I Become A Saint By Studying

"The poetry is good, and the writing is also good!"

Zhong Zi showed a smile on his face and exclaimed, "It's so wonderful!"

With his hands behind his back, he was about to climb the mountain, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a crack in the inscription.

"The inscription is cracked?"

Zhong Zi was restraining his smile, and said in a low voice, "Wen Beigong has shown his holiness, but his strength is not enough to suppress it, could it be..."

Swish!

Flipping his right hand, a map of ink treasures appeared in the palm of his hand, and his eyes glared, "The Chaos of the Heavenly Demon is in Pingzhou Academy!"

"To solve the demon chaos, Wen Beigong has contributed a lot. This poem is very good!"

Zhong Zizheng was moved.

Then he found the back of the inscription again, and there seemed to be a poem on the inscription.

"What else? If there are two poems on the inscription, this Pingzhou Academy will have two places to participate in the conference!"

The Zhenguo Holy Academy holds a holy meeting every year, and the deans of the entire Dayan Academy must attend unless there are special circumstances.

However, if there are more than two poems on the stele in the academy, the corresponding number of places can be increased.

One is the optimism about the prospects of the academy's bachelors.

The second is the recognition of the Academy by the Holy Academy.

For scholars, it is a great honor to be able to listen to Yasheng face to face.

It's like the common people seeing the current Emperor Dayan in Fengtian Hall.

Zhong Zi was walking around behind the inscription, and suddenly felt a sense of sharpness.

"Oh?"

Zhong Zizheng flicked his sleeve robe lightly, suppressing the sharpness, staring at the poems on the stele, his expression slightly moved.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Edge has never been tried."

"Show the king today, who has any injustice?"

"What a quatrain poem, at least it is a poem from Mingzhou with six talents. This handwriting is the same as the scholarly poem just now. It is all written by Fang Qingxue..."

Zhong Zizheng's heart was shaking, he brushed his fingers over the poems on the inscription, and said seriously, "Fang Qingxue participated in the palace examination this year, most likely she is the number one scholar, at the age of 20, two poems from Mingzhou... can be called the talent of great Confucianism, the candidate for Holy Maiden!"

subsequently.

He focused on the poem on the inscription again, and said with a light smile, "This poem is really interesting and very arrogant. Next time you meet her, you have to have a good chat with her!"

"Hey!"

At this moment, a few scholars came down from the academy, saw Zhong Zizheng in front of the inscription tablet, and hurriedly shouted, "What are you doing? This is the inscription tablet of my Pingzhou Academy, and outsiders are not allowed to copy it!"

"Feel sorry!"

Zhong Zi was grinning, retreated two steps with a smile, and said to several academy scholars, "Are you students of Pingzhou Academy? I am..."

"You are the family member who received the letter, come over to express your condolences!" A disciple said first.

"Condolence?"

Zhong Zizheng guessed that Pingzhou Academy had encountered a demon chaos, and many scholars died.

He changed his mind... Anyway, he came to see the background of Pingzhou Academy.

By the way, condolences to the scholars who died in the demon chaos can be regarded as a little sympathy from the Holy Court.

"right!"

Zhong Zizheng nodded.

In this remote place, he decided it was better not to reveal his identity, so as not to disturb the scholars in Nanxiang Mansion.

After all, as a sub-sage disciple of Zhenguo Holy Academy, his status is too honorable for scholars.

I'm afraid that the deans of the other two major academies in Nanxiang Mansion will have to travel thousands of miles to worship.

"Xu Cheng, take this family member to the mourning hall of the academy to express condolences, and arrange a place to live..."

Wang Chun said to the bachelor beside him.

"Yes!"

A young scholar came out and said to Zhong Zi, "Uncle, please!"

"Thank you!"

Zhong Zizheng nodded slightly, and followed the scholar up the stone steps of the academy.

...

In a small courtyard near the foot of the mountain.

Li Wenbo was sitting by the bed, fanning lightly with a fan, seeing Lin Yi suddenly woke up, he hurriedly asked with concern, "Master, you woke up, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine!"

Lin Yi shook his head, and then said, "Elegy couplets are not enough, I'll write a few more, and you send them over!"

He was about to get out of bed, but as soon as he sat up, he felt dizzy.

"Father, enough is enough!"

Li Wenbo hurriedly stepped forward to support him, saying, "Those couplets, any one you take out, can pay homage to heaven and earth, and to their spirits in heaven!"

"Perhaps they have already seen the elegiac couplets written by Grandpa... and they don't want Grandpa to take any more risks. It's really enough!"

After the death of a scholar, the soul has a certain probability to stay in the world without cultivating the primordial spirit.

It's just that no one can see the soul, not even a scholar with a high Realm can see it after cultivating the primordial spirit.

But according to legend, during the burial, the emotional elegiac couplet resonates with the eulogy, and there is a great probability that the soul of the deceased will appear.

Let them see their relatives and friends for the last time, and go to blissful rebirth with peace of mind!

certainly.

It's just a legend!

Lin Yi sighed, this is not hypocrisy, but awe of the dead.

They are both bachelors of the academy, and their words about Master Lin still ring in their ears.

After death, are you still reluctant to write a few elegiac couplets?

"When they are buried, I will give them another ride!" Lin Yi said.

"it is good!"

Li Wenbo breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Lin Yi and said, "God, take a good rest! You have written those elegiac couplets, your body is full of talent, you still have to take the provincial examination, get fame, and be promoted to the eighth grade Liming Realm!"

"Otherwise, if I write any more poems and articles, my body will collapse!"

Lin Yi nodded and said, "After this incident, master the literary skills and set off for the capital of Nanxiang Prefecture!"

Li Wenbo smiled and said, "The timing is almost right. If you are promoted to the eighth rank and give birth to the Wen Palace, you will no longer have to worry about your talent spilling out!"

Lin Yi said, "Eight-rank life is a hurdle!"

Bapin Liming is to make scholars make great aspirations, and it is nothing more than to study for the people of the world.

Read books to slay demons.

Sincerity and sincerity resonate with Wen Dao, Wen Gong naturally came into being.

But Haoran's righteousness is different, and it is not so simple to establish a life.

"..."

Li Wenbo was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "For my master, it must be no problem!"

Lin Yi smiled.

Li Wenbo didn't disturb Lin Yi's rest anymore, he stood up and said, "Master, take a good rest, I'll go down to help first... No accidents, I will receive those relatives who came to express their condolences later!"

"it is good!"

Li Wenbo left the room, Lin Yi put on a Confucian shirt jacket, and walked out of the room to breathe.

From time to time, there were cries and sorrows and joys on the mountain.

Based on this situation, Lin suddenly had a feeling and said, "A tree with fallen leaves in a foreign country, a man in a lonely night with a cold lamp!"

"it is good!"

An excited and somewhat joyful voice sounded, and Zhong Zi was walking over quickly.

The academician leading the way hurriedly shouted, "Uncle, you are going in the wrong direction, the mourning hall is here!"

"???"

Lin Yi turned his head and saw Zhong Zi walking up to him, looking him up and down.

"Well, he's a good-looking talent, he can compose poetry, and he's still young, not bad!"

Zhong Zi is just a poet fanatic, when he heard the poem Lin Yi just read, he immediately had a strong liking for him.

Seeing that Zhong Zi was wearing a Confucian shirt, Lin Yi cupped his hands and asked, "Senior?"

"If you're senior or not, just call me Uncle Zhong!"

Zhong Zi was facing a scholar who could compose poetry, and he had no airs, but then he frowned and said, "Huh? How long have you been studying, how did you become enlightened at the ninth grade? This talent is not very good!"