Chapter 62: Meeting the Teacher

Mo Qingkuang followed Tang Yu and Gu Hongyi upstairs. Many of this year's Jinshi candidates had already arrived at the Juzi Building.

The top sixteen candidates who participated in the palace examination were arranged to gather at the top floor of the Juzi Building.

The seats for the rest were arranged below according to their rankings.

This was the case for both the civil and military subjects. Therefore, the top floor actually only had the top sixteen candidates for the military examination and the top sixteen candidates for the civil examination.

"Is that Gu Hongyi? The third place winner of this martial arts exam? She's really pretty."

"She's pretty, but she's a rose with thorns. If you dare take her home, I'll beat you to death."

"That tall guy must be Tang Yu, right? Who's the one between them? How come I've never heard of him?"

"You don't know that? Mo Qingkuang! Do you know Kuang Qing? This year's top martial arts winner, the one who outsmarted Yuan Jianzong's lackey Lin Yang, a role model for our generation!"

"Oh - so he's Kuang Qing. I heard that Mo Qingkuang is his real name, and Kuang Qing is just a pseudonym."

"Well, I heard that Mo Qingkuang is from Nanzhou. He was abandoned by Yuan Jianzong during the disciple-recruiting competition. He came to Zhongzhou under an assumed name and defeated Yuan Jianzong's best disciple in one fell swoop. I want to see what the expressions of those arrogant guys in Yuan Jianzong are like now."

"Hahaha, I want to see it too."

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As soon as Mo Qingkuang and the other two entered the Juzi Building, they were caught up in a discussion.

After all, after he removed his disguise and restored his true face, his appearance had changed greatly. Not to mention passers-by, even Han Yan'er and others who often get along with him can hardly tell how much similarity there is between his current appearance and his previous appearance.

"Listen, everyone is talking about you." Tang Yu led Mo Qingkuang up and said with some ridicule.

"Now they still admire him. When they understand clearly, I wonder if they will believe that the hero in their minds is such a person." Gu Hongyi responded with a fake smile.

Tang Yu was puzzled. Gu Hongyi was polite to Mo Qingkuang. Why did he suddenly have such a big opinion?

"Hongyi, what kind of person is Brother Mo?" Tang Yu asked in confusion.

Tang Yu's father did not have the power to review the secret reports of the court, and Han Yan'er and Zheng Tao would not show Tang Yu Mo Qingkuang's resume on purpose.

Therefore, Tang Yu had no understanding of Mo Qingkuang, and his impression remained on Kuang Qing's image.

Sometimes I would feel jealous: "You are already so strong, and your brain is still so good. I was a little bit ugly, but I felt a little balanced. Who knew you were so handsome!"

Mo Qingkuang was full of black lines on his head, and he didn't respond, just kept walking forward.

Amid the greetings of "Hello Brother Mo" and "Hello Mr. Mo" along the way, he stepped into the threshold of the top floor.

The top floor of the Juzi Building is different from the other floors. There are only two round tables here, which are arranged on the left and right of the hall.

Each round table is arranged with sixteen seats, for the top sixteen of the civil and military exams to sit down.

Right above the hall, there are two dignified desks, which are specially set up for the deans of the civil and military colleges of the Imperial College.

Only the top sixteen in the two subjects have the opportunity to dine at the same table with the two deans.

The two deans are also the hosts of each Luming Banquet. After today, they can be regarded as the teachers of this year's candidates, and they can call themselves the students of the two deans when they go out.

Mo Qingkuang looked up and saw that most people had already taken their seats. For the literary examination, all sixteen people were seated at the round table on the left. On the dean's desk on that side, sat a young man with short, black hair.

The young man looked very handsome. He was wearing a scholar's robe, but his chest was exposed. He waved a feather fan in his hand, looking like a romantic man from a book.

What was a little surprising was that he did not kneel normally, but pulled a Hu chair and leaned on it crookedly, as if he had no bones.

As if seeing Mo Qingkuang's surprised look, Tang Yu whispered in Mo Qingkuang's ear: "Don't look at it randomly, that person is Dean Hua of the Academy of Literature. Don't look at him as a teenager of seventeen or eighteen. In fact, he is about the same age as Dean Zheng."

"Ah?" Mo Qingkuang never thought that such a frivolous and unrestrained young man would actually be the dean of the Imperial College of Literature.

One of the representatives of Tianxuan's golden generation, the top scholar in the literary examination and the third scholar in the martial arts examination!

"Dean Hua is friendly and cares about his appearance. He looks the same as he did when he was a reference. As his cultivation improves, Dean Hua deliberately keeps his appearance young."

Tang Yu whispered again: "Let me tell you, Dean Hua is very easy-going. He prefers others to call him Brother Hua when it is not a formal occasion. He says that this makes him look younger."

"Of course, he also likes young people with great literary talent. If you have any poems that can satisfy him, he will give you a gift, either civil or military. Dean Hua is also a king-level strongman."

Before Mo Qingkuang could speak, Gu Hongyi whispered sarcastically: "Forget it. It's better to let Young Master Mo go and beat Lin Yang again than to let him recite poems and compose essays. Don't you think so, Young Master Mo?"

Mo Qingkuang rolled his eyes: "Yes, yes, yes."

What Gu Hongyi said was right. He had been arrogant and naughty since he was a child, and he didn't know how many teachers had been driven away by him.

Although he could recognize most of the characters, it was really difficult for him to recite poems and compose essays.

Looking at the martial arts academy, there were still five seats left on the round table, two of which were facing the direction of the dean's seat in the hall.

The best seat was for the martial arts champion, which was Mo Qingkuang's seat.

On the right side of that position, it was the Ninth Princess Han Yan'er who had arrived for a while and was now being flattered by many people.

Han Yan'er noticed Mo Qingkuang's arrival at the first time, and tried to restrain herself from turning around to look at him, but her eyes could not help but start to be dazed.

On the left side of the position, it was the Tanhua seat, waiting for Gu Hongyi to take a seat.

The remaining three empty seats, one for Tang Yu, one for Li Ang who was seriously injured and did not come to participate.

The other one was the seat of Lin Yang who was taken away by the Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng.

He naturally could not attend the Luming Feast tonight.

The Dean's seat in the hall was occupied by Dean Zheng Tao of the Martial Academy.

What was strange was that as the Dean of the Martial Academy, he was wearing a strict warrior uniform, his long hair mixed with silver threads was meticulously groomed, and he was sitting in a very dignified kneeling posture, with a jade pendant of excellent appearance hanging around his waist, which looked very formal.

Compared with the unruly dean of the Wen Academy next door, Hua, one can't help but feel a sense of contrast.

Zheng Tao was also looking at Mo Qingkuang at this moment, with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

Mo Qingkuang's mind moved, and he quickly crossed the passage between the two round tables, came to Zheng Tao, knelt on both knees, and kowtowed respectfully: "Student Mo Qingkuang, I greet the teacher."