I Become A Saint By Studying

"???"

Chen Jinbei froze for a moment, who to kill?

Especially those two bachelors who had been reprimanded by Master Chen turned pale suddenly.

They trembled, thinking that Lin Yi was going to attack the two of them.

Yan Shuangwu glanced at the two bachelors, who were so frightened by Yan Shuangwu's eyes that they almost had diabetes collapse.

What kind of look is this?

I feel that just looking at it will scare Wenxin to pieces.

"kindness!"

Yan Shuangwu nodded, he looked up at the black-robed old man in the void outside the town, he couldn't hold back his killing intent for a long time.

call out!

The ice under his feet shattered, and his figure suddenly flew into the sky.

The third rank in Longwei is not the orthodox literary way of long-range attack with literary skills, but the great Confucianism who mainly kills and kills the enemy in close combat.

This is the difference between court military officers and civil servants.

"Hiss~"

All the scholars gasped.

Only the two bachelors breathed a sigh of relief, luckily it wasn't against them.

He Yourong's expression was moved, she wiped away her tears, and solemnly said, "That monster is the third rank Yangshen!"

Chen Jinbei frowned and said, "Lin Yi, who is this lord?"

"Master Yan, the commander of the Dragon Guards, is a third rank Confucian military officer!" Yan Shuangwu introduced.

"what!"

Chen Jinbei felt his jaw drop from shock, and said, "Why did you invite this kind of person? This is His Majesty's personal army..."

He Yourong and all the scholars were almost dumbfounded.

The middle-aged man who was following Master Lin just now was actually a third rank Confucian and the leader of Longwei.

Then what is Lin Yi's identity?

Why did the commander of the Dragon Guards obey his words?

"It's a long story, let's save Dean He!"

Lin Yi knew that now was not the time to explain, so he looked at Chen Jinbei and asked doubtfully, "Where's Dean Zheng?"

"..."

Chen Jinbei fell silent, and then said quietly, "The dean is in the pit..."

"what?"

Lin Yi froze for a moment.

...

The sky above Baihe Town.

He Wancheng was soaked in blood, his literary heart was throbbing weakly, his Confucian spirit was sluggish in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the Confucian crown on his head also had cracks, and it was not far from shattering.

"After all, it's not a real breakthrough, burning life essence, and forcibly questioning Xinjie, but you can only borrow the power of the third rank Confucianism for a short time."

He Wancheng knew very well that it was impossible for him to really break through.

If you want to go further, in addition to the catastrophe of the heart, you need the holy master to personally empower you, and you also need to ask your original heart.

But it is not that simple to get the third rank from the Holy Lord, and the luck of the Holy Academy is also very limited.

Unless the Holy Lord contributes a part of himself.

So in the past, either became the Holy Son of the Holy Court, or held a high position in the Holy Court.

Only then can it be possible to obtain the third rank Great Confucianism degree.

Of course, there are such geniuses in the world.

It may be that his own talent and literary palace have reached a high level, and he has received the blessing of the Saint sages because of the masterpiece of the Insight Saint sages.

At this time, there is no need for a title from the Holy Court, and you can be promoted directly.

But this probability is so low that it is almost non-existent.

"Pindao was very suspicious before. You didn't have the great Confucianism degree bestowed by the Holy Academy, so you broke through. It was only later that you found out that you were going astray..."

The old man in black robe severely injured He Wancheng. Although he was a bit embarrassed, he was much stronger than He Wancheng.

He looked at He Wancheng jokingly, and said, "You can go to the side of the road if you want, and join the poor Daoist Taoist sect, and you can write dual cultivation."

"As long as you are ruthless, within half a month, you may be able to cultivate a third rank Yang God, which is no worse than your Confucian spirit."

He Wancheng said in a deep voice, "You Human Dao Sect violates the Heavenly Dao human ethics, and you will do anything for power, and it will be tolerated by heaven and earth!"

The old Taoist in black robe just sneered, "So what? The poor Taoist has been living a good life so far, but now that Tai Chi has appeared, the Human Dao Sect will sooner or later become the orthodox world, and the literary Tao is nothing but heresy!"

"Die! Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"

The old man in black robe stopped talking nonsense, he was just teasing He Wancheng.

The opponent forcibly broke through, and Ruling had already damaged the source, and there was almost no possibility of repairing it.

Such a person has no use value.

"Demon way!"

But at this moment, a roar of anger suddenly resounded from the sky and the earth, and Yan Shuangwu's true Confucian aura was released, like a rising blazing sun.

"Commander of the Dragon Guards, you are the one who killed Su Wei, the eldest son of the poor! Well done, well done!"

The old man in black robe recognized Yan Shuangwu, he made many inquiries, and concluded that Su Wei died at the hands of Yan Shuangwu.

The revenge of killing the son must be avenged today!

"Brother Bi, help the poor!"

He asked for help from the man in white in the distance, but the man in white was indifferent, but he did not choose to leave either.

'This old demon is really unreliable. He doesn't do anything that is not beneficial...'

The old Dao heart in the black robe cursed secretly, took out a Medicine Pill from his sleeve robe and took it, and his state quickly returned to its peak.

This Medicine Pill is called Nine Cycles Dao Pill, and it is extremely rare. It is the Taoist master of his Taoist sect, and this one is the only one.

But to avenge his son, he doesn't care.

at the same time.

He Wancheng turned his head to look, and was surprised when he learned that the middle-aged man was actually the commander of Longweidu.

Then completely relieved.

He stopped holding on, and the Confucian crown on his head completely collapsed.

Wen Xin no longer jumped, and Wen Gong was even more exhausted, and the whole person fell straight down from the void.

"You Rong, you are the one that Dad is most worried about. You are impatient..."

He Wancheng had already prepared himself mentally, at his stage, he would surely die if he fell.

There is a cold wind in my ears.

The eyelids are a little heavy.

But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dazzling light flickering, like a saint manifesting himself.

Immediately after the back touched something, it felt soft.

Only then did he see clearly that it was a holy beast with the head of a deer and the body of a tiger exuding holy light.

"Saint's mount, the Holy Master came to Nanxiang Prefecture to provide disaster relief for the people?"

When He Wancheng thought of this, he was shocked, which completely overturned his cognition.

Never asked the secular Holy Master, he actually came to relieve the disaster?

Before He Wancheng could figure out the logic, the holy beast carried him to the ground.

It fell into the big pit where Zheng Zhiqiu was lying.

Then the holy beast put him down with a little disgust, quickly shook his body, and squatted beside Lin Yi.

The little head rubbed.

"father!"

He Yourong rushed forward, weeping in disappointment.

"Dean!"

The bachelors of Qingping Academy also surrounded him, all with red eyes, they knew that the dean might be dying soon.

"Dean He!"

Lin Yi also walked over at this time, looked at Dean He, and then glanced at Dean Zheng who was lying in the pit, his breathing was stable, but he was 'unconscious'.

He Wancheng recognized Lin Yi who was dressed in brocade clothes, and he looked back like a flash, and said in surprise, "Lin... Lin Yi?"

His funeral can be explained on the spot, and God treats him well.

"Lin Yi? Where is it? Where is the old man's personal disciple?"

Zheng Zhiqiu woke up suddenly, he turned over suddenly, his buttocks were pulled, and he grinned in pain.

But when he saw Lin Yi was really in front of him, he forgot the pain, looked excited, and said with tears, "My good disciple, you are finally willing to come back to see the dean, I miss you so much!"

"Your Majesty said that you took Jieyuan from the capital's township examination, and said that the old man has made great contributions and rewarded Pingzhou Academy. Hurry up, help me up, I want to take a good look at you... I have to explain some funeral affairs to you!"

Zheng Zhiqiu struggled to get up, Lin Yi went to help him up, and said angrily, "Principal Zheng, although your injury is not serious, but it is not enough to explain your funeral, you should lie down and rest first!"

He Wancheng on the side said weakly, "Lin... Lin Yi, I have something to tell you..."

He Yourong cried even harder.

Lin Yi "???"