I Become A Saint By Studying

Lin Yi news brought.

My heart was slightly relieved.

Qingshan Academy will build the first line of defense, so that the imperial court does not have to worry about it.

Human Daoism is not scary.

The scary thing is that they are like mice, they can hide and hide.

Lin Yi then changed the subject and chatted with Li Mo Bai.

When talking about Li Mo Bai Realm, Li Mo Bai looked regretful, expressing that it might be difficult to achieve second rank Yasheng.

The top of the mountain seemed to be there, but no matter how hard he climbed, he still couldn't get there.

It was as if the mountain needed keys and he lacked them.

"Senior don't need to be overly attached, just relax, maybe... Realm is on the other side."

Lin Yi didn't know what to say, so he just babbled.

"Perseverance... let go...the other side..."

Li Mo Bai murmured in a low voice, as if he had realized something.

"..."

Lin Yi was taken aback for a moment, he was afraid of affecting Li Mo Bai's mood, so he changed the subject and said, "Li senior, how is my friend Zhang Jiuer's studies?"

At the beginning Li Mo Bai said that he wanted to accept Zhang Jiu'er as his disciple, but Lin Yi knew that the other party was looking for his own sake.

So this is also a favor.

"genius!"

Li Mo Bai said seriously, "I have seen many geniuses, but I have only seen a genius who works as hard as Jiu'er in my life."

"Work hard?" Lin Yi was puzzled.

Which genius doesn't work hard?

"That's right, Jiu'er seems to be chasing after something. She is almost doing her best to study and practice."

Li Mo Bai's eyes revealed the look of reminiscence, and said, "Since she entered the academy, she has not met any friends, nor communicated with other students, and has always worked hard to study and practice."

"She is a rare good seedling!"

Li Mo Bai couldn't help feeling emotional.

Lin Yi was really surprised, she didn't expect Li Mo Bai to have such a high opinion of Zhang Jiu'er.

This is a good thing.

In the future, Zhang Jiu'er will definitely make a contribution in writing.

time goes by.

Lin Yi also stayed for the most part, he had already achieved his purpose of coming, so he took his leave and left.

Li Mo Bai wanted to see them off in person, but was declined by Lin Yi. He planned to take a good look when he went down the mountain.

Just send someone to lead the way.

Li Mo Bai didn't insist, so he sent someone to send Prince Lin Yi down the mountain.

But Li Mo Bai was already hungry and thirsty at this time, he returned to the attic, and carefully took out the poem volume presented by Lin Yi.

Breathing became rapid.

"Little friend Lin Yi made Mingfu poems casually, and the ones I gave to this old man will not be out of grade, right?"

Li Mo Bai slowly unfolded the poem volume, and the weight felt in both hands became heavier and heavier.

"There is a show!"

Li Mo Bai's face was overjoyed, and at the same time, his right hand quickly glowed dimly, suppressing the talent surging on the poem scroll.

"A good treasure can't just be wasted like this, triggering the visions of the world, it's simply a waste of everything..."

He didn't want the poems to arouse the visions of the heavens and the earth, and there would be a certain degree of waste.

certainly.

If you want to impart selflessly to other scholars and listen to the following Dao Tianyin, then you don't have to suppress it.

But such a person, except Prince Lin Yi, no one is willing to do so.

Maybe a truly talented person is just so self-willed and loving!

After all, he is the prince.

The pattern is different.

If Lin Yi knew, he would definitely want to say...he really doesn't understand.

Open the volume.

Virtuous righteousness emerges from the handwriting, and the golden brilliance covers the entire poem volume.

Vigorous and powerful handwriting, each word has a unique beauty, under the blessing of Haoran righteousness, it seems to be the handwriting left by Saint.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

hum!

When Li Mo Bai saw the first sentence clearly, he felt a heavy feeling rushing over his face.

As if at the end of the sky, there is a big yellow river rushing down, falling from the sky, rushing for thousands of miles, and heading east to the sea.

Majestic.

The momentum is heroic.

In the previous sentence, the coming of a big river is irresistible, and in the next sentence, the going of a big river is irreversible.

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."

Li Mo Bai opened his mouth slightly, his white hair almost standing on end.

Comparing these two sentences with the first two sentences, it seems that one wave has not settled down, and another wave has risen again.

The first two sentences are shocking and majestic in space, and the last two sentences are exaggerated in the scope of time.

It seems to say that life is short.

Li Mobao was greatly touched. He was immersed in these four lines, thinking that life is short, so what should he do?

He looked down.

"To be happy in life is to be happy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon."

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone."

hum!

hum!

After reading the full text, Li Mo Bai felt that his soul was going to explode, and an indescribable sense of impact reached his literary heart.

"The pen falls to shock the wind and rain, and the poem to weep ghosts and gods!" Li Mo Bai's expression was dull, and his mouth was dry at the moment.

Wen Xin jumped, Wen Palace trembled, the earth shook and the mountains shook, as if it was about to collapse.

How much life is, enjoy yourself in time, the sage is lonely, the drinker leaves his name, I only wish to end everything in the long drunk.

Isn't this... a portrayal of him now?

I am born to be useful. He has studied and practiced for decades, and fulfilled his ambition to become third rank.

Now it's Half step second rank Yasheng, doesn't this just describe his self-confidence and arrogance?

But second rank Yasheng made a quick start, but he couldn't get over it no matter what, with ups and downs.

He suffers, he contradicts.

So he fell in love with wine, and his painting Wine Sword Immortal is his ultimate pursuit.

He accompanies wine, uses wine to soothe his sorrows, relies on his talents to be wild, and laughs proudly at the world.

He indulged in wine and willful, swaying pen and ink, describing the supreme elegance of Jiu Jianxian...

But he couldn't become the wine sword fairy after all.

Can't become Yasheng.

But...he sees himself in the poem.

It's as if I'm standing on the other side, watching myself sailing in the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Li Mo Bai laughed wildly in the attic, indescribably chic and carefree.

this day.

Qingshan Academy burst into the sky with a breath of fresh air, and the Wenzhong kept humming.

In the sky above the academy, three phantoms of the Saint emerged, reading the Mantra of Wen Dao, the sky was full of rays of light, and the auspicious air was falling.

"Sanctified!"

"Someone in the academy has been sanctified!"

"It's a breakthrough! The master has broken through the inferior saint, and a new saint has been born in Qingshan Academy!"

Countless disciples of Qingshan Academy rushed to tell each other, and everyone felt extremely excited, and their faces flushed with excitement.

Someone cried.

Someone fainted from excitement.

To be able to witness the birth of a sub-sage in one's lifetime is nothing more than smoke from the ancestral grave.

peak.

The white-haired dean looked towards the direction of Zishu Pavilion, the doctor of the first peak, with his hands behind his back, and he smiled, "This is the new way... Someone is pioneering, and you are the first one to get a big chance."

...

Holy House.

On the observatory, Kong Zhongzi, who was wearing a white Confucian robe and sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes are as deep as the vast sea.

He turned his head to look in the direction of Qingshan Academy, and murmured in a low voice, "Li Mo Bai became a sub-sage, from now on there will be another wine swordsman in the world..."

"There are more and more indeterminate numbers. Will Renhuang's chess game be fulfilled at that time?"

...

At the same time, Qingshan Academy.

On the way down the mountain.

Lin Yi sensed the vision of Qingshan Academy, and then saw the auspicious glow falling between the sky and the earth.

The source seems to be Li Mo Bai's Shuge.

"No way?"

Lin Yi froze in place.

Could it be that "Will Enter the Wine" brought Li Mo Bai to the Asian Saint?

Ask for a wave of reminders and must-read tickets, thank you for the treasures who have been chasing updates, and be patient with you...