I Become A Saint By Studying

There was silence in the mourning hall.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, they just stared blankly at Lin Yi who had broken the pen in his hand.

"broken……"

Lin Yi gave a wry smile, then turned to look at Li Wenbo, "Wenbo, another pen!"

His forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyelids suddenly became heavy for no reason.

With a lot of talent in his body, he felt his body swell and uncomfortable.

but……

Elegy is not enough!

"Grandpa, that's enough!"

Li Wenbo shivered.

Lin Yi had at least five or six elegiac couplets, and Dean He's had seven or eight elegiac couplets.

Copying and transcribing is completely enough.

Besides...

These elegiac couplets written by Lin Yi, although I haven't seen the specific content yet, they greet each other with talent and move the world with emotion, making the clay pots of the bachelor's ashes tremble.

That's all.

It is already much better than the two elegiac couplets sent to Junji Academy by the Holy Academy.

After Zheng Zhiqiu came back to his senses, he quickly persuaded, "Enough is enough, enough is enough!"

I thought Lin Yi would be rude, but I didn't expect that this elegiac couplet was written to the point of mourning for a heroic spirit.

It was beyond his expectation.

Lin Yi has a great talent in his heart, and he is definitely a sub-sage!

"Twenty-three bachelors, it should be... twenty-three elegiac couplets..."

As soon as Lin Yi finished speaking, there was a thud, and his body fell straight down.

Look pained.

"Grandfather!"

"Master Lin!"

"Lin Yi!"

call out!

Li Wenbo had quick eyes and quick hands, and before Lin Yi fell down, he lay down on the ground first, so that Lin Yi just fell on top of him without bumping into him.

Other bachelors and masters, as well as the dean Zheng Zhiqiu, including Su Huaizhi, all rushed over.

He Weijun strode forward, quickly picked up Lin Yi, pried open his mouth, and put a Medicine Pill into his throat.

Lin Yi closed his eyes tightly, but the look of pain on his face had gradually disappeared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Chen Jinbei, "Master Chen, take Lin Yi to rest, he is overdrawn..."

"it is good!"

Chen Jinbei hugged Lin Yi, Li Wenbo stood up and said, "Master Chen, come with me..."

The two left the mourning hall directly.

He Weijun, He Wancheng, Zheng Zhiqiu and others watched them leave.

Until now, He Weijun's body is still trembling slightly, thinking about this continuous high-intensity writing of elegiac couplets, empathizing with heaven and earth...

This is not a scholar who is enlightened by the ninth grade, he can bear it.

If something happened to Lin Yi, he... just smashed his head against the pillar of the mourning hall!

"This old man..."

He Wancheng kept his eyes open again, wanting to know what He Weijun really knew.

Zheng Zhiqiu stood up and bowed to He Weijun, "Dean He, I really don't know how to thank you!"

"You know, He Mou has always cherished talents, how about... how about you give Lin Yi to my Junji Academy?"

He Weijun looked at Zheng Zhiqiu with a smile.

"What?"

Zheng Zhiqiu hurriedly pretended that he couldn't hear, "Oh, my body hasn't recovered from the forbidden technique before, so I'm a little deaf, why can't I hear anything?"

talking.

He walked up to his wife Zhang Miaoyun and said, "Let the bachelor copy the elegiac couplets and make them into elegiac couplets and stick them on the wreath!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Miaoyun hurriedly took someone to transcribe it, but after all the scholars saw the elegiac couplet written by Lin Yi...

Wow!

Woohoo!

howl!

All the scholars were moved by their emotions, and were infected by the concept and artistic conception in the elegiac couplet, and they burst into tears uncontrollably.

Tears are almost dry!

"Is it so bluffing?"

He Wancheng watched for a long time, stretched his neck to take a look, his lips moved slightly...

Suddenly the corners of the mouth were slightly deflated, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of the eyes.

"This elegiac couplet...sincerely!"

"It shows the grief and nostalgia for the classmates..."

"Lin Yi is a man of love!"

He Wancheng couldn't help but have a crazy idea in his heart, snatch Lin Yi to their Qingping Academy.

Of course, I can only think about it...

Afterwards, He Weijun also looked at the elegiac couplet, his pupils constricted instantly, he quickly turned his head away, and at the same time cursed in his heart, "The guy in charge of funeral rites for scholars in the Holy Academy...is not as good as Lin Yiwan!"

...

at the same time.

In the post station in Anyang County, Zhong Zi is appearing in the room where Lin Yi awakened his literary heart.

Zhong Zi was putting away the map in the palm of his left hand, and said, "It is this room that gave birth to a poem full of talent..."

"what!"

"It actually smells like a stele!"

Zhong Zizheng suddenly became very interested. He walked out of the room, grabbed a postman, and asked, "This room used to live in scholars? Where does his road lead?"

"Who are you? I'm Yicheng..."

Plop!

The Yi Cheng was caught by Zhong Zizheng, and just about to get angry, he saw Zhong Zizheng holding a gold-encrusted token engraved with the word "Holy" in his hand.

At that time, the whole person was so frightened that he fell to his knees, his body was shaking like a sieve, and he hurriedly said, "Not long ago, a scholar came to Pingzhou Academy, named Fang Qingxue..."

"Pingzhou Academy? Fang Qingxue? This name is so familiar, it seems to be the first member of the Holy Academy Examination last year?"

Zhong Zizheng nodded slightly, and said, "The future is limitless, and he can write poems that are so talented at such a young age, Pingzhou Academy? Isn't it an academy that is not registered in the Holy Academy? Interesting!"

Zhong Zi was ignoring the prostrating Yicheng, with the map in his left hand unfolded, his eyes fixed on a certain red dot where talents gathered...

call out!

He disappeared completely.

"what!"

Seeing the big living man disappearing suddenly, the Yi Cheng let out a strange cry, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

...

call out!

After counting interest.

At the foot of the mountain in Pingzhou Academy, a middle-aged man wearing a red Confucian robe appeared. It was Zhong Zizheng.

"Since I came to see some academy that can cultivate talents like Fang Qingxue, this Confucian robe is really too ostentatious. Don't scare these scholars!"

Swish!

Zhong Zi was turning around, and the bright red Confucian robe on his body changed into an ordinary white Confucian shirt.

With a slight smile, he stepped into the boundary of Pingzhou Academy.

"The academies that haven't been registered are the poems that don't have an inscription, but Fang Qingxue's... Guanzhou poem has the aura of an inscription. I don't know if it is inscribed in this Pingzhou Academy!"

Zhong Zizheng murmured in a low voice, "If there is a poem on the inscription, I will let Pingzhou Academy enter it later!"

Zhong Zizheng hadn't walked very far when he saw a five-meter-high inscription standing at the foot of the climbing stone steps.

"There is an inscription!"

Zhong Zi was eyes revealing surprise, he walked quickly to the inscription tablet, and immediately saw the poem on the inscription tablet written by Lin Yi.

"There are roads in the mountains of books, hard work is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning..."

"wonderful!"

"Wonderful writing, this Fang Qingxue seems to be a girl, but she can write this kind of poems, not bad!"

Zhong Ziqi felt extremely happy.

For him who is a poet fanatic, it is a great blessing to come across such talented poems.

Especially this poem is very suitable for his appetite.

Especially for him as a third rank Confucian, he very much agrees with this famous saying of scholarship.

Reading is only hard work!

Even the ancient sages had almost read books all their lives and knew the world well before reaching the first rank.