We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?

The students took their seats on the prayer cushions that had been prepared in the examination hall.

With a wave of his sleeve, Mr. Qi sent the exam papers fluttering down onto the small tables in front of each person: "The exam will last for one hour. Please answer the questions."

The candidates flipped through the exam papers.

In Xiao Mo's view, this exam paper was actually similar to the regular imperial examination.

It only lacks some national and political affairs, and focuses more on the exploration of various Confucian classics.

As he wrote further, Xiao Mo discovered that it wasn't just Confucian books, but also some miscellaneous books available on the market.

An hour later, Mr. Qi put away the scroll.

One exam paper after another floated past Mr. Qi's eyes, each one only remaining for a mere three breaths.

"Yue Penglai is qualified."

"Dialect, not acceptable."

"Wei Xinyu, qualified."

After reviewing each exam paper, Mr. Qi would read out whether the paper was qualified or not.

When an exam paper was placed in front of Mr. Qi, he stared at it for a full ten breaths. Even Shang Jiuli and Luo Yang curiously leaned closer to take a look.

"Xiao Mo, you pass."

Finally, the old man recited.

In the crowd, Xiao Mo bowed respectfully.

After the first test, fewer than one hundred candidates remained.

"Congratulations on passing the first test. The first test relies on your knowledge, but as you all know, the students of Bailu Academy are not only scholars, but also cultivators."

Next, we will test everyone based on their level of cultivation.

Qi Daoming stepped forward, picked up an inkstone, and then splashed it into the air.

The ink in the inkstone separated into drops, which landed on each person's forehead.

Xiao Mo's consciousness gradually succumbed.

Everyone is trapped in an illusion.

In the illusion, Xiao Mo saw himself possessing endless wealth and glory, surrounded by countless luxury cars and beautiful women, and wielding immense power over the court.

"Senior brother, guess how many people will be able to wake up?" Shang Jiuli asked the man beside him.

Luo Yang glanced at the crowd: "They are all vulgar people. I don't think any of them will ever wake up."

Just as Luo Yang finished speaking, the scholar in the middle of the crowd slowly opened his eyes.

"How is this possible?" Luo Yang was shocked.

It took me half an incense stick to pass this test back then.

But the opponent only used four breaths?

"It seems that Senior Brother lost."

Shang Jiuli smiled broadly.

But when she looked at Xiao Mo, her eyes also held surprise.

This scholar is quite something.

Could it be that luxury cars, beautiful women, power, and money hold no allure for him?

Noticing that Mr. Qi and the other two were looking at him, Xiao Mo bowed and gave a salute.

One by one, the scholars gradually woke up.

But even including Xiao Mo, there are only five people.

Finally, Qi Daoming took out a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from his storage bag and placed them on a table:

"For this third test, I would like to ask you all to pick up your pens and ink and compose a poem on the theme of 'snow'?"

"Yes!"

The five men bowed, drew lots, and then took turns writing poems.

To most people, writing poetry was an incredibly simple thing.

Everyone is very confident in their talents.

But when the first person walked up to the desk, gathered his sleeves, and tried to pick up the brush on the table, he couldn't lift it no matter what he did.

Qi Daoming shook his head: "This pen name is Wenqi. When Confucian scholars cultivate themselves, they will gradually gather literary and artistic energy. If they do not have enough literary and artistic energy, let alone composing poetry, they will find it difficult to even pick up a pen. Young friend, please cultivate more in the future and come again next time."

Although the man was unwilling, he could only sigh, bow, and turn to leave the courtyard.

The second person stepped forward and picked up the brush. He could lift the brush with difficulty, but as soon as he wrote a stroke, the brush felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and slipped from his fingers.

The third person's name was Fang Chen, and he wrote down four characters.

The fourth person was named Hu Qingshan, and he wrote down half a line of poetry.

Although none of them had completed a single poem, they had already passed the test and were admitted to Bailu Academy.

Seeing their puzzled looks, Shang Jiuli, standing to the side, smiled and said:

"It's not easy for you to write a complete poem with this brush. There's not even one person in every state and county of the Zhou Kingdom who can do it. So as long as you can write four characters, you're considered qualified."

The two of them understood.

Shang Jiuli looked at Xiao Mo not far away with a playful expression: "Hey, you handsome scholar, it's your turn."

Xiao Mo bowed and stepped forward.

The moment he picked up his brush and ink, almost everyone outside the examination hall turned to look.

Within that courtyard, the roar of a black dragon could be heard.

At 1-3 PM, the gates of the examination hall opened, and a man dressed in a blue robe walked out.

"Xiao Mo~"

Outside the courtyard, a woman in a white dress waved her fair arms.

Looking at the woman not far away, Xiao Mo smiled slightly, walked down the steps, and the woman quickly caught up with him.

Under the watchful eyes of the other two equally qualified scholars, Xiao Mo followed the woman as she walked away step by step through the white snow on the street.

"Xiao Mo, how did you do on the exam? Did you pass?" Bai Ruxue asked.

"Yes, you've passed." Xiao Mo nodded.

"I knew you could do it." Bai Ruxue stood on tiptoe, wanting to pat his head, but he was too tall for her to reach.

If she couldn't reach it, she would just tug at his sleeve.

Bai Ruxue tugged at Xiao Mo's sleeve and shook his arm: "What kind of exams does Bailu Academy have?"

“There are three tests. The first one is answering questions,” Xiao Mo patiently explained to Bai Ruxue. “The second one is a test of character. I entered an illusion where I was surrounded by beauties, surrounded by mountains of gold and silver, and held immense power. However, I should wake up in less than four breaths.”

"So soon? Aren't you men usually quite interested in these things?" Bai Ruxue asked.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "I wield immense power, yet I have no desire to be an official. You've shown me too much wealth and luxury, as for fancy cars and beautiful women..."

Xiao Mo looked at the woman beside him: "None of them are as pretty as you."

"That's natural."

Bai Ruxue turned her head, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears, but her small hands gripped Xiao Mo's sleeve even tighter.

After a long while, Bai Ruxue calmed down and realized that she hadn't finished asking: "Xiao Mo, what is the third test?"

"The third test is to write a poem with the theme of snow. It's actually quite simple," Xiao Mo said.

"Poetry? What kind of poetry did you write?" Bai Ruxue asked curiously.

"Want to know?" Xiao Mo stopped and looked at Bai Ruxue.

"Mmm." Bai Ruxue nodded seriously.

"This poem has four lines in total. The first two lines I wrote are..."

Xiao Mo pulled his sleeves together and began to read.

"An old friend's shadow startles on a boat beyond the clouds; the river's chill seeps into autumn."

"Hmm, not bad. What about the last two sentences?" Bai Ruxue blinked.

"The last two lines..." Just as Xiao Mo was about to read them aloud, a smile crept onto his lips.

"Never mind, I won't tell you for now." With that, Xiao Mo walked forward.

"Huh? Why are you like this?"

Bai Ruxue was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran forward, hugged Xiao Mo's arm tightly, and shook it coquettishly.

"That stinky Xiao Mo told me, hurry up and tell me!"

Inside the examination hall.

Shang Jiuli looked at the calligraphy brush on the table, and then at the neatly written poems on it.

The more Shang Jiuli looked at it, the more he liked it: "Teacher, this poem is really well written. May I have it?"

"You're being silly, girl. All three candidates' exam papers need to be reviewed by the dean."

"It's okay, teacher. My grandpa won't mind. I can just make a copy for him. Teacher, please give it to me, please give it to me!" Shang Jiuli shook the teacher's arm.

"Alright, alright, here you go." Qi Daoming was also helpless, knowing that this girl liked to collect poems, especially those written by the authors themselves.

If I don't agree, I'm afraid there won't be any peace and quiet along the way.

"Thank you, teacher." Shang Jiuli happily picked up the brush and ink, preparing to make a copy for his grandfather.

Luo Yang looked at the scholar's examination paper and felt a little excited, but in the end he couldn't take away his junior sister's favorite.

The two watched as the girl picked up her elegant calligraphy brush and, stroke by stroke, word by word, copied the characters onto the paper.

"An old friend's shadow startles the boat beyond the clouds."

"The river is so cold that it feels like autumn."

"Two hearts yearning for each other, yet both drenched in snow."

"We'll grow old together in this life."

Chapter 103 From now on, I am your senior sister.

Three days after participating in the Bailu Academy selection, Xiao Mo received the letter of admission from Bailu Academy.

Three months later, Xiao Mo was required to report to Bailu Academy.

Xiao Mo and Bai Ruxue were not in a hurry.

The two enjoyed sightseeing as they made their way to Bailu Academy.

Xiao Mo took Bai Ruxue to see thousands of temples in Qi, and together they crossed mountains and rivers.

Along the way, the two walked and stopped frequently, not at all like they were going to study.

When Xiao Mo and Bai Ruxue arrived at Bailu Academy, it was exactly the day they were supposed to register, neither too early nor too late.

"Junior Brother Xiao, we meet again."

As soon as Xiao Mo stepped into the mountain gate, he heard a woman's cheerful voice.

Shang Jiuli walked towards Xiao Mo with a smile on her face, her expression full of warmth.

"Greetings, Miss Shang." Xiao Mo bowed.

"From now on, you'll have to call me Senior Sister," Shang Jiuli said happily. "I've always wanted a junior brother, and it actually came true!"

"What does Senior Sister Shang mean?" Hearing the other person's words, Xiao Mo vaguely guessed who his teacher was.

"From now on, you will be Mr. Qi's disciple." Shang Jiuli said with a smile. "Mr. Qi has three disciples, including you. One is me, and the other is Senior Brother Lengmian. You met him during the assessment."

“From now on, the three of us will study together.” Shang Jiuli casually reached out her slender hand and patted Xiao Mo’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I will definitely take good care of you, senior sister.”

Just as Shang Jiuli took another step closer, Bai Ruxue pulled Xiao Mo behind her.