Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 319 Soaring to the Clouds, Three Loud Laughter

Cui Yunqi burst into laughter.

In the Dongwenchang prison cell, Luo Wenhuan's face was deathly pale and his lips were bluish-purple.

pat!

He dipped his wolf-hair brush, now laden with ink, onto the scroll, instantly staining the poem on it with a dirty mess.

However, Luo Wenhuan was completely unable to focus on his own answer sheet.

He let the ink spread, and sat in his cell as if struck by lightning.

If a bolt of lightning were to strike him at that moment, he might very well hope that he would be instantly reduced to dust.

In this way, he wouldn't have to face things he doesn't want to see or be able to see at this moment.

But this happened to be inside the examination hall.

What kind of heavenly lightning could strike the examination hall?

Instead of thunder, there were cries of alarm all around, sharper and fiercer than any lightning bolt.

Their voices pierced Luo Wenhuan's heart.

"Poetry turning into wisps of smoke? It's true!"

Some of the test takers sounded distraught.

"Who is it? Who is it? I haven't even finished a single sentence, yet he has already turned his poem into smoke? No, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

From the next examination cell, another candidate suddenly responded:
"Whether you believe it or not, someone actually wrote the poem about green smoke in the examination hall. In this first round, we shall admit defeat."

Actually, it's nothing. I don't even need to worry too much; I can guess that the one whose poem has turned to smoke at this moment must be Chen Xu.

This isn't the first time he's written a poem about green smoke; what's so surprising about him writing one more?

The candidate's voice was unusually calm, and his reasoning was simple and clear.

But just because he can remain calm doesn't mean everyone can.

For example, Luo Wenhuan wanted to calm down, but he only felt that his heart was beating very fast and his head was hot.

It felt as if streams of blood were surging wildly upwards in my throat.

He could only suppress it by force.

He squinted, his vision blurry as he saw a bluish light ahead.

And the endless discussions, whether excited, calm, fearful, or angry.

All the sounds converged into waves, crashing against him in layers, overwhelming him.

Amidst the giant waves, a murmured voice drifted aimlessly:
"It's not that I don't believe it, it's that I'm not convinced, it's that I'm unwilling to accept it, it's that I just don't want to believe... that there is such a genius in the world."

But this genius, unfortunately, is not me, not me at all!

"Heh heh heh, why not me? How could I be any worse than him? I refuse to accept this!"

boom--

Amidst the towering waves, one could vaguely discern the figures of countless giant pythons soaring into the sky.

The giant pythons intertwined and coiled, swimming upstream against the churning waves, forcefully surging through the water.

They twisted and turned, struggling to build themselves into the shape of a dragon gate.

At the same time, amidst the rolling waves and the blurry Dragon Gate, the faint outline of a bluish-black carp seemed to appear.

The slender little blue carp leaped and surged through the giant waves.

It tried to go against the current time and time again, only to be knocked down by the giant waves each time.

However painful and difficult it may be, it never gives up.

It was tormented by the giant waves, and it was covered in wounds as it surged against the current.

All around it were sharp voices: "That's right, it's Chen Xushi turned into green smoke without a doubt."

He was a prodigy; if he could compose one poem about green smoke, he could compose ten.

If he can write ten poems, why not write a hundred?

He was not only capable of composing poems about green smoke, but also of writing groundbreaking articles.

He was proficient in all kinds of extraordinary skills and techniques, and was unparalleled in all of them.

How can we compare to him?

It's just a matter of handing over the title of Jieyuan (top scholar in the imperial examination).

To pass the imperial examination, one doesn't necessarily have to be the top scholar in the provincial examination. Does that mean that if you're not the top scholar, you can't pass the imperial examination?

Today you pass the provincial examination and become a Juren; tomorrow you may pass the imperial examination and become a Jinshi.

A scholar who passed the imperial examinations at a young age, achieving fame at an early age, is still considered a prodigy. In this world, could there really be anyone who would say that a scholar who passed the imperial examinations is mediocre?

Indeed, in this world, who dares to say that a Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) is mediocre?

He didn't need to be so obsessed with the top scholar position at all. He, he, he... wait, who was he again?

Luo Wenhuan's eyes were wide open. He was in his cell, but his visions were filled with raging storms and towering waves.

Then the blue carp leaped towards the Dragon Gate with all its might.

In his daze, he somewhat forgot who he was, only feeling that he and the blue carp were in the same boat.

They were generally persistent, yet they also generally endured the turmoil and devastation of worldly affairs.

They all wanted to leap over that dragon gate, and even if they were covered in wounds, they would never give up!
Even if condemned by ten thousand men, and rejected by heaven and earth—

"Ah!" Luo Wenhuan suddenly opened his mouth, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.

He wanted to shout something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Only one voice resounded in his ears and deep in his heart, urging him: "Tell me, tell me, is it possible for me to leap over that Dragon Gate?"

Yes, yes!

must be able to!

Luo Wenhuan felt his blood boiling and immediately wanted to respond.

He desperately wanted to respond, but perhaps because his emotions were too intense, his throat felt sore at that moment.

That simple word "can" is something they just can't bring themselves to say no matter what.

Luo Wenhuan was terrified, angry, and anxious.

The fire within him burned ever brighter, and he desperately wanted to break through the current barrier and shout—

Just then, a series of thumping footsteps were heard.

These are the deliberately heavy footsteps of the inspectors.

Normally, the footsteps of the proctors are so light that they do not disturb the candidates at all.

Only under certain specific conditions will the inspecting soldiers increase their pace.

For example, reminding students to hand in their papers.

A familiar, nightmarish voice rang out: "It's already 3:45 PM. Hand in your papers in 15 minutes!"

Luo Wenhuan immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

In an instant, he awoke from the illusion of towering waves.

Looking up, I realized that it was already getting dark.

The sun was setting, and soon it would be dark.

Oh right, time to hand in the paper!
Luo Wenhuan immediately realized what was happening. His heart pounded, and he hurriedly looked down at his answer sheet.

Sure enough, the answer sheet was covered in stains.

Now, how could Luo Wenhuan possibly remember the giant wave and the blue carp from just now?

His blood rushed to his head, and he dared not hesitate any longer.

In a hurry, he tore up the soiled answer sheet and put it away as scrap paper, then quickly took out a blank sheet of paper.

I was fortunate to have received a reminder from an elder in my clan, and I deliberately collected a few blank exam papers and put them aside when answering the questions.

He still has clean toilet paper to replace it.

Luo Wenhuan then hurriedly rewrote the poem.

Of course, he had already prepared the poem beforehand, and he was just writing it down from memory, which was quite fast.

Luo Wenhuan then wrote with great speed and speed until the clerk who was collecting the scrolls arrived with the soldiers.

He hurriedly wrote the last word, and before he could check it carefully, the scroll was taken away.

Luo Wenhuan couldn't help but let out a breath.

Fortunately, he managed to finish writing the poem before the scroll was taken away.

Then the soldiers took away his answer sheet, and at the same time they took away Chen Xu's answer sheet.

Luo Wenhuan was so eager to know what Chen Xu had written that he once again wrote a poem.

But then another thought suddenly popped into his mind:
Oh no, he didn't have time to turn around and check. Did he misspell a word in that poem?
He wrote it wrong, he wrote it wrong... Did he write the wrong word?

Thinking of this, Luo Wenhuan could no longer suppress the metallic taste in his throat.

(End of this chapter)