I Become A Saint By Studying

"Next sentence!"

Fu Xuezheng's body trembled slightly, trying to restrain his impulse, his eyes were fixed on Lin Yi.

Can't wait to pry Lin Yi's mouth open to see what the next half of the sentence is?

"Mochou..."

Lin Yi just thought about it, but saw the eyes of those bachelors in the restaurant, revealing greed and excitement.

'If you can't read it out, these people are almost rotten to the core. I respect Xuezheng's temperament and literati style, and feel that when he leaves office, this gift is the greatest recognition for him...but it's not for these guys to pick it up. cheap'

Lin Yi didn't continue talking, and cupped fist said, "Master Xuezheng, please forgive the students for not being able to write the second half of the poem for a while, but I hope that Master Xuezheng will leave tomorrow, and the students will see him off again, and I will present you with the whole poem!"

He's not that stupid.

This poem, which is at least around Mingzhou, was prostituted by Su Tong and other scholars for nothing.

This is impossible!

"Can't you do it?"

"How can it not be done?"

Fu Yuheng's eyes were blank, and his whole body became distraught.

He can feel that this poem...is absolutely not bad, and even completely fits his current state of mind.

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

Perfectly suited to the situation!

Lin Yi picked up the Confucian robe and crown that Fu Yuheng had taken off, dusted off the dust, walked up to Fu Yuheng, and said, "Master Xuezheng, it's snowing outside, why don't you leave tomorrow!"

Then he handed the Confucian robe to Fu Yuheng.

Fu Yuheng looked pained. He thought that his education in politics had failed, and he was not worthy of this set of Confucian robes and crowns.

He is ashamed of the sages and teachers, ashamed of the Holy Academy, and even more ashamed of the Dayan court, where he lives and lives.

"yes!"

Fu Yuheng turned his head to look outside the restaurant, and murmured, "It's snowing, so my heart must be cold!"

He shook his head and sighed, and patted Lin Yi on the shoulder, full of encouragement.

"Leave tomorrow!"

Fu Yuheng agreed to Lin Yi, then turned and left.

The figure disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Inspector!"

Then several assistants quickly chased after him.

Lin Yi looked at Li Wenbo, who was still in a daze, and shouted, "Wenbo, let's go too!"

"Ah... oh, good!"

Li Wenbo just came back to his senses, and hurriedly followed.

The two left the restaurant.

Those bachelors who were disappointed, regretful and terrified stood up one after another at this time, each with complicated expressions.

Are they... wrong?

Do not!

They are right!

If people are not for themselves, heaven and earth will perish!

...

in the snow.

The two figures walked side by side.

"Master, you must have made that poem, you just don't want those dogs to know, right?"

Li Wenbo didn't have the slightest affection for those scholars.

It is estimated that Lin Yi's heart-to-heart words could not wake them up at all.

Some people are like that.

"kindness!"

Lin Yi nodded, looking at the sky full of snow, feeling a lot of emotions for a while, said, "Master Xuezheng is an admirable person, and he is also a scholar, but why is there such a big gap?"

"We study and practice, slay demons and eliminate demons, and keep the country safe, isn't it for the common people in the world?"

"Since it is for the sake of the common people, why do you want to oppress those common people?"

"I plead for the people, what is wrong? What right do they have to accuse me?"

"Since I came down the mountain, I have become more and more hostile, and I hate Qian Qingwen, Zhong Wuyue and other scholars more and more!"

"Fortunately..."

Lin Yi heard the veterans who were brought to meet by the commander of Longweidu, with a smile on his face, "Fortunately, there are a group of people who have always warmed me... Let me believe that there is still hope in this world!"

"Grandfather!"

Li Wenbo felt uncomfortable, he knew that Lin Yi could achieve such great ambitions.

What happened to those common people was no less than a knife, bit by bit gouging out his heart.

"Hahaha! It's much more comfortable to say it..."

Lin Yi suddenly burst into laughter in the snow, knelt down, rolled out a small snowball, and smashed it on Li Wenbo, "Come on, let's have a snowball fight!"

Tears welled up in Li Wenbo's eyes in an instant, and he cried and laughed loudly, "Come, see my seventh-rank snowball!"

He quickly rolled out a snowball and hit Lin Yi.

Lin Yi dodged, and suddenly said in surprise, "Wen Bo, your pants fell off!"

"what?"

boom!

Lin Yi quickly grabbed the snowball and smashed it on Li Wenbo's head, then walked away.

"Grandpa, you are cheating!"

...

On the teahouse opposite Yunge Restaurant, the Commander of Long Weidu in a windbreaker looked at Lin Yi and Lin Yi who were fighting in the snow.

"That's right, you and His Majesty have the same heart, there is still hope in the world, there is still hope in Dayan..."

Yan Shuangwu waved his hands and said, "Yuzhi!"

Long San took the imperial paper, pen and ink from Long Wei, and handed it to the desk in front of Yan Shuangwu.

Yan Shuangwu began to write in ink, writing down everything that happened to Lin Yi in detail.

And report it to His Majesty who is far away in the imperial palace in the capital.

...

After Lin Yi and Li Wenbo returned to the restaurant covered in snow, they wiped off a little.

Lin Yi then walked to the desk, took out the low-grade Wenbao Qinglang set, and said, "Wenbo, studying ink, I want to make friends with Fu Xuezheng, and use poetry as a gift!"

Lin Yi thought clearly.

He admires Fu Xuezheng's personality and character, so he hopes that one day in the future, Fu Xuezheng can continue to shine.

To add hope to this world.

"Okay, when I won Jieyuan, it was Master Xuezheng who personally bestowed me with fame, and I have a teacher-student relationship with me. Let's send him on the road together tomorrow!"

Li Wenbo nodded and began to study ink.

"..."

Lin Yi froze for a moment.

This is really a 'nice word' from Li Wenbo.

soon.

Li Wenbo studied ink well, with a look of anticipation on his face.

That poem... definitely Mingzhou.

Without any hesitation, Lin Yi picked up the Qinglang pen, circulated the awe-inspiring righteousness on the tip of the pen, dipped the ink and began to write, "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow..."

hiss!

Looking at Lin Yi's brilliant handwriting, Li Wenbo gasped again and again.

His body was trembling with excitement, and at the same time he knew that the most critical time had come...

"Mochou has no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows the king!"

The moment Lin Yi put pen to paper, the rice paper, as expected, burst into bright golden light.

A golden pillar of talent shot straight into the sky.

hum!

The talent of heaven and earth gathered in the sky above the restaurant, condensing into an auspicious cloud of talent, and a special wave spread out directly centered on Lin Yi.

when~

Wen Dao Tianyin resounded in the auspicious clouds of talent, and the Wen Dao cultivators with a radius of hundreds of miles in Nanxiang Mansion could hear it clearly!

At this moment, the snow is falling more and more.

Swish!

"Wen Dao Tian Yin, talent Ming Zhou!"

The Commander of the Dragon Guards changed his expression, looked in the direction of the wave, and was stunned for a moment, "It seems to be Lin Yi..."

The corners of Yan Shuangwu's mouth twitched slightly, and the depths of his eyes were full of shock.

As far as he knows, this is not his first song.

This poetic talent... Will His Majesty feel ashamed?

at the same time.

The scholars in the capital city of Nanxiang Prefecture also heard this Wendao Tianyin, and all of them looked shocked.

They never expected that in the capital city of Nanxiang Prefecture, there would be a poetic poem that is so talented and famous.

What a great fortune!

The famous Su Mansion.

Su Tong was wearing a sable coat, and said emotionally, "Which great Confucian wrote it?"

The old man in green beside him shook his head and said, "It's not a great Confucian, this Xue...has an aura of talent."

"Could it be..."

Su Tong was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly clenched his fists.

How could it be him?

Why!

"It doesn't have to be him, I will check tomorrow!" The old man in Tsing Yi said with a blank expression.

Inspector House.

Fu Yuheng, with his hands behind his back, looked in a certain direction, his eyes were full of talent, and when he heard the Wendao Tianyin, his body trembled uncontrollably.

"I've heard about Lin Yi's poetic talent for a long time, but I didn't expect...it's really evil, but this gift...I'm afraid I can't afford it!"

Fu Yuheng hesitated in his heart, but he was happy but also knew that this poem was priceless.