I Become A Saint By Studying

"What illegitimate child? Master, he is not!"

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Li Wenbo immediately frowned, blushing and said, "As the saying goes, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, so Dean Zheng can give birth to an illegitimate child like my father? Dream on him!"

"It's not an illegitimate child, so why should you be his school boy for the rest of your life? You're out of your mind!"

Zhang Dong also admired Li Wenbo's talent very much, and cursed that iron could not be made into steel.

duang~

Li Wenbo slapped the table, and said with red eyes, "Why? Just because he has the qualifications of a sub-sage!"

"Only because of him made two poems on the inscription!"

"It's because of him that he wrote the poem on the plaque!"

"Just because of his talent, his brilliant pen, his writing is better than that of Chen Haoran!"

"Just relying on his elegiac couplet to move the world with love, and to move the heroic spirit with grief..."

belch!

After Li Wenbo finished these few words in one breath, he was agitated and drunk, and sat down on the chair staggeringly.

"Ah! This..."

"This……"

Zhang Dong was stunned, staring blankly at Li Wenbo, his body trembling slightly.

A few days ago, a vision was indeed born in Jinzhou, and Wen Dao Tianyin appeared.

He also asked Master Zhou if there was a great Confucian who lived in seclusion in Jinzhou.

did not expect……

But it was the boy in the Ninth Stage Enlightenment Realm.

"Wen Bo, don't you want to lie to me... huh? Sleeping?"

Zhang Dong came to his senses and planned to ask, but Li Wenbo fell asleep with a belch.

Zhang Dong shook his head and muttered, "This guy still hasn't gotten rid of his habit of drinking and bragging!"

...

A restaurant in Lindong County Yamen.

Park Guochang of Qingping Academy was sipping tea, and the sweet-looking talented woman behind him held his shoulders.

Sitting opposite was the handsome young man.

"Master, that monster is hiding now, I'm afraid he won't dare to come out!"

A murderous intent appeared in the handsome young man's eyes, and he said, "However, I have asked my juniors to investigate one by one in Nancheng, and if we find that guy Chen Zhongzhao, we will definitely capture him alive!"

"it is good!"

There was a cold light in Pu Guochang's eyes, and he said coldly, "This old man is going to dig out his heart, and pay homage to the spirit of my adopted son Pu Guo!"

Snapped!

The tea cup in Pu Guochang's hand was crushed directly, and Pu Guochang's body was full of killing intent.

"Disciple, go and supervise in person!"

The young man stood up, bowed to the cupped fist, and retreated.

After seeing the young man leave, Pu Guochang held down the shoulder-holding hand of the woman behind him.

Feeling the trembling of the delicate body behind him, a trace of desire appeared in Pu Guochang's eyes.

"Master...disciple!"

"what……"

Pu Guochang turned around and picked up the woman, threw her directly on the bed, and began to undress rudely.

The young man who left the room heard the sound of the shaking bed upstairs, and sneered, "This old thing really knows how to play! No wonder it taught people like Pu Guo... There are so many juniors in the academy who don't go to the academy, but they just like to play with other people's wives. Now Kick it to the iron plate!"

...

The young man who left the restaurant appeared in a certain house in Lindong County.

"Brother Qian!"

"Brother Qingshu!"

As soon as Qian Qingshu entered the house, several young men in white Confucian shirts came out.

"How is it? Is there any news about Chen Zhongzhao?" Qian Qingshu asked.

"Not yet, the brothers are all checking the yard one by one, there should be clues soon!"

A bachelor said.

Qian Qingshu nodded and said, "Remember, Master Pu wants to live!"

"Yes!"

The bachelor cupped fist then seemed to think of something, and asked, "By the way, Senior Brother Qingshu, those two buddies from Pingzhou Academy died, did they send someone here?"

Qian Qingshu sneered and said, "Pingzhou Academy, who is not a popular academy, can send someone? One is ninth grade, one is seventh grade!"

"These two buddies are also miserable. In order to switch to our Qingping Academy, they went to be Pu Guo's book boys. Now it's all right. They ruined their daughter-in-law and lost their lives!"

The maester sneered.

"Those trash!"

Qian Qingshu smiled, and then ordered, "Go and follow up, and tell them not to mess around. Zhang Dong is not a guy to mess with. If something goes wrong, don't blame the academy for not recognizing anyone!"

"Yes!"

Several bachelor cupped fist took orders and left the house.

...

In the backyard of the Lindong County Government, Lin Yi lights up the lamp to read at night.

"Reading can indeed increase talent, but it is very limited, and it is not righteous!"

Lin Yi put down the book, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and murmured in a low voice, "Could it be that only by reading the poems and articles of the previous life can one be born with righteousness?"

Think about it.

"Wenbo! Researching ink..."

Just as Lin Yi opened his mouth, he remembered that Li Wenbo was drunk and sleeping soundly in the next room.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he grinds the ink himself.

"In the Book of Songs, the poem "Guanju" is the one I remember most! Try it?"

Lin Yi picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, and began to write.

"Guanguan Jujiu, in the river continent. A fair lady, a gentleman is so good..."

Lin Yi is immersed in this state, and the talents of heaven and earth are condensed on the tip of the pen and blended into the poems on the rice paper.

A faint golden glow emerges from the font.

Soon, Lin Yi discovered the talent in his body and began to transform into a golden aura of righteousness.

"Sure enough!"

Lin Yi thought to himself.

After writing, Lin Yi discovered that the poems of "Guan Ju" showed signs of talent coming out of the body.

Quickly put away the poem.

To receive is to seal.

Under normal circumstances, poems and articles do not appear in the world, and basically do not cause literary visions.

Only when it unfolds will the vision manifest and the talent will take on weight.

"Without an eight-rank life, I cannot absorb the talent contained in Guan Ju. For the time being, let's treat it as a calligraphy, lest I really encounter a demon and be unable to parry it!"

The reason why Lin Yi thought of writing poetry was not on a whim.

One is to gather awe-inspiring righteousness.

The second is to make calligraphy.

If it weren't for the burst of talent in his body, he wouldn't be able to continue writing poems and articles.

Otherwise, he would have to make a few sets of ink treasures, and at critical moments, he would leapfrog to kill the enemy!

...

next morning.

Boom!

Boom!

When it was still daylight, there was a sudden sound of dull drums in the county government office.

Lin Yi sat up suddenly from the bed, with a look of shock in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Someone is beating the drums to appeal for grievances, and some scholars are oppressing ordinary people, using writing to disrupt the law!"

Lin Yi has read the books, Dayan has set up prefectures, prefectures and counties all over the world since the founding of the country.

At the same time, in order to prevent scholars from messing with the law with writing, there is a drum outside each yamen.

This drum is specially set up for the people of the world.

If there are scholars who oppress the common people and use writing to disrupt the law, then this drum will be sounded.

As the chief official of the yamen, he must meet in person, investigate the facts, and return justice to the people.

If the head of the yamen shields the scholars, or handles them perfunctorily, the common people can still go to the state capital, the capital city, or the emperor's feet in the capital to beat them!

His Majesty Dayan will personally hear the case!

Under normal circumstances, random knocking is absolutely not allowed, otherwise it will be punished for three generations.

"Drums, drums...someone beat the drums to complain!"

hum!

In the backyard of the yamen, Zhang Dong, who was still a little drunk, suddenly sat up when he heard the sound of the drum.

His gaze was like lightning, and a terrifying majesty suddenly emerged from his body.

"Disrupt the law with writing, kill!"

Zhang Dong got out of bed and quickly put on his official uniform, without any hint of drunkenness, he solemnly put on his official hat with both hands, and walked out the door!