Fighter of the Destiny

The young man was a little thin, but definitely not weak. He seemed to have a lot of strength hidden under his thin clothes.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the rising sun in the east. He was a little yearning for it, but also a little afraid. He didn't dare to approach it, so he was a little deliberately cold, just like Chen Changsheng's attitude towards the prosperous world.

The morning sun gradually rose up, breaking through the thin layer of clouds on the horizon, and finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Everyone was still looking at Chen Changsheng and talking a lot - I heard that he didn't succeed in cleansing his marrow, so why did he get the first place in the imperial examination?

Gou Hanshi raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that Chen Changsheng was a little different today than when he saw him on the Shinto that day, and he couldn't see what changes had taken place.

Naturally, Mao Qiuyu would not line up like ordinary teachers and students. Sitting on the auditorium in the palace, he looked at Chen Changsheng in the distance and thought slightly, the marrow cleansing was successful, but why did he feel a little strange?

Chen Changsheng was about to ask Tang Sanliu if he recognized the lonely young man in the team of Star Reaching Academy, but Priest Xin had already walked over.

We must win. Priest Xin patted his shoulder and said sincerely.

Chen Changsheng was a little confused. Pastor Xin went to the National Education Academy several times in the past few days, but he never said such words. He just wanted to relieve him of the pressure. Why did he say this when the big exam was ahead of him today.

I bought all my money for you to win. Priest Xin looked at him and said: If you can't get the first place on the list today, remember to go to Luoshui tomorrow to collect the corpse for me.

Under the current situation, if Chen Changsheng fails to win the first place, the person who will be most affected will not be the National Education College, but the teaching center behind the traditional teaching college. If the teaching center cannot survive, Reverend Xin will naturally have no future. Yan, in this case, it makes sense for him to use all his family property to buy Chen Changsheng to win.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say, so Tang Sanliu said: No wonder the odds changed so much last night.

In terms of financial activities, the Wenshui Tang family has always been unwilling to be inferior to others. Although they say they don't care about the small amount of money in the Dachao Trial Gambling Game, they still keep a close eye on it.

Pastor Xin said: If I only have this little wealth, how can I affect the odds of the market?

They looked at the viewing platform in the palace and the largest backer of the National Education Academy.

There, Bishop Meilisha squinted his eyes slightly, and it was impossible to tell whether he was asleep or awake. No one knew how much money he had bet on Chen Changsheng.

No one knew how much money Mo Yu, sitting next to him, had staked on Chen Changsheng.

Yes, Miss Mo Yu thought that Chen Changsheng could win the first place. Although it made no sense, she somehow felt that he could do it.

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The imperial examination is divided into three parts: literary test, martial arts test and battle. There is no order of priority and is decided temporarily every year. The first thing to be held in this year's imperial examination was the literary test. After the regulations came out five days ago, many people believed that this was the care of the Imperial College of Education and, to be precise, Chen Changsheng.

The literary test will be held at the Zhaowen Hall of the Imperial Palace. There is still some time before it starts. Reverend Xin lowered his voice and took the time to introduce the opponents who competed with them today to the three teenagers from the National Education Academy. Although he had provided the relevant information a few days ago. Sent to the National Education Academy, but only then can the person and the name be matched.

Listening to the introduction, Tang Sanliu's expression became more and more serious. Chen Changsheng was still so silent. There were too many powerful enemies coming to participate in the imperial examination this year. There were also some masters who signed up under other identities or were hiding at this time. In some sects, these people now target the Chinese Academy of Education and Chen Changsheng, and one can imagine the pressure they are under.

At this time, there was a faint commotion in the crowd. Many people stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance. Chen Changsheng and others turned around and saw a chariot slowly coming from the depths of the palace, along the straight Shinto Road. The remaining maids followed silently beside the chariot, and Li Nvshi walked at the front of the chariot.

Under the gaze of countless people, the chariot passed by the stone pillars and came to the venue, stopping at the location of the National Education Academy.

Luo Luo walked down from the chariot and saluted Chen Changsheng respectfully: I have met you, sir.

The crowd was in an uproar, and the students who were preparing to take part in the imperial examination were even more commotion, especially those who had just come to Kyoto recently and had only heard of the rumor. It was only then that they knew that the rumor was true, and His Highness Luo Luo was actually I really worship that young man named Chen Changsheng as my teacher!

Since that young man is His Highness's teacher, he must have real talent and learning. Many people think so, but to get the first place? Still impossible.

The young scholars in Huaiyuan looked in the direction of the Chinese Academy of Education with indifferent expressions.

Zhuang Changyu looked forward, seemingly unaware, but his sleeves were trembling slightly.

Gou Hanshi and others across from the National Education College saluted Luoluo.

Chen Changsheng reminded Luoluo, and Luoluo turned around and nodded slightly in return.

You come here to cheer for us? Does the Pope agree? Chen Changsheng looked at her and asked with concern.

Sir, I am a student of the National Education College. Of course, I have to represent the National Education College in the imperial examination.

Luoluo thought for a while and added: The Pope has already agreed.

When the two of them were talking, they did not deliberately lower their voices. Their innocent and innocent voices floated in the square in front of the palace and reached everyone's ears.

There was an uproar!

Zhuang Changyu couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to look.

The young scholars in Huaiyuan frowned slightly, seeming a little unhappy.

People who were preparing to take part in the imperial examination were shocked by the news and were not willing to accept it.

Only Gou Hanshi and the other four sons of Lishan looked calm as before, without any change.

Many people were confused or dissatisfied, but the first person who dared to raise objections was Su Moyu, the most disciplined and dull person in the Ligong Affiliated Courtyard: If Your Highness wants to participate, how can this compare?

The bishop opened his eyes, tightened his robes in the cold wind, and said calmly: Your Highness is only participating, not counting your ranking.

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and then they realized that if His Highness Luo Luo insisted on participating in the imperial examination as a student of the National Education College, they, as well as their colleges and sects, would have no reason to stop him. Occupying the top three spots, what else can you say?

There was nothing to say, time continued to pass, and with a clear bell ringing from the depths of the palace, the imperial examination officially began.

Hundreds of young men and women stood in front of Zhaowen Hall, their clothes were blown by the morning breeze, and their youthful faces were illuminated by the morning sun.

The elders of various colleges and sects have all left, leaving only themselves. The word nervousness can be clearly seen on the faces of many people.

As for the Academy of Traditional Chinese Education, only Xuanyuan Po was very nervous. When he took the entrance examination for Star Reaching Academy, he had already exposed his shortcomings. In the past few months, although he had been led by Chen Changsheng to read a lot of books in the Academy of Traditional Education, , but thinking that he was about to face those densely packed ink characters, he felt a little short of breath.

Time is the most important thing. Answer if you can. If you can't answer, don't think about it. Just pass. Tang Sanliu said to him: The three exams are consecutive. The literary test will be followed immediately by the martial arts test. The results of the literary test will be determined next. Well, if you can’t pass the martial arts test, you won’t be able to enter the battlefield, and you won’t get any results in the end.”

Xuanyuan Po nodded, thinking that this was the only thing he could do. Chen Changsheng knew that Tang Sanliu was also reminding him not to waste too much time on the literary test - whether he could pass the martial arts test was the most worrying thing. As for the results of the literary test, no one would worry about it. See Zhaowen You can tell by the looks of the people in front of the temple.

Many people were still looking at Chen Changsheng at this time, but unlike before or before, there was no questioning or even ridicule in their eyes, only faint jealousy or complicated admiration.

After the battle between the National Education Academy and the Lishan Sword Sect at the Ivy Banquet, and the comments from Tianji Pavilion when the Qingyun Ranking was changed, no one doubted Chen Changsheng’s ability in knowledge. People were shocked to find that after Gou Hanshi, , a monster who can read Daozang finally appeared again among the younger generation.

No one believes that Chen Changsheng can get the first place in the first place, but everyone admits that in the literary test, he is absolutely capable of challenging Gou Hanshi and getting the best money. Major gambling houses in mainland China prepare for the literary test. The odds offered separately also prove this. His odds are now ranked second only after Gou Hanshi.

The second bell rings and candidates enter.

Zhaowen Hall is huge, with dozens of doors opening at the same time. Under the falcon-like gazes of the state priests and officials of the Qing Dynasty, hundreds of young people filed in, wondering who would turn into a dragon later and who would swim into the palace. Among the fishing baskets of the Zhou Dynasty, who would be tragically snatched away from the water by an eagle?

The silent array is turned on, and the curtains of the wind shelter of Zhaowen Hall are lowered. Only clear light can enter the hall, and neither wind, rain nor noisy noise can enter.

The floor of the hall is very wide, with hundreds of tables and tables placed there. It is still not crowded and is very spacious. Each table is very far apart. No matter how good your eyesight is after the marrow washing, it is difficult to quietly peek at the table. answer, not to mention that there were at least twenty priests above the Nether Realm constantly patrolling the venue.

The priest distributed the question papers, and the candidates began to read through them. The sound of paper was heard, gathering in one place, like a heavy rain falling.

Some people did not read the question paper, but began to meditate, such as Tianhai Shengxue.

Some people were in a daze out of boredom, such as Luo Luo. Her grades didn't count anyway, so she was too lazy to bother doing those questions. After a while, a priest came to her case, bowed respectfully, whispered a few words, and then She got up and left with the priest, probably going to the side hall to rest.

Some people closed their eyes and began to rest, such as the young man in single clothes that Chen Changsheng had been secretly paying attention to.

Some people are doing whatever they want to do. If they want to flip through the paper, they can read it twice. If they want to sharpen their ink, they can sharpen their ink. If they want to see the people they are interested in, they can read it. If they want to close their eyes and relax, they can close their eyes. They feel a little thirsty. He reached out to the teacher for tea. He felt a little sleepy and rubbed his eyes, as if today was just an ordinary day, like Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi.

Not deliberately being calm is true peace and represents self-confidence.

The third bell rang and the candidates began to write.

Chen Changsheng picked up the pen and before finishing the scroll, he looked at the ink words on the scroll and was silent for a while.

It took him ten months to go from the old temple in Xining to the prosperous Kyoto, from an unknown young Taoist priest to the center of attention.

He put down his pen and began to write the scroll.

Not far away, Gou Hanshi also started answering questions.

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