I Become A Saint By Studying

Lin Yi stopped writing for a moment, looking at the scenery outside the Guanque Tower.

The white clothes are covered by mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. This half line of poem has already written the scene in his eyes.

The moment is very opportune.

‘What’s the point of just writing scenery? The spirit contained in the poem is the key to Mingfu. '

Lin Yi smiled, and continued to write on Zhu Zhiyun's back, "If you want to see a thousand miles, go to a higher level!"

boom!

Zhu Zhiyun couldn't bear the weight contained in the poem anymore, and his whole body fell down.

A human-shaped pit appeared on the ground.

when~

when……

At the same time, Wen Dao Tianyin rang out from the sky above Huatian Mansion, and all the scholars felt it.

"Wen Dao Tian Yin, who!"

"The sound of the sky resounds again, the sound resounds throughout the whole mansion, this is the sound of the Ming mansion!"

"Ahhhh... What's going on in the capital recently? Whose Mingfu poems are these?"

"To the southwest of the capital!"

In the holy courtyard.

In Qingshan Academy.

Among the rich and famous families in Huatianfu.

private school.

...

Countless scholars who heard Wen Dao Tianyin all looked in the direction of the Guanque Tower in the capital.

There was a man with the Expanding Aperture, who was looking in this direction, but quickly entered his body in a hurry, and his eyes were red, as if he had been burned by fire.

Shouting that I can't look, I can't look...

This is a warning!

Some people don't believe in evil, but the result is exactly the same. There is endless golden light shining there, like a golden sun across the sky.

"It's Haoran righteousness!"

Among the Holy Academy and Qingshan Academy, there is a great Confucianist named Ru Ling Expanding Aperture, who returned safely and informed the disciples.

All the scholars were in an uproar.

Scholars who did not participate in the literary conference thought of Lin Yunhong, Emperor Dayan.

However, those who have participated in the literary conference, the figure of Lin Yi, Jieyuan in Beijing, immediately appeared in their minds.

"Ah, Lin Yi, you are not a son of man, the old man's poems... the old man's poems, can you quickly use up the old man's Confucian sword fairy picture scroll?"

In Qingshan Academy, Li Mo blew his beard and stared angrily.

A poem by Mingfu passed him by again.

Academy hilltop.

The white-haired dean stroked his beard and smiled lightly, "It's getting more and more interesting, step by step, don't rush or rush, and win steadily..."

"Old Kong shouldn't have intervened in the first place. This inquiry revealed the catastrophe of the Holy Court!"

"This kid is too accurate in grasping people's hearts."

...

Holy House.

"Master, if we don't become a holy son, we will lose a lot. It's another Mingfu poem!"

Li Wenbo burst into tears. He felt that if he could not become the holy son of the holy courtyard at the holy meeting in the next year.

That is the greatest misfortune in this life.

Tianshuyuan Saint Child Hall.

Li Xiyang guessed that it was Lin Yi, and was furious at the moment, "Damn it, what did he do? What kind of poems and essays are in the house again?"

Jealousy drives people crazy.

Li Xiyang felt like his lungs were about to explode.

Lin Yi robbed him of the holy beast and made him lose face, which made him unable to hold his head up in the holy courtyard.

He wanted to kill Lin Yi so much...

Somewhere in the sanctuary.

Zhong Zi was standing with his arms behind his back, and beside him stood a woman dressed in white Shengxue, who was Fang Qingxue.

Zhong Zizheng said, "He is excellent!"

"..."

Fang Qingxue fell silent, she was indeed excellent, but she shook her head, "Poems and essays are one of the ways to improve the Cultivation Base, but not all of them!"

Zhong Zizheng was stunned for a moment, and said, "What I mean is that he is interested in you, don't wait until you lose it to regret it."

"The most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this, you must learn to cherish and grasp it!"

Fang Qingxue looked indifferent, and said, "Students will not regret any decision they make!"

"I don't want to say anything, I can't say anything about you!"

Zhong Zizheng shook his head, Fang Qingxue was good at everything, but she put too much emphasis on studying and practicing.

He turned around and disappeared in place.

After Zhong Zizheng left, Fang Qingxue's expression darkened, and she murmured in a low voice, "My world does not allow children to have affair..."

in the palace.

Lin Yunhong also noticed the vision in the capital.

A smile appeared on the originally gloomy face because of Concubine Hui Zhou.

"I gave birth to a good emperor, I am worthy of my ancestors!"

Lin Yunhong didn't make a move this time.

Because no one intervenes to win the poem.

He believes that Huang'er has his own uses for writing such poems, and he even looks forward to Lin Yi's new ideas.

"It really makes my heart itch!" Lin Yunhong smiled wryly.

...

Boom!

Accompanied by Wen Dao Tianyin's Ming Mansion, Wen Lei roared in the sky above Hua Tian Mansion.

Stork upstairs.

The golden light contained in the poem protrudes from the attic, and the whole building is shrouded in the profound talent of heaven and earth.

Zhu Zhiyun lay on the ground, already fainted.

Both Wang Han and Ma Chao couldn't open their eyes because of Jin Guanghuang.

Each and every sky-golden text jumped off the paper, a total of 20 characters, like the scriptures of Saint.

Afterwards, these words turned into golden butterflies and were engraved on the base of the Guanque Tower.

Minglou!

Like the inscriptions on the inscriptions in the academy, it has the same effect.

This place will undoubtedly become a Sacred Land for scholars again.

"Emperor...imperial nephew?"

Teng Wang Lin Yunying's legs were a little weak, and she almost couldn't stand upright, and she was greatly shocked in her heart.

"Is it Mingfu poetry again?"

"kindness!"

"Tengwang Pavilion, Yueyang Tower, and this Guanque Tower... Nephew, if you continue to do this, Uncle Huang will not be able to resist building another building."

Teng Wang Lin Yunhong said so.

Of course he was just joking, human talent is limited after all, the prince just used it in advance.

enough!

He, King Teng, and these three famous buildings will surely last forever.

"My nephew will write a poem for the emperor at that time." Lin Yi joked with a smile.

King Teng was stunned.

He took it seriously...

Lin Yi then said, "Uncle Huang, the Guanque Tower will become a must-visit place for scholars, right?"

King Teng nodded and said with a light smile, "Naturally, with this Ming Fu poem, no scholar can resist the temptation."

Lin Yi nodded and said, "This poem is just a gimmick. My nephew wants them to know that apart from poems and articles, there is one more thing that can touch people's hearts..."

Lin Yi's purpose is not just to attract scholars.

Instead, he took advantage of the popularity brought by this wave of poetry to hold an unprecedented grand concert.

He pushed Miss Ningxiang out, in addition to making money.

What's more, I hope that the songs of Ningxiang girl can bring strength to the people of Dayan.

In this world, poetry and articles should not only be the mainstream, but rhythm should also be used to enrich the spiritual life of the people.

Dayan flourishing age.

A hundred flowers bloom.

"Maybe I'm a little naive, but after all, my ability is limited. I can think of and have the conditions to do for Dayan, that's all..."

Lin Yi sighed secretly that she was weak.

There is still a long way to go in the future, and he is not sure what Dayan will become.

But he hopes.

This is an upward and hopeful path.

"What's your nephew's idea, just try it boldly, His Majesty will support you, this world... will be yours sooner or later!"

Teng Wang Lin Yunying said in a low voice.

Maybe this is a bit outrageous, but it is the truth... He is a prince, and he knows very well that this is Lin Yi's fate.

"However, the emperor's nephew still has a lot of challenges, so don't spend all your attention on making money!"

King Teng looked at Lin Yi with a smile, his eyes were full of encouragement and hope.

Lin nodded and said, "Nephew understands, so now is just paving the way for the future."

"It's just that the father refuses to tell his nephew, besides the threats from the Holy Court, the Wan Yao Kingdom, the Northern Territory and the Human Dao Sect, what other threats does Dayan have?"

"So what my nephew can do is to get rid of these threats step by step..."

There was a sharp light in Lin Yi's eyes.

Before he knew that he was the crown prince, he also had a ruthless spirit.

The elegance and humility he displayed was just what he, as the Crown Prince of Dayan, had to do to show courtiers and the world.

But anyone who dares to touch his bottom line must be prepared to bear his wrath.