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"Wen Xinguan is upstairs. You can go upstairs from here and go all the way to the top floor." Song Tingfeng took him to the stairs and pointed to the upstairs:
"There is no requirement for this level, but you have to remember, follow your heart, if it is too contrived, your score will be lowered."
"What's the use of scoring?" Xu Qi'an asked back.
"Why do you backtest your aptitude? Scoring four grades: A, B, C, D, the better the aptitude. Naturally, the easier it is to be cultivated." Song Tingfeng raised his chin: "I am B."
Zhu Guangxiao muffled, "I'm C."
I am a big manXu Qi'an played tricks silently, and went up the stairs alone. When he reached the second floor, he saw a simple bronze mirror hanging on the red lacquered pillar facing the stairs.
His figure was reflected in the mirror.
Xu Qi'an's heart palpited for no reason, his muscles tensed uncontrollably, and then he relaxed slowly.
The inner distracting thoughts are settled, the mood is peaceful, and all the fame, fortune and selfish desires are put aside.
There is something wrong with this mirror As soon as this thought flashed, it settled in the bottom of my heart and I didn't care about it.
Forcibly entering the sage's time this idea also precipitated.
He turned the corner with ease and came to the lobby on the second floor, where a Buddha was enshrined, with a plump figure and a solemn treasure.
There are tributes on the incense bank, and the incense is curling up.
An official stood in front of the Buddha, looking at him.
Xu Qi'an looked at the Buddha statue calmly for a few times, then stopped looking, and walked towards the stairs on the third floor.
The official watched his back leave, lowered his head and wrote on the paper, as if evaluating
The third floor is dedicated to Taoist priests, wearing Taoist robes, holding wooden swords, and stepping on auspicious clouds.
In front of Faxiang, there was also an official who watched Xu Qi'an's arrival quietly.
After Xu Qi'an took a few random glances and turned to leave, the official also picked up a pen and wrote comments on the paper spread out on the table
The fourth floor is dedicated to Confucian saints, wearing Confucian shirts and Confucian crowns, looking into the distance.
The official still stood in front of the clay sculpture of the saint, looking at Xu Qi'an quietly.
This sculpture of a sage is exactly the same as the one in Yunlu AcademyXu Qi'an felt this in his heart, and left without hesitation.
He came to the highest floor - the fifth floor.
The fifth floor enshrines a man in a yellow robe. He stands majestically, with a sword in both hands, with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes.
Xu Qi'an didn't know this person, but the bright yellow dragon robe said everything.
A certain king of the Dafeng Dynasty, or the founding emperor.
When he came here, he suddenly realized the true meaning of "asking the heart". Testing aptitude is only part of it. The real meaning is to test a person's moral character.
The function of that mirror is to make people unable to act against their will and intentionally offer incense and worship
Oops, I didn't pay homage to Buddha, Taoist priests, or saints. This shows that I am a person who does not respect gods and Buddhas and disdains the Four Books and Five Classics
It doesn't matter, but I must worship the one on the fifth floor If I don't worship, I will be finishedA person who has no king and father and ignores gods and Buddhas is not allowed in this era of
What kind of organization is the watchman?
It is a spy and guard agency affiliated to the emperor.
It can be disrespectful to the three religions, but it cannot be disloyal to the emperor.
Therefore, "Ask Your Heart" is a screening of moral character.
Xu Qi'an was undoubtedly unqualified, he went up to the fifth floor in one go, and no one came to worship.
I am such a scum in the world, I will be kicked out of the jailer's yamen That's all, the key is that the jailer knows that I framed Zhou Li, who knows if it will turn over the old score
These thoughts flashed one by one, then settled down, and were automatically ignored.
Xu Qi'an anxiously resisted the "sage mode", forcing himself to bow to the king, the two consciousnesses confronted frantically, his body became stiff, his muscles spasmed and trembled.
Waiting for the officials standing in front of the king, observed Xu Qi'an for a moment, then passed him downstairs.
A few minutes later, when the officials returned, Xu Qi'an was still standing there, his whole body stiff and trembling, as if his limbs were cramping.
The official looked at Xu Qian as if looking at a rare animal, and said in a low voice: "I have already exchanged comments with my colleagues downstairs."
The official continued: "When Duke Wei set up Wenxinguan, there was an explanation. If someone does not close or worship for five consecutive floors, he must be a heinous person."
Brother, give me another chance!
Xu Qi'an was extremely anxious.?.
"So Wei Gong gave another chance and set up the sixth pass alone, but no one has ever been to that pass." The official looked at Xu Qi'an miraculously: "You are a scorpion shit, the only one."
"You relax and don't get cramps," he said.
Xu Qi'an no longer fights against the sage mode in his heart, adjusts his breathing, and successfully stops his muscles from twitching.
Only then did I realize that my back was soaked.
He followed the officials around the statue of the king and went to a deeper area,
Mottled sunlight pours from the hollowed-out windows, illuminating the wooden platform in the house finely.
A line of poetry is engraved on the wooden platform.
Killed millions of soldiers from the enemy chieftains, the sword at the waist is still bloody.
Returning with a golden mace in hand, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty did not dare to speak.
The little poem is quite domineeringshow me what the poem means.
Xu Qi'an glanced sideways at the silent official, originally wanting to stuff some cash to get information from him.
After thinking about it, how can a mere official understand the mind of that powerful eunuch? impossible.
Don't lead yourself astray, or you will end up dead.
Dou poetry? Impossible, the theme is obviously not a competition for poetic talent. Asking the heart is related to ideology and morality, and we have to start from this aspect.
Since it is a test of ideology and morality, what is Wei Yuan doing here with this poem?
Xu Qi'an got rid of distracting thoughts and actively used his brain.
The sixth level is arranged for materialists like me who have no king, no teacher, and no respect for God or Buddha. It is equivalent to the last chance.
Naturally, I want to dig out some precious ideology and morality from me. If I don't, I'm dead.
Precious ideology and moralitySuddenly, Xu Qi'an thought of the couplet in the hall on the first floor:
I would like to serve Chensha with a deep heart and not seek benefits for myself.
And the duty of the watchman is to supervise all officials Wei Yuan's poem also has the meaning of serving the country loyally and coercing all officials.
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood what the great eunuch meant.
This poem is here, not for fighting poems, but for empathy.
If that heinous man with no army and no teacher is really bad in nature, he will not be able to fight against his own heart and forcefully write sympathetic poems in the Wenxin Guan.
On the contrary, it shows that he still has precious virtues, and Wei Yuan is willing to give it a chance.
Xu Qi'an let out a sigh, and stretched out his hand: "The pen and ink will serve you."
The officials handed over brushes and spread rice paper on the wooden platform.
Xu Qi'an hung his pen on the paper and closed his eyes.
Although I have no king in my heart, I also disdain to worship gods and Buddhas. I am a true materialist.
But I am not a heinous person. I have justice in my heart and principles under my feet. I have never fished for the common people, never relied on my status as a subordinate to extort money, even if this is the norm in society
Even though, I was desperately trying to make money.
If you want to empathize, I will compose a poem, as you wish.
Xu Qi'an wrote without any psychological barriers, and wrote in ugly fonts:
Ershi Erlu, people's fat and people's ointment
? The people are easy to abuse, but the heavens are hard to bully.
The official looked at the four sentences on the paper in a daze.
He collected the rice paper, stared at Xu Qi'an seriously for a while, and said: "The questioning is over, sir, please do as you please, but don't leave the Yamen until the result comes out."
"The qualifications of every watchman need to be judged by Wei Gong himself, and the villain will send it to Wei Gong."
He almost left the floor in a running manner, and the sound of thumping footsteps came from the stairs, and he quickly went away.
Xu Qi'an felt as if he had collapsed, holding on to the wooden platform to catch his breath for a while, and then followed him downstairs.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were waiting for his colleague on the first floor. When they saw Xu Qi'an coming downstairs, they smiled and waved: "How many times have you kneeled?"
He looks like a fox with a smile on his face.
The official who went downstairs did not tell him the process and result.
Xu Qi'an opened his mouth, but finally chose to remain silent.
On Zhu Guangxiao's unsmiling face, two eyebrows frowned slightly: "Your complexion doesn't look very good."
It's not just bad, I feel like I've been on the verge of life and death twice, it's more exciting than a roller coasterXu Qian shook his head tiredly, and said:
"I want to find a place to sit down, drink tea and have a rest."
Song Tingfeng raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Are you going to hire another girl who will rub your shoulders and rub your legs?"
You are like a cross talk under the flyoverXu Qi'an nodded with a smile: "Go to the Jiaofang Division to invite Fuxiang Huakui."
Song Tingfeng was taken aback for a moment, and laughed loudly: "I also had this dream when I was young."
ps: Public chapters should consider the number of words and the process of recommendation, and cannot be changed suddenly. Let's update it after it's on the shelves. Six or seven thousand words a day should be the bottom line. By the way, there are countless foreshadowings in the book, more than in the second generation of demons. You can look for it. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)The one talking about cross talk under the bridgeXu Qi'an nodded with a smile: "Go to the Jiaofang Secretary to invite Fuxiang Huakui."
Song Tingfeng was taken aback for a moment, and laughed loudly: "I also had this dream when I was young."
ps: Public chapters should consider the number of words and the process of recommendation, and cannot be changed suddenly. Let's update it after it's on the shelves. Six or seven thousand words a day should be the bottom line. By the way, there are countless foreshadowings in the book, more than in the second generation of demons. You can look for it. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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