I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 227
On the list, there are no top two!
"how can that be?"

Lu Yong was taken aback and lost his voice.

"what happened?"

All the people around looked at Lu Yong immediately, some of them frowned, showing concern.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Lu Yong quickly suppressed his surprise and said, "There are no top two on the list."

"what?"

When everyone heard the words, they immediately turned their eyes back.

Just now they only paid attention to the names on the list, but did not pay attention to the abnormality of the list for a while.

At this time, when Lu Yong reminded him, he saw that the top two positions on the list were always empty.

"How is this going?"

"It seems that this kind of situation has never happened in Daxuan's previous general examinations."

Everyone talked and was surprised.

"Quiet!"

"Everyone, news came from the Tribute Academy just now that there are two candidates who are talented in writing, and their articles are unique. At this time, the examiners are discussing intensely, so don't panic."

Layman Zizhu stood on the small building, following his words, the audience immediately fell silent, leaving only his voice echoing in the air.

"Only the top two Gongsheng students are still undecided. We can start the poetry meeting first, and wait while we play, and we will see who will win the meeting in the end."

With Zizhu Layman's voice falling, the poetry session will officially begin.

"Everyone knows that this old man's lifespan is nearing the end of his life, and the more it gets to this time, the more he misses the days when he and his wife were together. The theme of today's poetry meeting is one word - thinking."

"There is no limit to the genre, any poem is acceptable, everyone, who will come first?"

Layman Zizhu's voice fell, and he looked at the people downstairs, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and they didn't intend to write a poem first.

"Reciting poems and writing lyrics has to be successful, otherwise it's meaningless." Seeing that everyone was still a little cautious, Layman Zizhu chuckled, and then grabbed it in the air, and a scroll automatically appeared in his hand: "Whoever wins first, I can get the old man's own handwriting. "

With a slight shake of his hand, the scroll unfolded automatically, and four flamboyant characters were written on it: "Destroy evil and reverence righteousness!"

A strong aura of righteousness circulated on the scroll, obviously unusual.

The eyes of the Confucian scholars in the small building lit up all at once. The handwriting of a first-grade Confucianism Cultivator is of extraordinary value. It is a rare treasure.

If it were placed on the black market, even this scroll, worth ten thousand taels of gold, might not be able to be bought.

Of course, Layman Zizhu's move has a deeper meaning.

His handwriting is rarely handed down in the world, and the recipients are usually juniors and students. That is to say, if you get this handwriting, little brother, you will be my person and my student.

"The younger generation is willing to compose a poem to attract jade."

Wearing a green robe, Liu Ding stepped out proudly from the crowd, and cupped his hands towards Lay Zizhu on the small building.

He said it was throwing bricks to attract jade, but his face was arrogant, appearing domineering.

Beside Layman Zizhu, a fifth-rank Confucian cultivator in a blue shirt said softly, "This is the son of Liu Yong, Minister of the Household Department, Liu Ding, a doctor of the Ministry of Punishment, and has not yet married."

Hearing his introduction, Layman Zizhu showed a smile on his face and nodded slightly.

"Not bad!"

After Liu Ding recited the poem, Layman Zizhu smiled, obviously very satisfied.

But I don't know whether it is because of the good poems written by the other party, or because of a line in Liu Ding's poems, the importance of missing my father's high position moved him.

Standing behind Liu Ding, Dai Xueyi gave a thumbs up and repeatedly praised: "Brother Liu, great poems!"

As Liu Ding opened his mouth, the remaining Confucian scholars were not to be outdone, and began to chant their own poems one after another.

It's just that the scene that followed can only be described as horrible.

Although Liu Ding's poems are not particularly outstanding, compared with these poems, they are much better.

As for the rest of the poems, they can only be said to be unsatisfactory, and occasionally there are one or two poems, but there is nothing that can move Lay Zizhu.

Layman Zizhu frowned slightly. The level of poetry among Confucian scholars in this class was so poor, which made him a little worried about Daxuan's cultural background.

"Everyone, who else is willing to do poetry?"

Layman Zizhu looked down, and there were some Confucian scholars who might have written good articles, but those with mediocre poetry had self-knowledge and did not go out to make a fool of themselves.

At this time, Lu Yong, who was in a state of anxiety, had long since lost his intention of reciting poems and showing off, and stared intently at the picture of the bronze mirror.

For some reason, He Ping'an's words gave him infinite confidence, and made him faintly feel that among the remaining two tributes, he must have a place for himself.

But at this time, Dai Xueyi, who had just composed a nonsense poem that made everyone present burst into laughter, walked over at this time, desperately trying to survive.

As soon as he exited, Lu Yong almost ran away on the spot.

"Lu Yong, don't you claim to be a master at writing lyrics?"

"Now that you meet Mr. Liu, are you dumb?"

"Is it because I didn't pass the exam, so I have no face to write lyrics?"

Dai Xueyi put all the blame for being ridiculed just now on Lu Yong. In his opinion, without Lu Yong, he would not be thrown into a daze.

If I hadn't been thrown dizzily, I wouldn't have written such low-level poems.

"roll!"

Lu Yong forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest. At this time, he was at the poetry meeting, and there was Zizhu Layman, a first-grade Confucian cultivator, watching upstairs, so he could no longer do what he wanted to do like before.

"Why, do you still want to hit me?"

Dai Xueyi is confident, knowing that there are many experts here, and Liu Ding is backing him, instead he stretches his face to Lu Yong's hand: "Come on, fight."

"If you have the ability, just like just now, beat me up again."

It made Lu Yong's chest boil with anger, but he couldn't do anything.

With Mr. He present, I can't cause trouble for him.

Lu Yong is still thinking about how to avoid Dai Xueyi.
"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sound immediately resounded through the audience.

"what"

Then he heard Dai Xueyi's scream like killing a pig, and his figure was blown away by Zhang Xuyuan.

This is He Ping'an's effort, otherwise, let alone a slap, Dai Xueyi will be turned into ashes with just a thought.

At this time, Lu Yongcai saw clearly that He Pingan appeared by his side at some time.

Then he heard He Ping'an's clear voice: "This is the first time I've heard of such a cheap request."

"That will definitely fulfill you!"

"Master He"

Lu Yong looked at He Pingan standing in front of him, who was seven feet tall, and for some reason, in his eyes, He Pingan's figure was so tall.

"Lu Yong, if you encounter such a request in the future, call once every time you meet, don't hesitate!"

He Pingan didn't look back, but the voice came slowly.

"What's the noise in the audience?"

Layman Zizhu frowned, and looked downstairs. Although the scene just now was very short, as a first-grade Confucianism cultivator, he certainly saw it.

"It's just a few juniors playing around, seniors don't need to care."

At this time, Lu Wei appeared next to He Pingan, and bowed deeply to Lay Zizhu upstairs.

"Oh, it's Lu Xiaoyou, how is Master Mingyu these days?"

Seeing Lu Wei's wrinkled face, Layman Zizhu immediately showed a smile.

Lu Wei's family is also from the Xuanyang family, and he has a close relationship with Master Mingyu. Lu Wei was originally included in this invitation.

"Everything is fine for the real person, and the younger generation will thank the senior for his concern on behalf of the real person."

Lu Wei replied respectfully, and then briefly introduced He Pingan and Lu Yong beside him.

Layman Zizhu nodded slightly, and didn't care. An ordinary fifth-rank martial artist, even though he was a famous alchemist, didn't mean much to him.

Confucian students of the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism are a little different. Although their cultivation base is low, they have a strong sense of righteousness in their chests. It seems that they have encountered some barriers. Once they break through, their future is limitless.

Of course, since he was an acquaintance, Layman Zizhu didn't care about some trivial matters. Besides, he also saw that it was the defeated Dai Xueyi who provoked first.

"Layman, how can this person be let go so easily?"

At this time, Liu Ding stood up and wanted to fight for Dai Xueyi.

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