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Chapter 539: Spring Eats Yexiang Corridor!

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    As soon as the old man finished saying the word 'Xianpin', the two teenagers beside him couldn't help snickering to themselves.

    Those who come to the academy to apply for scientific examinations should not be older than thirty years old. Naturally, they are still young, so how can they write fairy poems?

    In fact, even if the previous people had relatively low qualifications, as long as they could compose a poem, regardless of their rank, they could be regarded as talented people.

    After all, this is an impromptu performance. Even if those powerful Confucianism cultivators come here, I am afraid they will have to think for a long time.

    The old man was just talking casually, and he naturally didn't believe that this seemingly ordinary person in front of him could compose a poem.

    Especially seeing that he was dressed in plain clothes, and he didn't even have a badge of master on his waist, so he guessed that Bu Feifan was just a country boy with no power and power, and the master must also be a casual cultivator in the countryside.

    So the first thing he said was "immortal product", in order to make Bu Feifei in front of him make a good fool of himself.

    After all, even the old man himself would definitely not be able to compose a poem of immortality as he wished.

    "Hmph, let me see how he can compose this immortal poem!"

    "That's right, this savage really has a higher eye than the sky. He dared to come to the academy to sign up for the scientific examination without looking at his own strength. You should go back as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment."

    The high-spirited talk of the two immediately attracted the attention of the people around them. Those who had passed the test or failed all gathered here to watch the excitement.

    Originally, students were only asked to compose a poem, which naturally would not attract the attention of others, but here Bu Feifan asked to compose a poem of immortality, which is naturally quite different.

    "The poem of immortality! I think this son must have offended that senior, otherwise how could he make such an unreasonable request?"

    "Seniors in the academy are all proud, and this happens often, and it's not uncommon, but this guy is really pitiful, and he fell into such a big stumbling block directly, I'm afraid he even entered the gate of the academy.  Don't go!"

    "Hey, what a pity, what a pity!"

    Seeing more and more people gathered around, the old man couldn't help becoming irritable, and urged: "If you can't do it, get out!"

    "Did you hear me, I'll let you go. Is it possible for a savage like you to come to this scholarly family?"

    "The poem of returning immortals, if you can come up with a sentence, you will be considered strong!"

    This is Li Bai, who finally passed the test and rushed towards this side. Li Bai was not surprised that he was selected. After all, although his palace of literature was completely destroyed, his qualifications were still there.

    "Huh? Brother Bu?" Li Bai pushed aside the crowd slightly, and looked at Bu Feifan in front of him who was closing his eyes slightly, as if he was feeling something.

    At this time, Bu Feifan slowly opened his eyes under the watchful eyes of everyone, sighed softly, and then took a step.

    "What is he doing?"

    Bu Feifan's eyes were blurred, his footsteps were swaying, but he seemed to be floating in the sky, and the surrounding breeze blew up Bu Feifan's robe and shook it.

    The second step, the third step, the fourth step, the fifth step, the sixth step.

    "Why is he spinning in circles?"

    "Is this the so-called being in a hurry and not knowing where to go?"

    "But judging by his expression, he doesn't panic at all, as if he has everything under control. Is there anything else he can do?"

    The students around were discussing softly, but the old examiner's expression was fixed, and a strange feeling was born in his heart.

    At this moment, in Bu Feifan's mind, the discussion of the people around him has been completely eliminated, and only contemplation is left. Countless poems from the past life flooded into his heart and emerged one by one in his mind.

    The seventh step, step out!

    The paper in front of the examiner suddenly flew into the air, and the Four Treasures of the Study fluttered naturally in the air!

    "White ramie's new robe is tender and cool!"

    Following Bu Feifan's sound, the pen and paper also moved in the air, writing one by one.

    In the sky, an illusory vision was suddenly reflected. A young student was wearing the new clothes his mother had just woven, and embarked on the road to take the imperial examination!

    "Spring eats leaves and rings the corridor!"

    Countless candidates are struggling to write, as if spring silkworms are gnawing on mulberry leaves, the corridor is full of rustling sounds, their eyes are only on the test papers in front of them, and their expectations of studying hard in the cold window!

    "Is this his poem?"

    "Visions in the sky? What grade is this!"

    "And these are only the first two lines! If the whole poem is completed,??¡±

    The faces of the people who were still laughing suddenly changed drastically, only shock was left in their eyes, and when they looked at Bu Feifan again, there was a trace of fear.

    "This seemingly ordinary person has such talent!"

    "Seven steps and seven steps make a poem!"

    "I even laughed at him as a savage just now. Compared with him, I'm afraid I'm not even the slightest bit!"

    The two teenagers who were ridiculing Bu Feifan at first seemed to realize that something was wrong.

    If Bu Feifan is just a person from the southern wilderness with no power and influence, it doesn't matter if they make fun of it like this, but if Bu Feifan has such talents, they will definitely not be able to match them in the future.

    The old man stood up tremblingly, looked at Bu Feifan solemnly in front of him, and instantly his whole body was shaken, pushing the surrounding students away a few steps, and said fiercely: "Quiet me!  Make him write poetry!"

    The old man's change of attitude now also makes the students around him feel dignified, and they dare not show their atmosphere.

    At the same time, in the Bachelor's College, in a different college.

    Holding the magic pill in his hand, Lin Zhengkai slightly knocked on the door of the dean's room.

    The dean of the academy is the former emperor's respected teacher, and even the current national teacher has to call him a senior. Lin Zhengkai knew that his chess skills had no chance of improving, so that he could maintain the same status in the academy in the future.  , you need to build a good relationship with the dean.

    The magic pill in this hand is what I got from Han Xiangzi's relics, and I am really reluctant to give it away now.

    The door of the room opened slowly, and an old man with gray temples and a white beard crossing his shoulders stood at the door and said, "Friend Lin, what is your business?"

    "Dean, I got a magic pill by luck, but this pill is useless to me, so I want to ask the dean to help me estimate the value, so I can take it out and sell it."

    The dean's expression remained the same, but there was a bit of contempt in his eyes. How could he, an old monster who has lived for countless years, fail to understand Lin Zhengkai's little thoughts?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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