(In the outline of the information, the thoughts behind are a bit stagnant. Today there is only one chapter, so ** is really hard to brew! Thanks to the book friends "Old Shame", "Lonely Wolf under the Moonlight", and "The Fatty Man Crawling into the Book" for their generous rewards!)

On the ninth day of the second month, there will be no spring in Chang'an. ()

In the morning, the north wind whistled, and red clouds gathered. In the blink of an eye, snowflakes fell, little by little, like broken plum petals.

This is spring snow.

In the outer city of Chang'an, there is a courtyard in the northwest of the country. With a whistle, the gate of the courtyard opened and a Taoist came out.

It was cold, and Taoist Master Zhengyang was wearing thick clothes today. He looked up at the sky, put on his hat, and did not let the snowflakes fall on his hair.

"Real person walks slowly."

A sound of respect coming from behind.

Taoist Master Zhengyang nodded slightly, stepped out onto the street, and slowly walked forward.

It was still early, and it was snowing again, and there were few pedestrians.

After passing through several streets, about half an hour later, he appeared on a remote and deserted street.

There are many trees on both sides of the street. After experiencing the baptism of the cold winter, new buds began to sprout on the bare trees, spreading green, and not afraid of falling snowflakes.

"This spring has come early..."

Taoist Master Zhengyang murmured.

Soon, he came to a Taoist temple gate between two maple trees. The Taoist temple was not big, and many places on the walls showed mottled ancient meaning and vicissitudes of the aura.

"Kunlun Temple!"

A plaque hung above the gate, with these three words written on it.

Taoist Master Zhengyang went over and knocked on the door. Not long after, the door opened and a Taoist boy leaned out to watch.

"You go and report to your real person to know. Then you say that the old friends from Qingcheng Mountain are here to see you."

The Taoist boy bowed: "Wait for a moment."

He closed the door again and came in to report. Soon, he ran out and opened the door to greet him: "I'll invite you to a distinguished guest."

Taoist Zhengyang followed the Taoist boy into the main hall. As soon as he entered, he saw the statue of Laojun enshrined on it. The statue of Laojun was a bright lamp in front of the statue, with a faint light. A Taoist priest sat on the futon beside the light, with white face, dark eyebrows, and a bunch of short beards.

This look looks like he is only in his forties. But Taoist Master Zhengyang knew that the other party had a successful Taoist method and had a skill in maintaining his appearance. His actual age was much older than himself.

Kunlun Temple host Wangji Real Person.

Taoist Master Zhengyang took off his hat and bowed to greet him: "I met Taoist brother."

Wangji Zhenren saw his snow-white hair and wrinkled face, and suddenly sighed: "Is this sacrifice really worth it?"

Taoist Master Zhengyang smiled indifferently and said, "Brother Dao is also a member of the Taoist sect, why do you say this?"

Wangji Zhenren was silent and said slowly: "It seems that your young master is just around the corner. What's wrong with entering Beijing this time?"

"Brother Dao, why should I ask clearly?"

"Haha, although there is news from the Forbidden City that the official family is in ill health, it has to be a guess at how bad it has reached."

Taoist Zhengyang bent a smile on the corner of his mouth: "But there will be such a day in the end, right? And this day will never be waiting too long."

Wangji Zhenren sighed: "Yes... there are seven sons in the official family, but unfortunately three of them died young. Only four are left. Since the incident of the former prince and was bought by the official family, the position of the prince has been hanging in the air. There is no place, and this is the root of the disaster to the country."

What he said involves a major event in the court and the country. Five years ago, someone reported the prince to plot to usurp the rebellion. The evidence was conclusive. The emperor was furious and exterminated the prince into a cold official and put him under house arrest. Since then, no prince has been established. If the emperor is healthy, it would be fine without a prince. However, the emperor's situation is worrying. Once an accident occurs and there is no crown prince, the situation will easily fall into chaos and a fierce battle for the throne will be staged.

Upon hearing this, Taoist Zhengyang sneered: "Isn't this situation exactly what Brother Dao expected? The battle between Taoism and Shi has been vicissitudes for a hundred years, and the outcome is only here."

Wangji Zhenren said slowly: "With that being said, poor people in the world will suffer from misfortune..."

Taoist Master Zhengyang laughed: "When did Dao brother become so compassionate and learn from those bald donkeys with false kindness and morality?"

Wangji Zhenren bowed and said, "The Emperor of Wuliang."

Taoist Master Zhengyang put on his hat again and covered half of his face: "Today's examination officially started. The dynasty wanted to use this to condense his luck, but it was a delusion. The building was about to collapse, and the earth and the industry fell apart. This is the general trend."

As he said that, he bowed his head and slowly retreated.

Wangji Zhenren looked at his bleak figure, and a strange look suddenly flashed across his eyes and murmured: "The world is not chaotic, and there is no dragon to support him. But if it is a snake or a loach, how should it be placed? Taking the country as the chessboard and the people as the chess pieces, but such a chess game can really be planned and all in control?"

"For example, my own hard work plan also encountered an accident and died in the womb? According to the person below, it was said that there was a single scholar in the mountain temple at that time, which was the key suspect in destroying magic. Strangely, a mere scholar, no virtue or ability..."

"It is the New Year of the Imperial Examination, and scholars from all over the world gather in the capital, but I don't know who is from what origins? Could it be a candidate who went to Beijing to take the exam..."

...

The snowflakes fell on the Gongyuan, making a rustling sound. Through the fence window of the small door of the Kaosha, you can see fragments of snow falling continuously.

However, the students who got up had no time to pay attention to it, so they didn't care whether it was snowing. After washing up briefly, they sat upright, waiting for the first exam to be announced.

The imperial examination is an enhanced version of the provincial examination. The difficulty is naturally much higher. The format requirements of the test questions and the genre form are not much different, but the details that determine the result are always the details and on-the-spot performance.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The three-way drum sounded and the time was for the time to issue the test questions. The examiner immediately opened the sealed paper, took out the test questions, and handed them over to the deacons in the examination room, and asked them to send them to the candidates in each examination room.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Sanlang got the exam questions, and saw the four books, five-character and eight-rhyme poems, four chapters of classics, etc., which were indeed the same as the requirements during the provincial examination.

"The destiny of heaven is called nature, the destiny is called Tao, and the practice of Tao is called teaching... How can three be achieved?"

Seeing this question, Chen Sanlang immediately thought about it carefully. While thinking, he opened the four treasures of the study, such as brush and ink distributed in the examination room. Although they are standard items, they are well-made and can be used handy.

I rolled up my sleeves and started grinding the ink. When the inkstone was in good condition, I made a draft of the article in my mind and had the prototype. Then I closed my eyes and thought about it from beginning to end, so that it slowly formed, removing the drought and retaining the essence. There was basically no problem.

So I spread the paper, lift the pen, dip the ink...

A series of movements are as flowing as flowing, very familiar, like those warriors practiced hundreds of millions of times without any stagnation.

When all the paper and ink are in place, breathe a breath, and your heart is as calm as water. The pen tip outlines, and the first word is written on the white paper.

The word "官".

This is also the first word Chen Sanlang wrote in this session. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!