I Become A Saint By Studying

"This qualification is not good enough!"

Zhong Zizheng shook his head, a little disappointed.

Poetry talent is good, but literary aptitude is not good, and it is destined that both poetry and literary talent will hardly achieve too high achievements.

Lin Yi has heard similar words like this several times, and has become numb, and said with a light smile, "If you don't have enough qualifications, then work hard to make up for it!"

He cupped his hands slightly, then turned and went back to the yard, ready to practice literature.

I thought that this Zhong Zizheng should be a dead relative of a bachelor who was also a scholar.

"No matter how hard you work, it's hard..."

Zhong Zizheng sighed and lost interest when he saw Lin Yi returning to the yard.

Follow the academy disciples to the mourning hall.

"A tree with fallen leaves from a foreign land, a man alone in the cold night!"

Zhong Zi was savoring this poem carefully, and praised him very much: "There is an old saying in Dayan that a tree is a thousand feet tall, and Ye Luo returns to its roots. This boy has infiltrated his homesickness and heartache into the poem. There is a cold word and a single word." , really desolate and lonely..."

"He is a poetic person! It's a pity that the literary talent is too poor, so it is difficult to make achievements..."

Zhong Zizheng couldn't help feeling sorry, and casually asked the bachelor leading the way, "How long has that bachelor been studying?"

Xu Cheng shook his head and said, "Not very clear!"

There is no need to tell outsiders about the things in the academy, these are all the secrets of the academy.

Zhong Zizheng smiled.

Do not say?

But he didn't force it either.

...

Outside the mourning hall of the academy.

He Weijun and He Wancheng stood on the edge of a cliff in the distance.

He Weijun looked at Yuan Shan and said, "Dean He called He over here, why?"

He Wancheng said in a deep voice, "Dean He, to tell you something from the bottom of your heart, what is Lin Yi's identity? What do you know?"

"I knew you were going to ask this!"

He Weijun turned his head to look at He Wancheng, and said with a sneer, "But do you think this old man will tell you?"

He patted He Wancheng on the shoulder, and said, "For the sake of you and I being the masters of the Nanxiang Mansion Academy, let me remind you... Make friends with him, and hope to enter the third rank!"

"what!"

He Wancheng's mind was shocked, it was even more terrifying than he imagined.

Tawen Palace has no possibility of growth, the fourth rank has come to an end, and it is almost impossible to enter the third rank.

Although there is only a Realm difference between the third rank Confucian and the fourth rank gentleman, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

Without particularly great opportunities and qualifications, it is impossible to achieve third rank.

"As for why, it's inconvenient to tell you!"

He Weijun turned and left.

But at this moment, he seemed to see something, his body was shocked, rubbed his eyes, and exclaimed in a low voice, "No way? This, this, this..."

"What's so good...well, well..."

He Wancheng also followed his gaze, his legs became weak at that time, and his speech became awkward.

The whole person almost fell off the edge of the cliff.

call!

He was short of breath, and stared blankly at Zhong Zizheng who appeared outside the mourning hall.

"Why did Master Zhong come to Pingzhou Academy in person? Monster Qi is gone, he has no reason to come here..."

He Weijun doesn't know the purpose of Zhong Zizheng's visit, but he guesses... Could it be that Lin Yi's identity as Yasheng has something to do with the Holy Court?

Obediently!

This is a great opportunity at hand.

He Weijun didn't stop, and walked quickly towards Zhong Zizheng.

He Wancheng didn't dare to neglect, he patted the dust off his body, and walked quickly.

"Hush!"

Zhong Zizheng had spotted the two of them a long time ago and shook his head.

Signaled them not to reveal his identity.

He Weijun and He Wancheng stopped and looked at each other.

"Master Zhong came to offer his condolences in person, and he didn't want to reveal his identity, saying that he didn't come for punishment. Then why did he come? Do I need to say more now?"

He Weijun said in a low voice.

He Wancheng nodded, expressing his understanding, and his mind was greatly shocked.

Coming for Lin Yi?

Yes!

It must be for Lin Yi, as for why...does it matter?

The important thing is to befriend Lin Yi!

The result will be known in the future!

...

Zhong Zi is entering the mourning hall.

As a relative of the deceased academician, condolences were offered, and Wang Chun, who was kneeling on the ground, wept loudly.

Zhong Zi stepped forward to help him up, and patted his hand, "Condolences!"

He then stepped back, also with a heavy heart.

Twenty-three scholars, if they say no, they will be gone. This is the loss of the Holy Academy, and even more so, the loss of Wen Dao.

"Master Lin not only writes good poems, but this elegiac couplet is even more amazing! The love moves the world, and the grief moves the heroes!"

"Do you see that my eyes are swollen? My tears have dried up, but I still can't help crying!"

"May the spirits of these junior brothers in heaven, through Master Lin's elegiac couplet, see our memory of him!"

poetry?

elegiac couplet?

Just as Zhong Zi was about to leave the mourning hall, he heard many scholars not far away copying something.

"Sorrowing the heroic spirit? Who is this Master Lin? There is no such person in the funeral home of the Holy Academy!"

Zhong Zizheng became suspicious.

Elegy couplets are easy to write, but you can write elegiac couplets that move the world, and even grief can win over heroic spirits, except for those old guys in the funeral home of the Holy Academy...

No one has been able to do it yet.

The key poems are still well written!

"I do not believe!"

Zhong Zi was walking over and looked closely at the two elegiac couplets.

"I still read thousands of volumes of poems and books, who can I talk to for a while?"

"Learning to be rich, carving dragons and cultivating the sky, talents relying on horses and stars to fall into the world"

It was fine if Zhong Zi didn't look at it, but when he saw it, his mood was immediately affected, and his eyes showed signs of redness.

But then he forcibly suppressed it, and exclaimed in his heart, "Sure enough, you are really good at writing, this elegiac couplet is a must! Even Zhong was almost recruited, who is this Master Lin?"

"Family and friends have finished expressing their condolences, please stay in the guest courtyard, and see them off when they are buried tomorrow!"

At this moment, the dean Zheng Zhiqiu came to Zhong Zizheng.

"Are you the dean?" Zhong Zi said rightly.

"Old man Zheng Zhiqiu is the dean of this Pingzhou Academy. This time the academy encountered a catastrophe, and this old man feels deeply guilty..."

Zheng Zhiqiu felt ashamed.

Worried that the relatives and friends of the deceased bachelor would suddenly attack.

Zhong Zizheng said, "Dean Zheng doesn't need to blame himself. After the investigation of this matter, the Holy Academy will make its own decision..."

"what?"

Zheng Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, you are a relative of a bachelor, what are you doing in the Holy Court?

Humiliate me Zheng someone?

"Uh... Zhong means that the Holy Academy will not forget the deaths of these bachelors."

Zhong Zizheng does not want to reveal his identity.

He came here to see what is unique about the academy that cultivated Fang Qingxue.

Poems are so well written.

It is not his task to investigate why Pingzhou Academy is haunted by demons.

"Have a heart!"

Zheng Zhiqiu nodded, thinking, not to mention whether the Holy Court will forget, at least don't let him suffer too much crime!

subsequently.

Zhong Zizheng didn't stay in the mourning hall for too long, so he was taken to a room in the guest courtyard to rest.

Nothing to do.

Zhong Zizheng decided to take a walk around Pingzhou Academy to feel the environment and atmosphere that cultivated a talented woman like Fang Qingxue.

Boom!

Boom!

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Come in!" Zhong Zi glanced at the door and knew who was coming.

He Weijun and He Wancheng pushed the door open and entered.

The moment they saw Zhong Zizheng, the two immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed, "Student Junji Academy Dean He Weijun (He Wancheng, Dean of Qingping Academy), pay homage to Master Zhong Zi!"