Nine Samsara Cauldron

The Literature examination's examinations were similar to those in ancient China. The examinees could enter each examination hall and each take an exam paper, after they were done, they could leave the examination hall.

Unlike the martial arts examination that caused a huge disturbance yesterday, the front of the examination hall of the Literature examination was cold and cheerless. The number of people who came to take the examination numbered no more than a thousand.

"Why are there so few examinees?" Su Ziyan was also very puzzled, even if the development of the Tian Yuan Continent's literature was slow, there would not be only so few examinees participating.

"Do you think that Literature examination is only Kao Wencai? You only need to write poems and draw? " Ye Feifan, who accompanied her to take the examination, did not think that she would be able to participate in the literary Admission Test.

"Aren't you writing poems?" Su Ziyan felt that she had misunderstood.

"If it's poetry, I can write quite a few." Ye Feifan used his fan to pat her head and said, "Literature examination wants to choose Wen Entering the Dao."

"Entering the Dao through writing?" It was not only Su Ziyan's first time hearing about it.

Seeing that she really did not understand, Ye Feifan sighed, and pressed on top of her with a lot of spirit stones, it seemed like he was going to lose everything.

"This is a new sect that has only risen in the last hundred years. Literature examination has to choose talented people. Scholars who had talent could use the language to enter the Dao and train themselves through talent. However, the way of writing can be said to be extremely mysterious. The cultivation method is also very unique, and the amount of people who possess it are few and far between. I also do not know much about it. "

Ye Feifan patiently explained, "That's why there were so few participants in Literature examination, and most of them had thought that if they did not have the talent, they would not come to participate."

This was the first time Su Ziyan had heard of this, and she could not help but sigh: "There are so many cultivation methods in the Tian Yuan Continent. I wonder when all kinds of flowers and trees will be able to enter the Dao. "

Ever since Emperor Ouyang Changkong comprehended the cultivation methods of mortals, the structure of Tian Yuan Continent underwent a drastic change. It has aroused the enthusiasm of the later generations to open up a new study, and it is also a new one that has appeared in the last hundred years. Being promoted by the Ouyang Dezheng Emperor, there were just too few gifted people.

Ye Feifan found her interesting, and laughed: "I don't know about that, I only know that you came to participate in the Literature examination instead of knowing nothing. Will teacher be angered to death when you see what's written? Haha … "

"Not funny at all." Su Ziyan's face was gloomy, she already regretted participating in the Literature examination. At that time, Big Brother Xingyun did not explain it to her, but Nie Xingyun did not know that she would actually come to participate in the competition.

A melodious drum sound rang out as over a thousand examinees entered the examination hall.

The atmosphere in the examination hall was very relaxed. No one checked if there were any clamps or anything like that. In any case, the goal of the exam was to find out if there was anyone with talent, so the teachers did not expect these young examinees to write a masterpiece. After all, he was too young, and without a certain amount of accumulation, it would be difficult to write a masterpiece.

There was a square table for each of them. On the table, there was a piece of white paper and a brush.

The literary Admission Test did not have any specific topic. You could write whatever you wanted to write, and you could even draw if you wanted. The teacher could determine whether he was talented or not based on his writing skills. If he was talented, he could still be accepted even if he drew a Glyph.

Of course he was joking. Sitting in the examination hall, Su Ziyan was already dispirited, how could he possibly be angry at himself? She did not hold any hope for the Literature examination.

Seeing that she was not willing to write, Liu Shang mocked, "If you can't write it out, just draw randomly. It's better than handing over a piece of white paper."

Su Ziyan had originally given up. She picked up the brush and leisurely wrote it down.

The calligraphy brush was something that Su Ziyan had slowly learnt after she transmigrated, the calligraphy was not too good either, it could only be considered neat and tidy.

Red Lotus Root Starch. Relax Luo Chang and board the boat alone. In the clouds who sent the book, when Yan Yu came back, full moon west tower.

Flowers float in the water. One kind of love, two places to worry about. There was nothing he could do to dispel this feeling. However, when he frowned, it was in his heart.

Being so angry, Su Ziyan did not feel any guilt at all about stealing the ancient poems. She put down the brush and walked out of the examination hall. She was the fastest to submit the paper and the first to exit the examination hall.

After reading the first sentence, Liu Shang did not feel anything.

When he saw that there was nothing he could do to stop the situation, he frowned and thought to himself. He then stabbed himself in the chest like a bayonet and stirred it a few times.

The past came flooding back, and what he thought he had forgotten, or what he had spent a thousand years trying to forget, came back to him.

A thousand years ago, when Liu Shang was in high spirits, he swept across three continents in search of his beloved woman.

He had been looking for her for so many years, and he had a huge grudge against her. No matter how much he suffered, he had never given up. Anyone who dared to stand in his way was completely slaughtered.

However, in exchange for being imprisoned in the Rainbow Glass Ring and being tortured for a thousand years, Liu Shang thought that he had already forgotten about her after a thousand years.

"There is nothing that can be done about it. There is nothing that can be done about it …." Liu Shang read this sentence repeatedly in his heart, "Ni Chang, Ni Chang, I still can't forget about you? "So, it turns out that I am still unable to forget you. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I have no plans …"

Just as he walked to the door, Su Ziyan discovered Liu Shang's abnormality. His eyes were staring at his poems, revealing a sorrowful and struggling expression. His two cloudy eyeballs seemed to become bright.

Intense sorrow was emitted from Liu Shang's body, and spread outwards like rippling waves of water. For a time, the people in the surrounding hundred miles all thought back to the most sorrowful past. Tears unconsciously flowed down from the corners of their eyes.

Amongst the examinees who were standing beside Liu Shang, the feeling was the most obvious.

When the teachers in the examination hall noticed this change, they all started to look for the source of the change. However, with their cultivation, they were unable to find Liu Shang.

"How could this be?" Su Ziyan could clearly feel the change in Liu Shang's body, she was anxious internally. She wanted to call out to Liu Shang, but was afraid that the teachers would discover it.

With Liu Shang as the center, waves of grief spread out. A portion of the examinees in the examination hall were already unable to control their emotions, and they started to cry bitterly.

They had loved each other for a thousand years, killed each other for a thousand years, and hated each other for a thousand years.

Was it worth it?

Liu Shang looked at the now incomplete spirit body. He did not know when it would disappear, and the last bit of thought that remained in this world would disappear along with it.

I can't even keep my life anymore. I don't have time to think about you, to hate you.

The corner of Liu Shang's mouth twitched as he looked at his old face. Liu Shang could not help but shake his head and sigh. Ni Chang, Ni Chang, if you were to see me again in this life, you wouldn't recognize me anymore.

Sometimes I can't even recognize me myself, let alone you. I'm afraid that by then, you won't even be willing to look at me and won't be able to recognize me.

What love, what hatred, how could I not understand after thousands of years?

Liu Shang shook his head and struggled out from his memories. He saw that Su Ziyan was anxiously waiting for him at the door. After recovering his composure, he walked towards the door.

Exiting the examination grounds, Su Ziyan asked worriedly, "Uncle, are you alright?"

Liu Shang avoided her eyes and said, "It's fine, don't worry."

When he walked out of the door, the sorrowful aura lingering in the surrounding hundred kilometers immediately dissipated. Su Ziyan was very sure that everything was caused by Liu Shang, so how could he possibly be alright?

"Uncle, if there's anything wrong with your mind, you can tell me. "It will feel better if I say it out loud …"

Liu Shang forced out a smile and said, "It's alright, your poems are written very well."

Some things were things that had been suppressed for several thousand years already, but Liu Shang did not plan to tell Su Ziyan anything.

Under the great banyan tree in Ouyang College, many people had yet to struggle out from their grief, as wails and moans filled the air.

Ye Feifan looked at the people crying, and when he saw Su Ziyan coming out, he immediately went up and asked: "What happened, why are you crying all over?"

Su Ziyan stared at him for a while. Seeing his clear expression, he knew that he was not affected. Ye Feifan was only twenty years old now, so he would naturally not be affected if he did not experience the pain of love.

"I don't know what's going on either. Maybe these people have sad memories. After finishing the exam with much difficulty, I feel very tired, so I'll go back and rest first. "

"It wasn't easy for you to complete the examination?" As if someone stepped on Ye Feifan's tail, he jumped up, "You know how long you've only been in there, it hasn't even been an incense stick's time. No examinee has come out. You're the first one out, and you're saying that it was difficult for you. "

Ye Feifan really wanted to know what she wrote, so Su Ziyan avoided answering and coaxed him back to the inn.

The Ethereal Sky Inn was not as lively as it was yesterday, and the Literature examination did not have a martial arts examination that could make people's blood boil.

Ye Feifan had wanted to invite Su Ziyan to the best restaurant in Tianyuan City to celebrate. After being rejected by Su Ziyan, she still had to take the test on the way of governing a nation tomorrow.

"You want to test the way of governing a country?" Ye Feifan almost thought that something was wrong with his ears when he heard this news.

Sitting on the first floor of the Ethereal Sky Inn, Ye Feifan's cry of surprise caught the eyes of many people. All the customers in the restaurant looked at Su Ziyan with curiosity.

Especially after confirming that she was only 15 years old and that her cultivation was only at Qi Disciple level 7. A fifteen-year-old girl who was at the seventh level of Qi Cultivating Stage was going to be tested on the art of governing a country. All the customers felt that Su Ziyan had gone mad, and had gone mad in order to enter the Ouyang College.

All those who participated in the Ouyang College's exam to rule over countries were great scholars of the current world, and were very old.

Once you pass the examination, you can directly become an official in the Tian Yuan Continent. Although the exam didn't have a fixed age, they had never heard of someone taking the exam at the age of fifteen.

"Stop joking, this joke is not interesting at all."

Su Ziyan looked at Ye Feifan with calm eyes, and did not find him laughable in the slightest.

Ye Feifan said in disbelief, "You really want to test the way of governing a nation? Do you know who goes to rule the country? Every single one of them is a great scholar of the year. Once you enter the exam grounds tomorrow, you will become the target of public criticism.

If you don't pass the examination, you will become a person who is said to be shameless in the name of the world. Just spitting out stars would be enough to drown you to death. If you are able to pass the exam, then that is even more incredible. Wouldn't it be clear that the famous scholars of the world today are not even comparable to a fifteen-year-old girl?