The next day, the poetry examination for the public school was held as scheduled. As Mo said, the students in the classroom seemed to be confident. Ye Xingyuan sat in the hall without feeling the slightest tension in his classmates. Perhaps the poems had been prepared in advance.

However, with Ye Xingyuan's confidence, he didn't want to think about what kind of poetry others had prepared. Even if he asked a Jinshi who was named to write a poem, could he be able to beat the wonderful chapters in his womb?

The instructor entered the door and worshiped the portrait of Wen Sheng hanging in the classroom. He inserted a thread of incense burner in front of the portrait. He turned around and said seriously: "The topic is limited to one stick of incense, and the theme is not limited to the rhyme. If you finish it, you will take it to me to read it!"

Going out of the frontier? Ye Xingyuan smiled. Before the title came out, he was still closing his eyes and pondering, thinking carefully about the thousands of poems he memorized in his previous life because of his hobbies. He was worried that he would give a detached topic, so he had to search for the corresponding poems, or even cut and splice them. But this topic of "going out of the frontier" was just right at his mouth, and he could just write it out easily.

Actually, it is not surprising that you will also take poetry tests in the imperial examinations in the future, but the National Talent Ceremony, and the headquarters for the title of the question cannot be like Feng Huaxue, and the question of going out is more appropriate.

This dynasty has a vast territory, which is even larger than the strong Han and Tang dynasties in history. After all, it is in a specious and mutant world. There are two types of borders on the border: one is the monster race that cannibalizes people, and the other is the barbarian race that worships strange gods, which are collectively called the place where there is no place to accept the kingdom.

Since the arrival of Wen Sheng, the battle between humans and demons has been endless. Now the court is full of luck, which has made the demons in the foreign land breathless, and most of the barbarians bow down to their superiors. However, in history, they have attacked and defended each other. Although the enemies they face in front of the frontier are different, their moods are no different, and the poems are naturally the same.

What Ye Xingyuan had to think about was whether he needed to "write" a "good" poem that shocked everyone - that was too simple; or "write" a poem that was not so arrogant and slightly lower-key, just enough - this would be difficult.

After all, there are many good poems that have been passed down through the ages in his memory. For Ye Xingyuan, the difficulty of "writing" bad poems is far greater than writing "good" poems.

After a little thought, Ye Xingyuan's womb had a final decision.

He is an outsider, a countryman, and a freshman is too rebellious and not popular with the elderly and the natives of the city. But he doesn’t have to care. He is just a group of students and teachers in the province. Perhaps he is just a passerby in life!

Of course they have the capital to be conceited! They may not understand their depth, but that is their mistake!

They don’t know that they can write “The way of heaven can reduce the excess and make up for the shortcomings”! They don’t know that they can shout “There is no order of learning, and those who are good at learning will be their teachers”! They don’t know that Ye Xingyuan is unique and different from ordinary people like them!

Compared with the imperial examination road of pursuing destiny and exploring the secrets of heaven, what are these people? The more they are in this hostile environment, the more they have to put in some real skills!

Why do stupid people always account for the majority? Unconsciously, the experiences in the past few days aroused a madness in Ye Xingyuan's heart.

He picked up the pen and wrote without adding points to the text. He read it in one stroke. A quatrain appeared on the paper. "The sand in front of Dule Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the Ten Thousand Demon City is like frost. I don't know where to blow the reed tubes, and I'll conquer people all over my hometown overnight."

Dule Peak is the holy mountain of the demon clan. Wan Yao City was once the capital of the demon clan in the foreign land. In ancient times, soldiers from the frontier were unstoppable, sweeping over half of the desert, killing all the demon clans in the foreign land, almost capturing all the demon clans in the foreign land.

This poem imagines the scene of the day, and pity the husband's homesickness and sincere feelings. Ye Xingyuan realized that it was enough. Seeing that everyone around him was pretending to be thinking hard and did not dare to hand in the paper in advance, he felt a little disdainful.

He shook the test paper, held it up with both hands, and sent it to the desk in front of the instructor with respect, "Sir, the student's poem has been completed."

The instructor was still closing his eyes to rest. He was a little surprised when he heard someone handing in the paper. When he opened his eyes, it turned out to be Ye Xingyuan, and he was even more surprised. Others knew the question in advance, but they didn't hand in the paper so early. Why was Ye Xingyuan the first one?

The trainer took the test paper and couldn't help but take a few glances first, and his wrists shook slightly.

Could it be that this kid also got the title in advance and asked someone to do it on his behalf? To be fair, the poem on the volume is the best, especially the last sentence "I'll send you all my hometown in one night", and the picture seems to be vividly displayed on paper.

The compassionate meaning is very magnanimous! Not to mention the examinations of their public schools, even at the Hanlin poetry meeting, if you take the topic of going out of the border, you can still finish this poem!

How could he be criticized? The instructor suddenly felt that the two ingots of silver in his sleeve became heavier than Taishan. He didn't want to give Ye Xingyuan a warning for the sake of money, but also for the sake of his colleagues' face. Zhu Xun was angry yesterday and jumped up and down to connect a group of instructors to drive Ye Xingyuan out of the school, which made him difficult to refute his old colleagues' face.

In addition, the intentional instigation was deliberately instigated by the financial supporter, and the instructor was happy to see that it was successful, so he suddenly arranged the poetry exam, just to humiliate Ye Xingyuan first.

After thinking about it, the trainee gritted his teeth, gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to cover the scroll, and said angrily: "This poem is not good, the idea is inappropriate! Fighting for the country and attacking the city of Wan Yao, it was the time to destroy this ceremonial food in one go. Where did so many thoughts come from?"

It’s just an internal examination for the public school. Anyway, the scope of circulation is limited. Besides, the only evaluation standard for today’s examination is himself. As long as he is distorted, even if he is black, he can be said to be white. What can Ye Xingyuan do?

When Ye Xingyuan heard this, he couldn't help but laughed in anger. This poem about going out to the frontier can be suppressed by political incorrectness, and this coach has a very thick-skinned face.

But Ye Xingyuan was not in a hurry and said calmly: "Sir, since the incense stick is not burned yet, the students will do it again."

He didn't take back the test paper he had just presented, turned around and got off the podium, sat back in his seat. He brushed a few strokes, but in the blink of an eye, he wrote another poem and gave it to the instructor again.

You still have it? After the instructor looked down and read Ye Xingyuan's new poem, his mind seemed to be suddenly blown up, his eyes staring like a copper bell, but his face was forcibly suppressed, and the weather was uncertain. The students below saw that the intuition looked extremely strange.

As usual, the scroll has only twenty-eight characters, but it is surging. If you want to break the paper, you will fly out! "The long clouds in Qinghai are dark in the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar. The yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles, and you will never return until you break Loulan!"

He was vigorous and grand, and his heart was fierce. As expected, he had no thoughts about leaving others, and only the heroic spirit was left. Ye Xingyuan smiled and said, "I just heard the teacher's teachings and had some experience. This poem can make it even more!"

The instructor was dumbfounded. He had thought that Ye Xingyuan would write another poem before, but his momentum had declined. In any case, it would be impossible to have the level of "striving people and looking at home" just now. Even if this Ye asked someone to write a poem with a lot of money, he would not waste money and make two good poems for later use, right?

"Not good!" The instructor looked at the stars and made a point of reasoning. "This poem is not hard, like a rough martial artist, without any literati elegance! Not good!"

Ye Xingyuan seemed to have expected that he would say this, but he was still not angry. He nodded calmly and replied: "There is still time, so let the students write again."

The instructor looked at Ye Xingyuan returning to his seat, and his heart was filled with some bad premonition. He also saw Ye Xingyuan pick up his pen and wrote four more sentences lightly. The instructor didn't realize that his forehead was sweating and he felt a little weak.

"Looking east of my hometown, the road is long, and my sleeves are long and my tears are not dry. I meet you immediately without paper and pen, and I report my peace according to your slogans." This poem is purely written in the tone of traveling to the frontier, only to write back the meeting of the horse, but the meaning is profound. If it weren't for the fact that a 16 or 17-year-old boy standing in front of me, just looking at this poem, I only think it is an artistic conception that only the envoys and officials of the Western Regions of the court can have.

The coach did not speak for a while, and then he almost gritted his teeth and said, "No! A sour smell of love among children! How can I be generous and upright husband be heroic! We scholars have a lot of heart, so why should we imitate Chu Prison and weep with their children!"

Ye Xingyuan was still calm, expressionless, and there was a slight fluctuation. This time he simply brought all the paper and pen to the podium, listened to the refutation of the instructor, and was too lazy to even reply a sentence, so he just took the pen and lowered his head before writing.

"Grape wine, luminous cup, and you want to drink the pipa immediately. Don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war in ancient times?" Do you want to be bold? I will give you boldness! Drunk on the battlefield, laughing happily, who can write such a heroic spirit?

Another song came out? One song was even better than the other! The examiner seemed a little confused and felt like he was a ghost!

Lianlian saw top verses nothing, but if Lianlian denies and criticizes top verses, the pressure on scholars is not ordinary. Unless they are extremely extreme and arrogant, they can't do this.

The instructor who was the chief examiner was only considered an ordinary person. At this moment, the pressure was so great that his eyes were red, and he lost his mind because of the impact. He denied Ye Xingyuan's poem like a mechanical one. "Not good! The crazy life is without literary meaning."

Ye Xingyuan finally smiled. It was no longer the ancient well without waves. The pen was like a storm, and the paper was flew out of the scroll and threw it in front of the coach. It was still a quatrain! "I swear to sweep away the Huns without any care. Five thousand sable brocades were lost to Hu Chen. I was pitiful to the bones by the Wuding River, but I was still a person in the deep boudoir dream!"

At this time, he didn't wait for the instructor to comment. Seeing that the incense line in the incense burner in front of Wen Sheng was only half lit, he nodded slightly, and chanted while writing, and in an instant he got another song.

"I want to reach the sky when I leave my house and see the moon full again. I don't know where to stay tonight, and the walls are vast and vast."

The instructor's eyes were straight, and he couldn't speak a word, but he couldn't even say anything!

The students below had already prepared their poems. Now they were about to see that the time was about to be together and were about to hand in the paper, but when they saw this scene, who could stand up?

Although Ye Xingyuan was not quarrel or quarrel on the podium, and the instructor didn't say anything, it seemed very calm, but they were not fools. How could they feel the invisible turbulence of wind and thunder? It seemed that if they would be crushed to pieces when they were caught in it.

After all, everyone is a scholar, and they still have basic appreciation ability. Although this poem cannot resonate with the secrets of heaven, the description and praise of emotions and beauty are a common feeling for all mankind. Ye Xingyuan's poems have reached the point that they are afraid...

"Hahahaha!" Seeing that the time was coming, the instructor was already stupid, and the classmates in the classroom were timid and dared not come forward. Ye Xingyuan suddenly felt uncontrollable and laughed to the sky wherever he was excited.

However, his head raised his movements were a little more violent, and the scarf fell to the ground, and his hair suddenly dispersed, with a bit of aura of "taking off his hat and revealing his head in front of the prince, and wielding his brush as if falling paper like clouds."

"The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dust is light, and the guest house is green and green willows are fresh. I advise you to add a glass of wine and go west to Yangguan without any friends."

"The sky is far away among the white clouds, and there is an isolated city of thousands of feet high mountains. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not cross Yumen Pass."

"The bright moon was in the old time, and the people of thousands of miles of Long March had not returned. But the flying general in Longcheng was here, so I would not teach Hu Ma to cross Yinshan!"

Now that things have come to this point, Ye Xingyuan has any reservations. You are not going to choose my bad today? I will let you choose it, and I will write it upright and write it all in front of you, a mediocre villain, to see how many bad you dare to say! How many bad you can say!

After all, the path of poetry is not the saint Tianji. Ye Xingyuan has also found the way. The name of poetry will not attract the attention and feedback of Tianji. Since this is the case, what can I do if I spend a lot of money today?

Any poem of today can be passed down to later generations. Ye Xingyuan's current writing is rising, and he is crazy and desperate, throwing out one after another like a bead of cannon, just like a drum and a heavy hammer, echoing in front of the coach.

Especially the last combos of these three songs, which are all works of eternity, with a magnificent momentum and a mighty one, just like thunder coming to the world, enough to shock ghosts and monsters and shock them!

The trainer was extremely unstable, and he was angry, ashamed, and ashamed. Suddenly, he screamed and spit out a mouthful of blood!

"How can there be this person in the world? How can there be this poem in the world? Impossible! Impossible!" He screamed wildly, completely losing the dignity of a scholar and staggering out of the door. As if he was afraid that Ye Xingyuan would write another poem, he didn't even dare to look back!

Except for Ye Xingyuan, the students in the whole class were as stupid as clay sculptures and silence.

Only the test papers that were crazily raised by the trainees fell into the air and fell one after another. The ink words on the white paper seemed to turn into gold, and the bright light made people unable to open their eyes.
Chapter completed!