat down, he made a little adjustment and his own book boy gave him the four treasures to the room and placed them one by one on the table.

The knight's horse and the swordsman's sword. For scholars, Fang Sibao is their most advantageous "weapon". Due to personal hobbies, the tools of each talented man are different. When displayed, they look spectacular.

Ye Junsheng's book boy is his sister. He made standard men's clothing, with red lips and white teeth, handsome and charming, standing beside him, ready to help his brother grind ink at any time.

Gu asked the other side and recognized him, which made him even more angry: What a good Ye Junsheng, he actually used his sister to act as a book boy, and he was simply worse than a beast!

The personnel sat down one after another, and representatives of officials at the head of the upper office began to speak, which was nothing more than some encouragement. After the speech, the judges reiterated the rules and regulations of the competition.

What a lot of complicated tape, I won't mention it.

The spring thunder rolled, and the raindrops were denser.

The four gates of Yangzhou City are wide open, but at this moment, there are very few pedestrians entering and leaving, and it seems deserted.

Suddenly, a horse came to the east gate. It was not a horse, but a donkey. It seemed that it was still a donkey with a misty foot, flashing and slow speed.

The old man on the donkey's back had white hair and a bun, and a torn felt hat on his head, barely covering up some wind and rain. He looked dizzy and looked old.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city gate only glanced at him and shouted weakly: "Well, the old man, come into the city to get the donkey."

When the other party heard this, he woke up like a dream. He carefully got off the donkey's back, grinned, and his mouth was covered in white teeth, and it was very neat.

He led the donkey into the city without stopping all the way, heading straight toward the direction of the Chenghuang Temple.

On rainy days, there are many people coming to the City God Temple to worship, and there are no pilgrims coming for a long time.

The old man led the lame donkey to the magnificent City God Temple, but did not go in. He stood outside, narrowing his eyes, and suddenly he looked at the gloomy sky with a happy look, as if he had seen some mystery, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Today, the City God is not in his position, so there is no need to worship him. It is a waste to worship him."

He murmured, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be talking to the two aunts who came to worship God with this basket.

"Neuropathy!"

The two old ladies slapped their mouths and ignored them and went straight into the temple. One of them looked back slightly, but was surprised to find that the strange man and donkey had disappeared.

Walked so fast.

"This is the most honorable competition for talented men in the world. The plaques were given to the emperor's family and given gold plaques. Now this plaque is placed in the academy. Whoever can win the title can take it home, gloriously gloriously, and prominent family."

"The competition unit is divided into four parts, including poems, pens and ink, calligraphy, and music. Today is the first day of the competition, and the comparison is calligraphy. This unit is very free, without topics or uncertain patterns, and everyone can play it freely. The time is limited to one stick of incense. After the incense is burned, the ink is put aside. If there is a foul, all the results will be invalid."

"Now, everyone can let the book boy polish the ink."

Scholars, who have some faces, will have children around them. From laying paper and grinding ink, to laying beds and folding quilts, or even warming the bed, they are basically like slaves. However, children themselves must be well-behaved and well-understood and understand some poems. In this regard, they are personal secretaries.

With a command, the book boy who was serving the great talents immediately started to work and quickly helped the master polish ink.

Grinding ink is a meticulous skill, posture, movement, and time to add water. If you don’t understand the skills, the quality of the ink you grind is not good enough to heat and the thickness is not appropriate, which will affect the performance of the pen and ink.

As for the material requirements of the brush and ink itself, it is well known that of course the above products are the best, so there is no need to repeat them. In this regard, it also greatly tests the scholar's family's wealth and poverty. Poor families not only cannot afford the four treasures of good houses, but when they are embarrassed, they will even write a pen until they are bald before they can replace it with a new one.

Since his development, Ye Junsheng's Fang Sibao has used the most advantageous materials. As an iconic guy, he shouldn't be perfunctory. Only with good tools can you do good things, and you can't save money.

Along the way, Ye Junmei had been grinding the ink for her brother for many times, but she had already become familiar with her. She immediately asked to roll up her sleeves, revealing her white wrist that was shaking the frost and snow, holding the ink block, and grinding it skillfully.

A piece of white rice paper had already spread out on the desk, pressing it with paperweight on all sides to prevent it from rolling up.

The paperweight is naturally an ordinary product. Ye Junsheng would not have spit out the mysterious yellow stone seal of heaven and earth, and it would be useless to use the big picture. Moreover, in today's calligraphy unit, he did not mean to use the treasure seal to "cheate".

Ye Junsheng has been practicing calligraphy for a long time, is confident, and is unwilling to rely too much on treasures in this competition. This may not be a good thing for his own state of mind.

Now is the time to test the results of hardship…”

Boom!

There was a sudden loud bang in the sky, and it was thunder.

The thunder sounded like a thunderbolt, and suddenly sounded, which scared many people and their hearts were trembling.

"How come this thunder sounds a bit unusual?"

Ye Junsheng stumbled.

When Ye Junmei heard this, she gave him anger and said, "My brother, when is it now? I still have the leisure to care about the thunder in the sky."

"Okay, the time to grind ink is up, light incense, and start writing."
Chapter completed!