In the 3,450th year of Xuanyuan Li, the sun was born on the top of the mountain. The smoke from the cooking stove was curling in front of the house and behind the house. The sound of chickens and dogs was heard. It was at dawn in Qianshan Village.

Life in the mountain village is simple and there is not much entertainment. If there is a little bit of trouble, it will become a hot gossip in various villages.

Qianshan Village has been talking most recently. Last month, Ye Xingyuan, who just passed the first place in the village society exam, was in a coma for three consecutive days. This genius scholar, known as the most promising place in the village, has become a living dead person, which is so worried that his sister will cry every day.

Everyone knew about it. I heard that there was a cliff carving in the mountain that was a spectacular sight. The three large vermilion characters "Cosmic tip" were written on it. The brushwork was dripping and the sharpness was revealed, which was of great benefit to the practice of calligraphy. So Ye Xingyuan and several classmates went into the mountains and climbed up to the cliff to see the stone carving.

No one was abnormal, but only Ye Xingyuan became dazed when he saw the three big words "Yuzhou Feng". His eyes were staring at him for a long time, and finally fainted on the spot, which scared his classmates so much that they carried him home.

Ye Xingyuan's parents died, and he was in a coma for three days. His tired sister Ye Cuizhi rushed back from her husband's house and took care of her day and night. The neighbors also talked about this for three days.

Another day passed, when Ye Cuizhi returned to her husband's house to get rice and grain, Ye Xingyuan suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed. He was sweating all over and his mind was drowsy, as if he had a big dream in a trance.

No one knew that at this time, Ye Xingyuan's soul had been replaced by another person, from another time and space.

There was a square table beside the bed, and there was a teapot with a mouthless mouth on the table. Ye Xingyuan touched the table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, and drank it clean. He felt astringent in his mouth and felt uncomfortable as if there was a layer of stuff sticking to his tongue. It was not the time to be picky at this moment.

He wore a blue shirt with a collar and a patch was secretly applied to the corner of his clothes. The skylight shot in from the small window, illuminating the humble room. There was nothing else in the house, only a half-old scroll.

The memory in his mind is very disordered, such as the pages that need to be sorted and repaired. Ye Xingyuan still needs time to slowly absorb the information in it. But judging from the decoration of this house and his own clothes, there is no doubt that he has traveled through time.

Is it Song? Is it Ming? Is it? Is it because I have no money behind my head, so there is no need to worry about falling into the fishy Hu Chao. This is finally worth Ye Xingyuan's relief.

"If I were born in the prosperous imperial examination, it might be my place to use it." Looking at some scattered old books and slightly concave stone inkstones on the table, and the calluses on my fingers, Ye Xingyuan could be sure that this person was a scholar.

Before his soul traveled through time, he worked hard as a top Chinese master of the 21st century young generation. Countless poetry and essay materials are still vivid in his mind. It was originally just a useless dragon-slaying technique in the pile of old papers, but now it seems that it may become his foundation.

After a while of trance, Ye Xingyuan opened the door and walked out with his eyes narrowed. His body was still a little weak, and his knees were aching, as if it was swollen. He could not help but stagger when he walked.

Ye Xingyuan frowned. This body seemed a little weak. The situation of insufficient nutrition and insufficient exercise was very obvious. It seemed that there was a little hypoglycemia, which caused the eyes to be confused. Perhaps the most urgent task is not to study, but to take good care of your body first.

After adapting to his physical condition, Ye Xingyuan looked around. This was a village in the mountains. He looked at the green mountains and clear waters, and the scenery was beautiful. The population was quite small, but judging from the houses and the dress of the villagers, it was not a wealthy place, but it also had a bit of a paradise.

A young man who was about the same age as Ye Xingyuan passed by the roadside. He was a little surprised when he saw him and said hello, "Brother Ye, can you get up? Can you go to the society together?"

Being more involved in characters is conducive to regaining memories as soon as possible, right? Ye Xingyuan agreed vaguely, followed him in a daze and walked around a field and came to the location of the village east society.

Seeing that there was no one else, the classmate whispered to Ye Xingyuan: "You have been in a coma for several days and have not come to the community. The teacher seized the opportunity and wanted to cancel your quota for the county examination."

Ye Xingyuan vaguely remembered that going to the county town to take the county exam was the beginning of the road to fame and fame. If he passed the exam, he was called Tongsheng. Then he could go to the capital city to get a scholar and officially become a scholar.

There is only one county examination quota for the social studies in this village, which originally belonged to him because Ye Xingyuan was the first in the social examination last time. Does anyone want to make this quota?

However, Ye Xingyuan didn't care. He was a man of two lives and was well-read in poetry and books. He was afraid that a rural tutor would stop his future? Thinking of this, Ye Xingyuan straightened his chest and didn't care about the strangeness in the eyes of other students.

Ye Xingyuan's seat was in the first row, just at the bottom of the tutor, which was indeed a place where the best disciples could sit. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and several old books. Ye Xingyuan, who had empty hands, breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

Mr. Qian walked in slowly from the door and saw Ye Xingyuan sitting in the front row. He was stunned at first, and then walked up to the podium as if nothing had happened.

"Are you ready for the exam today?" Mr. Qian tapped the table with a ruler, his tone was harsh. Before he finished speaking, the students were already filled with sorrow.

But Mr. Qian ignored them, and only glanced at Ye Xingyuan, and asked the question: "Today's exam is "No constant property but perseverance". One stick of incense is limited to one stick of time!"

Ye Xingyuan put down a big stone in his heart. The topic came from "Mencius". Among the four books, "Mencius" is the simplest. After the enlightenment, if you want to read the four books, you should start with "Mencius". He recalled the course. Social science almost finished teaching Mencius, and the rest was just memorized thoroughly.

With Ye Xingyuan's current level, it is certainly not difficult to write an article "No constant property but perseverance". "Those who have no constant property but perseverance are only capable of men; if the people, there is no constant property, because there is no persistence." This means that even if scholars do not have constant property, they still have persistence, which is different from ordinary people. This is the noble political correctness of scholars.

He thought for a moment and calmly polished the ink. While the others were still thinking about it with a frown, he wrote without adding any more words.

When Mr. Qian saw that he wrote quickly, he was surprised and walked slowly behind him. Seeing that his writing was neat and rigorous, his articles were steady, his expression changed slightly.

Ye Xingyuan noticed that the teacher was standing behind him, and was not panicked. He just became more cautious in writing and tried to show the best performance.

He thought that these teenagers had limited levels, so he did not intend to show off his literary talent, but just kept it simple and steady; but this was already amazing in the eyes of Mr. Qian.

Seeing that Ye Xingyuan was unexpected, Master Qian was expressionless, but he was even more displeased. A stick of incense burned out, Master Qian asked someone to collect the papers, and first he picked out Ye Xingyuan's papers to look at them.

Ye Xingyuan sat quietly with a smile, waiting for the results of the test. At this time, he felt even more confident. He was definitely ahead of his own in this society. Who else could I do? He was the first in the first place at the time, but now he is still the first place!

There are only a few other teenagers who can barely write perfunctorily. As long as you scan it quickly, you will know that other people's articles have superficial ideas, imbalanced structures, and there may be two or three typos, and calligraphy is even more different from themselves. Compared with them, they are indeed considered geniuses, although they are just geniuses in the countryside.

Mr. Qian was dark-faced and read Ye Xingyuan's article word by word, sometimes raising his eyebrows and sometimes gritting his teeth. He only showed a little less obvious joy after reading one.

Suddenly, Master Qian slapped the ruler on the desk and shouted: "Ye Xingyuan, are you just showing off such a clumsy thing?"

Ye Xingyuan couldn't help but be stunned and didn't react. Why did the teacher lose his temper at him? Then he was so angry that he laughed. Is this the legendary fingering deer and horse? How thick-skinned it is necessary to use such a low-key suppression method?

It is related to his reputation and even his future. At this time, Ye Xingyuan didn't care about respecting his teacher and stood up and said tit-for-tat: "Mr. Qian, it's better to take a closer look, so as not to miss the beads and make it laugh. It's not good if it spreads."

Mr. Qian was unmoved and mercilessly threw Ye Xingyuan's paper off without any hesitation, and continued to criticize: "You are just like this now? Next month is the county examination. With this black paper, you dare to show your ugly face to the magistrate?"

Black? Ye Xingyuan looked at his paper in confusion. As a top student who has undergone countless exams of all sizes, neat papers is the first priority. This article is clean and there is no modification in one place. Where is black?

Damn! Could it be that it is not enough to point out that a deer is a horse? It also needs to add a black and white? It's so broad daylight that Ye Xingyuan was speechless for a moment. He felt that he couldn't make his own figure so low and refuted. Could it be that Mr. Qian wanted to defeat himself with shamelessness?

A sneering laughter came from around him, and several classmates frowned at each other, and they inevitably had the whispers of gloating.

Some people say: "Ye Xingyuan is indeed useless, and the article has no trace of inspiration."

Someone said, "Ye Xingyuan was still stupid when he was unconscious. He was afraid that his spiritual power would be exhausted long ago and the secret of heaven had been cut off!"

The words "Spiritual Power" and "Tian Ji" fell into your ears. Ye Xingyuan was a little confused at first. What the hell is this? Writing an article is about writing an article. Perhaps you should pay attention to the concept, rhetoric structure and format. What is the relationship with "Spiritual Power" and "Tian Ji"?

Then a roar in my mind, these keywords were like an introduction, evoking a strong memory, and pouring out from the depths of my mind, fusing into Ye Xingyuan's soul!

It can be seen that these keywords are crucial to both the original body and the current Ye Xingyuan! Ye Xingyuan was stunned for a moment and absorbed some of the memories of another soul, and suddenly realized it!

This world evaluates articles and poems, not only to look at literary skills, but the most important thing is to resonate with the secrets of heaven! All of this is the basis for the royal destiny to grant scholars the supernatural powers.

In ancient times, a saint of literature intercepted some of the laws of heaven and established the secrets of heaven to protect the world. Those who possessed the destiny of heaven were the emperors of the world. From then on, the world was respected by literature and Tao.

Furthermore, the secrets of heaven are everywhere, and scholars gain spiritual power by studying the meaning of the scriptures. At the same time, spiritual power is a medium. Scholars use their own spiritual power as a medium to pull the secrets of heaven, which is commonly known as the use of magical powers.

For example, scholars can obtain the magical power of clearing the heart and holy sound, and can influence other people's emotions with the truth. Writing articles in exams is also a kind of display of magical powers, and it is the most basic magical power!

Articles written with spiritual power as a medium can trigger the resonance of the heavenly secrets after pulling the heavenly secrets. This is the absolute standard for judging the quality of the examination article!

First, examine the degree of understanding of the secrets of scholars, and second, examine the degree of spiritual power of scholars. This is the examination-oriented education in Xuanyuan World. Every scholar in Xuanyuan World must accept this standard!

Ye Xingyuan is now just a student of social science. With his normal level, the articles written under his spiritual power will resonate with others when he marks the papers. He should see the stars of spiritual light scattered between the lines, like fireflies. The more light spots, the higher the natural level.

But now Ye Xingyuan's article has nothing to be picky about, including the idea, the word, and the calligraphy, but it is dark and can't even find any light, so he was denounced as "black" by Mr. Qian.

Ye Xingyuan's thoughts were rolling and speechless. Even though Mr. Qian had a different intention, he might be wronged to scold Mr. Qian to turn black and white, and he was indeed a black man.

Why is this Tianji a bit like the magic net in DND? After Ye Xingyuan completely restored his memory, he couldn't help but complain. Now he has no feeling of spiritual power to pull Tianji. The articles he wrote are naturally insulators, and geniuses have become waste...

Mr. Qian did not give Ye Xingyuan any chance to explain, and said coldly, "A few days ago, all the local geniuses came to persuade me, saying that you are already rotten and cannot be carved. The number of places in this county examination should be selected separately! I think you are now dull and unable to make a name for yourself, so you should give up the quota to others!"

County test quota? Ye Xingyuan suddenly raised his head when he heard this. In rural social schools, county test quota is very precious. You must first pass the exam for the children before you are qualified to continue to challenge the fame of scholars!

Go around, this is the most critical issue! What can an article determine whether it is good or bad? Only the county examination quota is a major event that concerns your vital interests!
Chapter completed!