Wang Xiaoqiang entered the Taiqu Hall with the young man, let go of his spiritual sense to explore the old Confucian scholar sitting upright. Then he was surprised to find that the old Confucian scholar's cultivation had reached the peak of the Immortal King, and should have reached the realm of a half-step Immortal Emperor.

Moreover, the inner breath of this Confucian scholar is very deep and very deep, but it gives people a sense of humility. Wang Xiaoqiang thought that this old Confucian scholar should be the legendary old master and the dean of Yueyang Academy.

Sure enough, the young man stepped forward and bowed deeply, "Master, Wang Xiaoqiang has already brought it."

Then the young man introduced the old Confucian scholar to Wang Xiaoqiang and said, "This is the dean of Yueyang Academy, the old master."

The old master stood up from the cushion and stared at Wang Xiaoqiang. His eyes were warm and bright, but they were as bright as a torch, giving people a sense of insight.

Wang Xiaoqiang hugged his fists and said, "I have heard of the old Master's name for a long time. Today I see it, it turns out to be like a god."

Wang Xiaoqiang's words were a little sarcastic, but there was no flaw, so the old master wanted to care but couldn't find a reason. He smiled gently and said, "The champion of the Armor Conference, Master Hou of Yue, the popular celebrity of the emperor, the immortal hero, the supreme leader... You, Wang Xiaoqiang, are well-known!!"

"I have been rewarded by Master. Compared with Master Master, I am like the fluorescent light and the stars and moon, one underground and the other in the sky, which is a difference between the sky and the clouds and mud..." Seeing that Master Master was ridiculed, Wang Xiaoqiang also started to mock him. Anyway, he was born with verbal skills, so would he still be afraid that this sour scholar would not be successful?

"Haha, okay, let's continue to praise each other like this. Goosebumps are about to fall off," the old master waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "Wang Xiaoqiang, let's get back to the point. You are here today to participate in the selection of students from our Yueyang Academy, right?"

"That's right." Wang Xiaoqiang was also a little nervous at this time, afraid that the old master would ask about the fact that he was teasing Dongfang Qi just now.

Unexpectedly, the old master did not ask, but nodded and said, "Well, in fact, the emperor said hello to me half a month ago. He said he wanted to recommend you to come in, but you refused. You have to use your own strength to enter Yueyang Academy. Is that true?"

"That's right." Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"Well, it's very good." The old master showed admiration and stroked his beard and said, "Wang Xiaoqiang, I believe you know that it is very strict for our Yueyang Academy to select students. What we want is people who have a certain level of strength and literary attainment. We don't need to test your cultivation and strength. Now I want to test your literary attainment...

There is no clear definition of things like literature. I will score based on your performance. If your performance can be 60, you can enter Yueyang Academy. If you can't, then I'm sorry, please. We won't accept it..."

Seeing that the old master was a little verbose, Wang Xiaoqiang said before he could finish his words, "I understand these things. Just test me."

"Okay," the old master nodded. He gave a wink to the young man, and the young man explained to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Now we will test your literary attainments and test your literary attainments, which are divided into two levels. The first level is to couplets. I will give a first couplet. You will give a second couplet. The second level is to write a poem. In the time of an incense stick, you will complete a poem independently... Do you understand?"

Wang Xiaoqiang nodded and expressed his understanding.

The young man said, "Okay, now I will start to pair the couplets. My first couplet is, Spring is beautiful and the mountains are beautiful..."

Wang Xiaoqiang thought, this topic is too pediatric, compared with the literary fortunes of my vast China for thousands of years, it is too insignificant. After thinking about it, he replied, "Flowers bloom incense."

The young man didn't expect that Wang Xiaoqiang's answer was so straightforward and correct. His literary skills should be the best among the students who have run for the election in the past.

His eyes looked at the old master, intending to ask for advice.

The old master smiled and nodded, indicating that he could pass.

The young man then went to the inner hall to take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and an incense burner, and placed it on a few tables. He first helped Wang Xiaoqiang grind the ink and lit another incense stick, and then said to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Okay, the second level begins. You have to finish a poem within the time of an incense stick."

Wang Xiaoqiang nodded, looking unhurried and embarrassed. At this time, he did not go to the table, but just faced the old master and said, "Old Master, I have something to ask for... If the old master agrees, I will write a poem. If the old master does not agree, there is no need to write this poem..."

The old master and the young man were stunned when he heard this. Wang Xiaoqiang had raised the conditions at this critical moment. The old master's eyes flashed and said, "What's the matter? You said!"

Wang Xiaoqiang's thoughts moved, and Dai Yu came out of the Sumeru Ring.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang was carrying a living person and a beautiful woman with the storage ring, the old master and the young man looked at Dai Yu up and down.

"Old Master, this is my sister. Her name is Dai Yu. She has always depended on me for her life. I hope I can take her into Yueyang Academy..." Wang Xiaoqiang stepped to Dai Yu, who was slightly frightened, and patted her shoulders to show comfort.

"Wang Xiaoqiang, you came from a low-level plane. When you came, you didn't hear that you had a sister. You are clearly fooling me!" The young man seemed a little indignant.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't expect that the other party had already figured out his old background, and he was also a little embarrassed at this time.

Unexpectedly, Dai Yu took a step and bowed slightly to the old master and said, "This senior, I am indeed not Wang Xiaoqiang's real sister, but his god sister. My whole family was killed by evil people. If Brother Xiaoqiang had not arrived in time, I would probably not be alive now. Brother Xiaoqiang not only avenged me, but also adopted me and treated me as a real sister. He would take me with him wherever he went..."

Dai Yu's words made Wang Xiaoqiang stunned. He really didn't expect that Dai Yu's lying ability was comparable to what he had, and he said it without missing a trace.

The old master knew Wang Xiaoqiang's background very well, but he didn't know Dai Yu's background. After hearing this, he nodded and said:

"Well, okay, but whether you brothers and sisters can enter Yueyang Academy together depends on Wang Xiaoqiang's performance in the second level."

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't say much when he heard this. He walked straight to the desk, took a deep breath, and then picked up his pen and wrote a poem on rice paper.

This poem was written in one go without any drag, which made the old Master and the young man stunned.

After the poem was completed, Wang Xiaoqiang let out a deep breath, put down his pen, and said to the young man, "Okay!"

The young man glanced at the incense on several tables, and saw that only one-fifth of it had burned. He looked surprised and impatient to move to the front of several tables. He picked up the poem written by Wang Xiaoqiang and recited it silently. His face immediately showed a stunning look and nodded to the old master.

When the old master saw that he was excited, he said, "Let me listen."

The young man said, "The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground. He looks up at the bright moon and thinks about his hometown!"

After thinking about it, except for Wang Xiaoqiang, the other three were deeply shocked. Even as calm as Master Wu, they could not suppress the excitement in their hearts at this time, and directly slapped, "Miscellaneous, wonderful."

Then he took a step forward and snatched the poem directly from the young man. After reading it carefully, he couldn't help but read it again, and then held the poem and continued to praise it:
Chapter completed!