Wenxin is locked upstairs, you can go upstairs from here and walk to the top floor.Song Tingfeng took him to the stairs and pointed to the upstairs:
There are no requirements for this level, but you must remember that if you follow your heart, the score will be lowered if you are too artificial.
What's the use of ratings?Xu Qi'an asked back.
Why are you testing your qualifications?The fourth grade is: A, B, C and D, the better the qualification.Naturally, the easier it is to be cultivated.Song Tingfeng raised his chin: I am B.
Zhu Guangxiao said in a muffled voice: I am C.
I am a strong man... Xu Qi'an played a joke silently and climbed the stairs alone. When he arrived at the second floor, he saw an ancient bronze mirror hanging on the red painted pillar facing the stairs.
His figure was reflected in the mirror.
Xu Qi'an's heart palpitations for no reason, his muscles were uncontrollably tightened, and then he slowly relaxed.
The distracting thoughts in my heart are settled, the state of mind is calm, and I let go of all my fame, wealth and selfish desires.
There is something wrong with this mirror... As soon as this thought flashed, it settled in my heart and didn't care.
Forced into the sage time...this thought also settles.
He turned around the corner easily and came to the hall on the second floor where a Buddha was enshrined, with a blessed figure and a solemn appearance.
There are tributes on the incense shore, and the incense is rippling.
A clerk stood in front of the Buddha, looking at him.
Xu Qi'an looked at the Buddha statue with a calm expression, then stopped looking at it, 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 he was evaluating.
……
The third floor worships the Taoist lord, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and stepping on auspicious clouds.
There was also an official in front of the Dharma statue, watching Xu Qi'an's arrival quietly.
After Xu Qi'an looked at it casually for a few seconds, he turned around and left. The official also picked up his pen and wrote an evaluation on the paper spread out on the table.
……
The fourth floor worships Confucian sages, wearing Confucian robes, wearing Confucian crowns, and looking into the distance.
The sage still stood in front of the clay sculpture, looking at Xu Qi'an quietly.
This saint sculpture is exactly the same as that of Yunlu Academy... Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart and left without any nostalgia.
He came to the fifth floor of the highest level.
On the fifth floor is a man in a yellow robe. He stood tall, leaning on a sword in both hands, with his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his awe-inspiring momentum.
Xu Qian didn't know this person, but the bright yellow dragon robe said it all.
A certain king of the Dafeng Dynasty, or the founding emperor.
After walking here, he suddenly realized the true meaning of "Qingxin": Testing qualifications is only part of it, and the real meaning is to test a person's moral qualities.
The function of that mirror is to make people unable to act against their will and deliberately burn incense and worship.
...Oh no, I did not worship the Buddha, did not worship the Taoist master, or did not worship the saints. This shows that I am a person who disrespects God and does not worship the Buddha and disdain the Four Books and Five Sutras...
...It doesn't matter, but I must worship this person on the fifth level... If I don't worship him, I'll be done... A man who has no king or father and ignores gods and Buddhas is not tolerated in this era...
What organization is the fighter?
It is a spy and escort agency affiliated to the emperor.
It can be disrespectful to the three religions, but it cannot be disloyal to the emperor.
Therefore, asking for your heart is a screening of moral qualities.
Xu Qian was undoubtedly unqualified. He went up to the fifth floor in one breath, but no one bowed.
I am like the human diarrhea, and I will be kicked out of the Gengren yamen... That's all, the key is that Gengren knows the crime of framed Zhou Li, and who knows if I will bring up old accounts because of this...
These thoughts flashed one by one, and then settled and were automatically ignored.
Xu Qi'an anxiously fought against the Sage Mode, forcing himself to worship the king, his two consciousnesses fought wildly, his body stiffened, and his muscles were trembling.
The official who was standing in front of the king and prime minister observed Xu Qi'an for a moment, then passed by him and went downstairs.
A few minutes later, the official returned, and Xu Qi'an was still standing there, his whole body trembling stiffly, as if his hands and feet were cramping.
The official looked at Xu Qi'an as if he was looking at a rare animal and whispered: I have exchanged comments with my colleagues downstairs.
The official continued: When Duke Wei set up a memorial guard, he had an explanation that if someone did not detain or worship the fifth floor in a row, he would definitely be an unforgivable person.
...Brother, give me another chance!
Xu Qi'an was extremely anxious.
So Duke Wei gave another opportunity to set up the sixth level alone, but no one had ever been to that level.The official looked at Xu Qi'an magically: You are a scorpion, your only one.
Relax your body and stop cramping.He said.
Xu Qian no longer confronted the sage mode in his heart, adjusted his breathing, and successfully prevented his muscles from twitching.
Only then did I realize that my spine was wet.
He followed the clerk around the king's statue and went to a deeper area.
The mottled sunlight shines in the hollow windows, illuminating the wooden platform in the house in pieces.
A line of poem is engraved on the wooden platform.
Kill all the enemy chiefs and millions of soldiers, the sword on his waist is still bloody.
When he returned, he held a golden mace, and the civil and military officials in the court dared not speak out.
The poem is quite domineering... Show me what the poem means.
Xu Qi'an turned his head and looked at the silent official. He originally wanted to stuff some silver notes to get information from him.
Then I thought, just an official understands the intention of that powerful eunuch?It's impossible.
Don't take yourself wrong, you will be dead.
Fighting poems?It is impossible, the theme is obviously not a competing poetic talent.The concern is related to ideology and morality, so we must start from this aspect.
Since it is a test of ideological and moral character, what is Wei Yuan doing here for this poem?
Xu Qi'an eliminated distracting thoughts and actively used his brain.
The sixth level is arranged for me, a materialist who has no king or teacher, who does not respect God or worship Buddha, which is equivalent to the last opportunity.
Of course, I want to dig out some precious thoughts and morals from me.If I don't have it, then I'm dead.
The precious thoughts and morals... Suddenly, Xu Qi'an thought of the couplet in the lobby on the first floor:
I wish to worship the world with a deep heart and not seek benefits for myself.
The responsibility of fighting against others is to supervise all officials... Wei Yuan's poem also means to serve the country with all loyalty and to suppress all officials.
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood what the eunuch meant.
This poem is placed here not for the purpose of competing poems, but for empathy.
If that unforgivable person who has no army or commander is really a bad person, he will not be able to fight his true heart and forcefully write empathy poems.
On the contrary, it means that he still has precious virtues, and Wei Yuan is willing to give him a chance.
Xu Qi'an sighed and stretched out his hand: "Print and ink to serve."
The clerk handed over a brush and laid rice paper on the wooden table.
Xu Qi'an's pen hung on the paper and closed his eyes.
Although I have no king in my heart, I also disdain to respect God and worship Buddha. I am an authentic materialist.
But I am not an unforgivable person. I have justice in my heart and principles under my feet.I have never slaughtered the people, and I have never blackmailed them by relying on my identity as a clerk, even if this is the norm in society...
Even, I tried my best to make money.
If you want to empathize, I will write a poem as you wish.
Xu Qi'an wrote without any psychological barriers and wrote in ugly fonts:
You eat Erlu, and you are rich and paste.
It is easy for the people below to abuse, but it is difficult for God to deceive.
The official looked at the four sentences on the paper in a daze.
He took the rice paper, stared at Xu Qi'an seriously for a while, and said: The questioning barrier has ended, sir, but don't leave the yamen before the result comes out.
Every qualification for a fighter needs to be determined by Duke Wei himself, and the villain will send it to Duke Wei.
He almost ran away from the floor, and the sound of footsteps came from the stairs and quickly left.
Xu Qian felt as if he was exhausted, so he held the wooden platform and gasped for a while, and followed him downstairs.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were waiting for his colleague on the first floor. When they saw Xu Qian go downstairs, they waved with a smile: How many times have they knelt?
He looked like a fox with a smile.
The clerk who went downstairs did not tell him the process or the result.
Xu Qian opened his mouth and finally chose to remain silent.
Zhu Guangxiao's serious face frowned slightly: Your face doesn't look very good.
It's not just not that good. I feel like I've been wandering on the edge of life and death twice, which is more exciting than a roller coaster... Xu Qian shook his head tired and said:
I want to find a place to sit down and have a tea and have some rest.
Song Tingfeng raised his eyebrows with a smile: Is he going to invite you another woman to hang the railing, knock on his shoulders and rub his legs?
You are like a crosstalk under the overpass... Xu Qi'an nodded with a smile: Go to the Jiafangsi to invite the Fuxiang Courtyard.
Song Tingfeng was stunned and laughed: I also did this dream when I was young.
There are no requirements for this level, but you must remember that if you follow your heart, the score will be lowered if you are too artificial.
What's the use of ratings?Xu Qi'an asked back.
Why are you testing your qualifications?The fourth grade is: A, B, C and D, the better the qualification.Naturally, the easier it is to be cultivated.Song Tingfeng raised his chin: I am B.
Zhu Guangxiao said in a muffled voice: I am C.
I am a strong man... Xu Qi'an played a joke silently and climbed the stairs alone. When he arrived at the second floor, he saw an ancient bronze mirror hanging on the red painted pillar facing the stairs.
His figure was reflected in the mirror.
Xu Qi'an's heart palpitations for no reason, his muscles were uncontrollably tightened, and then he slowly relaxed.
The distracting thoughts in my heart are settled, the state of mind is calm, and I let go of all my fame, wealth and selfish desires.
There is something wrong with this mirror... As soon as this thought flashed, it settled in my heart and didn't care.
Forced into the sage time...this thought also settles.
He turned around the corner easily and came to the hall on the second floor where a Buddha was enshrined, with a blessed figure and a solemn appearance.
There are tributes on the incense shore, and the incense is rippling.
A clerk stood in front of the Buddha, looking at him.
Xu Qi'an looked at the Buddha statue with a calm expression, then stopped looking at it, 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 he was evaluating.
……
The third floor worships the Taoist lord, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and stepping on auspicious clouds.
There was also an official in front of the Dharma statue, watching Xu Qi'an's arrival quietly.
After Xu Qi'an looked at it casually for a few seconds, he turned around and left. The official also picked up his pen and wrote an evaluation on the paper spread out on the table.
……
The fourth floor worships Confucian sages, wearing Confucian robes, wearing Confucian crowns, and looking into the distance.
The sage still stood in front of the clay sculpture, looking at Xu Qi'an quietly.
This saint sculpture is exactly the same as that of Yunlu Academy... Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart and left without any nostalgia.
He came to the fifth floor of the highest level.
On the fifth floor is a man in a yellow robe. He stood tall, leaning on a sword in both hands, with his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his awe-inspiring momentum.
Xu Qian didn't know this person, but the bright yellow dragon robe said it all.
A certain king of the Dafeng Dynasty, or the founding emperor.
After walking here, he suddenly realized the true meaning of "Qingxin": Testing qualifications is only part of it, and the real meaning is to test a person's moral qualities.
The function of that mirror is to make people unable to act against their will and deliberately burn incense and worship.
...Oh no, I did not worship the Buddha, did not worship the Taoist master, or did not worship the saints. This shows that I am a person who disrespects God and does not worship the Buddha and disdain the Four Books and Five Sutras...
...It doesn't matter, but I must worship this person on the fifth level... If I don't worship him, I'll be done... A man who has no king or father and ignores gods and Buddhas is not tolerated in this era...
What organization is the fighter?
It is a spy and escort agency affiliated to the emperor.
It can be disrespectful to the three religions, but it cannot be disloyal to the emperor.
Therefore, asking for your heart is a screening of moral qualities.
Xu Qian was undoubtedly unqualified. He went up to the fifth floor in one breath, but no one bowed.
I am like the human diarrhea, and I will be kicked out of the Gengren yamen... That's all, the key is that Gengren knows the crime of framed Zhou Li, and who knows if I will bring up old accounts because of this...
These thoughts flashed one by one, and then settled and were automatically ignored.
Xu Qi'an anxiously fought against the Sage Mode, forcing himself to worship the king, his two consciousnesses fought wildly, his body stiffened, and his muscles were trembling.
The official who was standing in front of the king and prime minister observed Xu Qi'an for a moment, then passed by him and went downstairs.
A few minutes later, the official returned, and Xu Qi'an was still standing there, his whole body trembling stiffly, as if his hands and feet were cramping.
The official looked at Xu Qi'an as if he was looking at a rare animal and whispered: I have exchanged comments with my colleagues downstairs.
The official continued: When Duke Wei set up a memorial guard, he had an explanation that if someone did not detain or worship the fifth floor in a row, he would definitely be an unforgivable person.
...Brother, give me another chance!
Xu Qi'an was extremely anxious.
So Duke Wei gave another opportunity to set up the sixth level alone, but no one had ever been to that level.The official looked at Xu Qi'an magically: You are a scorpion, your only one.
Relax your body and stop cramping.He said.
Xu Qian no longer confronted the sage mode in his heart, adjusted his breathing, and successfully prevented his muscles from twitching.
Only then did I realize that my spine was wet.
He followed the clerk around the king's statue and went to a deeper area.
The mottled sunlight shines in the hollow windows, illuminating the wooden platform in the house in pieces.
A line of poem is engraved on the wooden platform.
Kill all the enemy chiefs and millions of soldiers, the sword on his waist is still bloody.
When he returned, he held a golden mace, and the civil and military officials in the court dared not speak out.
The poem is quite domineering... Show me what the poem means.
Xu Qi'an turned his head and looked at the silent official. He originally wanted to stuff some silver notes to get information from him.
Then I thought, just an official understands the intention of that powerful eunuch?It's impossible.
Don't take yourself wrong, you will be dead.
Fighting poems?It is impossible, the theme is obviously not a competing poetic talent.The concern is related to ideology and morality, so we must start from this aspect.
Since it is a test of ideological and moral character, what is Wei Yuan doing here for this poem?
Xu Qi'an eliminated distracting thoughts and actively used his brain.
The sixth level is arranged for me, a materialist who has no king or teacher, who does not respect God or worship Buddha, which is equivalent to the last opportunity.
Of course, I want to dig out some precious thoughts and morals from me.If I don't have it, then I'm dead.
The precious thoughts and morals... Suddenly, Xu Qi'an thought of the couplet in the lobby on the first floor:
I wish to worship the world with a deep heart and not seek benefits for myself.
The responsibility of fighting against others is to supervise all officials... Wei Yuan's poem also means to serve the country with all loyalty and to suppress all officials.
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood what the eunuch meant.
This poem is placed here not for the purpose of competing poems, but for empathy.
If that unforgivable person who has no army or commander is really a bad person, he will not be able to fight his true heart and forcefully write empathy poems.
On the contrary, it means that he still has precious virtues, and Wei Yuan is willing to give him a chance.
Xu Qi'an sighed and stretched out his hand: "Print and ink to serve."
The clerk handed over a brush and laid rice paper on the wooden table.
Xu Qi'an's pen hung on the paper and closed his eyes.
Although I have no king in my heart, I also disdain to respect God and worship Buddha. I am an authentic materialist.
But I am not an unforgivable person. I have justice in my heart and principles under my feet.I have never slaughtered the people, and I have never blackmailed them by relying on my identity as a clerk, even if this is the norm in society...
Even, I tried my best to make money.
If you want to empathize, I will write a poem as you wish.
Xu Qi'an wrote without any psychological barriers and wrote in ugly fonts:
You eat Erlu, and you are rich and paste.
It is easy for the people below to abuse, but it is difficult for God to deceive.
The official looked at the four sentences on the paper in a daze.
He took the rice paper, stared at Xu Qi'an seriously for a while, and said: The questioning barrier has ended, sir, but don't leave the yamen before the result comes out.
Every qualification for a fighter needs to be determined by Duke Wei himself, and the villain will send it to Duke Wei.
He almost ran away from the floor, and the sound of footsteps came from the stairs and quickly left.
Xu Qian felt as if he was exhausted, so he held the wooden platform and gasped for a while, and followed him downstairs.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were waiting for his colleague on the first floor. When they saw Xu Qian go downstairs, they waved with a smile: How many times have they knelt?
He looked like a fox with a smile.
The clerk who went downstairs did not tell him the process or the result.
Xu Qian opened his mouth and finally chose to remain silent.
Zhu Guangxiao's serious face frowned slightly: Your face doesn't look very good.
It's not just not that good. I feel like I've been wandering on the edge of life and death twice, which is more exciting than a roller coaster... Xu Qian shook his head tired and said:
I want to find a place to sit down and have a tea and have some rest.
Song Tingfeng raised his eyebrows with a smile: Is he going to invite you another woman to hang the railing, knock on his shoulders and rub his legs?
You are like a crosstalk under the overpass... Xu Qi'an nodded with a smile: Go to the Jiafangsi to invite the Fuxiang Courtyard.
Song Tingfeng was stunned and laughed: I also did this dream when I was young.
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