Many officials saw the two of them and thought that something big had happened. They looked around vigilantly.
"What a scandal! Did a demon break into the Wen Institute? Look at how scared you are! "Magistrate Sun was furious. He did not expect his subordinates to be so unbearable.
Then, the officials noticed that there was something wrong with the expressions of the two runners.
The runner who fell to the ground first said excitedly, "No … No … It's good news. It's great news. You can go to Fang Yun's examination room and see. We don't dare to take the exam papers. We really don't dare!"
Magistrate Sun was still angry. He did not want to bother with the two runners and was about to continue scolding them. However, he immediately shut his mouth and restrained his anger. He said, "What's the reason? Just say it. "
The other runner patted his clothes and said, "Magistrate Sun, we really don't dare to say it. If it's not, I'm afraid that we will be in big trouble. So please take a look and let the officials decide. "
The officials were even more confused. Magistrate Sun said, "You two lead the way."
"Yes."
The two runners led the way and the officials walked towards Fang Yun's examination room.
Zhao Jingkong lazily followed the other officials. He walked like an old beggar, but he didn't have the servility of a beggar because his eyes were blank and unfocused.
Soon, the crowd arrived at Fang Yun's examination room. Magistrate Sun, who was walking at the front, noticed a faint golden light on the table. He was puzzled and quickly walked forward to take a look. He was immediately dumbstruck.
"How could this be!" Magistrate Sun was ecstatic and shouted loudly. However, he quickly shut his mouth. This was the examination room area.
"What's wrong? Let us see. "The other officials lowered their voices and asked. They hurried to go around Magistrate Sun to see the exam papers.
Magistrate Sun quickly put Fang Yun's three exam papers together and rolled them up in his hands. He turned around and walked back quickly.
"The examination room is an important place. Don't make any noise. "Magistrate Sun said and continued to walk. The other officials could not stop him and could only follow silently.
When they left the examination room area, Magistrate Sun could not help but laugh wildly.
"Hahaha, I'm really stupid. I've wronged Fang Zhenguo! Good! Good! When the imperial examination is over, I'll hold a banquet to apologize even if I have to sell everything I have! Hahaha, haha! Haha! I wish Fang Wenhou was here and gave me two tight slaps!!! Haha … "
"Magistrate Sun. What's wrong? Don't scare us! "
"There must be some kind of mystery in the exam paper. Lord Sun, don't keep us in suspense. Quickly take it out!"
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........... All of them were dumbfounded. Then, the sound of inhaling rose and fell. An old official even covered his heart with his hand and gasped for breath.
The eyes of Zhao Jingkong, who had been in a daze, became brighter than the moon. He was still dressed in rags, but there was a kind of otherworldly feeling to him. He no longer looked like an old beggar. Instead, he looked like a hermit.
"Written by the Holy Sage?" a High Scholar asked tentatively.
"Duh! Even if Fang Wenhou had the guts, he wouldn't dare to write three A's on his exam paper and pretend to be selected by the Holy Sage! "
"Impressive. He hasn't even finished the High Scholar Exam and the Half-saint has already written his own evaluation. That's the highest praise!"
Zhao Jingkong scratched his neck and hummed. "The Ten Nations are going to be in an uproar! What is this Fang Yun that descended to the mortal world? He can shake the world all the time. Is he the reincarnation of a firecracker demon? If he begs with me, he'll be successful! "
Laughter filled the air. The analogy of a firecracker demon was too bizarre. Only the beggar uncle could come up with it.
"Come, let's start with the poem! If we don't read it today, the Notre-Dame will definitely take it away after the High Scholar Exam, "Magistrate Sun said as he flipped open the title page of the poem. Fang Yun's original poem," Memory of Hometown ", appeared.
"This poem is quite sentimental. It's a good interpretation of time passing like water, gone without return. Perhaps it was written too hastily, so it's not as good as his previous poems."
"After reading this poem, I'm relieved. Fang Yun's country is finally back to normal. If every poem is unparalleled in the world, that would be too bizarre! "
"Yes. However, this poem is not ordinary. There's a hint of destiny in it. It's much better than ordinary poems. I remember Dong Wencong, the magistrate of Jade Sea, said that Fang Yun's poem is second to none in Jingguo. "
"Then let's read the poem."
After reading the poem, everyone was not disappointed. Instead, they were looking forward to it. This was because the poem obviously could not arouse the Half-saint. If the poem could arouse the Half-saint, it would be more important than the poem to arouse the Half-saint.
Magistrate Sun flipped to the first page and saw the sentence, "Destiny is in man's hands, but the heavens are endless."
"Good! As expected, there's no two sides to the country. He's worthy of being the target of all the barbarian saints. His answer points to the world! "
"Look, separate the pages. Let us see."
"Let me in!"
The stone table in the pavilion was very small. It could be filled with eight people. However, there were nearly twenty officials in the examination room. The people behind could only stand on their tiptoes and stretch their necks to see.
Magistrate Sun picked up Fang Yun's poem and handed it to Zhao Jingkong with both hands, "Uncle, please bestow the heavenly words."
Everyone took a step back and bowed their heads slightly to show respect to this' old beggar '.
Zhao Jingkong touched his nest-like hair and took the paper with a smile. Then, he slowly recited, "Destiny is in man's hands, but the heavens are endless …"
Zhao Jingkong's voice was not pleasant at all. It was even a little hoarse. However, everyone listened with great interest and nodded from time to time.
His voice seemed to resonate with heaven and earth and had the power to influence people's hearts. No matter what these people were originally thinking or feeling, they were immersed in Zhao Jingkong's words and felt as if they were bathing in the spring breeze.
Under the influence of the strange power, Zhao Jingkong's words turned into words that were directly imprinted in their minds. Everyone listened not only to the words but also to Zhao Jingkong's understanding of the article.
A Grand Scholar would have a meteoric rise. A sermon would contain the heavenly words and convey the mystery and truth in the words to the audience. It was like the heavenly words that everyone could quickly understand.
The governor or governor of each state of the Ten Nations could be a Hanlin Scholar. However, the governor of the State Academy of Literature had to be a Grand Scholar because only a Grand Scholar could teach the students with heavenly words. No matter how talented a Hanlin Scholar was, he could not enlighten the world with heavenly words.
Although everyone was listening, the words appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was an extremely high realm of heavenly words. Everyone respected Zhao Jingkong even more. It seemed that Zhao Jingkong was not inferior to Li Wenying in terms of killing demons and destroying barbarians, but he was not inferior in terms of the Sage Dao.
As a Grand Scholar, Zhao Jingkong's understanding of the sutras was far above that of everyone present. His heavenly words vividly described the content that Fang Yun wanted to write.
The few old men shook their heads and were intoxicated with joy as if they were drinking fine wine.
When Zhao Jingkong finished reciting Fang Yun's sutras, everyone was speechless and still immersed in the truth contained in the sutras. They pondered for a long time.
After a long while, the governor of Prefecture Ge smiled and sighed softly. "It's really wonderful, I seem to be seeing Fang Yun writing furiously at the table."
"I feel that every word is heavy. When Fang Yun is writing this article. His sweat must be as heavy as mercury. Uncle's understanding can't be wrong. "
"I see him standing at the top of the mountain and looking down at the world. The heavenly mandate is in the hands of man. Good! "
"No wonder Fang Yun went to bed early yesterday. I'm afraid that writing this article was too tiring. "
"The human race is surrounded by demons and barbarians, but they still want to explore the ancient land. I thought that it was unnecessary until I read this article. Thank you for Fang Yun's excellent article. Thank you for your heavenly words, uncle. "
Magistrate Sun said, "This article is as heavy as a history book. Fang Yun seems to have seen a great country in isolation and complacency. He felt an indescribable sense of mission and humiliation. Therefore, he can deeply understand 'the sky is endless', and that's why he believes that the human race should not be content with the status quo."
"Lord Sun, you are indeed the third place winner. After hearing what you said, I understand that Fang Yun's vision is really monstrous."
"It's not that I have a good understanding, but uncle's heavenly words are very powerful. They can see through the article and the world."
Zhao Jingkong smiled and returned to his normal state. He did not have the momentum of a Grand Scholar or an Imperial Uncle. He was just an ordinary old beggar.
Magistrate Sun handed the "Strategy for Pacifying the Barbarians" to Zhao Jingkong and said, "Next, read this policy article. It's an article about a hundred pages thick. It's very rare. I'm afraid it's most closely related to Half-saint's appointment."
Zhao Jingkong took the "Strategy for Pacifying the Barbarians" and read it. He was so absorbed that his expression changed slightly. His eyes were so bright that even the wrinkles on his face stretched out. He seemed to be four or five years younger.
However, all the people around looked at the beggar Imperial Uncle in a daze. Some picked their ears and some patted them as if water had entered their ears.
Finally, they looked at each other in surprise.
"Can you hear him?" Magistrate Sun asked.
Everyone shook their heads.
"I can't hear him."
"I can't hear him at all. I can read lips, but I can't understand what he's saying."
Everyone's expression changed. Some people's eyes were full of resentment, some people were soft, and some people clenched their fists in dissatisfaction.
Magistrate Ge said, "Logically speaking, no matter how important the examination paper is, we examiners have the opportunity to see and hear it. At worst, Half-saint ordered us to keep our mouths shut. We can't leak it. However, Half-saint forbade us to see this policy article. Only the Grand Scholar examiners are qualified to see it. It seems to be more important than the article Fang Yun wrote in the Elementary Scholar Examination. "
"Yes, it must be very important. We can't leak it."
"The Imperial Uncle is so lucky."
Everyone looked at Zhao Jingkong with envy.
Magistrate Sun's eyes flashed as if he had thought of something. His envy grew stronger.
People on the side kept walking back and forth in the pavilion. Some people complained in a low voice as if their hearts were being scratched by hundreds of claws. They couldn't bear not being able to see a policy article that could spread the world in front of them.
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