"Set up your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, inherit your unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages!"

More than twenty years ago, during the Great Xia Emperor-level Palace Examination, a young white-clothed Confucian scholar roared out the twenty-four-word vision, scholars in the world instantly resonated with each other and found the direction of their struggle and efforts.

These few twenty-four words are like a lighthouse appearing on the road ahead, releasing the light like the sun outward, tearing the entire boundless darkness apart. For so many years, countless scholars in the vast land of China have regarded these twenty-four words as their motto and studied hard for them.

Therefore, in a sense, in recent years, Daxia has not only ushered in a booming spring of monks, but even scholars and literati have also experienced leapfrog development.

Although Zhao Yu had not ascended the throne for a long time, as a qualified emperor, he was very concerned about the entire context of Daxia, and naturally understood the importance behind these twenty-four words. However, the young emperor was a little surprised. This vow that made people excited every time he read it was made by the middle-aged soldier who was filled with blood and fire.

On the round and melodious platform of thought, three disciples under the Master sat cross-legged, and the passage of time in the black and white world around them seemed to stop. Then Zhao Yu, who slowly came to his senses, opened his lips lightly, and the calm emperor voice came out again:

"Second Brother, I'm very curious. How many years ago, you won the top prize in the first place in the Great Court. "

As soon as this question came out, the middle-aged soldier with his lips pursed and his back was straight. The meticulous middle-aged soldier, whose face was full of wind and frost and war, showed a look of thought. After a few breaths, he responded:

"If I remember correctly, twenty-four years ago, spring."

After Sun Qian's voice fell, Peng Mu, who had not stood up for a long time, had a shock in his eyes. Although he had already guessed when he heard the communication between several people, he heard Sun's cockroach speak with his own ears and was already shocked.

There are many scholars in Daxia than monks. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Therefore, it is easy to imagine how difficult it is to win the top scorer. After each dynasty’s top scorer entered the court and became an official, his career path often rises to the top scorer and soars.

For example, the former Minister of Rites You Tingjian, who was also the top scholar and was less than fifty years old, took charge of the Ministry of Rites. If he had not been involved in the case of the great master of the previous dynasty, he could enter the cabinet and be awarded a title within a few years.

Peng Mu's understanding of Sun Cockroaches over the years can be said to be quite profound. Therefore, he learned that this middle-aged soldier who likes to squat in the Huotou Camp and gnaw on his bones, grinning half of his teeth, is actually a closed disciple who everyone in Daxia admires the Master. He is a brother and brother of the Zhao family ruler of the two generations of Daxia royal family. And when he was the top scholar in the 24th year of the dynasty, the shock in his heart is imaginable.

The series of titles that Sun Cheekrou dared not imagine made Peng Mu feel a little dazed at this time. Then a calm emperor voice sounded in his ears again:

"According to the Daxia law, the conditions for entering the dynasty are harsh. For those above the fifth rank, the Daxia test is only the minimum requirement. However, on the other hand, the law does not stipulate the time limit for the top scorer. Therefore, you are still the rare top scorer in our Daxia. Not only can you enjoy this honor that no one can deprive him, but you are also qualified to become an official in the dynasty."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he calmed down for a few breaths, looked at Sun Qian who showed some doubt in front of him, and continued to speak lightly:

"So I have an idea in my mind. I will set up a new yamen outside the six ministries, called the Guanyousi. Its positioning is actually similar to the Teleportation Department. Although it is within the six ministries, it is directly under my jurisdiction. The specific functions are also mentioned at that time. However, in the name of Guanyousi, we will naturally have to travel all over the world, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas of the Great Xia, and even take the lead in entering the legendary forbidden areas. I wonder if the second senior brother intends to accept the position of the Guanyousi Sicheng?"

After the young emperor's faint voice fell, the few people on the platform did not speak, waiting for Sun Qian to concentrate on thinking alone. For Zhao Yu, who was having a headache, the middle-aged soldier in front of him was undoubtedly the best candidate.

Glory is also used to be a simple and easy-to-super, with strong military achievements, and a calmness after experiencing great ups and downs. As for the two levels of cultivation that were smashed, it has never been a problem in front of Zhao Yu now.

When the black and white world fell into silence, two figures slowly broke into the woods on the edge of the world.

The young Confucian scholar Xinhao did not let the old housekeeper and the other female relatives follow him, but supported the white-haired woman who was still crying and slowly walked into the woods that looked particularly dark under the midday sun.

As soon as he stepped into the woods, the young Confucian scholar Xin Hao frowned, because the light around him suddenly darkened, as if he was gradually walking towards a bottomless abyss. Then the two stopped behind the tree where Sun Qian and Peng Mu were originally hiding. In this place, you can clearly see traces of someone who had visited.

"I really feel that there is someone. I don't feel wrong. It's him. He's back, he's finally back!"

When the white-haired woman could no longer control herself, she squatted down and cried in tears. Then she continued to cry and sob:

"Why didn't he come to see me? After so many years, since he hasn't died, why have he never come to see me?"

The young Confucian scholar Xin Hao also squatted beside the middle-aged woman who was unable to do so. His eyes were full of care. He did not speak directly to comfort him, but stretched out his hand and gently patted his aunt's shoulder. After a long time, he said softly:

"Aunt, although this forest is a bit remote, it is a short road leading to Liuye Lane, so some people have passed by in the past. I saw some footprints leading to the distance, or we will continue to walk forward for a while and take a look?"

As soon as Xinhao finished speaking, the middle-aged woman suddenly looked up. Her originally pale face suddenly turned strange flushed. She coughed and got up from the ground, and said quickly:

"Yes, it probably hasn't gone far yet, Hao'er, let's chase!"

Then Confucian scholar Shin-ho sighed softly and hurriedly supported the middle-aged woman who walked forward quickly, but was shaking because of her weakness. In fact, Shin-ho knew very well that once others wanted to leave, the chances of their ability to catch up were slim.

Then the two of them walked slowly into the depths of the forest along the footprints left by Sun Qian. At the same time, in the black and white world, the middle-aged soldier who had been thinking for a long time raised his hands and fell to Zhao Yu in front of him. The solemn and thick voice came out loudly:
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