C50 Literature examination (1/2)

The Literature examination's examinations were similar to those in ancient China. The examinees could enter each examination hall and each take an exam paper, after they were done, they could leave the examination hall.

Unlike the martial arts examination that caused a huge disturbance yesterday, the front of the examination hall of the Literature examination was cold and cheerless. The number of people who came to take the examination numbered no more than a thousand.

”Why are there so few examinees?” Su Ziyan was also very puzzled, even if the development of the Tian Yuan Continent's literature was slow, there would not be only so few examinees participating.

”Do you think that Literature examination is only Kao Wencai? You only need to write poems and draw? ” Ye Feifan, who accompanied her to take the examination, did not think that she would be able to participate in the literary Admission Test.

”Aren't you writing poems?” Su Ziyan felt that she had misunderstood.

”If it's poetry, I can write quite a few.” Ye Feifan used his fan to pat her head and said, ”Literature examination wants to choose Wen Entering the Dao.”

”Entering the Dao through writing?” It was not only Su Ziyan's first time hearing about it.

Seeing that she really did not understand, Ye Feifan sighed, and pressed on top of her with a lot of spirit stones, it seemed like he was going to lose everything.

”This is a new sect that has only risen in the last hundred years. Literature examination has to choose talented people. Scholars who had talent could use the language to enter the Dao and train themselves through talent. However, the way of writing can be said to be extremely mysterious. The cultivation method is also very unique, and the amount of people who possess it are few and far between. I also do not know much about it. ”

Ye Feifan patiently explained, ”That's why there were so few participants in Literature examination, and most of them had thought that if they did not have the talent, they would not come to participate.”

This was the first time Su Ziyan had heard of this, and she could not help but sigh: ”There are so many cultivation methods in the Tian Yuan Continent. I wonder when all kinds of flowers and trees will be able to enter the Dao. ”

Ever since Emperor Ouyang Changkong comprehended the cultivation methods of mortals, the structure of Tian Yuan Continent underwent a drastic change. It has aroused the enthusiasm of the later generations to open up a new study, and it is also a new one that has appeared in the last hundred years. Being promoted by the Ouyang Dezheng Emperor, there were just too few gifted people.

Ye Feifan found her interesting, and laughed: ”I don't know about that, I only know that you came to participate in the Literature examination instead of knowing nothing. Will teacher be angered to death when you see what's written? Haha … ”

”Not funny at all.” Su Ziyan's face was gloomy, she already regretted participating in the Literature examination. At that time, Big Brother Xingyun did not explain it to her, but Nie Xingyun did not know that she would actually come to participate in the competition.

A melodious drum sound rang out as over a thousand examinees entered the examination hall.

The atmosphere in the examination hall was very relaxed. No one checked if there were any clamps or anything like that. In any case, the goal of the exam was to find out if there was anyone with talent, so the teachers did not expect these young examinees to write a masterpiece. After all, he was too young, and without a certain amount of accumulation, it would be difficult to write a masterpiece.

There was a square table for each of them. On the table, there was a piece of white paper and a brush.

The literary Admission Test did not have any specific topic. You could write whatever you wanted to write, and you could even draw if you wanted. The teacher could determine whether he was talented or not based on his writing skills. If he was talented, he could still be accepted even if he drew a Glyph.

Of course he was joking. Sitting in the examination hall, Su Ziyan was already dispirited, how could he possibly be angry at himself? She did not hold any hope for the Literature examination.

Seeing that she was not willing to write, Liu Shang mocked, ”If you can't write it out, just draw randomly. It's better than handing over a piece of white paper.”

Su Ziyan had originally given up. She picked up the brush and leisurely wrote it down.

The calligraphy brush was something that Su Ziyan had slowly learnt after she transmigrated, the calligraphy was not too good either, it could only be considered neat and tidy.

Red Lotus Root Starch. Relax Luo Chang and board the boat alone. In the clouds who sent the book, when Yan Yu came back, full moon west tower.

Flowers float in the water. One kind of love, two places to worry about. There was nothing he could do to dispel this feeling. However, when he frowned, it was in his heart.

Being so angry, Su Ziyan did not feel any guilt at all about stealing the ancient poems. She put down the brush and walked out of the examination hall. She was the fastest to submit the paper and the first to exit the examination hall.

After reading the first sentence, Liu Shang did not feel anything.

When he saw that there was nothing he could do to stop the situation, he frowned and thought to himself. He then stabbed himself in the chest like a bayonet and stirred it a few times.

The past came flooding back, and what he thought he had forgotten, or what he had spent a thousand years trying to forget, came back to him.

A thousand years ago, when Liu Shang was in high spirits, he swept across three continents in search of his beloved woman.

He had been looking for her for so many years, and he had a huge grudge against her. No matter how much he suffered, he had never given up. Anyone who dared to stand in his way was completely slaughtered.

However, in exchange for being imprisoned in the Rainbow Glass Ring and being tortured for a thousand years, Liu Shang thought that he had already forgotten about her after a thousand years.

”There is nothing that can be done about it. There is nothing that can be done about it ….” Liu Shang read this sentence repeatedly in his heart, ”Ni Chang, Ni Chang, I still can't forget about you? ”So, it turns out that I am still unable to forget you. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I have no plans …”

Just as he walked to the door, Su Ziyan discovered Liu Shang's abnormality. His eyes were staring at his poems, revealing a sorrowful and struggling expression. His two cloudy eyeballs seemed to become bright.

Intense sorrow was emitted from Liu Shang's body, and spread outwards like rippling waves of water. For a time, the people in the surrounding hundred miles all thought back to the most sorrowful past. Tears unconsciously flowed down from the corners of their eyes.

Amongst the examinees who were standing beside Liu Shang, the feeling was the most obvious.