As he died, he recalled the words of the unknown Confucian scholar hundreds of years ago. Those words seemed to have become eternal, circulating in his heart, until the moment his eyes closed, until the life of his body was cut off and he plunged into it. The moment when you enter the soul-refining flag and become its inner master soul.
His divine consciousness radiated the last spread of his life, spreading towards the soul refining sect. It was at this moment that he saw a man who had fled here from a distance at this time, mixed with those who wanted to worship into the soul refining sect. In the crowd of Shanmen, a very ordinary person.
The moment he saw this person, Niantian's spiritual consciousness was full of unimaginable ripples. He was shocked and amazed to discover that that person was actually the scholar he had asked hundreds of years ago! !
With confusion and an unimaginable guess, his spiritual consciousness dissipated, and his soul infant became the soul of one hundred thousand big banners...
Wang Lin was sent back to Zhaoguo County and stood beside the big tree outside the examination room. In front of him, Dafu was still asleep. Everything before that seemed to be just a dream.
"Causality... I understand..." Wang Lin looked at the sky, and he saw the white bird again, which slowly disappeared into the clouds as it circulated.
After waking up Dafu, the two returned to the inn under Dafu's sleepy eyes. The bright moon was in the sky, falling on the ground, reflecting the two figures, drawing very long.
In the county's scientific research, the big list was put down a few days later. In the anxious waiting of those scholars, this day has come. Those who can be on the list will have fame as a talent.
This fame is the qualification to go to Sioux City and participate in the Imperial Examination of Sioux City. Once you have this qualification, you will have the opportunity to soar to the sky. Once you become a Su Ju, you can go to the capital of Zhao Kingdom for the last one. Hard work!
Even if one is talented and gains the appreciation of the great Confucian Su Dao in Suzhou City, it will be famous all over the world. If you can worship the door of Su Dao and become its disciple, then the glory you will receive will be indescribable!
This is the longing that Zhao Guo students almost dreamed of.
In the entire county, there are only less than 50 people without mathematics who can get the fame of being a scholar. Although Wang Lin's name is not the top, it is among the dozens of people.
When he saw his name, Wang Lin didn't have the feeling of excitement. He glanced calmly, and with a happy, even more proud of than him, he stabbed to the county yamen with a road name. After verifying his identity, he took the voucher for the fame of a scholar and the silver reward issued by the court, and left far away.
What excites Dafu is not that Wang Lin has become a scholar, but the silver couple.
What he experienced in this short period of more than a month changed Wang Lin invisibly. In other words, he should have been like this. The nightly dreams always existed, and gradually Wang Lin had already adapted.
His mentality has changed, he no longer has that kind of thought of gain and loss, he is no longer as hesitant as he was in the first place, worrying about the loss after he failed the ranking.
The gain remains, the loss remains.
Everything is nothing, only the original mind is as old, but the mind is still water, and the ancient well does not wave. Just like seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain not as a mountain, and seeing a mountain as the artistic conception of seeing the mountain as the mountain, Wang Lin hasn't noticed too much in this short period of more than a month, and he has changed too much.
The breath of a great Confucianist generation gradually rose to his body. Even among countless scholars, his straight spine and calm eyes were like a pearl, proud and independent.
Being an immortal, you look down upon the cultivation of the people, and you are the common people, and they are both outstanding people!
"Life is like a dream. I don't want to wake up from this dream." Wang Lin brought a big blessing, carrying a bamboo row of bookcases, and dozens of talented scholars in this county cheered and celebrated, amidst the bleakness and sadness of more people. , Left the county seat.
Just like when he came, leave calmly and unhurriedly.
Dafu followed behind Wang Lin, constantly counting silver, and sometimes muttering a few words, showing a heartache.
"Dafu, go buy wine!" By the gate of the county seat, Wang Lin paused, and his eyes fell on the wine stall not far away. He suddenly wanted to drink, even though he was drunk after two glasses.
"There is very little silver, you still have to drink!!!" Dafu rolled his eyelids, grabbed his chest with his right hand, and shook his head vigorously.
"What's the matter with this little money, the daughter will come back when the money is gone, go buy wine!" Wang Lin smiled on his face and gave a big blessing.
Dafu sighed while struggling, reluctantly came to the wine stall, and bargained with stunned Wang Lin, even playing rogue. Finally, the liquor vendor smiled bitterly and sold Dafu two pots of wine at a very low price. .
In spite of this, the big blessing of taking out the silver is still heartache, even the expression is distorted, and he is muttering in his mouth.
"Mine, mine, mine!"
Wang Lin laughed dumbfounded, took the hip flask, took a big sip, let the wine run down the corner of his mouth, walked out of the county seat in a long smile, Dafu looked bitter, and quickly followed behind.
It was midday, and under the scorching sun, the two of them went farther and farther. From Wang Lin's back, the breath of loneliness and loneliness disappeared a lot. Instead, it was a sense of freedom and unrestrainedness.
"My son, where are we going?" From a distance, from the sky and the earth, the voice of great blessing came.
"Sucheng, I heard that the sweet-scented osmanthus wine there is good, I'm going there, and wait for someone to come." Wang Lin took another sip of the wine, simply spreading his bundled hair, and his laughter echoed.
Sioux City, five hundred miles away from the south side of the Zhao Kingdom’s Kyoto, this city is very large, with several silver dragon creeks winding through the city, making this Sioux City full of the meaning of a water village.
The name of Su City is derived from Su Dao, but in the same way, almost all the talents of the Zhao Kingdom are gathered in Su City.
There are paintings on the silver dragon creek all the year round, singing and dancing day and night, it is quite lively, talented scholars chant poems, beautiful ladies dance, and more music and strings are filled, making the entire Sioux city enveloped in this area. In the color.
There is also a wine shop selling sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Sioux City. The sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Sioux City is very famous. It is said that even the dignitaries in Kyoto often send people to Sioux City to buy this sweet-scented osmanthus wine.
The contemporary great Confucian Su Dao in Na Su City loved this wine in his early years, and he understood the vastness of the world after drinking. Until its famous name, this sweet-scented osmanthus wine was even more known.
After a two-month journey, in a blink of an eye, Wang Lin and Dafu were sitting in a simple carriage on the official road to Sioux City. While drinking wine bought on the way, they looked outside. The laughter after coming to Wang Lin drunk.
"My son, don't drink it. It's too scary to drink. It's only two months, two months. Look at how much wine you have drunk. You have almost drunk all this silver!!" Dafu With a crying voice, the extreme heartache was revealed in the carriage.
"You want to drink it again. Even if we arrive in Suzhou City, we don't have the money to stay in. Let you drink, let you drink again!" Dafu's rants have become more frequent during these two months.
But his appearance, not only did not disgust Wang Lin, on the contrary, he felt familiar with each other, which was very kind.
"It's okay, you are the steward of the book boy. If you don't have the silver, you can earn some back." Wang Lin laughed jokingly, drinking wine, and looking at Dafu who was sitting aside with a bitter face.
In the midst of Dafu’s tumultuous rumors, at dusk, the sunset light showed red, but it was not dazzling, but extremely soft. The carriage was slowly approaching Su City while it was swaying.
Sioux City is very large, and it looks like a majestic city from a distance, but this is only its appearance, and within it, it is like the water and moon of the south of the Yangtze River, filled with grace and grace.
After paying the car money, in the struggle of that big blessing, he looked at the little money left in his hand and almost cried. Most of the expenses on the road turned into drinks and entered Wang Lin's belly.
Wang Lin's drunk volume has also grown unconsciously, and he is no longer the one who was drunk from the first two cups.
After getting out of the car, Wang Lin packed up his outfit. Under his white clothes, his figure is very elegant, with long hair draped, and a hip flask in his hand. The scroll air on his face has long since dissipated. Instead, he is a man. Share free and easy.
Walking on the streets of Sioux City, there are many pedestrians, including scholars and students, and many women in beautiful clothes adorn Sioux City.
Although Wang Lin looks ordinary, his temperament is very special. Walking on the street, he attracted a lot of eyes. Among them, many women's beautiful eyes were cast. Wang Lin looked as usual, drinking wine, Go forward.
Dafu followed. In the past two months, he has almost never had a bitter expression on his face. He is still at this moment, sighing constantly.
In Sioux City at dusk, as the moonlight filled, the sound of music came from the painting boats in the rivers. Wang Lin stood on a bridge and looked at the painting boats in the river. The sound of the piano was moving. Surrounded by his ears.
"My son, who are we waiting for?" Dafu peeked at the few women dancing on the painting boat not far away, swallowed, his eyes lit up.
"Wait for someone of my dreams, he will come and give me a pot of wine. If he does show up, it will confirm one of my guesses." Wang Lin looked calm and muttered.
"Let's just stand here and wait? Why don't we find a cheap inn first..." Dafu looked at the empty flask in Wang Lin's hand and said cautiously, for fear that Wang Lin would be going to let him buy wine.
Wang Lin shook his head with a smile on his face. He glanced at Dafu and said leisurely.
"I remember that I have prepared a lot of silver, especially the silver taels that I got rewarded from the county government..."
"Yes? Uh... Forgot..." Dafu blinked, looking embarrassed.
"Take out the ones you kept privately, buy sweet-scented osmanthus wine for my son, and rent a small painting boat. We will live on the boat these days." Wang Lin smiled and turned around, not going to see Dafu again.
At this moment, there was a wind blowing, ripples on the river surface, blowing on Wang Lin's body, floating his hair, the wind was soft, not cold, with a hint of warmth, and it was blowing with it, and there were bursts of it. The sound of strings.
"Will you come..." Wang Lin murmured.