I Become A Saint By Studying

"..."

After hearing Lin Yi's words, those gifted scholars and beauties fell silent.

ambition!

That is for God to see, and for the master to see.

In their life, no matter whether they entered the imperial court or the Holy Court, being able to become fifth rank was almost the limit.

Where do you think about entering the third rank Confucian Realm related to the ambition?

"In broad daylight, who would kill a famous scholar?"

Crash!

At this moment, a group of servants dressed in yamen uniforms rushed into the teahouse fiercely.

The teahouse was not far from the government office, and it was the capital city. After someone reported to the official, they must have rushed over immediately.

Qin Shan, who was lying on the ground, her face pale as paper, looked like she was about to die, pointed at Lin Yi and said, "It's him, it's him!"

"Lin Yi...what to do? What to do?"

Zhang Jiuer panicked, she had never experienced such a thing before.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine!"

Lin Yi patted Zhang Jiu'er's arm, and then walked quickly towards the pair of torture chamber arrests, and said calmly, "It's me!"

"very good!"

The head catcher who led the team was a strong man, he looked at Lin Yi approvingly, and said, "He is a man who dares to be brave, and the head catcher will not put you in shackles anymore, let's go!"

With her hands behind her back, Lin Yi calmly left the teahouse.

When it's time to leave.

He took a special look at Qin Shan and those young men with gloomy expressions, feeling suspicious in his heart, "He spared no effort to irritate me, and tried every means to get me... It's definitely not because Miss Jiu'er behaves with the so-called poetry, I want to see, Who is going to mess with me!"

Lin Yi dared to go to the Yamen, so he naturally had his cards in his hole.

He could have revealed the holy son's token just now, thus deciding the conflict between him and Qin Shan, the Yamen has no right to intervene!

But he didn't.

Because this matter is so strange, he wants to know... Who is standing behind Qin Shan and those guys!

Who is going to mess with him!

He had just come to the capital, and it was the first time he had left Zhang's house, and the only people he had met were Long Wei and Gou Zhongxing, an official from the Ministry of Industry.

"The Ministry of Industry..."

This Setsuna, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Lin Yi's mind.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

I am looking forward to the next development. Is it the fox that showed its tail...

...

"Xu Dage, go find Xu Dage!"

"There is also Fang Qingxue, go find Fang Qingxue... She is now admitted to the Holy Court, and she is second in the palace examination, there must be a way!"

Zhang Jiu'er chased out of the teahouse and watched Lin Yi being taken into the Huatianfu Yamen, anxious and afraid.

But just when Zhang Jiuer was about to ask for help, there was a commotion in the teahouse.

Immediately afterwards.

A burst of extremely strong talent suddenly spread out from the teahouse.

call out!

At the same time, a pillar of light outside the teahouse suddenly shot straight into the sky, and then exploded like fireworks, a white light traversed the entire Huatian Mansion.

when~

A Wendao Tianyin suddenly sounded in the sky above the capital, and countless scholars and humanities palaces trembled slightly, benefiting a lot.

"Your talent runs through the mansion, what happened in the teahouse?" Zhang Jiu'er was stunned in place, shocked.

"Could it be?"

Zhang Jiu'er thought of a certain possibility, which shocked him a lot.

She gritted her teeth and turned back to the restaurant again.

Then he saw those young talented Toshihiko, all of them slumped on the ground, dumbfounded, speechless with a look of astonishment.

The young men who targeted Lin Yi couldn't help but trembled and their breathing became short of breath.

The body greedily absorbs the overflowing talent instinctively.

This bastard is no ordinary person at all!

Qin Shan from Qingshan Academy stared blankly at the brilliant poem on the desk, her mind went blank.

And at this moment, the handwriting on the paper jumped out of the paper, as if it was about to be overdrawn.

soon.

Small black characters floated from the paper. Only then did they see clearly what kind of poems Lin Yi wrote...

"Advise you not to cherish the golden thread clothes," "Advise you to cherish the youth."

"Flowers can be folded straight to be folded,"

"Don't wait for no flowers and broken branches."

call out!

The small characters with beautiful fonts are arranged in a row, flying out of the tea house like a black dragon, growing when encountering the wind, and under the blessing of the talents of heaven and earth, they turn into characters as big as bulls, floating in the void superior.

"This is Lin Yi's random poem just now..." Zhang Jiu'er was stunned, she couldn't believe her own eyes...

...

"Talent runs through the house, a poem to warn the world and encourage learning!"

Some scholars who understand this kind of vision, after seeing this poem hovering over the capital city, were completely frightened.

this moment.

Countless people in the capital have seen this bizarre phenomenon.

Fang Qingxue, who had just left the teahouse not far away, stopped abruptly when she heard Wen Dao Tianyin's Setsuna, and suddenly turned around to look back, her eyes flickering, staring blankly at the poem floating in the void.

Talent runs through the house.

That handwriting...why is it exactly the same as the "Guanju" that Zhong Zizheng gave her?

Tang Hu's expression also changed drastically, and he murmured, "This is a quatrain poem full of talent. This kind of vision is a poem to warn scholars and encourage them to learn, and it has been recognized by heaven, earth and literature!"

"I don't know which great Confucian senior made it, the capital is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon..."

Tang Hu was filled with admiration.

With his current painting skills, if he wants to make a painting of Guanzhou with five talents, it also depends on inspiration and opportunity.

...

at the same time.

In the Qingshan Academy of Huatianfu, a group of masters in Confucian robes looked up towards the capital of Huatianfu, their expressions slightly moved.

"This is the mansion of talent, and the vision over there is that there are quatrains to warn the world and encourage learning!"

"Haha, fellow seniors, if such lines are engraved in my Qingshan Academy, what a chance it would be!"

"That's right, before anyone accepts it, then we, Qingshan Academy, will get the moon first!"

The masters of Qingshan Academy appeared at the place where Wen Zhong was located in the academy, and then drove Wen Zhong with their talents.

when~

when~

The sound of Wen Zhong resounded throughout the academy, and at the same time, the fluctuation spread to the teahouse in the capital.

It seems that he wants to attract that poem to Qingshan Academy.

...

Huatianfu Township National Holy Academy.

The fifth holy son, Zhong Zi, was writing a poem in the holy courtyard. He was not satisfied no matter how he looked at it. He tore it up and said angrily, "Don't I have any poetic talent? Impossible? All the poet friends of this seat say that this seat Poetry is good, in the future I can compose poems of Ming Dynasty and step into the sub-sage realm..."

at this time.

Zhong Zi was feeling something, and his eyes lit up, "At this moment, I am in the capital!"

next second.

Zhong Zi was appearing on top of a restaurant in the capital, looking up at the verses floating in the sky, he said, "Poetry of quatrains to warn the world and encourage people to learn, they are talented, and no one has taken them...En? Competing with me for poetry? Then come and try!"

Zhong Zizheng waved his hand, and a piece of golden holy paper flew out of his sleeve robe, urging his talent, facing the verse of "Gold Thread Clothes" in the void, a huge suction burst out from the holy paper.

This is the holy paper of the Holy Academy, and it has many wonderful uses, and it can perfectly record this kind of verse on the holy paper.

It is equivalent to an authentic work, not an ordinary rubbing, which can cleanse the literary palace and enhance the ability of the Cultivation Base.

In Qingshan Academy.

The masters manipulated Wen Zhong, and suddenly felt that someone was intervening, and their eyes were red at that time.

A chubby master said, "It's the breath of holy paper. It must be Zhong Zizheng. This guy is a poet lunatic. If any poem falls into his hands, we don't even want to read it...don't let him succeed!"

"it is good!"

"Keep up, if it doesn't work, let's move Wen Zhong to the capital and fight him!"

"The old man has exactly this intention!"

The other masters were already impatient, and wished to move Wen Zhong to the capital, and compete with that Zhong Zi Zhengda for three hundred rounds.

What happened to the Fifth Son?

They are the No. 1 Academy of Huatianfu, don't be afraid!

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