Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 92: Determined to Start All Over Again and Regain the Old Land, I Can Pay Homage to the Former Capital of the Empire (2)

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These questions were passed down by Prime Minister Qin. Most examination candidates would definitely answer it by stating the unsuitability of the North Expedition as the breakthrough point.

This made Yan Chaoqing feel very bored.

The winding path led to a secluded place, under the eaves of a thatched cottage.

The three Headmasters appeared one after another. Their Confucian robes were not stained with rain at all.

“This child’s essay is like a denunciation of the attitude towards the North Expedition. It’s majestic and even more like a trend. Very good.”

Third Headmaster Wang Banshan stroked his long beard and did not hide his admiration.

“Expelling the barbarians and reclaiming the Central Plains… is a declaration. It can’t help but ignite the thought of the North Expedition. It’s indeed a talented young man.”

First Headmaster Zhu Huoxi nodded. “Did this child enter the Literary Department?”

Second Headmaster Pang Ji shook his head. “This child comes from Chongzhou. He did not enter the Literary Department.”

“This child’s literary talent is outstanding. He should naturally enter the Literary Department. How can we let such a talent wander outside?” First Headmaster Zhu Huoxi was a little displeased.

“After the Spring Quarter Examination ends, let him enter the Literary Department. To be able to move the Literary Monument means that this child is extremely fated with the Literary Department. In the future, if this child goes to the Wordless Literary Monument to recite an essay, he might really be like Li You’an and Su Zhanxian and cause a phenomenon in the Literary Monument. He will condense his literary courage and descend to the heavens!”

“That’s another grand event for the Literary Department.” The First Headmaster stroked his beard and said.

The Third Headmaster chuckled. “This child once went to the Martial Temple and caused the Martial Chief Stone to produce Qi Blood Smoke. Generations of Martial Chiefs appeared to deduce the Martial Scripture for him…

“Martial Chief Di Cang said that if An Le dares to enter the Literary

Department, he will directly fall out with him. I’m afraid it will be very difficult for him to join our Literary Department.”

The First Headmaster couldn’t help but stop stroking his beard.

After a long time, he said, “This child is born to be a scholar. It’s insulting to be a martial artist in the Martial Temple.”

“Banshan, you have to get him back.”

Third Headmaster Wang Banshan smiled and looked at the night rain as he spoke calmly.

“The current Literary Department is no longer as pure as the Martial Temple. Should we let this child enter the Literary Department to scheme? Moreover, this child has a conflict with Prime Minister Qin. I’m afraid the Literary Department can’t tolerate him.”

“I can’t get him.”

An Le finished writing the last word and let out a long sigh, his eyes shining.

The sword qi in the numbered room was like autumn light, murderous and surging. As he finished writing his essay, it slowly converged and finally transformed into the Ink Pool Sword that hung at his waist.

“This is written beautifully. Prime Minister Qin will probably be very angry when he sees the denunciation of his attitude towards the North Expedition.”

“However, at most, you won’t give me a proper score for the big question. I don’t expect to score well for this question.”

An Le smiled freely.

Back then, when he saw the Molten Gold Age of the old man of the Imperial

Ancestral Temple, the scenes of the generals crying and howling when the Great Zhao Dynasty moved south, the sadness of the civil and military officials kneeling and bidding farewell to the Central Plains made him very depressed.

Now, he could finally vent his anger.

An Le actually did not understand the officials who rejected the North Expedition and chose to make peace.

If they had just moved south, in order not to waste the people’s money and hurt the country’s foundation, they would not want to carry out the North Expedition to reclaim the lost land. This was still within the scope of understanding.

However, after 500 years, the Great Zhao Dynasty had developed extremely rich to the south of the Blue Wave River. They had strong troops, strong horses, tough generals, and scholars. They were so prosperous that they were ecstatic.

It was a good opportunity for the North Expedition, but they weres still unwilling to go on the North Expedition and fall out with the Yuan Meng

Empire. They would rather be intoxicated by the prosperous and gentle Lin’an.

Perhaps other than unwillingness, there was also fear. They were afraid that if they encountered failure, the prosperous dream would shatter, causing the flames of war to spread.

However, the original roots of the Great Zhao Dynasty were north of the Blue Wave River, in the Central Plains!

Shaking his head, An Le put down his pen and looked out of the rain.

Previously, he was immersed in writing and vaguely felt a gaze spying on him through the rain. He did not know who it was. To be able to pass the monitoring of the Spring Quarter Examination, his cultivation must be extraordinary.

However, it was not a big deal that it did not affect his Spring Quarter Examination.

After answering the questions, An Le stopped thinking and closed his eyes slightly. The Sword Furnace in his Niwan Palace clanged. In a short period of time, his Shedding Mortality mental power had improved a little.

When he was doing the questions, the evolution of his mental state, coupled with the resonance of the Sword Waterfall with his mental power, resulted in an increase in his mental power.

A smile appeared on An Le’s lips and he stopped moving the question paper.

He looked at the sky and saw that it was almost dawn.

In other words, in a day, he had finished answering all the questions he had to do for the next three days.

For the rest of the time, An Le was very confident and did not need to check. To him, the questions were not difficult. The only question that could not be confirmed was the last North Expedition question.

However, from the beginning, An Le did not have any hopes of scoring on that.

The ink on the ends was still moist, just like when the wind and rain washed away.

The storm gradually stopped, and the sky gradually lit up with spring light. Manv Provincial Scholars woke up from their sDrinz slumber and washed their faces with the rain. After eating the scones they brought, they lit up the slightly bright lights and continued to answer the questions.

The young man answered his questions while they slept, now he cultivated while they answered theirs.

The first round of the Spring Quarter Examination, which lasted for three days, finally ended. There were still the second and third rounds, both of which lasted for three days.

However, the candidates for the Imperial Examination all had a day to rest. They could sweep away their decadence for three days. They could also work hard to revise and check for shortcomings.

The spring rain stopped the next day. Today, the warm sun shone high, illuminating the many peach blossoms and apricot flowers fighting for spring in the Literary Institute..