Qin Mo recognized Zhan Qinghai from the crowd at a glance. Although he had never seen it himself, Zhan Qinghai was the Lord of Jincheng after all. He could be seen on TV news and mobile phone information on various important festivals and major events in Jincheng.

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As for the middle-aged Master Wen who stood next to Zhan Qinghai and was the most talented, Qin Mo deduced that he should be the master of the Jincheng Wen Palace.

There are more than one clerical palace in a city, but there is only one municipal-level palace master.

The status is equal to that of the Lord of Jincheng.

Zhan Qinghai glanced around everyone, nodded with a smile and said: "Dear examination candidates, don't be nervous, relax."

The palace examination is different from all other examinations.

The cultural class exam is about knowledge accumulation.

In addition to talent, the palace examination also tests candidates' on-site performance.

Candidates with exposed talents can perform well on the spot and can also make famous sentences.

If you don't perform well, you can't even come up with good sentences.

The fluctuation is large enough to determine the final score of the college entrance examination.

If you are a little nervous, you will not be able to show your talent. Zhan Qinghai tried his best to appease everyone's mentality. The melon and fruit snacks placed in the hall also had this purpose.

As soon as Zhan Qinghai comforted him, Qin Mo felt that the atmosphere at the scene suddenly lightened up, and the candidates seemed to be relieved of their heavy burdens.

There is no one who is not nervous when meeting the city lord.

What's more, in addition to the city lord, there are so many talented scribes here, including the most talented scribe palace master.

Comparable to a martial artist on the battlefield!

Zhan Qinghai said with a smile: "It's another year of palace examinations. I still remember that in this Number One Scholar's Palace, there have been golden sentences, second-grade, and even higher civil and military masters."

"Honestly, among the candidates for this year's palace examination, there are 14 candidates with outstanding talents. I am surprised and even more pleasantly surprised."

"Of course, there is no need for you to feel pressured by those whose talents are not exposed. In this hall, there are many people who have not exposed their talents and have made great poems."

"The imperial examination requires performance on the spot."

After a conversation, Zhan Qinghai quickly lowered his majesty and seriousness in the hearts of the candidates, and turned their negative emotions of nervousness and discomfort into confident smiles.

"Seeing you reminds me of myself back then."

At this moment, the Master of the Document Hall, whose talents gathered together and condensed two lotuses of talents, also smiled and said.

"Back then, we were not as relaxed as you when we took the literary examination."

"The first is the external environment. Demons are rampant and are watching with eager eyes. Many cities have been occupied by demons and have not yet been recovered."

"When demons meet humans, they kill them first, no matter what, and then eat the meat after killing them."

"At that time, we were in the palace examination, and a city not far from us was occupied by demons, and all life was in ruins."

"But we don't have the strong power to compete with the demons. Only by constantly improving ourselves can we have a chance to kill the demons."

"The second is the internal environment. We don't have money to buy classics and study them to improve our talents. Some candidates even live in poverty and only have one meal for three meals."

"So, you are lucky today, like babies in a cradle in a hotbed, you have never been exposed to fierce competition."

"I hope that this palace examination will become the first step in your growth."

"I hope that some of you can write poems and articles that satisfy and amaze me."

After the Master of the Document Hall finished speaking, as if to encourage everyone, his energy surged crazily and turned into a horrifying cyclone.

Above his head, two lotuses of talent gathered quietly.

Using your talents to cheer many candidates is the highest etiquette among writers.

All the candidates present looked at this scene in amazement, their eyes were red, and their talents were at their peak. This was the realm of talents they dreamed of.

For some reason, Qin Mo had the illusion that while Zhan Qinghai was speaking, the eyes of the masters wearing Manjusri robes standing next to Zhan Qinghai glanced at him.

Including the extremely talented Master of the Clerical Hall.

"but-"

Suddenly, Zhan Qinghai's style changed and he suddenly said sternly: "After all, it is a palace examination. The purpose of the palace examination is to determine the winner and loser."

"I know there are many of you who want to go to the provincial key Wuhan University, or even the Imperial Capital or the Magic Capital!"

"If you want to do well in Wuhan University, you must have real abilities and not just make up your mind."

"If you can't write good poems, good lyrics, or good articles, you can't even hope to get high marks from me."

"The palace examination will be graded jointly by me and the clerical palace master. There will be no favoritism at all."

Finished speaking.

The Lord of the Golden City, whose energy and blood were pumping like a pump and whose majesty was as majestic as the sea, suddenly said: "Now, the palace examination begins."

When Zhan Qinghai first comforted them, then the clerk of the palace encouraged them, and finally Zhan Qinghai sternly announced that the palace examination had begun, all the tension and discomfort in the hearts of the 95 palace examination candidates had already turned into anticipation and yearning for the palace examination.

Qin Mo could clearly feel that all the candidates around him were eager to open their mouths and spit out poems.

excited,

confidence,

The fire in each of my eyes almost made me want to go to Mowu and Diwu. It was written on my face.

They want to be like the master of the clerical palace.

Zhan Qinghai's eyes swept over the 95 candidates for the imperial examination, with expressions of anticipation or excitement that made him very satisfied.

"The first question is to compose a poem!"

"Dear candidates, come here!"

here we go!

Write a poem!

Many candidates' eyes tightened. They were still a little nervous when the palace examination began.

I saw Zhan Qinghai holding a painting scroll, coming to the table, laying it out flat, untying the rope that tied the scroll, and pushing it with his index and middle fingers, the white scroll spread out like drifting snow, covering the wide space.

The desktop will stop.

"The first topic is to use painting as poetry."

After Zhan Qinghai said this, he said no more, took three steps back, and made room with the Master of the Document Hall.

"Painting as a theme?"

Qin Mo was taken aback and couldn't figure out what this question meant.

As soon as the scroll was spread out, the candidates present rushed towards it and surrounded the scroll.

Although Qin Mo was surprised, his movements were not slow at all, and his physical superiority was fully demonstrated, and he just managed to cut his way through the pushing and jostling crowd.

Looking closely, I saw

The six-foot-long scroll is completely covered with goose-feather snow, with almost no other colors visible. The sky in the portrait appears bright and dark. In the lower right corner of the scroll, there are a few blurry black spots, and in front is a sheet of snow-covered land.

of dense woods.

Looking at this painting,

It's completely a snow scene painting.

"Are you asking us to use snow as the theme?" Qin Mo frowned slightly and lowered his head to speculate.

Looking up at Zhan Qinghai, he saw a dull expression on his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

While Qin Mo was closing his eyes in deep thought, many candidates had already returned to their seats and started writing.

This picture is too simple and easy to understand, 90% of it is a snow scene.

Using snow as poetry is not a problem for them.

Even easy.

After all, there are a great number of snow scene poems from ancient times to the present, whether they are ancient poems or modern poems.

"I've done it!" A voice interrupted Qin Mo's thinking. The first candidate to write a poem stood up and excitedly handed the paper in his hand to Zhan Qinghai.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

They all understand the rule that the one who uses less time will score higher.

Xue Jing, the questions are not tricky, they are all confident that they can perform at their best.

Among the poems sent, there were even two that were so talented that they reached the level of masterpieces.

Qin Mo never started writing. He always felt that this question was more than that simple.

Buzz

At this moment, a golden light lit up, and it was a candidate in the front row.
Chapter completed!