Journey Through the Apocalyptic Martial Arts World
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Zhang San's words made the people present speechless, after all, he had already explained the reason very clearly. Moreover, their identities were not enough to represent the factions behind them.
"Next, for those who wish to enter the stone cave, you are welcome to come and take the assessment. As long as you pass the assessment, prove your identity, and have no record of evil deeds, you can enter the stone chamber and comprehend the martial arts within the stone walls!" Zhang San said loudly at this time.
However, the people below were looking around and hesitated to come out and try. It's worth knowing that many of the people surrounding them had already tried earlier, and they also knew how difficult this test was.
At this time, I will definitely not come out and try again without being fully prepared!
"I'm coming!"
Just then, a loud voice rang out among the crowd, and a robust man with a long beard jumped out from the crowd and came to Zhang San's front.
"Brother, please!" Zhang San cupped his hands and bowed, then turned to the whiskered big Han and said, letting him go to the assessment box in the back to draw a test question.
Han took big strides forward, put his hand into the box, pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhang San.
Zhang San opened the card and looked at the topic on it, smiling lightly and asking: "Brother, in the Northern Darkness there is a fish, its name is Kun. The size of the Kun is unknown, how many thousands of miles? What's the next sentence, can you answer?"
"The change has turned into a bird, its name is Peng, the back of Peng, I do not know how many thousands of miles it is. In anger and flight, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky!" Below, Bu Fan was secretly answering in his heart, this is a sentence from Zhuangzi's "Free and Easy Wandering"!
Then, it was this simple sentence that made the big man stunned for a while, and after a long time, his face turned red, but he couldn't answer slowly.
Zhang San didn't mock him, but gently closed the paper and said to the big man: "Brother, why don't you go down first and take a rest, and try again later?"
The big fellow bowed his head in shame and made a gesture of respect, then jumped back into the crowd!
"Brother Wei, how is it? Do you feel confident?" Several guards beside Bu Fan asked Wei Xiao in a low voice.
Wei Xiao didn't say a word, only slightly furrowing his brow. The question the big Han had just asked, he could have answered, but the assessment on Knight Island was definitely not going to be that simple!
Just as Wei Xiao was considering it, another young man stepped forward and handed the drawn paper to Zhang San!
"The clouds have dispersed, and the rain has cleared! The colorful clouds are shining through the clear sky. The setting sun is flying with the solitary wild goose, and the autumn water is sharing the same color as the vast sky. I dare to ask you, brother, where does this sentence come from? What's the next sentence? Who wrote this text, and what's the story behind it?"
Zhang San asked the man in a low voice after finishing reading the questions.
"Tengwang Pavilion Preface" by Wang Bo: "A fishing boat sings in the evening, its sound fading out at the banks of Pengli, a flock of geese startles the cold, their cries cut off at the shores of Hengyang."
Bofan replied quickly from the bottom of his heart, but the man who came out to respond was like the previous bearded strongman, and fell into a predicament again.
"Alas, my brother is inexperienced and underestimates his abilities, coming to challenge me without being prepared. How embarrassing!" The man was quite brazen, unable to answer, he directly cupped his hands and explained to the people below, then returned to the crowd.
"Is there another fellow practitioner who would like to come and try?" Zhang San asked again, facing the people below.
But with the first two attempts, many people below realized that the questions in this box were not so simple!
But Bofan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, to say that these two questions were not difficult for him at all, and more accurately, they were the language lessons he had learned in school.
But for these big men, this ancient knowledge is extremely difficult. Moreover, Bo Fan was able to remember it only because he relied on the factors of the times and learned all the classic ancient literature.
"How is it? Wei Ge, are you confident?" Someone beside Wei Xiao asked in a low voice.
"Alas, it's tough! Even if I were to go up, I'm afraid it would still be difficult to get through!" Wei Xiao said with a helpless shake of his head.
"Huh? Where's Bu Fan?" Just then, someone suddenly appeared beside him and Bu Fan was nowhere to be seen. He had just softly called out his name, then widened his eyes and stood there.
Because he didn't know when, Bu Fan had already walked in front of Zhang San, and said with a serious tone: "Mr. Zhang San, I'm not talented, but I want to try it out!"
"Alright, heroes have always emerged in their youth! Since you're eager, let's draw a topic!" Zhang San said with a flourish of his large hand.
Bu Fan walked forward, reached into the box and slowly pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to Zhang San.
Zhang San opened it and took a look at the topic on the paper. His face changed slightly, seemingly feeling a bit regretful about his bad luck.
"The ancients said, 'Do not rejoice in external things, nor grieve for personal reasons!' I dare ask, where does this sentence come from?"
As soon as Zhang San's voice fell, the people below changed color. The previous questions had many sentence prompts, but this question only had eight words in total, and its difficulty was not ordinary!
He only saw Bo Fan smiling calmly and saying in a low voice, "This sentence comes from Mr. Fan Zhongyan's 'Yueyang Tower Note', I don't know if the young man answered correctly or not?"
What's annoying him is not the answers to these questions, but rather this cheesy way of conversing while answering them!
At this time, Bo Fan tried his best to imitate the way ancient scholars spoke, in order to show off his extensive knowledge and talent, fearing that he might reveal some weakness.
Zhang San looked at Bu Fan with a surprised expression and nodded seriously: "Not bad, young man answered correctly! Listen to the next question!"
"Why doesn't a young man wear a Wu hook and take in the fifty states of Guanzhong? Please ask, young sir, what do the two characters 'Wu hook' mean?"
"Wu Hook, originally referred to the ancient Wu State region's weapon, named hook, which was widely produced in Wu area, hence called Wu Hook, later generations also often used this as a synonym for weapons!"
"Among the Four Nobles of the Warring States period, which one was the noble son of Wei? And which one was the noble son of Zhao? What is the story between them?"
"Prince Wu of Wei, Prince Xinling of Zhao, and Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng, at the time when Zhao was in danger and under pressure from Qin..."
Bu Fan slowly told the story of how General Xinling stole the military seal to rescue Zhao, without any regard for the shocked expressions on the faces of the many people below.
It was Zhang San, who also looked surprised at this moment. He continued to look at the paper and said to Bu Fan: "Young master, it's the last question. If you can answer this question correctly, you will pass!"
"In ancient times, there was a poet named Li Bai. He was good at writing poems. Young master only needs to recite five poems written by Li Bai, and he can be considered as having passed the test!" Zhang San said with a sigh, looking at Bu Fan regretfully.
The people below also changed color when they heard it. Poetry is precious in the Tianwu Emperor's dynasty, let alone limiting it to one author's work.
"Alas, it seems that we're going to fail after all. The Poet Immortal's works are so obscure that only one in ten has been passed down, and only a truly erudite scholar can recite them from memory!" Wei Xiao sighed and shook his head at this point.
Only for Bai Luohan, at this moment it's a burst of speechlessness. If we say other poets' poems, asking him to recite five is quite difficult, but surprisingly it's Li Bai, okay, five really isn't that hard!
But what's even more intriguing is why, in Bo Fan's view, the simplest poem has become a difficult problem here? (Heavenly dropped cake good activity, cool mobile phone waiting for you to take! Pay attention to ~ point / public account (WeChat add friend - add public account - input qdread can), immediately participate! Everyone has awards, now immediately pay attention to qdread WeChat public account!)