I Become A Saint By Studying

Lin Yi is in a good mood.

No matter how simple Ninth Grade Literature and Art is, it is also a compulsory item in the provincial examination. It must be a good thing to be able to master it so quickly.

"Li Wenbo won the first place in the provincial examination back then, and his literary Realm should be at least the second-level literary realm..."

There are quite a few scholars in Nanxiang Mansion taking part in the provincial examination. If they want to stand out, the first-level book environment is obviously not enough.

"practice!"

Lin Yi continued to practice.

But he felt that it was like the first level of book environment, and he succeeded without any difficulty.

Why not just try the second-level context?

Lin Yi thought for a while, picked up the Qinglang pen, and silently recited the literary art of 'Chaotic Rain and Flying Flowers' in his heart.

Then, with his eyes fixed, he moved his energy to the tip of Qinglang's pen, and the pen flew like a snake, writing the word 'water' in the void.

The word "water" hangs in the air.

In an instant, it was transformed into dozens of small characters, which were exactly the content of Luan Yu Fei Hua, and they were shot towards the wall densely.

Duo!

Duo!

...

In an instant, the wall of the room was smashed into twenty large transparent holes.

The power is several times stronger than the first layer.

"This……"

Made it again?

Lin Yi is a little confused, usually at the second level of writing, at least one or two years of hard work is required.

But he can do it easily.

What went wrong?

"It's mentioned in the True Explanation of Wen Dao that the story of Saint enlightening scholars is similar to how a fairy caresses my head, knotting hair and receiving longevity..."

"Could it be that when He Weijun asked for the Holy Judgment, Saint's remembrance, could it be that he enlightened me?"

The more Lin Yi thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

Otherwise it cannot be explained.

and.

When suppressing and killing Chen Haoran, it was also the universe that gave off purple energy, and the purple energy came out of the saint's feet, directly destroying Chen Haoran's spirit and form.

Lin Yi shook his head.

I plan to go back and ask Li Wenbo.

Then he took out the Dayan Wen Dao book and began to read it.

Talent also grows imperceptibly...

...

The moon and stars are rare.

The main hall of the academy.

Zhong Zi was making a private visit in disguise, and walked here with his hands behind his back.

"Fang Qingxue's ability to write poems on the inscription has a lot to do with the atmosphere of reading. I wonder how about the poems on the inscription in the main hall of the academy?"

Zhong Zi was entering the main hall of the academy with a smile, and was taken aback for a moment.

"This……"

The main hall of the academy is in a mess at the moment.

There are broken tables and chairs everywhere.

The cracks on several pillars can reach into a palm.

"There is a fourth rank gentleman's talent left, who did it?"

Zhong Zi was frowning.

Looking up at the plaque hanging in the main hall, my body shivered for no reason...

He stared at the poem on the inscription on the plaque in a daze, feeling numb all over his body.

"It's such a good sentence that you are not afraid of being broken into pieces, and you want to stay innocent in the world..."

"This poem is enough to breed courage, can make scholars correct their attitude towards life, breed a fearless and awe-inspiring righteousness, and can inspire scholars even more!"

After Zhong Zizheng said a few good words in succession, a bright light appeared in his eyes.

the poem.

The language is simple and natural, without refinement, borrowing things to describe people, holding things in one's heart, the brushwork is concise, done in one go, and has a strong appeal...

"This is Fang Qingxue's handwriting, a genius, a genius who appears once in a thousand years..."

"If the Holy Court can get this girl, why worry about writing and dao not being able to create more glory?"

"The imperial examination... I hope Your Majesty will not allow this kind of talent to enter the Imperial Academy. She should be in the Holy Academy and set an example for the world's scholars!"

Zhong Zi was agitated, his body trembling slightly.

He hasn't seen this kind of poetry for many years, and even he has been greatly infected.

genius!

Wizards!

Fortunately for Wen Dao!

As a third rank Confucian, Zhong Zizheng has long been able to control his emotions freely.

Never make outrageous moves and behaviors easily.

But since he came to Pingzhou Academy, he lost control of his emotions several times and couldn't help himself.

"What is Fang Qingxue's handwriting?"

"Let everyone in the world set an example? This is not wrong!"

At this moment, Li Wenbo's voice sounded.

Zhong Zizheng frowned slightly, turned his head to look, and saw Li Wenbo and several bachelors walking quickly into the main hall of the academy.

Bad eyes.

"Ah!"

Zhong Zi was chuckling in his heart, but before he opened his mouth, Li Wenbo said with displeasure, "Uncle, although you are a relative of a bachelor of the Academy, but the Academy is important, please don't walk around..."

"You are also a scholar, you should know the rules of the academy, don't hurt your friendship!"

Li Wenbo looked up at the poem on the inscription plaque, and quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

Luckily it wasn't stolen.

"Ha ha!"

Zhong Zi was shaking his head and laughing.

No one had dared to talk to him like this before, so he thought it was interesting, so he smiled lightly and said, "Okay, it's Uncle Meng Lang, let's go now!"

He walked towards the outside of the hall.

Li Wenbo and several bachelors stared at him covetously.

The expression on his face was as ugly as eating fly droppings.

The poem on the inscription in the academy was actually peeped by outsiders.

It's so irritating.

"Senior brother, this person has peeped into Master Lin's poem on the plaque, do you want to..."

A bachelor made a gesture of wiping his neck with his hands.

"no!"

Li Wenbo scolded softly, "He is a relative or friend of a dead junior brother, is this something that people do?"

"What did you say?"

At this moment, Zhong Zizheng, who had already left the main hall, suddenly appeared in front of Li Wenbo and others.

A powerful coercion was released from his body.

"what!"

"!!"

Li Wenbo and the other bachelors were taken aback.

this speed...

At the same time, Zhong Zizheng's coercion made them feel palpitations.

This person is not simple!

"me……"

The bachelor who asked if he wanted to wipe Zhong Zizheng's neck turned pale instantly.

He looked at Li Wenbo for help.

"Idiot...can a scholar of this age be simple?"

Li Wenbo cursed secretly in his heart.

But as the fourth in the academy, he still stood up bravely.

"Uncle, the poem on the inscription plaque is of great significance to the academy, outsiders are not allowed to peek at it, but you have already exceeded the rules..."

Li Wenbo guarded the scholar behind him, staring at Zhong Zizheng indifferently.

After all, it was Zhong Zi who was breaking the rules.

If the person in front of him dares to hurt others, the three most powerful men in Nanxiang Mansion are all here, and he will definitely be unable to bear it.

"Hahaha!"

Zhong Zizheng was taken aback for a moment, but then he understood. He looked at Li Wenbo with a smile, and said, "Don't worry, uncle didn't mean anything malicious, but just wanted to know... who is the Master Lin that the scholar mentioned just now?"

"Isn't the poem on the inscription written by Fang Qingxue?"

Zhong Zizheng was too impressed with this name.

during the day.

The bachelors of Pingzhou Academy mentioned that those couplets that moved the world seemed to be written by Master Lin.

Now I heard this extraordinary poem on the inscription, which was also written by Master Lin.

He finally couldn't hold back.

If it is said that the poem on the plaque was not written by Fang Qingxue, then the poem on the plaque with the same handwriting...

It must have also come from the hands of this mysterious Master Lin.

This person.

Who is it?

How can he be so talented?

With such talent, why have I never heard of it?

Call~

Li Wenbo heaved a sigh of relief with the bachelor.

"Yes, this poem on the plaque was not written by Senior Sister Fang!"

Li Wenbo nodded, and then said solemnly, "It was made by Master Lin!"

"It just so happens that I am..."

Li Wenbo originally wanted to brew his emotions.

But before he finished speaking, Zhong Zizheng was already impatient and asked suspiciously, "You?"