A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude.

Water does not have to be deep.

When Qin Mo started writing and left the first two sentences on the white paper, a faint golden line had already appeared along the font. The golden line lengthened by one point with each word on the paper.

Qin Mo's pen didn't stop at all. He drove straight down, and his words were as smooth as flowing water.

This is a humble room, but I have a warm virtue. The moss on the steps is green, and the grass is green in the curtains. There are scholars talking and laughing, and there are no white men coming and going. I can tune the plain qin and read the golden scriptures. There is no mess of silk and bamboo, and there is no labor of writing papers. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Yunting in Xishuzi.

Confucius said: What is so shameful?

Buzz

After finishing the last word, the golden lines that appeared on the surface of the font suddenly turned into an extremely shining light, almost covering it and drowning Qin Mo.

"This is another quatrain, and the entire short article is a quatrain."

When Shen Mengsheng saw this scene, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

Articles cannot be turned into golden sentences, let alone quatrains.

In order to achieve the universality of words and the success of writings, poems must be extremely concise and concise, with each word and sentence conveying a stunning artistic conception, in order to become golden sentences and quatrains.

Articles, the most outstanding articles are one sentence or a few sentences that become golden sentences.

But Qin Mo's short article turned into gold, dazzling and eye-catching.

Shen Mengsheng had the idea of ​​​​throwing away his pen and leaving the No. 1 Scholar Hall right away. What a waste of time in the exam!

If the city lord and palace lord were not present, he would have turned over the table (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻.

Lin Youyin also looked at the golden light crossing the paper with a look of disbelief. Is this really his half-brother?

She felt that her intelligence department should be disbanded and there was no need for it to exist anymore.

"It's not a quatrain, the golden glow is more than two inches, it's an article handed down from ancient times!" Suddenly, someone from the scribes in the Wenshi Palace shouted.

Articles handed down from generation to generation!

As soon as the word "Legend" came out, the atmosphere in the entire Zhuangyuan Hall seemed to freeze.

Uh-huh!!!

Before everyone could be surprised, Zhan Qinghai and Song Mingcheng, the master of the Document Hall, took action at the same time. Their vitality rolled up and turned into an invisible hand, rolling the golden paper in front of Qin Mo.

Zhan Qinghai pinched half of the paper and said with a gloomy face: "Old Song, let go."

Song Mingcheng shook his head and refused to give in: "Do not do to others what you do to yourself. Lao Zhan, you have gone too far."

"Old Song, our long-term friendship can't even be compared to an article handed down from generation to generation?"

"Friendship? What is friendship? Compared with the articles handed down from ancient times, he is nothing."

"Then you fart."

"Don't try to change the concept secretly."

"Count to three and put them together."

"one two three……"

After three beeps, Zhan Qinghai looked at the slender fingers that were pinching the other half of the paper even more tightly. He was extremely unhappy and said with a dark face: "Old Song, you lied. This is not what a gentleman would do."

Song Mingcheng showed disdain and sneered: "As if you abide by the agreement."

Looking at the two people who were locked in a stalemate on the stage, the candidates were all dumbfounded. One was the Lord of Jincheng City, and the other was the Lord of the Document Hall. At this moment, they were fighting for the handed down article written by Qin Mo, and both of them were unwilling to back down.

But after thinking about it, they can understand that the birth of an article handed down from generation to generation can shock the whole country.

A writer can be lucky enough to read an article handed down from generation to generation in his lifetime. What could be more fortunate than this?

Perhaps aware of the awkwardness of the atmosphere.

Finally, Zhan Qinghai and Song Mingcheng read this article together.

"Inscription on the Humble Room"

A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude.

Water does not have to be deep.

With just these two sentences, a majestic and vast atmosphere suddenly hit me.

This "Inscription on a Humble Room" is actually completely different from Qin Mo's first two poems in style. Instead of being tactful and consigned, it is bold and uninhibited.

Without pausing their eyes for a moment, Zhan Qinghai and the Master of the Palace of Documents looked down almost at the same time.

This is a humble house, but I am kind to my virtue. The moss marks on the steps are green, and the grass is green on the curtains.

Every word is refined to the extreme, as if it was put on paper only after a lot of hard work.

This is a short article, just a few words.

Taking the second part of the biography of the National Sage as the title, the poem is about the situation of the National Sage after he was demoted after fighting in the official career in his middle age and fell into poverty and poverty.

Ran

Throughout the entire article, there is not a single word that gives people the impression of being down and out.

It gives people the feeling that the national saint was not demoted, but rose to great heights.

But in fact, words such as shabby room and moss marks in the article remind the owner of his environment all the time.

It is not that he has risen to greatness, but that the owner lives in a shabby room and his heart is toward the stars. He completely imbues the article with the optimistic and noble character of the national saint.

Zhan Qinghai and Song Mingcheng looked at each other after reading the article. They still maintained the posture of holding half of the handed down article each, because neither of them was thin, but Zhan Qinghai was very strong. This posture made the two of them close to each other.

Very close, even crowded.

The scene is quite funny.

It's quite similar to the scene Qin Mo saw on TV where the two burly men looked at you and poked each other's fingers in the face but didn't do anything because they were worried about you.

"It is worthy of being an article handed down from generation to generation." After a long time, Song Mingcheng said, and an article handed down from generation to generation was born right in front of his eyes.

Zhan Qinghai had a silent face and said nothing.

He is not a master of literary works. Although he has the ability to appreciate and write famous sentences, he has never even written a quatrain, let alone an article handed down from generation to generation.

"This kid is only eighteen years old." Zhan Qinghai felt deep in his heart.

The publication of the handed down article not only surprised Zhan Qinghai and Song Mingcheng, but also caused disaster to the other candidates in the inner hall.

Candidates who are usually very confident and talented are now looking down at the articles they have written. No matter from which angle they look at it, the articles they have written look like a piece of shit and are unsightly.

On the stage, Zhan Qinghai noticed the subtle changes in the hearts of the candidates in the hall, realized the seriousness of the situation, and gently said to the candidates: "Candidates, please don't be affected by distractions. The last question is a critical stage for you. Answer the question seriously."

Zhan Qinghai's voice calmed down the impetuous candidates present a lot, and they quickly found their state and fell into a calm state of mind.

Buzz

In the main hall, another place shines with light, and someone's article quotes scriptures or contains golden sentences.

Shen Mengsheng put down his pen and presented the article.

In the past, Shen Mengsheng would have been extremely excited if he could write an article containing golden sentences, but what happened today was such a big blow to him that he was no longer in the mood to be complacent.

He just wanted to end the imperial examination as soon as possible.

After a while, Lin Youyin also completed the answer sheet. There was a faint golden light on the paper, which obviously contained golden sentences.
Chapter completed!