I Become A Saint By Studying

Fang Qingxue stared blankly at the two lines, and murmured in a low voice, "There are roads in the mountains of books and hard work as a path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning..."

The voice fell.

Her delicate body trembled suddenly, and her whole body went numb, and then she felt a burst of talent, which came out from between the lines, and went straight into the depths of her eyebrows.

Warm and warm, as if she was bathed in a sea of ​​books.

at the same time.

The whole piece of rice paper burst into a rich golden light, gathering into a column of air, soaring straight into the sky.

Fang Qingxue walked quickly to the window, opened the window, and saw the pillar of talent condensed in the poem exploded in the air, piercing Changhong...

"Talent runs through the state!"

Fang Qingxue took two steps back, her eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.

Yes!

The two lines of poems written by Lin Yi have indeed reached the point of being talented.

That is.

Lin Yi really awakened the heart of literature and Taoism in him by virtue of his poems, rather than Taoism, and became a real scholar.

In the future, you can go to the Zhenguo Holy Academy for assessment, get the talent empowerment, and get the blessing of the Wendao Realm.

In particular, this line of poetry has reached the level of talent throughout the state, and it can be handed down for a hundred years.

Plop!

The fat policeman sat down on the ground, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was full of panic.

Talent runs through the state!

This guy Lin Yi has such a high talent, and now that Fang Qingxue is involved in the Taoist theft case, they are in danger.

Lin Yi looked at the fat policeman who was slumped on the ground, and was greatly relieved.

This is the power of Wendao.

"Look..."

At this moment, the skinny catcher quickly saw the fourteen characters written by Lin Yi on the rice paper on the table, which suddenly stood up from the paper.

Then it turned into a row of small golden characters, flying out of the window like little golden flowers.

Fang Qingxue's expression changed, and she said, "It's actually a wonderful pen, this poem can be inscribed on a stele!"

"Beautiful pens make flowers? Inscriptions?"

Lin Yi heard two new words, but he could probably understand the meaning.

Simply put... first-level is great!

"Can you inscribe a monument?"

The fat policeman who was slumped on the ground wet his crotch.

As if he had been greatly frightened, he quickly kowtowed to Lin Yi and said, "Young master Lin, you have eyes but no eyes, and you don't know real dragons, so I will let you go..."

He stood up tremblingly, took out the key and prepared to unlock the chain for Lin Yi.

Lin Yi took a half step back, looked down at the fat policeman, and said indifferently, "Don't bother the policeman, I'm a sinner, without the magistrate's pardon, you let me go without permission, so you're not afraid of the magistrate's punishment?"

"I will explain to the county magistrate, as long as Mr. Lin and Mr. Fang don't pursue this matter..."

The fat policeman could foresee the consequences of Lin Yi and Fang Qingxue's investigation, and just wanted to settle the matter as soon as possible.

But before he finished speaking, Lin Yi said in a deep voice, "Not to be held accountable? You made me, Lin Yi, suffer an injustice, and if you let me go, then you can not be held accountable for your careless disregard for human life?"

"Furthermore, the matter of my personal life and death is minor, but the theft of Daoist arts is a major issue. This matter concerns the safety of hundreds of thousands of people in Anyang County. No matter what, we must thoroughly investigate to the end!"

Lin Yi's words were powerful and upright.

A strange look flashed across Fang Qingxue's beautiful eyes, she stood up and said, "Whether Lin Yi is guilty or not, I need to confront the magistrate of Anyang County in person to find out, let's go!"

The fat policeman quickly said, "My lord..."

Fang Qingxue said: "Do you want me to invite the master of the academy to go down the mountain? Follow the allusion that the master defended the scholars back then?"

"Don't dare!"

The fat policeman turned pale and quickly lowered his head.

Fang Qingxue turned her head and said to Lin Yi, "Follow me to the county government office. Scholars will be charged with crimes and will not be able to enter the holy court for the rest of their lives. You can awaken your literary heart and write poems that are talented in the state. You are a rare literary genius. Thank you!" Don't let this stain ruin your life!"

"it is good!"

Lin Yi nodded seriously and followed Fang Qingxue.

Originally, he could not escape death, but now relying on his own efforts to seize this chance of survival, he wished he could go back to the county government immediately to settle accounts with them.

As the saying goes, a gentleman takes revenge from morning till night.

He will never let go of those who pull him out to take the blame!

...

at the same time.

In the Pingzhou Academy, the sound of reading was resounding, and the master taught, suddenly the entire floor of the academy trembled violently.

when~

Wen Zhong resounded throughout the academy.

"The big earthquake, the sound of the bell, and the talented poems and articles appearing in the state!"

The masters of the academy were so excited that they hurried out of the teaching courtyard.

when~

However, there was another bell ringing, which was melodious and long.

The masters were stunned for a moment, and then they all exclaimed

"The bell is ringing twice. I have never experienced this in Pingzhou Academy in a hundred years. It is not only the talent passing through the state, not only the talent passing through the state!"

"Which gentleman is it, in our territory of Jinzhou, who has written poems and essays with talents throughout the state?"

"You must pay a visit! If you can listen to the sermon, you will benefit a lot!"

A master's eyes turned red.

The Wenzhong of the Academy has only rung twice in the past century.

One time was caused by Chen Haoran, the first disciple of the academy six years ago, and the other time was when Fang Qingxue won the first prize in the general examination of Zhen Guo Sheng Yuan last year.

But now the bell is ringing twice at the same time, unprecedented!

"All masters and bachelors of the academy, come to the inscription tablet of the academy!"

A loud voice suddenly resounded over the academy.

"It's the dean's voice!"

Some masters and bachelors looked moved, and they didn't dare to neglect at the moment, and rushed to the place where the monument of the academy was located.

at this time.

In front of the inscription tablet at the foot of the academy mountain, an old man with white hair in a black Confucian robe touched the inscription with great excitement, tears seemed to fill his eyes, and he kept muttering, "The wonderful pen is full of flowers, the poem on the inscription!"

"Dean!"

"Dean!"

Not long after, the academy master and disciples had arrived, a total of one hundred and seven people bowed to the white-haired old man in salute.

When the eight masters saw the verses on the inscription tablet, they were taken aback for a moment, and then the Palace of Literature trembled excitedly, before the breath came out.

"The Poetry of the Inscription!"

"Is there a poem on the inscription in my academy? Hahaha, I have a poem on the inscription in Pingzhou Academy. It can be registered in Zhenguo Holy Academy and get support from the resources of the Holy Academy!"

"Nanxiang Mansion has become one of the three major academies from now on!"

The eight masters walked to the five-meter-high inscription tablet, carefully studied the poems on the inscription, and their bodies shook violently.

"There are roads in the mountains of books, hard work is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning..."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"I've read the book a hundred times, and the meaning will come to me. This word is so clever!"

"It's no wonder that this line of poetry is so talented. This is the gentleman who wrote this line of poetry. He is pointing out the direction for us scholars. The four words of diligence and hard work are enough!"

"..."

Several masters stroked the inscription, tears filled their eyes, and they lost their composure.

But scholars usually have true temperaments. When encountering such good poems and essays, it is normal to show their true feelings.

"As a teacher, what does this look like?"

At this moment, the dean yelled.

The masters were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly straightened their Confucian shirts, and coughed lightly to relieve their embarrassment, their faces flushed slightly.

However The next moment.

The dean blasted several teachers away from the inscription, and with a big wave of his hand, Four Treasures of the Study flew out of his sleeve robe.

Four Treasures of the Study hovers over the void in a package of wit.

He splashed ink on the pen and copied the inscription directly in the void. His expression was inexplicably excited, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "This poem on the inscription, which is full of talent and brilliant pen, can actually increase your talent after copying it..."

"what?"

"Quick, quick, Four Treasures of the Study!"

"Copy, all copy..."

After the masters reacted, they immediately took out Four Treasures of the Study and copied it, and at the same time reminded the academy disciples to seize the opportunity to copy it.

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