I Become A Saint By Studying

"how come?"

The holy son Li Xiyang looked moved and began to panic in his heart. He didn't expect Lin Yi to compose two Mingzhou poems in succession.

If there are no three poems and articles above Mingzhou in the next literary competition, Lin Yi may really win the first prize.

Teng Wang Lin Yunying was so excited that she was about to cry, "Your Majesty, the imperial nephew's gift is too heavy, and I don't have anything valuable to give..."

Lin Yunhong was very pleased, and said, "I will take some money from the internal treasury at that time. If I didn't know that your money is spent on the welfare of the people, I would not bother to help you."

There is no silver in the inner treasury, and there are some imperial gifts left by the Supreme Emperor, which can be given to the emperor's son.

He is so handsome!

"Young Master Lin..."

Miss Ningxiang, who doesn't even put in one's eyes to the Holy Son of the General Holy Court, has developed a deep admiration for Lin Yi at this time.

She conceived the idea of ​​inviting Lin Yi to be her guest of honor.

The pretty face couldn't help but blush slightly.

Although Mr. Lin is a little younger, but...it is better than older ones.

"Miss Ningxiang, continue, the ink is a little thin, I will use a bigger move later..."

Lin Yi's purpose is not to defeat Li Shengzi.

In the part of the Secret Technique for the past, he has not yet To put Li Xiyang in one’s eyes. He has only one purpose, and that is to pave the way for tomorrow’s grand court meeting.

certainly.

There is also a little selfishness, he really fell in love with the Demonic Beasts that Li Shengzi was pulling the cart.

So Li Xiyang is just a stepping stone to his fame.

'It's a bit miserable! '

Lin Yi thought so in his heart, but naturally there was no sympathy in his heart, and he even wanted to step him into the dust.

Of course, based on strength, it is definitely impossible to do it now, but in terms of dancing and writing, it is difficult for the other party to play Tang poetry and Song poetry...

"what?"

Miss Ningxiang was startled, and asked tentatively, "Come again?"

"Otherwise? One more song, one more First Stage insurance, and win steadily." Lin Yi just happens to be in the mood for poetry right now.

He can't wait to 'transport' all the poems related to Yueyang Tower, so that these literati and bachelors can see the literati talent of my great China.

It is a treasure in the history of Chinese literature.

"It's... not over yet?"

A bachelor who is good at poetry couldn't sit still, his scalp felt numb from Lin Yixiu.

Two Mingzhou poems, what else do you want?

Du Pi, the saint of poetry, turned pale, with deep fear in his eyes. He felt that he was living in Lin Yi's shadow.

Yang Zining, the No. 1 Scholar of the Seventh Son of the Holy Academy, lost his composure from calm to now, and his hands under the Confucian shirt trembled slightly.

"Two songs, with my current perception and state of mind, I may be able to make them if I immerse myself in Yueyang Tower, but three... difficult!"

Yang Zining looked at senior brother Li Xiyang, and said with talent, "Senior brother Li, please apologize to Lin Jieyuan!"

The Shadowless Beast is of great significance to the Holy Academy, after all, it is the Saint mount of the Holy Academy.

If he loses to Lin Yi, the teacher may not spare Li Xiyang lightly.

"impossible!"

Li Xiyang's eyes were red, and he said with a ferocious expression, "Anyway, you have to come up with two Mingzhou poems. I want my soul to understand the past and present, and find out from the long river of history the unhanded down texts of Guanfu..."

As proud as him, even Saint once protected him, how could he choose to admit defeat and apologize to Lin Yi?

One of the lackeys of the court will die!

"Hey!"

The number one scholar, Yang Zining, sighed softly.

And at this time.

Lin Yi once again took up his pen and ink, and the talent outside Yueyang Tower seemed to have a spiritual wisdom, which never dissipated.

Put pen to paper.

Lin Yi was in high spirits, and said loudly

"Looking at the end of Yueyang, Sichuan and Yangtze River open.

The geese lead away their sorrows, and the mountains come with a good moon.

Lian stayed in the cloud, and the cup was received in the sky.

After being drunk, the cool breeze blows and blows people's sleeves back. "

when~

The talent of heaven and earth flew away from the paper again, and the entire Huatian Mansion in the capital saw that talent of Guanfu.

"You are only seven times taller, Guanfu!"

Someone screamed, and the blood rushed straight to the forehead, and the soul of the whole person was shocked.

Click!

The desk could not directly bear the weight of the three poems, and it shattered.

Time seemed to have stopped for everyone in Yueyang Tower, Lin Yi saw Ningxiang girl froze in place.

He took the girl Ningxiang who had hugged him when he was a child, and walked to another table.

Seeing Lin Yi approaching, the gifted scholar at the table scrambled away, his eyes full of fear.

Is this fucking human?

We are all scholars, don’t write papers, please!

But most of the scholars are using their brains, crazy about Insight Lin Yi's poems, and absorbing the free talents of heaven and earth.

I was so moved that I was about to cry.

What an adventure!

...

Miss Ningxiang was pulled by Lin Yi, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart for no reason.

Isn't this the gifted scholar and beautiful woman she had fantasized about, with red sleeves and sweethearts?

"Miss Ningxiang, Mo!"

"Enn~"

Miss Ningxiang didn't care about other things, she studied ink with her bare hands.

Lin Yi laid out the paper, continued to dip the pen and ink, and wrote the words, with a substantial light in his eyes.

This finale... the decision is it!

"Yueyang Tower"

"Yu Guanfu's capital city is beautiful, in a lake in Yueyang. With distant mountains in its mouth and Yangtze River swallowed, it is mighty and boundless, with morning sunshine and evening shadows, and a myriad of weather..."

"If the husband is obscene and the rain is falling, the moon will not bloom... If you go to the tower, you will go to the country and miss your hometown... Those who feel extremely sad."

"To Ruochun and Jingming, the waves are calm, the sky is light up and down, a vast expanse of blue, sand gulls gather, and golden scales swim... The bright moon is thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps into gold... What a joy!"

"My husband! I have tried to seek the heart of the ancient benevolent man, or the difference between the two, why?"

Lin Yi's writing speed accelerated, and his recitation speed also became faster and faster.

Emotions and momentum are brewing at this moment, and the pen is like a god, saying loudly, "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself. If you live in a high temple, you will worry about the people. If you are far away from the Rivers and Lakes, you will worry about the king. If you are advancing, you will also worry about it." , retreat is also worrying."

"But when will you be happy? It must be said, "Worry about the worries of the Innate, and be happy when the world is happy..."

quiet!

Inside and outside the huge Yueyang Tower, there was no sound, everyone opened their mouths slightly, and looked at Lin Yi on the Yueyang Tower with dull faces.

This moment.

No words are enough to express the shock in their hearts, they just feel numb all over.

Lin Yunhong's eyes flickered, and he repeatedly chewed on Lin Yi's sentence: Innate is worrying about worrying, and the world is happy and happy!

It turns out that in Huang'er's heart, this is his feelings for Dayan.

If you live high in the temple, you worry about the people; if you live far away from the Rivers and Lakes, you worry about the king... Lin Yunhong's eyes are slightly moist.

If there is a son like this, what can the father ask for?

when~

when~

Although Wen Dao Tianyin was late, she was never absent and resounded throughout Hua Tianfu.

But this time.

The words on the paper burst out with dazzling golden light, and then floated into the air, and the gathered talents of heaven and earth touched the golden light of Setsuna, as if they were ignited cotton wool...

A talent that turns into gold in the void.

An upright arrogance filled the entire Yueyang Tower in an instant, and the arrogance swept across.

All the literati's literary hearts trembled, and they chanted with the literary palace.

As if they had been enlightened, countless literati became ecstatic.

"Hao Ran Upright!"

"It's Haoran righteousness!"

"Ming Mansion, it's Ming Mansion's article again, Lin Jieyuan is a great talent, a great talent!"

Swish!

The literati inside and outside the Yueyang Tower suddenly stood up, the wine and vegetables were scattered all over the floor, and the beauty of the oiran lady turned pale...

Their eyes were red, staring at Lin Yi and the "Yueyang Tower" written in small golden characters.

They discovered that this article was inscribed on the Minglou stele of Yueyang Tower.

The owner of Yueyang Tower got a big deal!

"My lord... Is my lord's Yueyang Tower going to be famous all over the world?"

Teng Wang Lin Yunying sat on the chair blankly, staring blankly at the "Yueyang Tower" on the Minglou stele.

Can't believe it's real.

Swish!

The sixth prince Lin Cong stood up, fixed his eyes on Lin Yi, was startled and frightened in his heart, and murmured, "Fortunately...fortunately, he is not Prince Dayan."

Grand righteousness was cultivated the day after tomorrow. His father also cultivated grand righteousness in the northern border to quell the war.

He has a chance.

However, for an outsider who possesses great righteousness, it is inevitable that he will feel uncomfortable.

This moment.

The holy son Li Xiyang sat down on the soft bed, his expression was pale, and his whole body trembled with jealousy.

If he cultivated a great righteousness, he would be the successor of the Holy Master.

Damn it!

But it's not just an heir issue now.

Rather.

he lost...

Lin Yi's three consecutive Mingzhou Guanfu poems and one Mingfu article directly blocked his way.

Whoosh!

Li Mo Bai of Qingshan Academy blushed, his beard trembled wildly, pointed at Lin and said, "I'm not a man, I promised to give this old man a song..."

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The ones in parentheses are the genuine ones, the changes are to cater to the background, don’t blame the little girl... Please comment and support!