A few days ago, Zhang Wei thought he was seeing a flat mountain. He knew that he was about to enter and realized that this was a city.

Looking at the royal city in front of him, Zhang Wei felt that he had thought too little before. He thought that the name of this city was so vulgar, but it only appeared after he came. No matter what name he used in this city, you would feel that the name became domineering. Now when you think about it, the royal city is too suitable for this place. The City of Kings, owning this city is the king, and having this city means Dahua Shenzhou. This city is square and well-connected, with nine city gates in each direction. It seems that there are more city gates, which are not conducive to defense in wartime, but the emperor who owns this city does not need to defend or something.

Zhang Wei walked towards the royal city, a few miles behind Zhang Wei. He Dongjiang looked at Zhang Wei's figure entering the city and muttered: "You kid is in the early stage of getting angry, why are you still walking so slowly? I don't know how to walk faster along the way, so I'll help you deal with many "little thieves".

At the east gate of the Wangcheng City, Zhang Wei was stopped by the guards. The guard stood straight and said in a straight voice: "Lu Yin." Zhang Wei was stunned and quickly flipped through his package to see if he could find something like identity certificate. As a result, he turned out a wooden sign in the package. I don't know if it could be used. He held the wooden sign in his hand and looked at it for a while. The wooden sign was square with a willow leaf on it. When the guard saw the wooden sign, he immediately looked much more respectful. He owed his body slightly and whispered: "Please."

When Zhang Wei saw it, he thought he was going to pay a few ingots of silver to stuff it over. When he saw that he was exempted, he packed the package and went in happily.

Walking along the way, I entered the city. The road was six meters wide, paved with huge bluestone slabs, and shops were lined with both sides of the road, which was very prosperous. I looked at the signs and Dongchunfeng Street. I walked in and walked very long and didn't know who to look for. Thinking about the savings of He Dongjiang in my package, I felt at ease.

Next to the road, I saw a very large courtyard with a plaque "Wenju Instrument" hanging above the gate. Zhang Wei didn't understand what this place was, so he went in and visited. The boy at the entrance of Wenju Instrument looked at Zhang Wei. He saw that Zhang Wei was in the early days of his infancy, so he didn't stop Zhang Wei and let him go in. The boy thought to himself, which casual cultivator was this? It was too late to come today. Besides, his outfit was not liked by the teachers inside.

Zhang Wei walked along the way, passed a few small courtyards, and came to the intermediate courtyard. He saw that there were a bunch of literati in front of him, wearing literati uniforms, and only a very small number were ordinary clothes similar to his own. Looking at the center of the corps, a high platform stood in the middle, and an old man stood in the center of the corpses, and the old man said, "Today, the literati in the corpses of the corpses, who has any excellent works to give to everyone to appreciate?"

After hearing this, a man in a white scribe suit came forward and handed over what he had done recently from his hand. While handing it out, he smiled and said to the people around him: "I've been offering ugly, I've been offering ugly."

Seeing this, the old man on the high platform said to a boy beside him: "Qingmo, come and read this person's article." The boy named Qingmo saw the work flying over with a piece of his hand. After Qingmo got the work, he opened the paper and read it: "Seven hundred flying in front of the eaves, snow-white, back garden stagnant. In the side of the full house, wild cows gathered at home." After reading it, Qingmo's face turned red and stood there. After hearing it, the old man asked the author of the stinky poem: "Tell me the meaning of your poem."

Seeing that the old man looked bad, the author opened his mouth and said, "The harrier eagle I raised in my house flew in front of the eaves, which can be worth 700 cents. The washed clothes were hung in the back garden, and they were as white as snow after drying. They were as stiff as snow. When they were full, they lie on their side in the house. If they don't go to work, the feces at home will inevitably attract many dung beetles in the wild. This is the meaning." As soon as he finished speaking, the old man shouted loudly: "Insulting a gentleman, insulting a gentleman!" After saying that, he waved his right hand and saw the stinky poet suddenly fly to the distance and fly directly outside the Wenju courtyard.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei was surprised. He thought this was a place for scholars to learn from, but he didn't know that the people here were so powerful. Suddenly, he remembered that monk Sanhuai and Hua Ziyu told him that literati often used articles in books to understand the world and practice. He had never seen it before, and Zhang Wei always felt how powerful it was. At this time, when he saw the old man waved his hand, he suddenly had a new understanding. It turned out that the literary monk was also very powerful.

The old man looked at the literati in the yard and continued, "This kind of ignorant person who is not good at learning and ignorant is really unconventional. Alas! I won't mention that person, who has any masterpieces for everyone to appreciate?" There were still a few people who wanted to come forward to hand in their works, but at this time they also weighed the level of their works so as not to make a fool of themselves and offend Zhao Wenyuan, the president of the resident of the wuju Academy, which would be more than worth the loss.

Seeing that no one of the people handed over the works, Dean Zhao Wenyuan continued: "Don't be afraid. When you encounter good poems and good articles, it will be very helpful for the improvement of our literary monks. I accidentally got an article by chance. Its artistic conception and grand momentum were profound. I read it for a long time, so I realized the practice. Later, in the Wenju Sect, I was at the peak of my qi entering the qi at that time. As a result, I was lucky enough to read many works by literary masters and sages before breaking through the realm and entering the Environmental Palace. Because, don't miss the possibility of reading any good article to revitalize my literary strength."

Seeing Dean Zhao Wenyuan being tempted and a scholar took out his work. Qing Mo took over the work at Zhao Wenyuan's instructions, opened it and read it: "The cool moon is like a brow hanging on the willow bay, looking at the mirror of the mountain in the middle of the night. Lanxi rains for three days, and carp come to the beach in the middle of the night." After reading it, Qing Mo seemed to think the poem was pretty good, so he looked up at Zhao Wenyuan.

Zhao Wenyuan gently stroked his beard with his right hand, savored it carefully, and said, "This poem is written ingeniously. The feelings of the mountains and rivers and the scenery of the fishermen are integrated together. They are not abrupt, and they are very natural. It is not bad. Do everyone have any insights when listening to this poem?"

People around me seemed to think it was good after listening to this poem. Even Zhang Wei thought it was well written, but he had no insights when listening to the poem. It is not suitable for me to practice with literature. I should honestly continue the orthodox practice method.

Seeing that everyone did not respond, Zhao Wenyuan seemed to be expecting it and said, "The poem is well written, but the artistic conception is still a little worse." Facing the author of the poem, he asked, "Who are you? What kind of cultivation?" This question was very rude, but the people around him envied the author very much. It was obvious that Dean Zhao had a bright eye for this person.

The scholar looked happy and answered respectfully, saying, "Return to the dean, I am Dai Shulun, and my cultivation is at the middle stage of entering the Qi."

"Okay! Qingshi, take this son to register in the inner door of my Wenju Gate."

When everyone heard this, they immediately talked about it. They all thought that it was reasonable for Dai Shulun to enter the outer door, but it was extremely lucky to be able to enter the inner door. It seemed that the stinky poet helped Dai Shulun before. Only with comparison would I think Dai Shulun was better, so in sharp contrast, Dai Shulun seemed even better.

Zhang Wei made a lot of fools in Aolai Country, and this time he became much more obedient. He just watched there and read for a long time. After that, there were no amazing articles and it was almost dark. Zhang Wei followed the crowd out of Wenjuyuan.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!