Li Chan walked through the Minghe Tower. After coming out, the twilight of Yujing City gradually rose. The students in the tribute courtyard looked at the back of this plane, but could not tell whether he was happy or sad. He was in everyone's eyes.

Surrounded by, he returned to his original position. Perhaps because his reputation has played a role in recent times, a few who recognized him came to greet him on their own initiative. After communicating his names, Li Chan communicated with several classmates.

The test result was not decided, and everyone was careful and did not mention the details of the answer. It was said that it was a discussion, but the topic was mostly about the examiners. At this ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven a month ago, Chen Yuzhai wrote an article "Lighting Jade Candle";

The monk who preached the Dharma at Daxiangguo Temple was in line with today's questions... There are no details. Speaking of the other thirteen examiners, they can even count their family background and personal likes and dislikes.

Li Chan secretly admired that these classmates' skills in inquiring about information were probably no match for Shenzhasi.

The students talked very well, and from the examiner, they talked about their family backgrounds and backgrounds, more and more people participated. There were also a few acquaintances that Li Chan knew, including Xie Ningzhi from Junzhu and Lingqiu from Lingqiu.

Bai Weizhi, Jiang Ru from Yujing. All the students were sitting under the corridor talking about the mysterious Taoism, looking up at the sky and the earth, while others were full of energy and guidance, just like the elegant gatherings of Xinyuan a few months ago.

When Li Chan saw Jiang Ru, she suddenly remembered the scene of watching the lanterns a few days ago. After saying goodbye last time, Jiang Ru also saw Li Chan. The two looked at each other and smiled. When she approached, she said, "I said goodbye last time."

After that, it was indeed the spring exam room."

Li Chan sighed: "I have always heard that the White Dragon Girl is an ordinary person. When I see her today, she is indeed well-known. Although I have the desire to seek the Tao, why do I seek the Tao? I still feel a little confused. But you already have the ambition to be strong and admire it.

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Jiang Ru smiled, "Why do you write a poem? It's just to make a big deal of it? It's just to keep talking nonsense and snails. Look at Han Xuandi, there are nine out of the ten sentences that say they don't seek fame and fortune.

Haven't you visited the ministers everywhere?"

Li Chan couldn't help but smile, "The little lady said so stingy, but she was born with dragon blood. She didn't have to put down her figure for ordinary things. She was naturally incomparable to our mud legs."

Jiang Ru glanced at Li Chan, "Not mentioning the relationship between Shenzhasi. Yuan Jianzheng is old and has always lived in simplicity. Apart from the major sacrificial affairs of the middle school and the affairs of the academy, he has never had any connection with people from outside for many years.

Li Guanqi, the closed disciple, came to your haunted house to visit. Even if the Tang and Chen families in Yujing City have no such face, can Li Lang be considered a mud-legged?"

Li Chan was slightly stunned, and thought that he was adjacent to General Fengchen's mansion. Jiang Ru did not need to inquire about it, so these things could not be hidden from the mansion. He came back to his senses, did not explain much, and smiled and moved.

Topic: "In the Xinyuan Elegant Festival that day, you drew a carp picture. I saw that koi was not something in the pond."

"Fortunately, I am a daughter and not in the ranks of the army, otherwise this sentence would be considered a heart-wrenching statement." Jiang Ru looked at Li Chan with an intriguing expression, "When it comes to the way of painting, the most famous city in Yujing has been recently

It's you. Unfortunately, I've been a neighbor for so long and I still have no chance to see Li Lang's original work..."

Before Jiang Ru finished speaking, in Minghe Tower, sixteen examiners had divided hundreds of test papers into three piles, and everyone's test papers had been initially reviewed. The Taoist Yang Chan picked up the magic bell in his hand and shook it gently.

The ringtone rang from his palms, like a fight between gold and iron, and like a ringing ring. The ringtone was originally gentle, but when it leaked out of his fingers, it became thick and strong like the wind passing through the gorge. The ringtone then passed by the crowd

After the examiner's hat wings came out of the window and left the Heming Tower, they became a continuous bell sound, spreading throughout the tribute court.

The students who were talking then bowed and said goodbye, packed up their pens, ink, lacquer boxes, water bottles and stoves, and left one after another under the guidance of officials from the Ministry of Rites.

Li Chan took her belongings and left the court and took her black donkey. The dusk was already thick, and the outside was still bustling.

The spring test only passed the first three times, and it was far from the time the results were released. However, the people outside the Gongyuan had already read the redemption poems that were heard from the wall and heard more or less the news. According to the usual practice,

The last exam in Qianyuan Academy was secretly revealed, and the wealthy families in Yujing seized this only opportunity. Some took the rankings circulating in the capital, some took the new poems with untouched traces, and some even brought them with them.

The master of the court is on the road that candidates must pass after leaving the venue.

He stepped onto the donkey's back and thought about finding a quieter path to leave, but a servant in green came from the carriage of General Fengchen's mansion.

After a while, a white dragon flag with a green edge and black background rose without wind, and the oil-walled car drove through the street to the west of Yujing City. The oil-walled car lifted the curtain, and the black donkey walked slowly by the window, Li Chan and

Jiang Ru continued to talk about the unfinished discussion in the tribute court.

"My teacher Xu Zhonghao is respected as one of the only remaining masters of magical paintings in the world. Although I have learned painting from him, I have not learned any skills. Although Mr. Xu is old, he is a competitive person."

After arriving here, Jiang Ru paused for a while and smiled and said, "In fact, who is not competitive by being fooled by something? It's just that some people can hide it, but some people can't hide it. Mr. Xu believes that he is not as good as the painting saint Li Chengzhou, and he is not.

She was willing to admit defeat and went to the barbarian land of Liuzhao, and insisted on painting something that even the Painting Saint had never painted before, so that it would be better than him." She glanced at Li Chan outside the car window, "Li Lang is so old,

He is familiar with the classics and is good at painting, so he must have a great teacher.”

This is the second time Li Chan was asked about her master today, and she still answered truthfully: "The name of a family teacher, Peia, is indeed not an ordinary person."

Jiang Ru naturally didn't know that the sentence "It's not an ordinary person" was not exaggerated. She sighed: "Mr. Xu once said that the world is so big that although he was regarded as a god by everyone, he just got some reputation by chance. I just said that it was a humble saying,

If you really have the ability, you will naturally stand out in the crowd. How could you be unknown? Now it seems that there are indeed people outside of you."

While the two were talking, there was a commotion on the side of the road. Several candidates were surrounded by people halfway through the road. They were eagerly invited. At first, they were etiquette, but gradually they began to hold the candidate's arms and start to fight. This self-reported home is

The servant of a certain servant, the servant who called him a certain doctor.

Li Chan was spared from the trouble because of Jiang Ru's oil-walled car. When she passed by the street, she heard someone shouting "Li Lang to save me."

The sound sounded extremely familiar. When I turned my head and saw that it was Cui Hanzhen from Luming Academy, who was the old friend of Xuandu, who was also in the siege.

Li Chan patted the donkey's head, and the donkey's hooves stopped. Just as he was about to go over and pull Cui Hanzhen, he felt many eager gazes. He immediately froze, patted the donkey's butt, and turned to the bitter face.
Chapter completed!