"Brother Cang, how are you doing? With your talent, I don't know if you can get nine out of ten for this child's test? ”

"Slightly better, slightly better. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Actually, I don't plan to participate in this imperial examination, and I hope that Brother Sima can be a blockbuster." ”

"Poof-Brother Cang, don't be joking! Such a thing is not to be sloppy! The major events of the imperial examination are far more important than the major events of life. And it is about the talents of the saints, the favor of the stars of Wenqu. Ten years of hard study, Brother Cang, you once gave up, this is unreasonable. ”

In Zhao Qi's dilapidated thatched house, Zhao Qi looked at the young man in front of him with an indigo Confucian shirt and a handsome face as white as the moon, with a sad face. I just can't help but be dumbfounded with the look of his heartache.

"There's nothing unreasonable anymore. The so-called people have their own aspirations, and the imperial examination in the Holy Continent is not the only way.

I don't have the heart to fight with the holy temples, the children of the family, and the elders of the sect. It doesn't matter if you have any talent or something. ”

In the past few days, Zhao Qi has gradually figured out his identity thoroughly. And the reading notes of the predecessor have also been found.

After studying for a few days, in the face of this former friend, they can also communicate with each other a little.

It's just that you can't say too much, after all, if you say too much, you will lose. If you talk for a long time, you are very likely to be caught by others and hurt your feet, and then you will be out of control.

And although I have a little bit of knowledge of my predecessor, if I want to rely on this cleverness to participate in the imperial examination, if I don't use the plug-in of the deity, I will be slapped in the face in public!

And to be honest, Zhao Qi really can't look down on the talent and literary system of this world.

Between each other, all the causal forces are tied to the Wenqu star in the sky, in case any astronomical song star is broken, see if they can cry or not.

So Zhao Qi didn't bother to hold it, the stinky feet of the princes rolling in the court.

Although Zhao Qi doesn't have much discipline, he has not reached the rhythm of plagiarism. In his capacity, he could not do such a degrading thing.

But when it comes to the identity of his predecessor, it's really amazing. It is said to be the descendant of the Luoshui Wuyang Shihuang - Cangjie clan.

The blood is endless, and it can be directly traced back to the period of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors.

It's a pity that although Shi Huang's human merits shook the world of the world, he is the real ancestor of writing and literature.

But because he didn't catch up with the good times, he didn't get the favor of Wenqu Xing, and even his name was deliberately erased. There are only a few words mentioned in Shi Sheng's [Historical Records].

And Shi Huang's great merit of literary luck has also been transferred to others by some people in the way of [Spring and Autumn Brushwork].

The Luo Shuicang clan has stumbled and passed down the bloodline to this day, and has always turned a blind eye to those behaviors that smear their ancestors, and even hid in the extremely remote Jun County of Youguo, just to be a harmless herbivore.

Tell those who read to let their horses go.

It's a pity that power is the only thing in this world. In many cases, those readers can refresh each other's lower limits again and again, the so-called discipline, after throwing it away, just pick it up again.

Therefore, in the past forty years, the Junxian Cang clan was directly smashed by a certain half-saint under the pretext of the endless battle over the Great Dao, and the genealogy that has been written so far has also been burned in public.

The Cang clan was forcibly dismantled countless times and scattered ten countries. It has been passed down for generations, and it has disappeared.

As a result, Zhao Qi's predecessor had nothing but this thatched house and a bookshelf to accompany him.

The so-called parents died a few years ago, and he was the only one left to write on the street on behalf of others, barely making ends meet.

"In other words, I'm a family template with this standard of bitterness and hatred. Why is there no old butler who is loyal and only hates to promise him.

There is also a beautiful, the world's most stunning, waiting to go to bed at any time to unlock countless postures of child daughter-in-law, maid and other roles?

It's not very scientific, and there is no hatred for them pulling up the first bucket on the sidelines. It doesn't conform to the style of a protagonist of an ancient culture department at all, and it seems aggrieved to be a villain. ”

Sitting opposite Zhao Qi, the third son of the Sima family, Sima Jue, naturally didn't know about the friend in front of him, and complained in his heart.

"It's a shame, it's a shame. Brother Cang is talented, and if he doesn't go to the imperial examination, he won't be able to get talent. What are you going to do?

In my opinion, how can you have a child's identity, otherwise if something happens, at least the Holy Court can help one or two, and now the world is uneven, bloodthirsty demons often wander away from these ten countries, and there are countless anti-literati eyeing them. Brother Cang, you're too impulsive to do this! ”

Sima Jue was really heartbroken by Zhao Qi's withdrawal from this imperial examination.

After all, on the Shengyuan Continent, the power systems of all human races were attached to the Shengyuan Wenqu Heavenly Star. Rely on the imperial examination to be enlightened by talent and become a real scholar.

Kill people with poetry and books, kill people with reason, and kill people with people's hearts.

Since the beginning of King Wen of Zhou, the Shengyuan Continent has been illuminated by the Wenqu star, and it is able to accommodate hundreds of schools.

Other than that, everything is heresy, heresy. Whoever dares to transgress in the slightest way will not die well!

This world is the world of the reader, and he can only be the world of the reader!

The hundreds of schools of thought can't break free from such shackles, and the so-called warriors are also a pool of stagnant water. As for women, it is impossible to grasp even a trace of talent!

If they don't take the imperial examination, they won't have fame. If you don't have fame, you won't be favored by talent, and if you don't have talent, you won't have power.

And in this world, people can really die without power!

Sima Xiang's family is barely regarded as a saint - Sima Xiangru is a branch of the family

Although I haven't even entered the genealogy, I have a deeper understanding of this prosperous era in the communication with other aspiring families.

Since it is impossible to break such a system. Then it is also a good way out to share the light and dust of the whole system.

Isn't it?

"Nope." Zhao Qi smiled and shook his head, just interrupting what Sima Jue wanted to say. "I've made up my mind, Brother Sima won't persuade me anymore."

"In that case, I'd like to ask. What kind of career did Brother Cang find, he didn't even want to participate in the imperial examination. ”

"Well, recently I dreamed back to the eternals, and accidentally traveled to the Shengyuan Continent, the galaxy of primeval history. I just want to write a few historical stories. ”

Looking at Zhao Qi's calm face, Sima Qi almost didn't spit a mouthful of old blood on his face.

"You're not kidding me? The galaxy of ancient history. Such a tall thing can be touched by you, who is not even a child? You're not sleeping in a daze, are you? ”

Sima Qian laughed a few times dryly, and did not argue with Zhao Qi. Just got up and bowed his hand slightly, turned around and left.

He came here just to communicate with friends. Since Zhao Qi doesn't want to participate in the imperial examination, can't he tie him up?

With that effort, he might as well re-study the sages and teachings at home.

"Alas~, the way of this world. No one listens to telling the truth, and no one listens to telling lies, so what should I say? Zhao Qi shook his head and laughed.

"However, the first thing to do in this world is to fill your stomach first. Otherwise, with my current net worth, I will starve to death sooner or later. ”

However, Zhao Qi has no strength now, and he has no ability to turn stones into gold and modify materials, so it is not very easy to make money.

"Otherwise, I'll write a few books first, the money will come quickly, make more money, and have less cause and effect. Nor will it clash with which great Confucian, semi-saint, or sub-saint generation path will come out? ”

In this place of the Shengyuan Continent, talent runs through everything. No matter what you do, it may conflict with or coincide with the path of a great Confucian, semi-holy place.

It doesn't matter if you're not famous. Once you have fame, fame, there are countless people who attack you. I just want to be a person who will step on it and take that person's reputation.

The literati are inferior to each other, and nothing more than this.

"Since it is light, then simply humble to the end. Anyway, it's just the first pot of gold you earn, enough for your own expenses, and the follow-up.

However, such a thing can't be published in the name of the Luo Shuicang clan, otherwise the reputation will be notorious. Well, gotta find a vest.

I just don't know how many righteous people and gentlemen will secretly collect these books if they are really evolved into a talented world. ”

Zhao Qimo rubbed his chin, the smile in his eyes kept looming, as if he had found an extraordinarily fun toy.

As the saying goes, there is a woman named Bai Jie, a red face called Zhu Yan, a porter called Uncle Qin, a high-ranking official named Sanbao, and a young man named Abin......

"Ahem, cough, anyway, put on a vest first, send these books out, and let the water mess up."