I Become A Saint By Studying

"..."

Zheng Zhiqiu looked embarrassed.

As expected of his master and disciple, even the way of admitting the wrong person is exactly the same.

Lin Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

These masters and bachelors of Pingzhou Academy seem to have inherited the legacy of the dean Zheng Zhiqiu.

Su Huaizhi waved his hands again and again, and said in panic, "Don't do this, it's really a shame, I'm not a senior..."

He was terrified.

There was Zheng Zhiqiu in the past, and now there are so many academies and masters, he can't afford such a big gift.

What a discount!

"Ahem~"

Zheng Zhiqiu coughed twice, everyone straightened up and looked at him suspiciously.

"Mr. Su is not the senior you think, of course he is indeed worthy of the title of senior!"

Zheng Zhiqiu explained the doubts to the academicians and masters of the academy, and said sternly, "Although Mr. Su is not a cultivator of literature and Taoism, he has cultivated an extraordinary talent!"

Zheng Zhiqiu didn't say any more, and smiled mysteriously.

"Dean..."

Su Huaizhi looked at Zheng Zhiqiu helplessly.

But to say that Lin Yi is a unique talent is not outrageous, but he swears...he really didn't teach it.

perhaps……

In his veins, there is this terrible Wen Dao Talent!

Swish!

Those scholars and masters looked at Lin Yi in unison.

I looked up and down.

Since the dean said what, then this genius must be Lin Yi, the new junior brother of the academy.

"Wizard? Twenty-year-old Ninth-Rank Enlightenment Realm, you can't be considered a wizard!"

Some bachelors didn't like Lin Yi, so they questioned him directly.

Other bachelors also opened up the chatterbox, "This new junior brother is only nineteen if he is not twenty. His talent is not obvious, and he should have just entered the ninth rank. At this age, we have already reached the eighth rank!"

"The book "Holy Text Qualification" says that before the age of 20, one can be considered a genius, and after the age of 20, the aptitude is mediocre!"

"Forgive me for my poor eyesight, I really can't see where this little junior brother is, 'Qi'!"

Literary qualifications are mostly calculated by age.

It's as if they are also in the eighth-rank Liming Realm, and they are eligible to go to Zhenguo Shengyuan to participate in the eighth-rank test. Some scholars only take part when they are fifty years old, and some go to participate when they are twenty.

Can you say they have the same qualifications?

So the younger the person, the higher the Realm, and the higher the future achievements.

Zheng Zhiqiu stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You are right to have doubts, so the dean didn't say that he is a genius, but... a genius!"

"Dean!"

Lin Yi looked at Zheng Zhiqiu, and said, "My disciple is dull, so he is not considered a genius, but he always believes that a little writing is natural, and a good hand can get it occasionally!"

"I can only say that the disciple is lucky!"

Lin Yi is very self-aware. In his original body, he didn't even have a heart for writing. It can be said that he didn't have any talent for writing.

And he was able to awaken the heart of literature and Taoism, and obtain awe-inspiring righteousness, relying on the poems and articles remembered in his head.

Nothing to brag about.

The most important thing is to practice literature quietly.

when~

However, the moment his voice fell, the academy bell rang again.

The whole mountain is surging with energy, and the rays of the sun are falling down.

Lin Yi froze for a moment.

"???"

"Wen... Wen Zhong... why is it ringing again?"

"It rang twice a few days ago, it rang again not long ago, and now it rang again. Is there something wrong with Wen Zhong?"

The expressions of all the scholars and masters changed drastically, and each of them had no idea what happened.

They suspect that there is something wrong with Wen Zhong.

"Huh~"

Chen Jinbei took a deep breath and looked at Lin Yi.

"Hahaha!"

The dean, Zheng Zhiqiu, stroked his beard and laughed, with high spirits, and looked at Lin Yi with admiration.

"Lin Yi, you are a true genius that the dean has ever seen. Wen Dao is not alone without you!"

Wow!

Everyone was in an uproar.

Turning his head to look at Lin Yi, complex expressions appeared in his eyes. Dean Zheng Zhiqiu's compliment carried a lot of weight.

He actually claims that Wen Dao has Lin Yi, and he is no longer lonely.

Are you not afraid of rebuttals from scholars all over the world?

Lin Yi "..."

at this time.

A young man in his thirties stood up and said with cupped hands to Zheng Zhiqiu, "Principal, I don't agree with you. The academy's bell used to ring because of senior brother Chen Haoran and junior sister Fang Qingxue, and also because of that The senior who wrote the poems with talent throughout the state has been heard..."

"So, just because Junior Brother Lin Yi attracted Wen Zhong, we can't say that Wen Dao is not alone because of him, that's very inappropriate!"

A bachelor stood up and responded, "Senior brother Li Wenbo is right. Although it is not suitable for his fellow students, Lin Yi's literary talent is indeed average. If he can be called a genius, it will be unfair to Senior Brother Chen and Junior Sister Fang!"

"right!"

"It's not that we are dissatisfied, but that we speak out for the word justice!"

Bachelors of Pingzhou Academy have a relaxed study atmosphere and free speech, and they can express their opinions openly.

Zheng Zhiqiu also admired the truth-seeking attitude of the academician, nodded and said, "You are right to have doubts!"

Zheng Zhiqiu walked to the monument and waved to Lin Yi, "Lin Yi, come here!"

"it is good!"

Lin Yi walked over.

Then he inadvertently saw the poem on the stele, and was taken aback for a moment, wondering why this poem was engraved here?

This handwriting...is exactly the same as his.

At this moment, Lin Yi suddenly remembered what Zheng Zhiqiu once said...the poem on the stele.

Could it be.

The poems that can be engraved on the stone tablet are the poems of the inscription?

All the scholars and masters of the academy looked at Lin Yi and the dean Zheng Zhiqiu curiously, wondering what they were doing.

Zheng Zhiqiu didn't beat around the bush, and asked Lin Yi directly, "Who wrote the lines on the stele?"

Lin Yi smiled wryly, and said helplessly, "I..."

Wow!

Everyone was in an uproar, and the scholars and masters were shocked and looked at Lin Yi in horror.

"impossible!"

"How can it be possible to write a poem on the inscription of the state with talent?"

"There are roads and diligence in the mountains of books. There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning and hard work. Without a difficult road to study, it is impossible to write this kind of poems. The poems that are talented and pervasive must fit the mood of the time, and even more so. Situation..."

One by one, the bachelors stood up to question, including several masters who also held a skeptical attitude.

How could it be possible that the senior they were thinking of was someone who was in the Ninth Stage Enlightenment Realm and didn't even have the reputation of a scholar.

Ninth-rank scholar, eighth-rank Juren, seventh-rank tribute, sixth rank Jinshi... all of them need to go to the Holy Academy to obtain literary and dao fame.

But Lin Yi does not have the aura of literary fame.

It's hard for them to believe that such a person can write a poem on the stele that is so talented!

Also unacceptable.

His aptitude is mediocre, so why can he write poems for inscriptions?

"Quiet!"

Dean Zheng Zhiqiu lowered his right hand, and everyone gradually calmed down. He smiled and looked at Lin Yi, "Lin Yi, Pingzhou Academy is all about convincing people with reason. That's how high your status is!"

"Status determines the right to speak, you have to prove it to the brothers and sisters!"