I Become A Saint By Studying

"Earth-level cultural treasure!"

As soon as the Qinglang pen, Qinglang inkstone and Qinglang ink appeared, King Teng couldn't help but exclaimed.

Earth-level artifacts are extremely rare.

Even his palace could not find one, it is really a material of earth-level cultural treasure, it is too rare.

Heaven and earth are rarely self-generated.

If you start from the monster clan, at least you must be a big monster at the level of the third rank sky monster.

Any piece of earth-level cultural treasure can be traced back to its source.

Zhu Zhiyun was also dumbfounded.

The eyeballs of envy are about to bleed, this is an earth-level cultural treasure, and it must have a great background.

Teng Wang was shocked in his heart, and said: "Nephew, uncle has never seen this low-level Wenbao brush, it seems that there is no such thing in the palace..."

Lin Yi nodded and said: "This is the treasure of the town house given to me by an old dean when I was studying in the folk academy!"

King Teng felt relieved, and said with emotion: "As expected of the emperor's nephew, it must be the entrustment of the old dean at the end of his life..."

"He's still alive!" Lin Yi said.

"..."

King Teng was silent, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He was still alive, so why did he give away the treasure of the town house as the dean?

This method of winning people's hearts really has a trick!

King Teng then looked at Zhu Zhiyun and said, "Little Zhu, move the table!"

"Yes!"

Zhu Zhiyun was very excited, he was about to witness a new poem handed down from generation to generation, and Sansheng was lucky.

soon.

The table is brought in.

The Qinglang inkstone and Qinglang ink fell on it, Lin Yi held the Qinglang pen in his hand, and spread out the rice paper, "Mei Chunguang, grind the ink!"

"Yes!"

Mei Chunguang just wanted to go to study ink, but Teng Wang said: "Nephew, let the emperor come to study ink!"

"Uncle Huang also wants to participate in person."

Mei Chunguang looked at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi nodded and said, "Yes!"

Mei Chunguang sighed inwardly, but still gave up his position.

King Teng was overjoyed and concentrated on studying ink.

But his thoughts can't help but fly far away, he can brag in the future, he also has a share in this poem and article.

real!

He was the one who grinded the ink, so wouldn't that count as participation?

"Since it is the Yellow Crane Tower, the poem that even Li Bai admired is indispensable..."

Lin Yi had a smile on his face.

He didn't dare to say what level that poem could reach, but it definitely didn't lose to other Mingfu poems.

At this time.

King Teng also sweated, and finally finished the ink.

It's really difficult to get this kind of Wen Baomo, and he can't use his talents to destroy this piece of ink.

"Nephew, it's all over!" King Teng said with a smile, expectant look on his face.

"it is good!"

Lin Yi nodded towards King Teng, "Thank you, Uncle Emperor!"

Lin Yi dipped his pen and ink, but quickly stopped. He looked at King Teng and said, "Uncle Emperor, how can the written poems not attract the talents of heaven and earth?"

King Teng laughed and said, "Roll it up!"

"..."

Lin Yi was silent, then shook his head.

Anyway, I didn't intend to be the treasure at the bottom of the box, so I didn't waste any more time.

Ready to write.

But the voice of the girl demon god suddenly sounded: 'I know this method! '

Lin Yi was stunned, and thought: "Say!"

The girl Yaoshen smiled coquettishly, and then said seriously: "I want benefits!"

Lin Yi thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, tell me how to do it first!"

Lin Yi didn't really want it either.

But if you have the opportunity to learn a new method, it would be great.

After all, after writing the poem later, he didn't want to go directly to Minglou, so he couldn't leave before the vision came.

But after the seal, come a time.

At that time, the poems showed visions, and it really couldn't be more exciting.

"This method is actually very simple. When you write, when you are pouring your talent, put your will into the pen. Poems and articles have your will. If you want to explode, you can explode, and if you want to be restrained, you can restrain yourself..."

The young demon god gave pointers, and at the same time secretly said in her heart: "The method is simple, but it's not something you can do if you want to. I haven't seen such a hero before."

"Three uses of one mind, one for conception, two for talent, and three for will... The harder it is for you to do it, the more conditions you can raise for this seat!"

The girl demon god is a bit cautious.

She felt that if she wanted to benefit from Lin Yi, she had to pay first.

Just like King Zhenbei.

You must first know how to give in order to have the harvest later.

"it is good!"

The conversation between Lin Yi and the girl demon god, that is, the exchange on Divine Sense, was short-lived.

He immediately started writing on rice paper.

He didn't conceive it, because he was just acting as a porter now, so he didn't need to bother.

Secondly, instilling talent is not difficult, just infuse while writing.

In the end, the will of the girl demon god was put into writing, which was even more childish for Lin Yi.

As soon as he thought about it, he felt a subtle connection with the written verses.

He changed to a thin gold font this time.

Not for anything else, for fear of being recognized.

The identity of the dean of Taishan Academy in the early stage must be mysterious.

In the end, when the bachelor of literati visited the mountain, he exposed his identity again, and everything was settled.

King Teng watched from the sidelines and felt his breathing became short of breath.

He watched Lin take a pen, and even changed the font, he was taken aback for a moment.

It soon became clear that Lin Yi's current identity was the dean of Taishan Academy.

He was playing games with the literati and bachelors in the capital.

"In the past, people have gone there by yellow crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here."

"The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will be empty for thousands of years."

"Qingchuan is full of trees in the capital, and fragrant grass is luxuriant in Yingwu Island."

"Where is the Rimu Township Pass? The Yanbo River makes people worry."

King Teng was stunned.

This poem is not very coherent, but it is not a mouthful to read, and there is a feeling that it is done in one go and a thousand miles away.

He could tell that this poem was a poem about nostalgia for the past, and it was written for those scholars who had left their hometown.

It is an expression of nostalgia.

Lin Yi resolutely wrote "Principal of Taishan Academy" at the signing place, and immediately put pen to paper.

Resolutely roll up the rice paper.

Lin Yi now has a feeling that as long as he is willing, a single thought can make the scroll unfold.

And stimulate the talent in the poem volume, and arouse the vision of heaven and earth.

But there is no rush now.

Everything is still laying the groundwork.

Lin Yi put the poem volume aside, spread out a new sheet of paper, and continued to write and ink.

Say two articles and two articles.

One is about the Yellow Crane Tower.

Another article is naturally about Yuanxi.

"I didn't expect it to be quite appropriate..." Lin Yi chuckled inwardly, and continued writing.

"The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers at night, and the stars fall like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

"Moth Xueliu's golden strands. Laughing and whispering fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times. Looking back suddenly, the man was there, in a dimly lit place."

hum!

When King Teng saw this poem, his eyes widened sharply.

He was short of breath.

"Okay, it's like returning to the night of the New Year's Eve, the city is full of lights, and everyone is carnival..."

"However, in the market full of beauties, there are beauties that the emperor's nephew wants to find."

"I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place... Ah, beautiful, so beautiful!"

King Teng exclaimed in his heart.

The prince not only writes poems well, but the word is also called Mahayana.

As soon as this word comes out, it is enough to make up for the regret of the Lantern Festival on the Lantern Festival, plus the poems of the Yellow Crane Tower...

what!

King Teng felt hearty, and said inwardly: "This king has nothing more to ask for, I am satisfied, I am satisfied!"