I Become A Saint By Studying

aside.

Zhu Zhiyun was drenched in sweat.

He was frightened like this alive.

He doesn't like to criticize His Royal Highness' talent in poetry, but he can guarantee that...

The Lord is not as good as him!

At this moment, Zhu Zhiyun suddenly pinched his fingers and began to count, muttering: "One, two, three, four..."

The more he spoke, the paler his face became.

Mei Chunguang's rooster voice sounded, "Zhu Caizi, what are you counting?"

King Teng's attention was also attracted, with a bit of curiosity.

Zhu Zhiyun said: "I'm counting the Ming Palace poems and articles written by His Royal Highness..."

"It's stronger than the great Confucianism, but not weaker. His Royal Highness is less than a weak crown, but has such amazing talents, and the capital of Saint!"

Zhu Zhiyun shook his head, as if drunk.

He was numb all over.

Lin Yi looked at Zhu Zhiyun and understood why he was so liked by King Teng.

This soft and silent flattery is really cool for those who shoot it.

But Lin Yi didn't feel it.

Because he is just a porter of poetry and articles, a young man standing on the shoulders of Saint sages.

So this flattery is of no use to him.

Lin Yi rolled up the words of this poem and placed it directly in the Yellow Crane Tower.

King Teng asked suspiciously, "Nephew, why did you hide in the Yellow Crane Tower? What do you mean?"

Zhu Zhiyun was also puzzled.

Lin Yi smiled and said: "If this poem is exposed now, wouldn't the identities of Ben Gong and the emperor be exposed?"

"When no one is around, take advantage of everyone's sleep, and then suddenly trigger the vision of heaven and earth."

"At this time, the literati look at it, and are they more curious about the identity of Dean Taishan?"

King Teng came to his senses, opened his mouth wide, and said in a long voice, "Oh...it makes sense!"

Zhu Zhiyun waved the folding fan, nodded again and again and said: "What His Royal Highness said is absolutely true, if you want to do it, do it big!"

"Walk!"

Lin Yi then offered to withdraw.

King Teng looked worried, turned his head three times a step, and said, "Imperial nephew, is there any risk? It would be bad if someone stole it!"

Lin Yi shook his head and smiled: "No, no one can steal it. If someone gets involved, I will know immediately."

"Oh?"

King Teng was stunned, and said in surprise: "The emperor's nephew has already reached this point, Linglong Wenxin?"

Lin Yi asked doubtfully, "Linglong Wenxin?"

King Teng understood, but the prince did not understand this.

But yes, this is all a verbal term, which means that when the will of a scholar of letters can be put into writing, he will use it with one heart and three purposes.

So there is the saying that Linglong asks the heart.

King Teng gave an explanation at that time.

It was only at this time that Lin Yi suddenly realized that the method the girl demon god told him was Linglong Wenxin's cultivation method.

but.

This is not difficult!

It's very simple!

‘You humans have so many tricks, you can name everything, but... Linglong Wenxin sounds very nice! '

The girl demon god smiled, and then he seemed to think of something, and said, "This reminds me of Qiqiao Linglongxin..."

hum!

Lin Yi was startled when he heard the words of the girl demon god.

What?

than dry?

This is not a coincidence.

"Seven orifices and exquisite heart?" Lin Yi asked tentatively.

The girl demon said: "The heart of Saint can communicate with all things, and his eyes can see through all illusions..."

Lin Yi was stunned.

This sounds like Bigan's Qiqiaolinglongxin, but it is really an explanation.

But also normal.

In the literary world, there are always some things in common.

"How old am I now?" Lin Yi asked in his heart.

The girl demon god said angrily: "Don't dream, your heart is at most ordinary Wenxin, when will you really be able to put your will into the pen, like this seat said, seal the poems, and break the seal of your thoughts by remote control, at this time you can barely The Three-Aperture Exquisite Heart..."

Lin Yi thought to himself: "Didn't I already succeed? It seems that the demon god doesn't know, hehe, who do you look down on!"

Lin Yi didn't respond to him.

He looked at Teng Wang Lin Yunying, nodded and said: "It's Linglong Wenxin!"

"Uh!"

Zhu Zhiyun was dumbfounded when he heard the words, he hesitated and said: "Your Highness, you are not human..."

"kindness?"

Lin Yi's expression sank.

King Teng was even more furious, and was about to scold and slap him, but Zhu Zhiyun said sincerely: "You are simply a Saint!"

"..."

King Teng stretched out half of his palm, and he froze in place: "???"

Lin Yi felt shown off.

Zhu Zhiyun, what a fucking talent...

"Let's go!"

Lin Yi didn't say much.

Of course he could see this kind of cleverness, but it didn't hinder him. It sounded like comfort.

Saint.

Who doesn't want to be holy!

It's just that Zhu Zhiyun doesn't know how difficult it is.

Lin Yi then boarded the carriage and left the Yellow Crane Tower market with King Teng and others.

In the carriage.

King Teng couldn't hold back his curiosity, and said, "Nephew, when is the poem going to be exposed? Uncle Huang's heart is itching to death."

If he didn't expose it, he was afraid that the day lily would be cold.

Wouldn't it be nice to have it while it's hot?

Lin Yi looked at King Teng with a smile, and said, "Isn't it already exposed?"

"what?"

King Teng was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed the change in talent between heaven and earth, and his expression changed.

Swish!

He decisively opened the car curtain, poked his head out to look back, and moved tears flowed from his eyes.

Yes!

Exposure!

At this moment, the carriage had just left the market that was blocked by the Dragon Guards, and in the Yellow Crane Tower, there was a pillar of light soaring into the sky.

Almost illuminated the entire capital city.

The talents of heaven and earth gather, and the dragon of talents hovers outside the Yellow Crane Tower.

when~

A heavenly sound suddenly sounded between the heaven and the earth, and the ripples spread, covering the entire Huatian Mansion.

Then golden ancient characters appeared in the sky above the Yellow Crane Tower, turning into butterflies in the void, flying towards the pedestal of the Yellow Crane Tower.

Mingfu!

Minglou!

at this time.

The dragon guards guarding the Yellow Crane Tower market were attracted by this vision, and turned their heads to look in the direction of the Yellow Crane Tower, their eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

Yellow Crane Tower... a poem from Mingfu!

Hua Paguang was dumbfounded, and muttered: "It's His Royal Highness, and it's His Royal Highness again, ahhh..."

He held his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

at the same time.

There are scholars and scholars galloping here.

One.

two.

...

eighteen

...

One hundred and eight, more and more literati and bachelors wearing Confucian shirts flocked.

They were stopped outside the market, looking towards the direction of the Yellow Crane Tower, fanaticism to the extreme.

"Mingfu Shici, let me in, this is a hundred taels of silver, hurry up..."

"Longwei Dage, please be considerate. The Yuanxi case has already been closed, and His Majesty has sent a notice. Why stop us?"

"Please!"

The scholars didn't dare to force their way in, they were very anxious at this moment.

Mingfu poems are inside.

The key point is that maybe you can still meet the great Confucian who left Mingfu's poems, this is a great opportunity.

Now the holy meeting is about to be held.

How important is a Mingfu poem to their literati?

at this time.

Zhu Zhiyun waved a folding fan, walked up to Hua Paguang, and whispered something in his ear.

Hua Pa shook his body and said loudly: "Let them in, line up, only the first one hundred!"