I Become A Saint By Studying

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Li Wenbo was the first to notice Lin Yi's strangeness, and said worriedly.

When Zhang Dong and the others heard this, their expressions changed slightly, and they hurried to Lin Yi's side.

Zhang Dong asked concerned, "What happened?"

"Is there something uncomfortable? Carrying the official air, leaving behind sequelae?"

He Weijun looked up and down, panicked.

Lin Sheng enters the mortal world, if his body is damaged, his achievements will be greatly restricted.

It's about their future.

He took out a few more Medicine Pills from his pocket, trying to prescribe medicine according to Lin Yi's symptoms.

He Wancheng was dumbfounded anyway.

Dean He is really enough!

The government yamen and the common people in the city are all watching, you are the dignified first president of Nanxiang Mansion, why should you look like this?

"let me!"

He Wancheng knew about Qingping Academy, which made Lin Yi extremely disappointed.

This is his chance to turn his image around.

In his bosom, a red Gold Core medicine the size of a bull's eye was quickly handed to Lin Yi, just about to speak.

Zhong Zizheng said calmly, "Why did you come here? This kid has broken the ninth rank and is about to enter the eighth rank. Your red gold core that nourishes yin and nourishes yang...is it useful?"

"What, enter the eighth grade?"

He Wancheng's eyes widened, his expression changed drastically.

Even He Weijun's face changed suddenly at this time, and he became a little flustered.

Entering the eighth rank is too sudden, this is a great wish and a life.

If it is an ordinary scholar, then there is nothing to worry about.

The key point is that Lin Yi bears the awe-inspiring righteousness, and he is not the prince of the emperor, how can he live?

What kind of ambition is worthy of awe-inspiring righteousness!

"The big thing is not going well, Dean He, are you prepared?" He Wancheng asked.

He Weijun looked dignified, and said, "What preparations can I have? The old man hasn't returned to the academy, and hasn't read the relevant books and records..."

Zhang Dong and Li Wenbo also hurriedly followed the ants in Reguoshan.

They know that Lin Yi carries a righteous spirit.

This great wish at the time of life must be worthy of awe-inspiring righteousness, otherwise life will fail, and Wen Dao will have no hope for life.

Equivalent to Lin Yi's ship in Sea of ​​Bitterness, capsized!

"Eight-rank life is a hurdle!"

"Scholars need to make great ambitions, to study for the people of the world, to study for the sake of killing demons and demons... definitely not!"

Lin Yi didn't dare to break through rashly.

He was thinking about what kind of ambition he had made so that he could resonate with Haoran's righteousness.

It can be said.

This is his literary path, and it is the most critical time for his practice.

If you are a little careless, all your previous efforts will be wasted.

at the same time.

'What's the matter with these people? '

Zhong Zizheng was suspicious, frowned, looked at He Wancheng and said, "What's going on? Isn't it just the eighth rank? How difficult is it?"

"Lin Yi is seventeen or eighteen years old, right? It's too late to make a fortune at this age!"

"What a fuss, I don't have the composure that a scholar should have!"

Zhong Zi was taking a somewhat lecturing tone.

He Wancheng had a bitter expression on his face, and said, "Master Zhong doesn't know something, Lin Yi, Lin Yi is full of righteousness!"

"It's a big hurdle for him to establish a life at the eighth rank!"

"A little careless..."

He Wancheng shook his head while talking about Lin Yi's situation.

However.

Zhong Zizheng didn't listen to anything other than the words 'Lin Yi is full of righteousness'.

This moment.

Even if Zhong Zizheng is a third rank Confucian, his mind will inevitably go blank.

The mind was greatly shocked.

It's him!

His poems are full of talent.

Mingzhou's poems are his talent.

He is also the one who is full of righteousness!

He circled around, and the person he was looking for, by chance, was Lin Yi alone.

He was extremely horrified.

What kind of qualifications does this have to be able to become such a wizard.

He underestimated Lin Yi.

Also underestimated Lin Yi.

Lin Yi is definitely the most outstanding person he has ever met in his entire life.

"No wonder you plead for the people and intervene in the affairs of the yamen and scholars. You are righteous. If you are not righteous, you will be backlashed by him..."

Zhong Zi is fully understanding.

It's not that Lin Yi is meddling in his own business, but that he is fulfilling the mission of righteousness.

"It's really not good now, the owner of the grandeur righteousness, it is not easy to make a life at the eighth rank..."

Zhong Zizheng also realized the seriousness of the situation.

He didn't want the Holy Academy to lose such a talent.

I don't even want Wen Dao to lose such a rising star.

"Lin Yi, this seat temporarily seals off your Wenxin, and temporarily cuts Wenxin off from your sea of ​​consciousness, and takes you to the Holy Academy, and my teacher will find a way for you!"

Zhong Zi was speaking hastily, looking anxious.

After speaking, he walked towards Lin Yi.

This moment.

After hearing Zhong Zizheng's words, those academy scholars who were locked up by officials, Pu Guochang and others rolled their eyes in fright.

See the current Dayan Yasheng directly?

He killed a scholar... Saint cruelly shielded him, and now even the saint wants to help him?

Who is this?

"Don't bother Master Zhong, I know it well!"

Lin Yi stopped Zhong Zizheng with a wave of his hand.

His literary heart was beating faster and faster, resonating with the place where the temporary literary palace had just existed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It seems that there is a force on both sides, rushing towards each other.

unstoppable.

Moreover, the awe-inspiring righteousness in the body is running uncontrollably.

is in an uncontrolled state.

It seems to be looking for a place that can accommodate it.

That is to say... He must make a decision today.

Otherwise, the body will suffer backlash and heavy damage because it cannot bear the awe-inspiring righteousness.

"Life!"

"Life!"

Lin Yi was a little nervous.

This is a hurdle he has to cross, and time keeps passing, and he still has no clue.

"Lord Lin!"

"Master Lin, what's wrong?"

"God bless, Master Lin is merciful to us and the common people, it is your grace that you bestow on us, please be safe, Master Lin!"

"Bless Lord Lin!"

"..."

Indistinctly, Lin Yi heard the prayers of those city residents.

He was slightly moved.

This Setsuna.

He had a flash of inspiration and thought of many things.

Review the encounters during time travel.

Experience the crisis of the academy sky demon again.

After going down the mountain, I met Zhang Xiaoyan's case, and Park Guochang and others robbed the execution ground. These all reflect a phenomenon.

That is the problem of scholars in the Dayan Dynasty, and the evils have been accumulated for too long.

Some scholars, relying on their status, are full of Saint's theory, loyal to the emperor and patriotic, protecting the people of the world, and killing demons.

But what he has seen and heard is that these scholars deceive the world, steal their names, bully the people, and regard the people as ants and mayflies.

Some of them have never lowered their eyes of pity to the people at the bottom.

He thought of Zhu Liren.

Thinking of Chen Haoran.

Thinking of Qian Qingwen.

Thinking of Qian Qingshu.

Thinking of Park Kwok Chang...

These people have mastered the ability of Transcendent, they can go to heaven and earth, they are omnipotent, and they have no scruples about life and death for the people at the bottom.

But the people at the bottom are oppressed, and they don't even have the courage to resist and sue the officials.

He is full of righteousness.

Even more than the talent of a scholar, he should make a difference.

"I know what I should stick to and what I should defend. My ambition is..."

Lin Yi suddenly opened his eyes.