I Become A Saint By Studying

"Well, since it's all right, there's really no need to procrastinate and wait for the Holy Court's support... Let's go!"

He Wancheng also nodded.

After the words fell, his lips moved slightly, and the whole person disappeared in place.

"Where is it your turn to go see Lin Yi?"

He Weijun secretly said in his heart.

Seeing He Wancheng going back home, he was in a good mood, and he also followed his words and disappeared here.

When the figure reappeared, He Weijun suddenly felt something, and turned his head to look not far away...

His face darkened instantly, "He Wancheng, didn't you go back to the academy?"

"you……"

He Wancheng was obviously also surprised, he tossed his sleeves and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you too?"

"Nothing to do, walk around, anyway, they are all out, what? Where are you going?"

He Weijun stared at He Wancheng, and roughly guessed his whereabouts.

Definitely go to Pingzhou Academy.

Otherwise, it is impossible for them to meet, after all, the maximum teleportation distance of the spoken method is only this far.

"What does it have to do with you?"

He Wancheng originally wanted to talk nicely, but He Weijun's black face made him very disliked.

"I know if you don't tell me, go to Pingzhou Academy!"

He Weijun shook his head and said with a light smile, "You don't think Pingzhou Academy has a third rank Confucianism, do you? To tell you the truth, no! You'd better go back to your Qingping Academy, so as not to be disappointed!"

"The heart of a villain measures the belly of a gentleman!"

He Wancheng, whose thoughts were exposed by He Weijun, blushed slightly, and said sternly, "That's why you think so, He is here to condolences to an old friend, and Monster Qi is from Pingzhou Academy, presumably the situation in Pingzhou Academy is not good!"

"That's it!"

He Weijun nodded approvingly, and said, "As the saying goes, a friend in adversity sees the truth. It just so happens that He is quite curious about the depth of the relationship between Dean He and Dean Zheng. He wants to go and have a look!"

Swish!

He Weijun's figure disappeared here.

"You old man!"

He Wancheng cursed secretly in his heart, thinking, "Without the third rank Confucianism, how can we suppress and kill that third rank sky demon? The old man still wants to fool the old man, there is no way!"

Swish!

He Wancheng's lips moved slightly, and he left this place.

...

at the same time.

Zhong Zizheng, who came from the Holy Courtyard in the capital city, rushed continuously and finally arrived at Nanxiang Mansion.

He stomped lightly.

"What is Junji Academy, come and see me!"

Zhong Zi, who was wearing a red Confucian robe, stood with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.

by his estimate.

In less than ten seconds, He Weijun will receive a message from him to come to see him.

Three minutes later...

"Not here? Could it be that the demon has been eliminated? The question is... where is the demon?"

Zhong Zizheng frowned.

Spread out the palm of your right hand, turn over a map, and then you can instill it, and the towns, mountains and rivers will appear vividly on the paper.

"Third rank Heavenly Demon! You don't have any Monster Qi, so the teacher won't be confused?"

Zhong Zi was entering the ground steps of Nanxiang Mansion, but he didn't find any Monster Qi.

There is no abnormality in the map of hunting monsters.

"Okay, just come out to get some air!"

Zhong Zi was spreading out his left palm, and there was another calligraphy map, which appeared vividly on the paper, and a certain direction was shining brightly.

"Good, good, good... not bad not bad!"

Zhong Zizheng immediately cheered up, and said, "The small Nanxiang Mansion actually has talented Mingzhou poems, you have to see it well..."

Zhong Zizheng has no interest in investigating the matter of the sky demon, he just wants to make friends with poetry.

He himself is a poet fanatic, if the teacher hadn't imprisoned him in the holy courtyard, he would have traveled all over Dayan Mountains and Rivers to meet friends through poetry.

Now that I finally have the opportunity to come out, I must take a good look to see if there are any poetic scholars in Nanxiang Prefecture.

it's not...

Have!

Still a great talent!

"No, no, no, the teacher said that he wants to find a scholar who has a noble and righteous spirit..."

"who cares!"

"Make a friend first! However, you can't use your identity to overwhelm someone and expose your strength..."

Zhong Zizheng smiled slightly, put away the two calligraphy maps, stepped forward, and disappeared into the capital of Nanxiang Prefecture.

...

Jinzhou Pingzhou Academy.

After the Fox Demon incident, the whole Pingzhou Academy became much colder.

A lot of rooms were vacated.

The sound of reading aloud could not be heard in the school.

Dean's Book Pavilion.

Master Chen knocked on the door of the pavilion with a heavy heart.

"Come in!"

Zheng Zhiqiu's voice sounded, Chen Jinbei pushed the door and walked in, saluted and said, "Dean, the casualties have been counted, including the loss of the academy..."

Zheng Zhiqiu's heart tightened.

He fears!

I am afraid that the academy will suffer too many casualties, and I am afraid that the academy will lose too much.

Pingzhou Academy, a college that has not yet been registered in the Holy Court, does not receive any support from the Holy Court.

The only thing... is to allow scholars to have the qualifications to obtain literary fame.

Moreover, the money left by the founder of the academy and the ink treasures... are almost spent.

"Say!"

Zheng Zhiqiu was mentally prepared and looked at Chen Jinbei.

With a solemn expression, Chen Jinbei took out the brochure from his sleeve and said in a heavy tone, "Fifty-six people were injured, and twenty-three people were killed..."

"what……"

Zheng Zhiqiu's body trembled, his face turned pale, he was stunned, and murmured in a low voice, "Twenty-three... Twenty-three..."

A quarter of the bachelors in Pingzhou Academy are gone!

They are all Dayan scholars.

One in a million!

All of them are good boys from Pingzhou Academy!

"continue!"

Zheng Zhiqiu tried his best to calm down the grief in his heart.

Chen Jinbei said sternly, "The small courtyard of Yichuan was destroyed, and it was razed to the ground with a radius of 100 meters. The estimated reconstruction cost...80,000 taels of silver!"

The construction cost of the small courtyard in the past was as high as 50,000 taels of silver, and the formation cost of Guangshu Pavilion was almost 20,000 taels of silver.

It was an expensive formation calligraphy.

In addition, the small courtyard occupies a large area, with a rockery, a flying pond, and a small pavilion in a bamboo forest. It is indeed not cheap to build.

"so tall?"

Zheng Zhiqiu's face turned pale again.

Originally, there was not much food left in the academy, but now he was vomiting blood.

He cursed in his heart, "Damn you bastard! Daddy is blind, and the article is so well written... You bastard, you bastard!"

Seeing that Zheng Zhiqiu was silent, Chen Jinbei continued, "We will need to prepare about 310,000 taels of silver for the honorable burial of the academy's bachelors, pension after death, and rebuilding of the small courtyard."

Most of these scholars are not ordinary families.

From the day the academy recruited them, they promised some compensation...

After all, the Academy trains bachelors, and as long as they enter the Holy Academy in the future, the Holy Academy will reward 200,000 taels for one quota.

It's just... Since the opening of Pingzhou Academy, only seven people have been worshiped in the Holy Academy.

Very shabby.

"I see!"

Zheng Zhiqiu nodded, as if he had aged a little in an instant, he wondered where to find the three hundred and ten thousand taels of silver...

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and asked, "What's the price of rubbings of Caiqi Mingzhou's poems and essays in Duobao Pavilion?"

"Dean, should it be the academy?" Chen Jinbei was stunned.

This time the academy suffered so many bachelors, if the academy can't even provide a generous burial and pension...

I'm afraid it will be chilling.

Zheng Zhiqiu nodded helplessly, "Well, the inner treasury is only tens of thousands of taels of silver!"

Chen Jinbei shivered, and said seriously, "How can Lin Yi's talented Mingzhou poetry be sold? Rubbings are not good either! If Lin Yi knows...he might be unhappy!"

"I'll go talk to him and ask him...to help the academy!" Zheng Zhiqiu blushed.

Lin Yi just entered the academy and gave him two poems on the inscription and one poem on the inscription.

In the end, because she was too outstanding, she was almost killed by jealous Chen Haoran.

Now... I have to ask others to help me again.

It's really hard to say.

"Hey!"

Chen Jinbei sighed, and said, "The poems and essays of Caiqi Mingzhou, even if they are rubbings... If it is calculated as 10,000 taels for a fight of talent, it is 60,000 taels! If it is the dean, rubbing it yourself, fourth rank Gentleman The extra talent bonus, 60,000 taels, that is, 120,000 taels of silver!"

"But the rubbings that are sold have to use special rubbing paper. A poem can only be rubbed once, and if you rub it again, it won't have any charm..."

Chen Jinbei did not forget to add afterwards, "If it is an authentic work, it will be worth a hundred times the price...Mingzhou's poems are worth a million taels, so it is six million taels..."