Chapter 248

Li Shenguang walked out of the chief examiner's room first; the examiners looked at Hong Xuanji, who was still like a clay bodhisattva, bowed to each other, and followed closely behind.

A green light flashed in Li Shenguang's eyes, and he pointed to the roof of an examination cell in the west and said, "Look, that should be where Master Xie is. The spirit of the writing is soaring into the sky, like the smoke of a Martial Saint's essence; however, the Martial Saint's essence is domineering, while Master Xie's essence is upright, soft with hardness, enough to compete with the sun and moon."

There was nothing on the roof, but in Li Shenguang's eyes, he could see a soft, tough, white light rushing straight into the sky, giving people a sense of vastness and uprightness.

Other examiners discarded distracting thoughts one after another, using their spirit in their eyes.

It's just that their cultivation of spirit was not deep enough, and they could only barely sense that a strong literary spirit was erupting.

Li Shenguang looked toward the east again and exclaimed, "That must be where the great Confucian scholars of the Hundred Sages are; they truly live up to the name of the families of the Hundred Sages, each with literary spirit soaring into the sky. Although individually they are not as good as Master Xie, the phenomenon of so many people's literary spirit connecting into a piece is also a grand event rarely seen in a hundred years."

In his eyes, countless characters were soaring into the sky, as brilliant as the stars in the sky.

Other examiners also looked toward the east, and someone exclaimed, "What a strong literary spirit; I feel that everything in front of me is white, and it seems that countless stars are flickering within it. When I looked at Master Xie earlier, I didn't have such a feeling."

Others nodded one after another.

Although they could only vaguely sense it, the phenomenon was too vast, and it was hard not to see it clearly.

………

This feeling was like one's own treasure being snatched away by someone else.

They were descendants of the Hundred Sages, which was also what they were most proud of.

Every character they wrote was a baptism of their thoughts.

Just at this moment, the Emperor of Gan was slightly moved, looking at the top of the examination hall in the distance.

Although Hong Xuanji sat with his eyes closed, the entire examination hall was within his perception.

"I wonder what other experts are hidden here besides them?"

"The Master said: A commoner can be a teacher for a hundred generations, and a single word can be the law for the world."

When he finished writing, a huge and oppressive essence suddenly rushed into the sky.

Such a phenomenon woke everyone up.

The Imperial Palace.

The state of thought is close to the sage's way; this is a Sub-Sage.

Buzz! Buzz!

At the same time, the statues of the Hundred Sages enshrined in the temple also shook violently in an instant.

Fenghua Lou.

The chief examiner's room.

The sound of this shaking echoed throughout the examination hall.

Fang Yuan was even more distracted, and the ink almost dripped onto the examination paper; he said in disbelief, "The Hundred Sages resonate; how is this possible? Unless the state of thought is close to the sage's way, it is impossible for Yin Qi to trigger the Hundred Sages to resonate."

Fang Yuan was confident: "The world is so big; in terms of literary talent, only Xie Wenyuan can compete with me. It's a pity that he came to take the exam this time to remonstrate with the Emperor through his article, so he definitely won't catch the Emperor's eye."

"I wonder where the Earl of Longxiang is? These great Confucian scholars from the families of the Hundred Sages are all aiming at him."

This Fenghua Lou was the tallest building in the Imperial City.

"And Yin Qi, if he can't even beat the great Confucian scholars of the Hundred Sages in the Metropolitan Examination, let alone the subsequent debate."

……

The Emperor of Gan pointed toward the examination hall from afar and said to Ji Changyue, "Changyue, I called you here this time to see the literary spirit of our Great Gan with you. Culture is related to the rise and fall of a dynasty; the stronger the literary spirit, the more prosperous the dynasty."

Ji Changyue wore a Daoist robe and said, "Twenty years ago, I received the guidance of the late Emperor and achieved the rank of top scholar, but looking at the literary spirit of the examination hall today, I truly feel ashamed. Master Wenyuan's article spirit reaches the sky and competes with the sun and moon; I cannot compare."

This top scholar position is mine.

"The families of the Hundred Sages, they truly are extraordinary."

But if he couldn't even beat an eight-year-old child, then he had nothing to say.

"Hmm?"

……

"This article can be called a work of heaven; it's hard to have such talent in this life."

Li Shenguang was about to return to the chief examiner's room when he suddenly turned around, looked at the violently shaking statues of the Hundred Sages, and exclaimed in shock: "The Hundred Sages resonate! This is the Hundred Sages resonating! Whose article is this that can actually trigger the Hundred Sages to resonate?"

"Good Fang Yuan, it is actually a magnificent article, enough to compete with Xie Wenyuan; no wonder he could be secretly cultivated by Meng Shenji. And Hong Yi, you rebellious son, you pride yourself on your literary talent; after this Metropolitan Examination, let's see how you can still be arrogant?"

The Emperor of Gan, the Crown Prince, the Prince of He, the Prince of Yu, and several commandery princes, as well as Ji Changyue and others, overlooked Yujing City.

But to say who couldn't accept it the most, it had to be the great Confucian scholars of the families of the Hundred Sages; their expressions changed drastically, and they exclaimed, "Impossible, this is impossible; the old man doesn't believe it!"

"The eight-year-old little genius Fang Yuan of the Fang family seems to be in that position. Minister, what did you see?"

An examiner next to him asked hurriedly.

Li Shenguang suddenly turned his head and saw a brilliant light rising from the front, rushing straight into the sky. It shone on the sky, faintly forming a cloud, as brilliant as brocade.

……

Inside the chief examiner's room, Hong Xuanji also opened his eyes abruptly, his gaze shooting out like substance.

Other examiners were also extremely curious.

"Although Xie Wenyuan is a master of the literary world, I won't lose to him."

He integrated all his essence, energy, and spirit into the article, seemingly faintly resonating with the Hundred Sages in the temple.

……

He couldn't help but ask in shock: "Who is in that place?"

Li Shen looked at the sky, at the brilliant brocade cloud, and couldn't help but mutter: "What a little genius, the spirit of the literary spirit is elegant and not scattered, penetrating the body, actually like brocade."

Everyone was discussing heatedly.

No matter what, Yin Qi is just a martial artist."

No matter what, Yin Qi is just a teenager; for you ninety-nine great Confucian scholars to join forces to bully a teenager, this is too shameless, unworthy of being a scholar.

Hong Xuanji thought to himself, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Among those statues of the Hundred Sages, there were their ancestors!

Even if the Hundred Sages resonated, it should have been triggered by them, but why was it someone else?

The Emperor of Gan smiled lightly: "You are now the Sect Master of the Zheng Yi Dao, having cultivated for twenty years; although Xie Wenyuan was your teacher back then, you have now surpassed your teacher, haven't you?"

After the opening, Hong Yi's literary thoughts flowed like a spring.

Ji Changyue was also moved.

……

"Huh? Magnificent article!"

In the Imperial Palace, on Fenghua Lou, the Emperor of Gan and Ji Changyue were also shocked.

Compared to the great Confucian scholars, even if he lost, Hong Yi still had an excuse.

Li Shenguang frowned slightly; he actually didn't like the families of the Hundred Sages.

Ji Changyue shook his head and said: "We cultivate the Dao, but we only cultivate techniques. If it's about defeating the enemy and subduing demons, we have some means. But when it comes to the understanding of the Great Dao, that's far from it."

As he waved his brush, lines of dancing and agile handwriting appeared on the paper.

"I saw a magnificent article!"

Although he had finished writing, Hong Yi was still immersed in the article, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses, awakened by the shaking of the statues of the Hundred Sages in the examination hall.

He was shocked at first, and then he understood.

Hong Yi's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Martial arts, Daoist methods, and even immortal arts, I might not be as good as you. But when it comes to articles, I won this time."