Chapter 63: Xu 7'an: I still have a chance to rescue

　　 "Wen Xin Guan is upstairs. You can go upstairs from here and walk all the way to the top floor." Song Tingfeng took him to the stairs and pointed upstairs:
　　 "There is no requirement for this level, but you have to remember, follow your heart. If you are too artificial, the score will be lowered."
　　 "What's the use of scoring?" Xu Qi'an asked back.
　　 "Why did you test your qualifications? Grade four: Grade A, B, C, D, the better the qualification. Naturally, the easier it is to be cultivated." Song Tingfeng raised his chin: "I am B."
　　 Zhu Guangxiao said dullly: "I am C."
　　 I am a big man... Xu Qi'an silently played a trick and climbed up the building alone. When he came to the second floor, he saw a simple bronze mirror hung on the red lacquered pillar facing the stairs.
　　 His figure was reflected in the mirror.
　　 Xu Qi'an's heart palpitated for no reason, and his muscles became uncontrollably tight, and then slowly relaxed.
　　 Inner distracting thoughts settled, and the mood was calm, letting go of all fame, fortune and selfish desires.
　　 There is a problem with this mirror...The idea just flashed, and it settled in my heart and didn't care.
　　 forcibly enter the sage time... this thought also precipitated.
　　 He walked around the corner with ease and came to the lobby on the second floor, where a Buddha was enshrined, with a rich body and a solemn appearance.
　　 There are tributes on the shore of the incense, and the incense curls.
　　 An official stood in front of the Buddha, looking at him.
　　 Xu Qi'an calmly looked at the Buddha statue for a few times, then stopped looking, and walked towards the third floor stairs.
The 　　 staff watched him leave, bowed his head and wrote on the paper, seeming to be evaluating.
　　...
　　 The third floor is dedicated to Dao Zun, wearing a robes, holding a wooden sword, and auspicious clouds.
　　 There was also an official in front of the Faxiang, quietly watching Xu Qi'an coming.
　　 After Xu Qi'an took a few random glances and turned around, the staff also picked up a pen and wrote an evaluation on the paper spread out on the desk.
　　...
　　 The fourth floor is dedicated to Confucian saints, wearing Confucian shirts and crowns, looking into the distance.
　　 The sage still stood in front of the clay sculpture, looking at Xu Qi'an quietly.
　　 This saint sculpture is exactly the same as that of Yunlu Academy...Xu Qi'an expressed this emotion in his heart and left without nostalgia.
　　He came to the highest level-the fifth floor.
　　 The fifth floor enshrines a man wearing a yellow robe. He stands tall, holding a sword in both hands, sword brows and stars, with awe-inspiring aura.
　　 Xu Qi'an doesn't know this person, but the bright yellow dragon robe says it all.
　　 A certain king of the Dafeng Dynasty, or the founding emperor.
　　Walking here, he suddenly understood the true meaning of "asking the heart". The test of aptitude is only part of it. The true meaning is to test a person's moral quality.
　　 The function of that mirror is to make it impossible to make any actions against your will and to pray with incense on purpose.
　　.....Oops, I don’t worship the Buddha, the Taoist deity, or the saints. This shows that I am a person who does not respect God, does not respect the Buddha, and disdains the Four Books and Five Classics....
.... It’s okay, but I must worship the one on the fifth floor.... If you don’t worship, I’ll be over.....a person who has no king and no father who ignores gods and Buddha is not tolerated in this era of....
　　What kind of organization is the squadron?
　　 is a spy and agency affiliated with the emperor.
　　 It can disrespect the three religions, but it cannot be disloyal to the emperor.
　　 So "Wen Xin Guan" is a screening of moral character.
　　 Xu Qi'an is undoubtedly unqualified. He went up to the fifth floor in one breath, and none of them worshiped.
　　 I, this kind of human crumbs, will be kicked out of the people’s yamen... That’s all, the key is that the people who know I framed Zhou Li’s crimes, who knows whether they will turn over the old accounts...
　　 These thoughts flashed one by one, and then settled, automatically ignored.
　　 Xu Qi'an anxiously confronted the "sage mode" and forced himself to bow down to the emperor. The two consciousnesses fought wildly, stiff body, muscle spasm and trembling.
　　 The clerk standing in front of the king's face observed Xu Qi'an for a moment, then passed him downstairs.
　　 A few minutes later, the clerks returned, Xu Qi'an was still standing there, stiff and shaking, like cramps in his hands and feet.
　　 The staff member looked at Xu Qi'an like a rare animal, and said in a low voice, "I have exchanged comments with my colleagues downstairs."
　　 The staff continued: "When Wei Gong set up the questioning of the heart, he had an explanation. If someone didn't buckle or worship for the fifth floor in a row, he would be an unforgivable person."
　　...Brother, give me another chance!
　　 Xu Qi'an is extremely anxious.
　　 "So Wei Gong gave another opportunity to set up the sixth level separately, but that level has never been visited." The staff member looked at Xu Qi'an magically: "You are a scorpion shit, you are the only one."
　　 "You relax your body, don't cramp anymore," he said.
　　 Xu Qi'an no longer confronted the inner sage mode, adjusted his breathing, and successfully prevented the muscles from twitching.
　　 Only then did he realize that his back was soaked.
　　 He followed the clerks around the statue of the king and went to a deeper area,
　　 Mottled sunlight spilled from the hollow windows, illuminating the wooden table in the house in fine pieces.
　　 A line of poems is carved on the wooden stage.
　　 Killed the enemy chiefs and millions of soldiers, the sword at his waist was bloody.
　　 came back holding a golden mace, the Manchu civil and military did not dare to speak.
　　The poem is pretty aggressive...show me what the poem means.
　　 Xu Qi'an glanced sideways at the silent staff member. He wanted to slip some cash and get information from him.
　　 Then I thought, a mere clerk, understand the mind of that with great authority? impossible.
　　 Don't lead yourself crooked, instead you will die.
　　 Fight poem? Impossible, the subject is obviously not to compete with poetry. Questioning the mind is related to ideological and moral character, and we must start from this aspect.
　　Since it is a test of moral character, what is Wei Yuan doing here with this poem?
　　 Xu Qi'an puts away distracting thoughts and uses his brain actively.
　　 The sixth pass was arranged for me, a materialist who has no ruler and no teacher, and disrespect of God and Buddha, which is equivalent to the last chance.
　　 I naturally wanted to dig out some precious thoughts and qualities from me. If I didn't, I would be dead.
　　Precious thoughts and morals... Suddenly, Xu Qi'an thought of the couplet in the lobby on the first floor:
　　 is willing to serve the dust with deep heart, not for self-interest.
　　The duty of beating the guards is to supervise the officials....The poem by Wei Yuan also has the meaning of serving the country with loyalty and coercing the officials.
　　 Thinking of this, he suddenly became transparent and understood the meaning of the eunuch.
　　 This poem is here, not for fighting poems, but for empathy.
　　 If the heinous person who has no army and no teacher really has bad temperament, in the questioning mind, he cannot resist his own heart and forcefully write empathy poems.
　　 On the contrary, it shows that he still has precious qualities. Wei Yuan is willing to give him a chance.
　　 Xu Qi'an exhaled like a sigh, and stretched out his hand: "Public and ink are waiting."
　　 staff handed over a writing brush and laid rice paper on the wooden table.
　　 Xu Qi'an hung his pen on the paper and closed his eyes.
　　Although I don’t have a king in my heart, I don’t even bother to worship the gods and the Buddha.
　　 But I am not a wicked person. I have justice in my heart and principles under my feet. I have never been a commoner, never relying on the status of a subordinate to blackmail, even if this is the norm in society...
　　 Even though, I tried desperately to make money.
　　 If you want empathy, I will write a poem as you wish.
　　 Xu Qi'an started writing without any psychological barriers, and wrote in ugly font:
　　Er Lu, Min Zhi Min ointment
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　　 staff member looked at the four sentences on the paper in a daze.
　　 He took the rice paper, and stared at Xu Qi'an seriously for a while, and said, "The questioning is over. Adults can do it yourself, but before the results come out, don't leave the yamen."
　　 "Weigong must personally determine the qualifications of every guardian, and the villain will be sent to Wei Gong."
　　 He almost left the floor by running, and there was a sound of footsteps from the stairs, and he went away quickly.
　　 Xu Qi'an felt that he was collapsed, and he held the wooden platform to take a breath for a while, and then went downstairs.
　　 Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were waiting for his colleague on the first floor. When Xu Qi'an came downstairs, they smiled and beckoned: "How many times did you kneel?"
　　 He smiled like a fox.
　　 The staff who went downstairs did not tell him the process and results.
　　 Xu Qi'an opened his mouth, and finally chose silence.
　　 Zhu Guangxiao's unsmiling face, two eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "Your complexion doesn't look good."
　　 It's not so good. I feel like I've been wandering on the edge of life and death twice. It's more exciting than a roller coaster... Xu Qi'an shook his head tiredly and said:
　　 "I want to find a place to sit and drink tea and take a break."
　　 Song Tingfeng smiled and raised his eyebrows: "I will ask you another woman who is a hooker, knock on her shoulders and rub her legs?"
　　You are like a crosstalk under the overpass...Xu Qi'an smiled and nodded: "Go to Jiaofang Division and ask for a fragrant oiran."
　　 Song Tingfeng was taken aback, and laughed loudly: "I had this dream when I was young."
　　PS: The public chapter should consider the number of words and the flow of recommended bits, and cannot be changed. After it's on the shelves, let's break it up. Six or seven thousand words a day should be the bottom line. By the way, there are countless foreshadowings in the book, more than in the second generation of the demon. You can find it.