I Become A Saint By Studying

"Are you the dean's illegitimate son?"

Chen stared into Lin Yi's eyes fiercely, wanting to know the truth.

After all, only direct disciples could enter this courtyard, and he could tell at a glance that Lin Yi's aptitude was not good enough.

He is not an illegitimate child, the dean can let him, an ordinary person like him, become a direct disciple of the academy?

"no!"

Lin Yi shook his head.

"Then how did you become the third direct disciple of the dean? This courtyard... Only direct disciples can enter!"

Chen suddenly felt sleepy all over.

Lin Yi said calmly, "Fang Qingxue and Master Chen are kind to me, that's why I joined Pingzhou Academy!"

"What's the meaning?"

Chen Hao was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Junior Sister Fang and Master Chen helped you, so you are admitted to the academy. It sounds...it seems like the dean is rushing to accept you?"

"It counts!"

Lin Yi nodded.

Zheng Zhiqiu had indeed done this before, and even said to introduce him to a beautiful senior sister.

"Ha ha!"

Chen Hao shook his head and smiled, "You were kept in the dark, you must be the dean's illegitimate son!"

"To be honest, your aptitude is not good enough to be the dean's direct disciple at all. If I randomly pick someone from the academy, his aptitude is better than yours."

"Besides, that uncle just now is not a scholar, but he was able to enter the academy, and he was called Mr. by the dean. At first glance, he is your adoptive father!"

Chen Haoran looked at Lin Yi with a penetrating expression, and said, "Am I right?"

"..."

Lin Yi looked at Chen Hao with admiration, unexpectedly, he could see it all, nodded and said, "That's right!"

But he didn't bother to explain what Chen Haoran said that he was the illegitimate son of Zheng Zhiqiu.

It can't be said that it was because I wrote a few poems on the inscription stele that Mingzhou was so talented that President Zheng rushed to accept him as a disciple.

no need.

"Hahaha, I will cover you in Pingzhou Academy from now on!"

Chen Hao patted Lin Yi on the shoulder and said, "However, there are a few people that you should not provoke, one is Li Wenbo, and the other two are ruthless people who went down to handle the case!"

"Of course, if it was before, I would suppress them every minute, but now... there is something wrong with my Wen Palace, ahem~"

"Li Wenbo?"

Lin Yi was taken aback for a moment, isn't this his new bookboy?

"Okay, go do your own work, brother is going to sleep, don't disturb me!"

ha~

Chen yawned loudly, and went to the bookstore with his back supported.

In less than a moment.

There was a snoring sound.

"Is there something wrong with Wen Palace?"

Lin Yi didn't know what Chen Haoran had done, and there was something wrong with Wen Palace.

But undoubtedly, this will cause Realm to stagnate and Cultivation Base to be greatly reduced.

Wen Gong.

It is the place to store talents that can only be developed by the eighth-rank Liming Realm.

Before it is developed, the talent is stored in the literary heart, and the blood flows through the Meridians throughout the body to temper the physique.

But there are not many talents cultivated by Wen Xin.

Once the palace of literature is opened, the eighth rank will be achieved.

Then the stored talent will break through by an order of magnitude, and at this time, you can use your literary skills to do whatever you want.

"ignore him!"

Lin Yi didn't think about it afterward, tidied up the room and lay down on the bed.

It has only been a few days since he traveled to the Shengwen Continent, so many things have happened, and he has also seen the great benefits of the poems in his previous life.

In general.

He is very optimistic about the future.

...

Night fell.

Chen Haoran, who was wearing a blue Confucian shirt, woke up from sleep in the small courtyard of the academy.

"over slept?"

"You have to write quickly, or you'll be tortured by her in your dream again..."

Chen Haoran quickly got busy in the bookstore, grinding ink, and began to write the article, "The third chapter, it is said that night fell, there was thunder and lightning, and a scholar came to Beijing from Lanting Temple to rush for the exam..."

"This woman is fair-skinned and beautiful, with a hot figure. She hangs herself on the scholar's body, searching up and down..."

"The bonfire reflects the woman's shadow on the wall, but it has nine tails. It is the Fox Spirit that appeared in the previous article that has cultivated for thousands of years. It specializes in absorbing the essence of scholars to practice..."

...

Chen Haoran wrote vigorously.

Sudden.

In the shadow of the candlelight reflected on the ground of the bookstore, there was a phantom of a fox, which split from his shadow.

The moment the shadow came out.

Then disappear.

At the same time, Chen Haoran also felt relaxed, with a smile on his face, "Sure enough, if I don't write Fox Spirit, I feel uncomfortable all over. Once I write it... Wen Gong will show signs of recovery!"

"Actually, not all Taoism is evil!"

"At least this fox-calling technique can restore my Wen Palace, and it doesn't have any side effects... It's just that I have some slightly torturous dreams!"

"This fox-calling technique is born to be a Taoist technique for scholars. Writing articles related to Fox Spirit can cultivate the literary palace!"

"However, practicing Taoism violates the forbidden law after all, so it's better not to let people find out...Fortunately, I only practice at night!"

Chen Hao is at his desk creating, devoting himself to it.

...

at the same time.

"It's so cold!"

Lin Yi, who was sleeping, was suddenly awakened by a chill, and immediately frowned.

Logically speaking.

He awakened the heart of literature and Taoism, and became a scholar of the Ninth Grade Enlightened Realm, and his physical fitness has improved a lot.

It's not the ice and snow and the bone-chilling wind, so you don't feel the cold.

"The windows are closed, and there is no wind blowing in..."

Lin Yi looked towards the window, wondering where the coldness came from just now.

"My son..."

But at this moment, a faint sound of mosquitoes and flies sounded in the room.

The voice is charming to the bone.

It can make people's bones numb.

"Who?"

Lin Yi's hair stood on end, the chill was getting stronger and stronger, and he was constantly approaching him.

"It is rumored that sixth rank Confucian scholars can cultivate primordial spirits in the Wen Palace, and the primordial spirits travel, and people with low Realm can't find it..."

Lin Yi wondered if there was a soul of sixth rank Confucian scholars who came to take revenge on him.

After all, his poem does have a mocking meaning.

Didn't it mean that someone was wronged?

Now a master is looking for him!

"Which master is he? He is a Confucian scholar after all, and should be respected by scholars, but he does this kind of thing. Aren't he afraid of being exposed and being cast aside by scholars?"

Lin Yi said in a deep voice.

He has to try his best to be fearless. From the original body's memory, he knows some things, the primordial spirit is actually a femininity.

More afraid of masculine things.

Once he showed timidity at this time, the other party would take advantage of it and directly destroy his literary palace.

And he doesn't even have a Wen Palace, so what he might lose at this time is his life.

"Cluck..."

A coquettish voice sounded in the room, from all directions, with a somewhat gloomy feeling, "Young master is really interesting, I'm not a scholar..."

"Then who are you?" Lin Yi asked.

"My slave, Su Meier, is here to spend the wedding night with the young master..."

That coquettish voice rang directly beside Lin Yi's ears, exhaling like blue, and at the same time there was a smell.

Lin Yi's nose twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, "Is there a smell? It's not the smell of books!"

He jerked out of bed.

I know that I may have encountered the legendary... Yin God today.

The original body has read books on this topic before, and the Shengwen Continent not only has cultivators of literary Taoism, but also monsters who practice Taoism.

This kind of person practices Taoism, and what he cultivates is Yinshen.

However.

From this angle, Lin Yi sees a ghostly shadow of a fox with nine tails in the direction of the head of the bed through the moonlight shining in the shadow...

"Fox Spirit!"

Lin Yi's scalp was numb.

Not only monsters who practice Taoism... but also goblins?