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They were all talking about the examiners who were likely to become Elementary Scholars next year, and also talking about their preferences. For matters like poetry, it was best to compare them to each other's preferences.

The Academician shook his head as he listened. "If it were anyone else, they would need to remember this path, but if it is a girl, there is no need. As long as a person has two eyes, one can see how ingenious the poem is."

Wang Yao narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed. "I also have a mission on my hands. I don't know when we'll meet again after parting today. Why don't you compose a poem and then give us a farewell?"

The other two naturally agreed.

Of course, Zhao Lingyi would not refuse. These three people came to give him a gift, and it was already a matter of utmost importance to him. He should not fail to appreciate their kindness and act as if he could take advantage of them. However, there was no brush and ink right now. He could not help but shake his hand and regretfully said, "I'm afraid this place is inconvenient for me to write poetry."

Wang Yao smiled and said how hard it was. After waving his hand, someone brought over a table along with some ink and paper.

For a moment, Zhao Lingyi felt that something was off and could not help but smile bitterly. It seemed like this person had already ordered his people to prepare something and was waiting for him to write a poem.

The other two also had smiles on their faces. They had obviously known about this and were waiting for this move. Since that was the case, they couldn't refuse it.

Zhao Lingyi slowly walked in that direction. At this time, snow suddenly began to fall from the sky. This was the first snow of the year. It slowly fell like goose feathers.

It was already autumn, the transition was for winter, but today's snow seemed to have arrived much earlier. Unknowingly, the thousand miles of yellow clouds had already covered the sky and blotted out the sun.

After thinking carefully about the lines in his mind, he really did find a poem.

Even though it was such a cold day, his hands did not feel the slightest bit cold when he held the brush. The feeling of not being able to hold the brush was most likely the benefit of becoming a scholar.

As for the other three players, they were also paying close attention to the poem that was written on the wall. Some of them even went over to hold up umbrellas, but Wang Yao simply held them himself.

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds, the white light of the day, the north wind, goose snow.

The Fellow looked at the scene in the sky as if it was just a description. Unknowingly, he felt a bit of coldness. Perhaps the poem was too cold.

Wang Yao's eyes were fixed on the piece of paper on the table. Zhao Lingyi was extremely serious as she wrote down the next line of the poem:

Don't worry about not knowing your friend before you, who in the world doesn't know their master?

Zhao Lingyi raised her head at this moment and looked at Wang Yao with a faint smile on her face. Her charming eyes sparkled, and the tip of her nose was as small as the tip of a beautiful jade. Her lips curled up slightly, and her cheeks were as red as a cherry.

Wang Yao's heart skipped a beat and he avoided looking at her. He chuckled lightly and said, "What a good saying, don't worry about not knowing each other before. Who in this world doesn't know who's boss!"

The Fellow was constantly admiring his beard as he said, "A thousand miles of yellow clouds billow in the daytime. The north wind blows like the snow and geese. These two lines are based on the sincerity in his heart, so they can be profound; they can be forgiving because they have a broad mind and they can describe the scenery in front of them. "

The invigilator teased, "It's because I can't bear to part with it."

Even though it was teasing, he couldn't help but see the sunset in front of his eyes. Although it was in the capital and people were coming and going, he seemed to be able to see the vast land.

The three of them looked at each other and sighed.

He had originally thought that this was a ambitious poem, but after muttering it several times in his heart, he suddenly felt a bit sad.

Sunset in the evening, but also a large amount of snow, blowing wildly in the north wind, can only see in the distance, cut off the geese, roaming in the cold clouds, people can not control the feel of the cold weather, the feeling of the wanderer.

Everyone had a history of sadness in their hearts, and this sadness seemed to have been brought up. The first two sentences described the state of affairs in their hearts, and although it did not involve people, it made them feel as if they were in the middle of a snowstorm, as if there were warriors howling at the top of a mountain.

"If you do not exhaust your strength here, you cannot see the turning point below. You cannot see the gentleness of words, the kindness of heart, the sincerity of friendship, or the sadness of others." Wang Yao commented for a bit before letting out a clear laugh and saying, "Those two are your elders, but you can treat me as a friend."

The saying "Mo Chou has no friends in the past, who in the world doesn't know their master?" Not only was he trying to comfort his friends, he was also motivating himself.

It was said that a soulmate was rare, but with just this one poem, it was already considered a soulmate.

The Fellow could not help but want to grab the poem, but he could not lift the paper. He could not help but move his eyes as he smiled. "Good, good, good. Every word is worth a thousand gold."

There was a natural evaluation between the lines of poetry.

If it was an extremely good poem, then the words would carry Qi. If it was too heavy, then it would have the same effect of one word, one thousand gold coins.

The three of them looked at each other in dismay. They didn't expect that at this moment, they would actually meet a thousand gold coins.

If this poem weighed a thousand jin, then it meant that this poem could be used to battle. Zhao Lingyi could use this poem to fight with others. If one day, he could really become a semi-sage expert, then everyone in the world would be able to rely on this poem.

Wang Yao's expression flickered between dark and bright. It was unknown what he was thinking. However, it was clear that what he was thinking about was not a trivial matter.

Under this poem, it was difficult for the other two people to remain calm. They began to discuss among themselves.

"Tomorrow, this kind of poem will definitely be displayed in the imperial court. It is already incomparably talented. As long as my luck can keep up, it will be of great help to my Tang Dynasty." The more he looked at himself, the more he liked it, but in his heart, he was more concerned for his country.

Ever since the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Ming had passed away without leaving behind any descendants. As a result, the world had fallen apart.

As a result, it gradually became ten countries. These ten countries competed with each other, but as the generations went by, they gradually began to recuperate in their own countries. Although there were still some internal strife, at least on the surface, it was peaceful.

However, this was only on the surface. The Beastmen were like tigers eyeing their prey, and they had these enemies by their side. If they were to come back to the internal strife, they would need more help to calm their hearts.

"I've already recommended a song for your loyal officials to the Cosmic Star Academy, and after learning about it in the imperial court, I wanted to reward you. However, I was preparing to publish at the Cosmic Star Academy, so I ended up joining them together. May I know his name? " The Fellow's beard had already been stroked to the point that it looked like weeds, but he still did not give up.

Zhao Lingyi slowly said, "Don't."

Just a single word was enough to express the deepest meaning of this poem. The original meaning of this poem was, to leave.

The overseer nodded and sighed, "I wanted to tell you to hide it again, but now it seems that you'll never be able to hide it. But don't be too arrogant. In the eyes of the saints, scriptures are the first, governance is the second, and poetry is the last. "

At this moment, Wang Yao softly said, "It's not that I don't want to miss out on Shi Shi. Maybe I'll just find her. This is my own path to life."

When the proctor heard Wang Yao's words, he also echoed, "You're right. Since this little girl is so talented, she might be able to find her own path."

The three of them sighed before giving up. At this moment, Wang Yao, who had a dark expression, suddenly stealthily took out the imprint that he wore on his body. He didn't let anyone see him.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Yao suddenly grabbed Zhao Lingyi's hand and pressed down on the imprint before quickly pressing down on the poem.

The Fellow gaped in shock. "You, you, what are you doing?"

Zhao Ling Yi was also at a loss. He stared at his hands in confusion.

Before anyone could react, Wang Yao quickly picked up the piece of paper, turned around, and ran off. He muttered, "Untie the Three Autumn Leaf, open the February Flower, cross the river, and enter the bamboo forest."

This poem was about wind. After saying that, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere under his feet. With a light tap, it floated up into the air, traveling several li.

After confirming that she had run far away, Wang Rou burst out laughing. "Since we're parting, then of course I'll be giving it to you as a gift. If so, I won't hold back and will take it away first. Goodbye."

Who said they would give it to him?

Zhao Lingyi rolled his eyes. This man seemed quite reliable. Why didn't he want to? Such a person!

He was both angry and amused. Right now, he was like a little kid who just ran away like he was stealing things. But when it came to kids, the other two people's eyes were red, like little kids who couldn't get candy.

The Fellow immediately flew into a rage and loudly berated, "That was a poem written by my future daughter-in-law. Hurry up and return it to me!"

No matter how thick Zhao Lingyi's face was, he could not help but blush because there were actually a lot of people here. First, they stole something and ran away laughing, and then there was someone reprimanding them, saying that they were doing it for their daughter-in-law.

The invigilator muttered to himself, cunning and crafty, before spitting out a line from his mouth: "The wind blows like a bow and the general hunts for Weicheng. The grass withered eagle's eyes were sharp, the snow dried horse's hooves were light. After suddenly passing by Xinfeng City, it would then belong to Liuliu Camp. Looking back at the eagles, it's a thousand miles away. "

The wind was like an arrow as it whizzed past like rain.

The control of this spell was quite good. It did not harm anyone else at all. It was directed at them one by one, and all of them were directed at Wang Yao.

The invigilator and the academician were all fellow scholars, whereas Wang Yao was an advanced Scholar. He was said to have the courage to become a Grand Scholar, so naturally, he wasn't afraid. Even if the people behind him pursued him relentlessly, it would still be completely useless.

Zhao Lingyi shook his head. He had never thought that the first time he saw a scholar fight was because of his poem.