I Become A Saint By Studying

It exploded!

All the bachelors went into a frenzy, and the anger and blood flowed against Lin Yi's two words of ridicule, and they grinned one by one, wanting to eat Lin Yi's flesh!

Zheng Zhiqiu was also a little confused.

He knew that Lin Yi was a thorn in his side, after all he dared to confront He Weijun, the dean of Junji Academy.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at his own academy, he offended the entire academy disciples as soon as he entered the mountain gate.

Sin!

"Xiao Yi, no!"

Su Huaizhi felt a huge pressure, he stepped forward to hold Lin Yi, shook his head and said, "They are all your brothers and sisters, it's inappropriate for you to do this!"

Lin Yi shook his head and said, "There's nothing wrong with that. If you're weak, you'll get beaten. They're only allowed to insult me, and I'm not allowed to retaliate?"

"This……"

Su Huaizhi hesitated to speak, sighed lightly, and said worriedly, "Of course you can fight back, but you are not as good as them! A man can bend and stretch, and you will suffer a lot if you do this sooner or later."

"Don't worry, the child has his own measure!"

Lin Yi patted the back of Su Huaizhi's hand, signaling him to rest assured.

"Well, you Lin Yi, you just entered the mountain gate, we didn't give you an insult, but you gave us an insult first!"

Li Wenbo was willing to be the striker, so he stood up and confronted Lin Yi, pointing at Lin Yi and saying, "Very good, you are very good!"

"At the table!"

With a wave of Li Wenbo's hand, a scholar brought two tables and placed them directly in front of Lin Yi and him.

Lin Yi raised his brows slightly, is this to compare his talent with him?

Li Wenbo stared at Lin Yi coldly, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, can't you make poems out of your mouth? Now I'll play with you and see whose poems and essays inspire more talent!"

"If you lose, follow the traditional rules of Pingzhou Academy and crawl into the academy!"

The dean Zheng Zhiqiu originally wanted to stop it, but when he saw that it was Wendou instead of Shudou, he immediately felt relieved.

And especially look forward to Lin Yi's performance.

Under the current circumstances, if Lin Yi can't control the bachelors of the academy, I'm afraid life will be very difficult in the future.

"What if you lose?"

Lin Yi looked at Li Wenbo.

"Hehe~"

Li Wenbo laughed loudly at first, then his expression turned serious, "I can't lose!"

Lin Yi sneered, "What if?"

Li Wenbo squinted his eyes, "There is no chance, if I lose, I will do whatever you want!"

"it is good!"

Lin Yi agreed, and turned to look at Chen Jinbei not far away, "Master Chen, can I borrow a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"it is good!"

With a flick of Chen Jinbei's sleeve robe, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone flew out of the sleeve robe, and placed firmly on the table in front of Lin Yi.

"Hahaha, he doesn't even have the most basic pen, ink, paper and inkstone for a scholar, so can he still be considered a scholar?"

"Can you still win like this? Which scholar doesn't carry Four Treasures of the Study with him, so that he can record his thoughts at critical moments!"

"He's doomed. Some time ago, I heard that Li Wenbo had a poem to be published. It is conservatively estimated that the talent contained in it is at least threefold!"

"Three fights of talent? Is it so terrifying? Talent is contained in pen and ink on paper, which weighs thirty catties...the first bachelor of Pingzhou Academy!"

Many bachelors whispered to each other, their eyes flashed with shock, full of admiration for Li Wenbo.

Originally, Li Wenbo was one of the three great talents of Pingzhou Academy, second only to Chen Haoran and Fang Qingxue.

So this time Zheng Zhiqiu deliberately accepted Lin Yi as his direct disciple, which made Li Wenbo extremely unwilling.

That's why he tried his best to suppress Lin Yi.

"In the original body's memory, there is a calculation method to measure talent. Poems and articles are written on paper. The heavier the paper, the more talent it contains. The so-called high talent means eighty catties of talent. A piece of paper It weighs eighty catties, it's scary!"

"However, it is rumored that every page of the poems and articles of the great Confucians of the third rank starts with a heavy weight. Water and fire will not invade. Immortal for a hundred years, it is even more powerful!"

Lin Yi felt something when he heard the whispers of those bachelors.

It's just that he doesn't know how much talent is contained in a poem that is full of talent.

At the inn that day, he had just written the poem, and then the talent on the paper was gone.

Didn't even have time to pick it up and weigh it.

Li Wenbo studied the ink well, dipped the pen into the ink, pondered for a while, and then began to write solemnly on the rice paper.

Wisps of talent poured from his fingertips into the words, which quickly attracted the talents around him.

The talent converges at the tip of the pen, and when writing poems and articles, it can arouse the talents of the world.

In fact, Lin Yi's sentence just now is natural and clever.

Shengwen Continent has been all-encompassing since Emperor Fuxi opened the sky with a painting, and after the birth of Wen Dao.

The poems and articles combined with all the words, in fact, the world has its own judgment.

Just like asking for a holy judge.

After Saint's remnant manifested himself, the book in his left hand can reveal the past life of the person who was condemned by the saint.

Therefore, it is not empty talk that people are doing it and the sky is watching.

Lin Yi glanced at Li Wenbo, then unfolded the rice paper, pressed it with a jade paperweight, and prepared to write with a brush.

Chen Jinbei noticed something strange, and quickly reminded, "Lin Yi, writing with talent can condense the gathered talents of the world into the pen and ink, otherwise it will soon be scattered in the world!"

"Thank you Master Chen for reminding me!"

Lin Yi nodded slightly.

It was only then that he figured out why the talent from heaven and earth attracted by the poem on the inscription before would leave through the void.

It turned out that he was writing directly at that time, rather than instilling talent into the pen and ink.

Lin Yi used his inner talent, dipped his pen and ink, and with sharp eyes, began to write poems on the rice paper.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword..."

From the moment Lin Yi proposed the fighting poem by Li Wenbo, this poem naturally appeared in his mind.

Because of this, there was a breath of vigor in my heart.

He is showing his sharpness now, just like this poem he wrote, expressing his aspirations with poetry, matching the heart and the situation, it couldn't be more suitable!

...

"Okay, Senior Brother Li's poem has a very good momentum, the talent of heaven and earth surrounds the body, and it is continuously integrated into the pen and ink!"

"When senior brother Chen Haoran wrote the article that inspired Wen Zhong, he used this posture!"

"Lin Yi provoked us. He is seeking his own death. Even if Senior Brother Li fails, there is still Senior Brother Chen!"

"To be honest, I don't believe he can write any good poems for a rookie who is in the Ninth Stage Enlightenment Realm and doesn't even have a literary reputation!"

"Then he just waits to climb into the academy! Hahaha..."

Many bachelors were whispering at the side, their words were full of hatred and disdain for Lin Yi.

Lin Yi's provocation just now really made them really angry.

Now they are waiting for Li Wenbo to finish his poem and hit Lin Yi directly in the face to let them relieve their anger.

at this time.

"Look, that... what is that?" A scholar suddenly pointed at Lin Yi with a look of horror on his face, "Look at the pen in his hand!"

"What catches your eyes?"

"Our talent is white, why is his talent golden?"

"What's going on? I've never seen it!"

The other bachelors also noticed the strangeness, and were puzzled by it. After all, the awe-inspiring righteousness is still... very far away for them.

It's normal to not see it.

"gold?"

Li Wenbo's heart skipped a beat.

He has read a lot of books and allusions, and the golden talent reminded him of one thing, awe-inspiring righteousness!