I Become A Saint By Studying

"What do you call him?"

Zhong Zizheng was moved.

At this moment, he remembered the scene when he first met Lin Yi.

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

This is a poem that Lin Yi recited at that time, and he still remembers it clearly.

At that time, he said that Lin Yi's qualifications were not good, and he was not optimistic about him.

But at this moment.

He just wanted to confirm whether the 'Master' mentioned by Li Wenbo was the 'Master Lin' mentioned by the scholars of Pingzhou Academy.

"Uncle, don't you ask knowingly?"

Li Wenbo saw that he had slipped his tongue, so he didn't hide any more, pointed at Lin and said, "Here, Master Lin you want to meet...is him!"

"what!"

hum!

Zhong Zizheng was numb all over.

The poem of the inscription.

The poem on the plaque...

Is it from this young man who was underestimated by him and sighed that he has no future?

"Yes, it's him, it's him... He said that the qualifications are not enough, and he can only make up for it with diligence, which completely fits the academic verse on the inscription!"

Zhong Zizheng exclaimed in his heart, and he no longer had any doubts.

He turned to look at Li Wenbo and asked in surprise, "He can also write lyrics?"

Elegy couplets and poems can't carry your talent?

Don't even let go of words?

"Ah!"

Li Wenbo looked at Zhong Zizheng disdainfully, and said, "It's not just words, my father can also write articles... not much worse than poetry!"

"what!"

Zhong Zi was dumbfounded.

I only felt a numbness in the soles of my feet, running down my thighs towards Tianling Gai.

He exclaimed in his heart, "It's fine if you don't let the words go, but the articles...have to be taken?"

...

Lin Yi, wearing a white Confucian shirt, walked towards the cemetery.

Although young, his stature is extremely tall.

All the masters and scholars stared at him solemnly.

This is Master Lin.

The literary talent who wrote the poems on the inscriptions and the poems on the inscriptions.

They are nervous and apprehensive.

The few elegiac couplets I wrote before touched the world, but now... can I even write the eulogy at my fingertips?

He Weijun stroked his beard and smiled lightly, "The old man guessed that this scene will happen, it's nothing, he can't solve it!"

He Wancheng fell silent.

at the same time.

Lin Yi walked to Zheng Zhiqiu's side.

Zheng Zhiqiu's voice trembled a little, and he whispered, "Lin Yi, you...you saved the academy and this old man!"

"How can the dean forget this? Fortunately, the disciple also prepared a copy in advance!"

Lin Yi said.

This is not a trivial matter, but a major matter in etiquette.

"Isn't this old man not very good at it? I asked Dean He to help prepare a copy, but who knows..."

Zheng Zhiqiu blushed, and then he quickly slipped aside and said, "I'll leave the eulogy to you!"

"..."

Lin Yi was silent, he didn't expect Zheng Zhiqiu to run so fast.

"Who are you? Can you represent the dean of the academy? Can you read the eulogy?"

"You brat, don't fool us with a few random words!"

"Yes, I heard that the eulogy can bring the soul of the dead back to life, and see us one last time... If we can't do it, we will never stop!"

"My son can't just go into the ground like this, he won't be safe!"

The emotions of the family members were on the verge of agitation and collapse.

Each of them hugged the urn tightly, crying heartbreakingly.

Lin Yi watched them quietly.

The mood is also a little heavy.

"Junior Lin Yi, a bachelor of Pingzhou Academy, it is a great honor to be honored by my late classmate, Bachelor Lin!"

"The academy suffered such a catastrophe a few days ago, I was shocked to hear the sad news, and my heart is very sad!"

Lin Yi said loudly.

The cemetery fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

The morning breeze is slightly cool.

The cemetery is bleak.

"The sky is condensed, the spring is cold, the cold wind is howling, the sorrow and joy are low, the sky is crying, and the earth is sad!"

"The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows."

"Today is the time when the twenty-three deceased classmates climbed mountains and died forever. I will commemorate them with eulogies and commemorate them..."

Lin Yi's voice echoed in the cemetery and floated in the mountains.

Zheng Zhiqiu's eyes were dull, as if he had opened the door to a new world...

The two principals, He Weijun and He Wancheng, also opened their mouths slightly at this time, looking at Lin Yi as if he was not a teenager.

right!

How could he be a teenager?

He is a sub-sage.

As it should be!

He will eventually break and stand.

He will eventually achieve the holy position of first rank!

Zhong Zi was short of breath, his eyes sparkled, and he murmured in a low voice, "The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows... Good words, good words!"

"This word should be incomplete. If it is complete, it will definitely be a good word above Mingzhou!"

Swish!

Lin Yi unfolded the rice paper, and for a moment there was energy on the paper. Unmoved, he said loudly, "Cang Zhengmin, who has no parents? Supporting and supporting, fearing that they will die. Who has no brothers? Like feet like hands. Who has no parents?" Husband and wife? Like guests and friends. What kindness is there in life, and why should I be blamed for killing?"

woo woo~

Along with Lin Yi's eulogy, there was a sudden wind in the mountains of the cemetery.

Clouds gathered.

A thick breath filled the air.

The family members of the bachelor who had stopped crying could not help feeling sad again when they heard the eulogy.

Crash!

The wreath elegiac couplets moved into the cemetery are rustled by the wind.

The thin rice paper is stronger than cloth.

There seems to be some shocking change brewing in the world...

When Zhong Zi saw this scene, his hairs stood on end, and his eyes were full of disbelief...

"No... Impossible, those old fellows in the funeral home of the Holy Academy have spent their entire lives trying to find the possibility of heroic spirits appearing in the elegiac couplets and eulogies, but they have never succeeded..."

"This can't be done without manpower, only literature and Taoism can do it!"

Lin Yi didn't notice these changes in the world, and still said loudly, "It's still there, no one knows about it. People may have something to say, but believe it or doubt it. If you have a heart, you can see it when you sleep. Pour your wine and cry for Tianya. Heaven and Earth For sorrow, the grass and trees are sad. If there is no hanging and sacrifice, there will be no support for the spirit."

Crash!

At this moment, the elegiac couplets that had been glued to the wreath suddenly burst into brilliance.

At the same time, the rice paper in Lin Yi's hand, and the eulogy written by the Qinglang pen, also have brilliance coming out of the paper, and the energy of the world is surging, coagulating and not dispersing.

"This is?"

Lin Yi was surprised, and guessed that the eulogy might be the reason why the eulogy became a calligraphy under the pen of Azure Dragon.

But the eulogy couldn't stop, he continued to read, "Whooooh! The time is right? It's been like this since ancient times! What can I do for it..."

"The soul is back!"

Rumble!

As soon as the voice fell, the sky suddenly resounded with thunder.

The talent of heaven and earth aroused by dozens of elegiac couplets and eulogies intertwined and turned into a pillar of talent, which went straight to the sky, and a hole was directly poked out of the dark cloud.

Beams of light shone down from the clouds.

Like a holy light shining on the world.

The family members of the bachelors who were holding clay pots of ashes watched this scene in a daze.

It is as if the vision transformed by the talent of the elegiac couplet and the eulogy is sending off their lost love.

"father!"

Suddenly, a little girl suddenly knelt on the ground, looked at a beam of light illuminated by the clouds, stretched out her hands, and wailed loudly, "Daddy! Daddy..."

Everyone followed the little girl's gaze, and all of them immediately showed expressions like seeing a ghost.

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