I Become A Saint By Studying

"It turns out that what the dean said was to hang "Lime Yin" on the main hall, which is the poem on the plaque..."

It was only at this time that Lin Yi came to his senses.

At the same time, my mind was greatly touched, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

He just came to Pingzhou Academy and was provoked by these bachelors.

I was forced to use the poem "Swordsman" to convince them all.

Now because of the poem "Lime Yin" written by him on the inscription, one by one calls him a teacher.

They are passionate.

Perhaps, as Dean Zheng Zhiqiu said, these academy bachelors are not bad, they just love to be serious.

"I said before that I only write poems to express my feelings. If you can understand something, that is because of your high understanding!"

Lin Yi glanced over these bachelors, and said with a chuckle, "It's getting late, you should go back first!"

Lin Yi is actually very happy too.

The poems and essays of the sages of the previous life can shine here, and he is happier than anyone else.

This is the pride of the Chinese nation.

"We want to see more of you!"

A female bachelor said with a blushing face, her voice was very soft, but it resonated.

Lin Yi was a little helpless, and said, "Then watch it!"

...

at the same time.

At the foot of the mountain in Pingzhou Academy, a skinny old man with a walking stick and wearing tattered Taoist robes appeared here.

The old Taoist's eyes were gloomy, and he looked up at the brightly lit academy hall on the mountainside, with a sinister smile on his lips.

"Tonight... the old Taoist is going to kill..."

Boom!

The old Taoist slapped his crutches on the ground, and a crack broke out in the ground, spreading to the inscription tablet of Pingzhou Academy.

Setsuna room.

On the stele, the brilliance disappeared in a flash, and the cracks were abruptly suppressed.

"Oh?"

The old Taoist raised his brows slightly and looked at the inscription standing at the foot of the mountain. At that moment, he felt a strong wind blowing.

"not good!"

The old Taoist was shocked when he saw this, he quickly turned somersaults, and retreated three hundred meters, until he left the academy, the sharpness disappeared.

"The poem on the stele... Pingzhou Academy actually has a poem on the stele?"

The old man's face was particularly ugly.

With the poem on the inscription, Pingzhou Academy is eligible to be registered in the Holy Academy, and has a good ability to resist risks since then.

Can protect Dayan scholars.

Taoism, as a technique that is not recognized by Shengwen Continent, is naturally also rejected by Wen Dao.

It is quite difficult to go in like this.

"However, the poems on the inscription are just beginning to appear, and they haven't completely merged with Pingzhou Academy, so they can't stop the old Tao..."

The old man sneered again and again.

He immediately sat down cross-legged, pinched the seal with both hands, and saw a puff of blue smoke coming out from behind his head, and a transparent phantom that looked exactly like him rose from the ground.

It is Yinshen!

Of course, for the old Taoist, he prefers to call himself Yuanshen.

"Old Dao Primordial Spirit Expanding Aperture, murder is more invisible, just right... let's sacrifice the entire Pingzhou Academy tonight!"

The old man grinned sinisterly. He looked in the direction of Pingzhou Academy, and murmured in a low voice, "It's so late, why haven't you started practicing the fox-calling technique to help the old man? It seems... I need to remind you!"

The old way Yinshen made a move with his right hand, and suddenly a transparent little fox phantom rushed directly to Pingzhou Academy.

Swish!

However.

The phantom of the little fox is in Setsuna, which is close to the inscription in the academy, and a golden light suddenly blooms on the inscription, and a burst of righteousness directly erupts.

"Squeak~"

The little fox was shrouded in golden light, let out a shrill scream, and then melted directly.

"Little fox!"

"Awe-inspiring righteousness? The poem on the inscription...it's him, it's him!"

Black smoke filled the body of the veteran Yinshen, the Killing intent soared, and the surrounding vegetation was frozen instantly. His Yinshen directly plundered towards the inscription, "I want to see the old one, how many catties and taels of your poem on the inscription..."

call out!

Wherever the old way Yinshen passed, the earth was covered with a layer of frost, but in Setsuna, which was about to approach the monument.

Bang!

A clear and crisp sword sound sounded, and then the sword of talent transformed from Haoran's righteousness was unsheathed from the inscription.

Directly pierced through the air and stabbed at the old Taoist.

Around the sword of talent, there are small golden words "Ups and downs, ten years of sharpening a sword!"

Afterwards, the small golden characters turned into flowing light, which directly submerged into the sword of talent, making the entire sword of talent glow golden.

Like a sword glow.

Sword Qi is sharp and sharp!

"It's been ten years of sharpening a sword, no wonder Sword Qi is so strong!"

The old Taoist wasn't too surprised, Yinshen performed Taoism, and the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth came together, turned into a huge black hand, and grabbed the sword of talent.

"Heavenly Devil hands!"

boom!

Setsuna, who collided with Black Hand between talents, collided with Spiritual Qi, a majestic energy swept the world.

The old Taoist Yinshen put his hands behind his back, remained motionless, and sneered, "The poem on the inscription is nothing more than that!"

Bang!

As soon as the old Taoist's voice fell, another sword of talent appeared on the inscription, and small golden characters appeared all over his body.

Afterwards, the small golden characters also turned into streamers, sinking into the sword of talent.

"Oh?"

The old man raised his brows, obviously he didn't expect the poem on the inscription to be more than one sentence, he said in a deep voice, "The old man has no time to spend time with your inscription!"

"Heavenly Devil Domain!"

Hula!

The old Taoist Yin God unfolded his Taoist robe, and black smoke poured out from the sleeve robe, directly covering the entire inscription tablet, like Shrouding the Heavens covering the sun.

The sword of talent seems to be under great pressure.

Constantly trembling.

hum!

The golden glow of the stele flickered again.

Another sword of talent was drawn out of its sheath, followed by the small golden words "Today Ba Shijun", and then merged.

It's not over yet.

Then another talent sword came out of its sheath, which was a bit thicker than the previous three talent swords.

The small golden characters that follow behind him are who is wronged?

hum!

At this moment, the three swords of talent merged into one, condensing into a giant sword of talent ten feet long, soaring into the sky.

"This poem... is at least six times taller... the limit of the talent carried by my primordial spirit is only sixty catties..."

Scoff!

As soon as the old Taoist Yinshen exclaimed in alarm, the great sword of talent that rushed to the sky cut down in the air.

The sharp Sword Qi and the blazing awe-inspiring aura directly poked a big hole in his magical Heavenly Devil domain.

Hao Ran Sword Qi, made his Yin God feel like it was bathed in the sun, and it was extremely painful.

"Damn it!"

The old Dao Yin waved his hand, and the black smoke burned by the Haoran Sword Qi shrank wildly, and all of them returned to the old Dao's sleeve robe.

And the giant sword of talent seemed to have exhausted its talent, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Since this was a battle between Yin Shen Taoism and the inscription tablet, and the warning bell had already exploded, no one in the academy sensed it.

Even the dean Zheng Zhiqiu didn't notice it.

"Even the old Taoist's natal supernatural powers have been broken. I can't imagine that this kind of low-level academy can get such a poem on the inscription..."

The old daoist spirit swayed like catkins in the wind, staring at the inscription with a gloomy expression, and murmured, "But...it's all over!"

The old man laughed ferociously.

But The next moment.

The smile on his face suddenly subsided, and the inscription in his eyes suddenly rose wildly at this moment...

In less than a moment, the stele turned into a mountain of books.

There are all kinds of books and books all over the mountain. When you turn the pages from time to time, you can vaguely hear Saint's chanting.

The talents of heaven and earth frantically gathered at this moment, and directly shrouded the old-fashioned Yin God in the mountain of books...