Lin Yu walked into the hall, glanced at the literati around him, and sneered in his heart, how can these people compare to China’s thousands of years of profound heritage? Today I will let you know what a literary sage is.

In a remote corner, a young man with a jade-like face saw Lin Yu appearing, and he immediately wanted to talk.

Her name is Gu Xi, she is the Princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty. She was originally the favorite princess of her father. She has read poetry and books since she was a child and learned the Four Books and Five Classics. Since her father became obsessed with the harem and pursued the way to immortality, her status has plummeted. The brothers who were close to each other actually wanted to marry her to Northern Qi in order to compete for the throne.

She had no idea about the throne, and she was not opposed to getting married. However, she was also a princess of Zhou Dynasty, and she actually wanted him to marry the emperor of Northern Qi, who was in his 80s.

How could she be willing, but her father was fatuous and the imperial edict had already been drafted, leaving only the edict to be issued. She had to do her best to save herself.

The only way to save herself is to be recognized by the Confucian and Taoist authorities on the day Wuya Academy opens. However, she is a woman. Even though she considers herself to be literary, Taoist and martial arts, and her poetry and songs are not inferior to anyone else, yet the Confucian and Taoist Academy has Only men are allowed inside.

If she wanted to save herself, she had to find allies among these literati, and Lin Yu who appeared just now was the one she felt had the most promise after sitting here for three hours.

There was contempt in his eyes, and a frivolity that did not put any literati in his eyes. Such people were either arrogant or had absolute self-confidence.

But the other party is a monk, and he is also a monk in the spiritual sea realm. As a monk, he knows better that people are mad and easy to die. Since he is so confident, it means that poetry is his field.

Gu Xi stepped forward and said with a smile, “Master, please tell me this.”

Although Gu Xi was disguised as a man, she moved with the gentleness of a daughter, but there was a slight stubble on her face. Lin Yu did not recognize her as a woman yet, but thought that the skills practiced by this person might be somewhat special.

“Is that Lin Yu?” Wu Chen on the second floor recognized the man following Gu Xi and looked at Lao Jiang with some curiosity.

“How come he came to the imperial city and can write poems?”

Although the monks knew a few big words, they mainly focused on cultivation. Compared with these literati, they were far behind in knowledge.

Jiang Che had already guessed that Lin Yu would come to the imperial city. Wuya Academy was opened. Even if he was not on the task list, how could he miss this opportunity to become famous.

Jiang Che chuckled, “He can indeed do it, and his attainments are quite high.”

Really?

Haha, if he didn’t have that so-called Chinese heritage, how could he have written such an ambitious poem as “The roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring ninety thousand miles”?

How could he write such passionate and heroic poems as “A hero in life, a hero in death”?

Thinking of those poems, Jiang Cai was fascinated. Although he hated Lin Yu, those poems were all written by great Confucians. If possible, he would be willing to visit these seniors.

[Host, I have the complete collection of Chinese poetry here, I only need one hundred destiny points]

Sensing the host’s thoughts, the system hurriedly spoke.

Jiang Cai was a little moved, “How many destiny points do I have?”

[One hundred points of destiny]

[You will definitely not lose money if you buy it for 100 points. If you think about the poems you have heard in your previous life, just picking out one is enough to beat you]

[One hundred points of destiny are enough to paralyze Lin Yu’s layout in Da Zhou. How about it? Isn’t it a good deal? 】

“Changed”

Jiang Cai didn’t care about Lin Yu. What he cared about were those poems. He wanted to see how powerful the so-called China was. In his last life, Lin Yu only wrote a thousand poems and was known as the eternal literary saint.

To be honest, even he doesn’t think it’s an exaggeration. Those poems are enough to be immortalized no matter where they are.

Hearing this sentence, the system was so excited that it immediately threw out all the Chinese poetry dictionary books for redemption.

In fact, the value of these poems far exceeds one hundred destiny points. No, it should be said that one poem is worth more than one hundred destiny points. However, if the price is not lowered, the host will definitely not exchange it due to his temperament.

After sorting out the poems in his mind, Jiang Cai felt very complicated.

“The beauty of the uniform is called splendor, and the great etiquette is called summer.”

“Is this China?”

Jiang withdrew his eyebrows and looked at Lin Yu downstairs with envy. At this moment, he wanted to kill this junior brother. Although he came from China, his actions were hard to praise.

“Lao Jiang, what are you thinking about?” Wu Chen chuckled when he saw Jiang Sui staring at Lin Yu in a daze.

“It can’t be jealousy.”

“There is nothing to be jealous of. You are known as the person most likely to become an immortal. This boy’s cultivation talent is not very good. If he were not lucky, it would be impossible for him to become the disciple of Elder Qingyue. If he practices Confucianism again, he will not be able to become an immortal in the future. I’m afraid I can’t even compare to ordinary monks.”

Speaking of this, Wu Chen couldn’t help but advise, “You’d better be good

Please advise that boy, Confucianism and Taoism focus on cultivating awe-inspiring aura, which takes a long time. ”

“You can not have it both ways.”

Jiang Che chuckled, “He doesn’t need to cultivate awe-inspiring aura.”

Although he may not be good as a person, his poems are amazing. Just because of his good fortune in Confucianism, Taoism and various opportunities, he was forced to become a half-step literary saint.

“ah?”

Wu Chen was a little confused. There was no need to nourish Qi. Is this still practicing Confucianism?

Luo Xingyun did not continue, but asked for some pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and waited for the banquet to begin. He was a little curious about what Lin Yu would think if he knew that he had seen the names of the original authors of those poems.

“Brother Lin seems to be absolutely confident about this banquet?” Gu Xi’s voice was cold and somewhat soft, which made Lin Yu a little distracted.

Fuck, why does this guy have a feminine fragrance on his body? But no matter how you look at him, he is a man. Could it be that he has hidden attributes and is a good man?

Abandoning the messy thoughts in his mind, Lin Yu took a sip of tea and looked away.

“Ahem, beating them is not a problem.”

Seeing Lin Yu quietly moving to the left, Gu Xi’s eyebrows smiled. It seemed that the young master had misunderstood something. “This poetry banquet was hosted by King Yan. There are several great scholars among his staff.”

“In addition to King Yan’s staff, many literati have also come to Zhishan Academy. Is the young master so confident?”

Humph, a bunch of rubbish is worthy of being compared with China’s thousand-year foundation. Lin Yu sneered in his heart, and there was no humility in his words.

“Why does it need light green and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers.”

Gu Xi felt her heart tremble and couldn’t help but cheer, her eyes flashing, “I didn’t expect the young master to be able to speak clearly.”

“I wonder if you can add the full text, sir.” She wanted to know if this poem was written by Lin Yu.

The literati sitting next to him also agreed and couldn’t help but comment.

“This sentence should be the golden touch. Even though some daughters have died, this sentence alone is enough to make people famous for generations. You might as well add to the whole poem.”

Lin Yu was a little hesitant. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this poem was in a feminine style. If it were written in full, it would be easily pointed out.

No, this poem comes from China. No one knows it. Even if they guess that it was written by someone else, no one will doubt it as long as it is blessed by Confucianism and Taoism.

At most, caring people will think that he is delicate. Thinking of this, Lin Yu’s eyes smiled.

But before he could speak, a cold and distant voice came from the second floor.

“The body is dim and light yellow, the body is soft, the traces of love are far away, only the fragrance remains. There is no need for light blue and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be shy, and the opening of the painting is crowned by the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet can be ruthless, what’s the matter? There was no harvest back then.”


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