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Zhao Zhizhan sighed with a hint of regret and pride: "I have been to this place before, and it was something that happened after the test. You have to understand the details yourself, but you have to remember the most important point clearly. There are three stars in this Cosmic Star Academy, and the only stars you can go to now is the first star. However, if you have the chance, you must work hard and pass the second star.

It was not that this person had purposefully said it was vague, but rather that those memories had long since become blurry, not because people were forgetful, but because many things they truly could not remember. After leaving the sky, many memories seemed to have been washed clean, just like the sky that was blue.

Zhao Lingyi had heard the Crown Prince talk about it in the past, so he more or less knew about it. Hearing the other party speak such vague words, he finally understood. He nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

However, he vaguely remembered that in the Cosmic Star Academy, there was only one Scholar. This book did not refer to a person, but to a book left behind by a Scholar, and because of the Scholar's luck and wealth, he had formed a written challenge. Not only was there luck, there was also talent. Once acquired, it would benefit him for life.

As soon as he finished speaking, this conversation was already over. However, Zhao Zhizhan suddenly thought of something and added, "You also know that I'm from the Humble Class, but there are also other clansmen. If you're willing, you'll be able to get a pair of armor at such a young age, and if you're willing, you can enlighten your clansmen and children for a hundred silver taels per month."

These words were spoken in a carefree manner, but a hundred taels was not a small sum. It was not even worth a hundred taels for a High Scholar. Thus, he was trying to make up the cost of the money.

Zhao Lingyi did not feel moved at all when he heard this. He only felt that it was a bit funny that Zhao Zhizhan actually wanted to give him money in such a way. It seemed that the Gongsun family had indeed changed.

This unforeseen event made Zhao Zhizhan need to temporarily wait and watch without angering Mrs Gongsun.

"I didn't even know that I was valued so highly by my father." She had a self-deprecating look on her face as she said that, and a smile that seemed like there was something at the corner of her mouth, which was very funny, "When we came here earlier, big sister Yunqi had been very angry at me, and she even told me that her family's big brother is now highly regarded by the palace. "I was a little depressed. Why did you tell me all of this for no reason at all? It turns out that I had already expected that father would treat me so well."

The eyewitness medicine that should be applied, must not be missing at all. Furthermore, he was already feeling aggrieved in his heart. If he did not vent it out, he was afraid that his heart would feel terrible.

Zhao Zhizhan frowned and faintly said, "Whether or not I can turn the tide is still two things. If a person wants to support a family, that is, unless he is a scholar." The one from my Gongsun family is indeed very promising and has become a Grand Scholar. If I were to take another step forward in my life, I wouldn't have anything to say. However, your future is much better than his. "Not everyone has a will to fight in their poems."

Zhao Lingyi knew he was talking about the poem that he stole from the Martial Saint. It was a poem that had been passed down for generations. However, when he thought about it, the Crown Prince ordered him to burn it without even looking at it.

Making poems and songs was not a big deal. However, it was extremely rare for a poem or song to contain battle intent and draw upon heaven and earth's elemental energy.

Such a verse was no longer just a poem, but a killing tool. Wang Chuanshi had successfully killed hundreds of thousands of people with just one poem.

With such power, everyone would naturally want to become a saint. They would emphasize the classics, pay attention to others, and even rule over countries was placed on the small path. Those poems and songs had become even more useless.

However, just when everyone was about to become saints like Sage Kong, the beastmen started invading. It was hard for the people of the ten empires to fight against the beastmen. Only now did the Saints realize that due to their good cultivation, they naturally had no fear. As for those that advanced, they were all extremely weak. However, no one knew when they would make a comeback. As a result, the style of the ten countries had completely changed, and the poem had become the most important thing.

Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, why was there no one else in his mind? Only this poem, and no one knows who wrote it?

Some things were certain to happen.

The pair of eyes that were hidden in the sky slowly opened up.

Because he was in the capital, his arrival was faster than anywhere else. After the announcement of the Emperor Leaderboard, that day, he had already prepared his luck for the scholar.

On the morning of the second day, he was already dressed neatly and headed for the Wen Garden.

He had just arrived in a horse carriage, and quite a few people came to congratulate him. Many of them didn't even know him, but Zhao Lingyi still returned the greetings with a smile on his face.

In her past life, when she was the Demon Concubine, she had let herself know that sometimes, reputation was very important. Thus, in this life, she was determined to be a saint.

The moment this person saw the Wen Garden, he realized that quite a few people had already come to attend to this matter. Under the lead of the people inside, they all went to the main hall.

There were quite a lot of people in the main hall. As soon as Zhao Ling Yi entered, a lot of people stood up and clasped their hands. She also returned the courtesy.

There were a lot of people who came to talk, but they were also very enthusiastic. The table head and the two armors, these somewhat teasing and praising words were rather complicated.

Gongsun Yunqi was one of them. In order not to make others say that she had a small heart, she called out "little sister" affectionately. There was no need to even mention how happy she was.

There were a lot of people with her who were unhappy, but so what if they were unhappy? At this time, a storm was brewing in this place, and the academicians would probably expel them from it. They wouldn't be able to raise their heads again in the future.

The only one who did not come up to greet him seemed to be Shang Yuchan, he was still like a proud and aloof swan, with a graceful figure and slightly raised lower jaw. His face was filled with indifference, as if he did not put everything in his eyes.

This guy was born with a bit of luck and was a good student, so he naturally had the ability to be arrogant. As for how proud he was, as long as he wasn't proud in front of Zhao Lingyi, he couldn't be bothered to respond.

She was preparing to take the path of a Saint and take it as her own. Therefore, no matter who came up to greet her, they would all nod and speak smilingly. When he was with Shang Yuchan, it seemed like the complete opposite was true.

This kind of scene didn't last long. Soon, a bailiff cautiously walked towards Zhao Ling Yi while carrying some things.

Of course, the other bailiffs were also holding these items and handing them over to those selected people.

Without needing the bailiff to explain, they knew what was inside. Everyone was very careful when they took it because it was a scholar's robe, and other than that, there was also a child's sword.

It was a light blue colored shirt, and there was no difference between man and woman. Both of them had lotus leaves collars, with stripes of willow leaves sewn on the sides with silver threads. The entire shirt came down straight like a cylinder.

The style of this scholar's robe was not much different from an ordinary scholar's uniform. The only difference was that the willow leaf stripes embroidered on the collar and cuffs represented a scholar's identity. If a normal person wore it, they would be caned eighty times, directly taking the person's life.

As the saying goes, a gentleman should wear a sword at the waist. However, Zhao Lingyi was a woman and never wore one. Now that he was wearing one, he naturally had to hang his sword on his waist.

This matter was enough to injure anyone. Ordinary people were forbidden from using swords and sabers to prevent any riots from occurring.

They went to change their clothes. They tidied up each other's clothes so that nothing disrespectful happened. After doing all that, they started to quietly wait for the auspicious hour.

As they were waiting for the auspicious hour to arrive, the gongs and drums began to sound outside the door. The examiners, assistant ministers, and academicians were already standing outside.

The three of them brought the fifty new students to the holy temple. After reciting the sacrificial text, they brought everyone to pay their respects. Each of them had a praying mat in front of them. After they finished, they all kneeled down.

In the moment he knelt down, the space seemed to have turned, and a pressure suddenly appeared all over his body. This kind of invisible power was pressing down on the top of his head, although it was impossible to touch it, it directly entered into the bottom of his heart and cleansed his soul.

In an instant, countless oranges appeared within the temple. They appeared out of nowhere and enveloped every scholar. Everyone's heads were lowered as if they had been submerged in a sea. Their eyes were tightly shut, as if something had returned to them.

The scene that everyone saw was different.

What Zhao Lingyi saw was a man in front of him. He was wearing a beast robe, and with that simple and crude thing, he fought with the wild beasts and finally established the kingdom of man. It was an ancestor.

Immediately afterwards, someone appeared and endlessly tasted the various herbs that appeared in the world before finally dying. However, this meaning was exchanged for the lives of all the people in the world. It was an ancestor.

The sky and the earth were filled with clouds, and the rivers were overflowing with water. There were people who were constantly fighting against the monstrous flood water in the area of flesh and blood. In the end, they were able to use their own power to heal the water disasters that threatened to kill them. It was an ancestor.

When the human race took shape, the beastmen suddenly rose up. As a result, some people outside the city began to chant the words of the saints. The beastmen were not strong enough to fight back, and were forced to retreat step by step. It was an ancestor.

The heavens were breaking, so he had to make up for it himself. Filling in the flood of rivers. This was the people, and the things that could not be desecrated.

With the nourishment of the orange gas, the starry sky started to appear in his mind.

The palace that had just been formed was still in a state of chaos. It was as if the earth had not been created yet. However, there was already a twinkling star there that was radiating light.

Immediately afterwards, the light became more and more intense and started to bloom, allowing people to clearly see other things.