I Become A Saint By Studying

Zhong Zi is staring at the poem volume in Lin Yi's hand.

The figure flashed.

Appearing directly in front of Lin Yi, he already got the calligraphy of "Guan Ju".

Crash!

Zhong Zi couldn't wait to open it, his eyes fixed on the poem on the calligraphy.

"Guanguan Jujiu, in the river continent. A fair lady, a gentleman is good."

"Scattered Nymphaeum, flow from left to right. My fair lady, I long for it..."

Zhong Zi was muttering softly.

The awe-inspiring righteousness emerges from the calligraphy, Zhong Zi is insighting the calligraphy, and the awe-inspiring righteousness is inhaled into the body.

It turned into an extremely rich ordinary talent.

It is equivalent to the authentic works of the sages in his Insight Holy House.

"Worthy of being a poem full of talent and vigour, with Insight, the effect of practice is comparable to the authentic works of the sages!"

Zhong Zizheng was terrified.

The Holy Academy also has a few talented poems, and only a few of their Great Saint sons and bachelors who have made outstanding contributions to the Holy Academy can have Insight.

Extremely precious.

Because the calligraphy of Insight is worth reading hundreds of books.

It's like reading the knowledge of sages.

This calligraphy is comparable to an earth-level cultural treasure, but... the number of times is limited.

"My fair lady, a gentleman is so sweet!"

Zhong Zizheng looked confused.

It seems that I think of some things in the past, and I can't help feeling a little sad.

"I heard that you were framed, Fang Qingxue saved you?" Zhong Zizheng asked curiously.

"Yes!"

Lin Yi nodded, thinking of the iceberg beauty Fang Qingxue, and said, "Student will always remember this kindness in my heart. When I see her in the future, I will definitely repay her!"

Zhong Zi smiled positively, "No wonder, you would write such a poem. Fang Qingxue has seen it before. Last year's member of the Holy Academy, she is indeed a rare beauty..."

Zhong Zi was just putting away the calligraphy, looked down, and returned it to Lin Yi with great reluctance.

"This poem is not..."

Lin Yi just wanted to say that this poem was not written for Fang Qingxue.

But Zhong Zizheng said again, "I have already made my wish for this trip, but I didn't expect that this trip to Nanxiang Mansion will be all about you!"

He smiled wryly.

Shaking his head, he turned and prepared to leave.

"Master Zhong, wait a moment!" Lin Yi quickly called Zhong Zizheng to stop.

"how?"

Zhong Zi was looking at Lin Yi suspiciously.

Lin Yi saluted, looked at Zhong Zizheng said, "Thanks to Master Zhong's great love, I gave this gift to the students, and the students can't repay it. This poem...you should give it to Master Zhong!"

This is a decision Lin Yi made after careful consideration.

Zhong Zizheng is the Holy Son of the Holy Court.

The weight of that jade ring finger is extremely heavy, it can be said to be a life-saving talisman.

Because Zhong Zizheng knew that by beheading a scholar, he had offended all the scholars in the world.

But Zhong Zi is the holy son of the Holy Court, but he is silently giving for himself, and his words and deeds show his great love for own.

No matter past life or present life, he always knows how to repay his kindness.

Throw me a peach and give me a plum.

Since Zhong Zizheng loves poetry, ordinary poems will definitely not catch Zhong Zizheng's eyes.

This poem is also worthy of Zhong Zizheng's status as a great Confucian.

"Send... to this seat?"

Zhong Zizheng was stunned.

Wen Xin trembled slightly.

Looking at the poem of Guanfu that Lin Yi handed to him, he suddenly smiled.

"Okay, I accept it!"

Zhong Zizheng really liked this poem.

Lin Yi was able to present this extremely precious poem to him, which is a great kindness.

"Uncle Zhong is waiting for you in the holy courtyard in the capital, and I will treat you to a drink then!"

Zhong Zizheng smiled and patted Lin Yi's shoulder, and the eyes of Setsuna who turned around were red.

This was the first time someone gave him the gift of the Holy Son.

With his back turned to Lin Yi, Zhong Zi waved his hand lightly, and disappeared at the entrance of Caishi.

When it reappeared, it was already hundreds of miles away.

He stopped, looked at the calligraphy of "Guanju" in his hand, shook his head and said with a smile, "Uncle Zhong is not a woman... Uncle Zhong will help you pass this poem on to Fang Qingxue!"

...

Zhong Zi is leaving.

Lin Yi withdrew his gaze, glanced at Li Wenbo who was beside him with a face full of pain, and said, "Go back to the county government office!"

"Master, that is the poem of Guanfu, a priceless treasure, which can give fourth rank gentlemen Insight and enhance their talents!"

Li Wenbo felt his heart was broken.

A poem of Guanfu, if he gets a good insight, it will definitely improve several Realms.

"I'm inspired later, I'll make a song for you!" Lin Yi chuckled lightly.

Since this time.

Li Wenbo was his school boy, and he saw all the hard work he put in.

In public and private.

He should have gained something.

After all, if he wanted to let the horse run and not let the horse eat grass, wouldn't he be a capitalist?

"Grandpa..."

Li Wenbo yelled, tears streaming down his face.

"gone!"

Lin Yi walked back to the county government office with his hands behind his back.

With red eyes, Li Wenbo hurriedly followed.

along the way.

The city residents took out all the chicken, duck and fish from their homes and gave them to Lin Yi along the street.

Lin Yi couldn't refuse at first, so he asked Li Wenbo to help hold it.

Can go to the end.

More and more people sent things, Lin Yi was so frightened that he took Li Wenbo and fled Nancheng.

When I returned to the county government.

The yamen servants in the yamen saw Lin Yi and Li Wenbo carrying large bags, eggs, meat, and cloth...

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Don't be dumbfounded, these are all given by the common people, representing their wishes, and help move in!"

Li Wenbo hurriedly called those yamen servants to come over to help.

until then.

Lin Yi and Li Wenbo were relieved.

Although the things sent by the people of the city are not delicacies, in Lin Yi's opinion, they are better than delicacies!

The backyard of the county government.

He Weijun was chatting with Zhang Dong, and the latter was quite reserved.

After all, this used to be his dean.

Now he is also on the same level as the chief official of Nanxiang Mansion, the magistrate, and can be regarded as his immediate boss.

"My lord, Master Lin is back!"

County lieutenant Li Si ran in.

He Weijun and Zhang Dong both stood up and went to greet him.

Lin Yi and Li Wenbo entered the backyard, and saw He Weijun and Zhang Dong walking towards them.

"Dean He!"

"Master Zhang!"

Lin Yi cupped hands saluted.

He Weijun glanced behind Lin Yi and asked doubtfully, "Master Zhong... is gone?"

"kindness!"

Lin Yi nodded.

He Weijun let out a long breath, and finally let go of his hanging heart, and then said, "Lin Yi, hurry up, let the old man read your poems about Guanfu..."

He took out the rubbings and the gold ticket that he had prepared a long time ago from his sleeve robe, and looked at Lin Yi excitedly.

"..."

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said, "The poem of Guanfu, Junior has given it to Master Zhong!"

"what!!!"

He Weijun was completely dumbfounded, the rubbings fell to the ground, and he said in a trembling voice, "That's the poem of Guanfu. If the old man can gain Insight, he may enter the third rank..."

He was really dumbfounded.

He didn't leave at all, and went to the county government office to talk to Zhang Dongla.

Just to see Lin Yi's Guanfu poems, hoping to gain something.

It's fine now...it's gone!

But before he finished speaking, he saw Lin Yi's thumb, which seemed to have an eye-catching jade wrench.

It seems to have the emblem of the Holy Academy on it...

hum!

He Weijun was stupefied at the time, hesitating and saying, "Holy... Holy Son's keepsake... Seeing the keepsake is like seeing the Holy Son!"

Only at this time did he fully understand why Lin Yi gave the poem of Guanfu to Master Zhong.

Just this jade ring finger is worth far more than that poem of Guanfu.

The Holy Son treats Lin Yi sincerely!