I Become A Saint By Studying

"Can!"

Lin Yi nodded, and motioned for all the scholars to come forward and take a look.

This is not a complete poem, but just a sentence in "Seven Killing Poems".

Seven "kill" words!

He was indeed very angry at that time, and Chen Haoran's behavior can be said to be the anger of both humans and gods.

He wished he could cut it off with his own hands.

Therefore, at that time, he thought of the poem of seven killings written by Zhang Xianzhong in his previous life.

Who knew... this could become a treasure of calligraphy, directly suppressing and killing the Yin God of Taoism.

"This... is poetry?"

"This, this, this..."

"Nonsense, isn't this poetry? What is it? It's obviously a quatrain poem!"

"Yes, yes, look at Master Lin's handwriting. It is not only beautiful, but also has a murderous look in Ling Li. These seven murderous characters have brewed the momentum to the limit...It is not surprising that poetry has become a treasure of calligraphy!"

"Yes, indeed!"

All the scholars were dumbfounded when they saw these seven killing characters.

How can seven killing characters be able to become a highly talented Guanzhou poem?

However, under the analysis of other bachelors, they feel that there is some truth in that each kill word has a different momentum.

With continuous accumulation, the whole artistic conception is in place.

It is also reasonable to become a calligraphy.

"..."

Lin Yi fell silent.

Good guy!

These bachelors are really out of thin air, but it does sound somewhat reasonable.

certainly.

Maybe it's because I first thought of the poem "Seven Killing Poems" in my mind, and then wrote the "Seven Killing" characters, and vented my emotions at one point, which became the ink treasure of suppressing the Yin God.

"Chen Hao is practicing Taoism?"

at this time.

Dean Zheng Zhiqiu's voice sounded, and he rushed into the small courtyard impatiently, his face pale.

Chen Haoran is a major student of Pingzhou Academy.

His article is number one in Nanxiang Mansion, which is also his pride.

He originally thought that Chen Haoran's articles, Fang Qingxue's poems, Lin Yi's poems... would surely become a good story in Nanxiang Mansion.

But just now Li Wenbo told him that Chen Haoran practiced Taoism and summoned the Taoism Yinshen to kill the bachelors of the Academy...

He was dumbfounded.

"Dean!"

"Dean!"

Lin Yi and all the scholars cupped their hands to salute. Everyone was very heavy and silently moved the corpses of several scholars over.

"What's going on? Chen Haoran, how could he practice Taoism..."

at the same time.

Other masters also entered the courtyard, just in time to see several corpses moved by the bachelor.

"Uh……"

The masters were stunned at that moment, and their expressions changed drastically.

hum!

hum!

Zheng Zhiqiu and his masters were shaken, and their minds were buzzing, as if they had been hammered with stones.

"presumptuous!"

Zheng Zhiqiu was furious, murderous look appeared on his face instantly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Chen Haoran is presumptuous... how dare he..."

If an academy wants to gain a foothold in Dayan, it must fulfill the mission of the academy, guard Taoism, and monitor whether scholars practice Taoism.

There is zero tolerance for scholars who practice Taoism.

If you meet it, kill it!

Any academy that accommodates people who practice Taoism will bear the wrath of the Holy Academy and punish the entire academy.

Zheng Zhiqiu walked quickly to the bookstore, feeling sad in his heart.

But still with a glimmer of hope.

Maybe……

Chen Hao didn't practice?

Is it just being controlled by the demon way with Taoism? At this time, Chen Haoran might be forgiven for inviting the academy.

Zheng Zhiqiu put his right hand on the door of the bookstore, poured his talent into it, and broke through the formation of talent within a moment.

Squeak!

The door opened.

Lin Yi, Li Wenbo, all the masters and scholars all looked in the direction of the bookstore.

Lin Yi subconsciously held the Qinglang pen with his right hand.

Anyway.

The earth-level cultural treasure combined with Haoran's righteousness is definitely his big weapon.

In the bookstore.

Chen Hao ran his back to Zheng Zhiqiu, the white Confucian shirt on his body was stained with ink, his long hair was loose, and his hands were behind his back.

His fingers swayed rhythmically, as if he was brewing something.

"Chen Haoran!"

Zheng Zhiqiu vaguely felt that something was wrong, it was because Chen Haoran was too calm, he said in a deep voice, "The dean asked you, have you practiced Taoism?"

"Yes!"

Chen Hao was no longer insane, and said calmly, "What's wrong?"

"you……"

Zheng Zhiqiu was so angry that he almost turned Blood Qi retrograde.

What's wrong?

This is fundamentally against Heavenly Dao, and it is a big mistake, thanks to what he said.

Zheng Zhiqiu took a deep breath, looked disappointedly at the big disciple who was proud of him once, and said, "Let's just catch him!"

"Ha ha!"

Chen smiled and shook his head, he turned around slowly, his haggard face was replaced by a strange temperament.

His face was covered with veins and his lips were purple, but he had an indescribably calm demeanor.

It was as if...he wasn't afraid of Zheng Zhiqiu at all.

"It is useless to say that a scholar is right. Even if Wen Dao has suppressed Taoism for thousands of years...it still hasn't changed!"

With his hands behind his back, Chen Hao kept approaching Zheng Zhiqiu, shaking his head and sighing, "Principal Zheng, think about it... the cultivation of Wen Dao is so slow, everyone is confined to the Wen Palace, and it is difficult to reach the peak of Wen Dao, isn't it?" Pity?"

"But Taoism is different. As long as we scholars practice, we can easily master this power, life and death, without any restrictions, wouldn't it be great?"

"You... you actually said such treasonous words, you are already possessed, and you are hopeless!"

Zheng Zhiqiu's chest heaved violently, glaring at Chen Haoran, he gritted his teeth and said, "Reading is for these powers? Reading is for exploring the Dao, and magic is just the power that comes with us when we study. It is the power given by the Dao... ..."

"Taoism...it's sorcery! It's the turbid Spiritual Qi that the ancient emperor Fuxi painted to open up the world!"

"Taoism, literary daoism is hard to tolerate, you abandon the basics and pursue the last, and throw yourself into the arms of Taoism, the dean will clean up the door today!"

Zheng Zhiqiu was really angry, and said, "Taoism is forbidden here!"

hum!

A stream of the fourth rank gentleman's rules emerged, and Zheng Zhiqiu knew that Chen Haoran could no longer move, so he was cruel, pointing at Chen Haoran and saying, "Death is gone!"

The words of the gentleman state follow the supernatural powers, and it has a unique advantage for those who practice Taoism.

That is the demon way lower than the fourth rank, and it is directly annihilated!

This is the power of rules given by Wen Dao to readers.

Of course, the annihilation of the gods and bodies is ineffective for scholars... To be precise, many rules that can cause students to be injured or killed are invalid.

Unless... after the Holy Judgment.

At this time, scholars will lose the protection of Wen Dao, and will be directly obliterated by the rules of Wen Dao.

"Why bother?"

Afterwards, Zheng Zhiqiu closed his eyes, turned around, and walked out of the book pavilion, feeling a little tired.

Chen Haoran...that was the big disciple he loved the most.

"If you commit evil yourself, you cannot live!"

"Cultivating Taoism in the academy, Chen obviously has no way to survive. The dean steps in, and the gentleman says what he says, and the law follows!"

"Just now I was so arrogant, isn't it all gone now?"

Many scholars had already guessed this result, Chen Haoran was almost certain to die if the dean stepped in.

But at this moment.

"The power of the fourth rank's literary rules is nothing more than that..."