When the examiners reviewed his essays, they all marveled at him and praised him for his rare talent in Confucianism and Daoism and his ability to help the world.
After passing the test all the way, Luo Chuan successfully entered the final Jinluan Palace Examination, faced the Emperor Great Zhao, answered questions in front of the audience, and took the imperial pen test in person.
Above the Jinluan Hall, hundreds of civil and military officials stood on both sides, and the emperor sat on the dragon throne with majestic eyes, assessing the world's students on their ways of governing the world and their strategies for the country.
All the Jinshi students answered respectfully and spoke carefully. Only Luo Chuan stood calmly, neither humble nor arrogant. He faced the emperor's questions, quoted scriptures, and integrated the past and the present. From people's livelihood and taxation to frontier stability, from official governance reform to the long-term development of the family and country, his words were sonorous, clear-cut, and far-sighted, which shocked the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty.
Great Zhao Emperor Longyan was delighted, nodded repeatedly, and said frankly that it was the country's great fortune to have such a talented man.
The palace examination comes to an end and the gold medal list is announced.
The royal list was high Capital City Vermilion Bird Avenue. Thousands of people and students from poor families gathered to watch. The hall was crowded and noisy.
The top of the gold list, the number one scholar and the fourth big character are clearly engraved with, Luo Chuan!
Once he was named on the gold list, the young man in white came out on top!
A commoner from a poor family suddenly became the number one scholar in Great Zhao's new science. He became famous in Beijing and shocked both the government and the public!
The news spread throughout the imperial capital, the whole city was shocked, and all the people were amazed.
No one would have thought that a few months ago, that mortal boy who had no chance of immortality in the Hengyue Sect and was considered mediocre in this life, would reach the pinnacle of the secular world with a pen and a Confucian and Daoist heart.
Became the youngest number one scholar in the Great Zhao dynasty.
On the royal street, drums and music are playing, and flowers are paving the way.
Luo Chuan is dressed in a brand-new brocade robe for the number one scholar, an official hat with a hairpin on his head, and a jade belt around his waist. He has a tall and straight figure, a temperament as gentle as jade, and is surrounded by a mellow and elegant Confucianism and Daoism. He is unparalleled in splendor and stunning the whole city.
He paraded through the streets on horseback, accepting worship from all the people, his eyes were calm Youyuan, showing no trace of the arrogance of a young man who had achieved success, and no trace of the ecstasy of being named on the gold medal list.
Everyone in the world thought that he became famous instantly and rose to prominence, a peerless legend who counterattacked from a humble family.
Only Luo Chuan knows it in his heart.
There are no trees on the fairy road, but trees are planted in the mortal world.
He lost his way to immortality, but he planted his own towering path in this earthly world.
On Hengyue Mountain, he had no chance of immortality and was rejected by the immortality.
In the world of mortals, he taught Daoism with his pen, became a saint through Confucianism, and reached the pinnacle of the mortal world.
Looking far south in the direction of the Eternal Mountain Range, the clouds and mist are misty and the fairy spirit is lingering.
Luo Chuan sat on the horseback, his eyes were deep, and he whispered softly, "Immortals and mortals have different paths, each can realize his original intention."
"Since the way of heaven has not given me a path to immortality, I will base myself on Confucianism and Daoism, regard the human world as my place of enlightenment, and regard common people as my avenue."
An eternal dream, a half-life of mundane practice, a former guest in the immortal sky, now the number one scholar in the world of mortals.
Time flies by, and before you know it, thirty years have passed by like a fleeting moment.
Luo Chuan is now in his fifties, with white hair. Looking at the Zhao Kingdom mountains and rivers in front of him, he takes a deep breath of hot breath.
"Thirty years... how many thirty years can there be in life... the understanding of heaven and earth is always just a little bit behind... it is just that I can't truly understand it."
"It seems... I still need to travel throughout Vermilion Bird Planet, and spend the rest of my life to see the scenery of this world, and maybe I can gain some insights."
Thinking of this, Luo Chuan had a little chat with Emperor Zhao Kingdom, and finally the other party agreed that he should leave Zhao Kingdom, but still hoped that he could return safely.
Years pass by, and the years pass silently.
He spent half his life in officialdom, spent half his life traversing the mountains and rivers to educate all living beings, and the youthful champion who was once the number one scholar in the gold medal list has been washed away by the long years.
At this moment, Luo Chuan, who is walking on the ancient roads of the world, is already an old man with frosty white hair and an old face.
Luo Chuan was dressed in a simple plain cloth, the robes gently fluttering in the evening breeze in the mountains, her silver hair was scattered freely, and her face was covered with deep and shallow ravines of the years.
In every line, decades of mortal experience and vicissitudes of life are engraved.
There is only one pair of eyes, which have been tempered by half a lifetime and baptized by thousands of living beings in various ways. Not only are they not turbid and dim.
On the contrary, it became more and more clear and translucent, profound and profound, like a hidden galaxy of eternity, containing the universe of heaven and earth. The aging and decay of an ordinary old man did not fall on his divine soul and magnanimity at all.
Luo Chuan walked slowly but steadily, stepping on the ancient bluestone road step by step. His posture was as tall and straight as a mountain, and his back was never even slightly bent.
Half his life was devoted to Confucianism and Daoism, and half his life he cared about the common people. He had already transcended the shackles of the earthly world and developed a majestic demeanor that tolerated all things and looked down upon the ups and downs.
The moment he stepped out of the ancient bluestone path and reached an open place in the mountains and forests, above the sea of clouds in the sky, there were suddenly several sharp sounds piercing the sky.
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
Several dazzling immortal rainbows with different streams of light tore through the sky, carrying the pressure of rich spiritual energy, criss-crossing between the clouds, and passing at high speed over a hundred feet above Luo Chuan's head.
The celestial light is bright and the Daoist rhyme is majestic, forming an extremely distinct feeling of separation from the fireworks and earth beneath your feet.
Luo Chuan turned a blind eye to this fairy scene that an ordinary mortal would never encounter in his lifetime.
Luo Chuan never raised his eyes to look, was not curious or surprised at all, his mind was calm and unruffled, his steps were always calm and steady, and he continued to move forward slowly along the road ahead.
For him at this moment, the magical power of the immortal family, flying to the sky and escaping to the earth, is just one of the thousands of ways in the world.
The ordinary people farm and weave, the literati write books, and the emperors control the mountains and rivers, there is no essential distinction between them.
The great road has different paths but ultimately comes from the same source, which is no longer enough to disturb his Daoist mind.
Among the rainbows of fairy lights speeding high in the sky, an elegant purple stream of light suddenly stopped, broke away from the advancing team, and hovered in the clouds thousands of miles away.
A soft and delicate sound of surprise came from within the purple clouds.
The person who spoke out was a woman with peerless appearance and extraordinary charm.
She is dressed in a flowing purple gauze fairy dress. She has a slim and graceful figure, even bones and natural flesh, delicate and picturesque eyebrows, and stunning appearance, which is enough to overturn the world.
The most touching thing is her innate charm, with a touch of natural charm and gentleness lingering between her eyebrows.
Not deliberate, not pretentious, Lingdong is gentle and not stained by the dust of the world, but with a hint of inexplicable alienation and coldness, extraordinary beauty, and unparalleled elegance.
At this moment, the woman's clear fairy eyes lowered slightly, penetrating through the layers of clouds and mist, and firmly locked onto the old, lone commoner figure walking along the ancient road below.
Her delicate eyebrows slowly furrowed, and her eyes were filled with deep confusion, confusion and unspeakable throbbing.
There was an inexplicable strange bond in her heart that was extremely familiar, extremely real, but could not be traced back. The traces of sourness and sadness quietly entangled her soul, making her feel confused and unable to calm down.
When several fellow monks who were traveling with her saw her suddenly stopping, they all became confused. They all slowed down their speed and turned around to ask.