Fang Qingxue stared blankly at the two lines of words, and murmured in a low voice: "There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning, and the boat is hard work..."
The words fell.
Her delicate body suddenly trembled, and her whole body went numb. Then she felt a burst of talent, coming out from between the lines of the words and going straight into the depths of her eyebrows.
It was warm and welcoming, as if she was bathing in a sea of books.
at the same time.
The entire rice paper bloomed with a rich golden light, gathering into a pillar of air that shot straight into the sky.
Fang Qingxue quickly walked to the window, opened the window, and saw the pillar of talent formed by the poem exploding in the air, and the energy penetrated into the rainbow...
"Talented across the state!"
Fang Qingxue took two steps back, her eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.
Yes!
The two lines of poems written by Lin Yi have indeed reached the level of talent throughout the state.
That is to say.
Lin Yizhen relied on poetry to awaken the literary heart in his body, not Taoism, and became a true scholar.
In the future, you can go to the Zhenguo Holy Academy to take an exam, obtain talent empowerment, and receive blessings from the realm of literature and art.
This poem, in particular, has reached the level of talent that spreads throughout the state and can be passed down for hundreds of years.
Thump!
The fat detective sat down on the ground, his forehead and eyebrows were covered with sweat, and his face was full of panic.
Talent spreads across the state!
Lin Yi actually has such a high talent. Now that Fang Qingxue is involved in the Taoist theft case, they are in danger.
Lin Yi looked at the fat policeman who was slumped on the ground and felt relieved.
This is the power of literature.
"Look..."
At this moment, the thin detective quickly saw the fourteen words written by Lin Yi on the rice paper on the table, and suddenly stood up from the paper.
Then it turned into a row of small golden characters, like small golden flowers, flying outside the window.
Fang Qingxue's expression changed and she said: "It's a wonderful pen, this poem can be inscribed on a monument!"
"Wonderful writing? Inscription?"
Lin Yi heard two more new words, but he could probably understand their meaning.
To put it simply...awesome!
"Can I engrave a monument?"
The fat detective was slumped on the ground, his crotch wetted directly.
He seemed to be greatly frightened and quickly kowtowed to Lin Yi and said: "Master Lin, I have no eyesight and cannot recognize the real dragon. I will let you go now..."
He stood up tremblingly, took out the key and prepared to unlock Lin Yi's chain.
Lin Yi took half a step back, lowered his head and looked down at the fat catcher, and said indifferently: "Don't bother me, Mr. Captor. I am a sinner. Without the county magistrate's pardon, you let me go privately. Aren't you afraid of the county magistrate's punishment?"
"I will explain to the county magistrate, as long as Mr. Lin and Mr. Fang don't pursue this matter..."
The fat detective could foresee the consequences if Lin Yi and Fang Qingxue were investigated, and just wanted to put the matter to rest as soon as possible.
But before he finished speaking, Lin Yi said in a deep voice: "No investigation? You let me, Lin Yi, suffer unjust injustice. If you let me go, you will not be held accountable for your indignity in human life?"
"Besides, my personal life and death is a small matter, but the theft of Taoism is a big matter. This matter is related to the safety of hundreds of thousands of people in Anyang County. We must investigate it thoroughly no matter what!"
Lin Yi's words were resounding and full of righteousness.
Fang Qingxue's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange color, and she stood up and said: "Whether Lin Yi is guilty or not, I need to confront the Anyang County Magistrate in person to know. Let's go!"
The fat detective said: "Sir..."
Fang Qingxue said: "Do you want me to invite the master of the academy to come down the mountain? Imitate the allusion of the master who avenged the grievances of the scholars?"
"Don't dare!"
The fat detective's face turned pale and he quickly lowered his head.
Fang Qingxue turned to Lin Yidao: "Follow me to the county government office. Scholars will be charged with crimes and will not be able to enter the Holy Academy for the rest of their lives. You can awaken your literary heart and compose poems that are brilliant all over the country. You are a rare literary genius. Don't do it. Let this stain ruin your life!"
"good!"
Lin Yi nodded seriously and followed Fang Qingxue.
He had no chance of escaping death, but now he had seized this glimmer of hope with his own efforts and wished he could immediately return to the county government office to settle the score with them.
As the saying goes, a gentleman takes revenge from morning to night.
He will not let go of any of those who pulled him out to take the blame!
…
at the same time.
The sound of reading loudly was heard in Pingzhou Academy, and the master was teaching. Suddenly, the ground of the entire academy began to tremble violently.
When~
The literary bell rang throughout the academy.
"The earth shook, the literary bells rang, and talented poems and articles appeared across the state!"
The masters of the academy were so excited that they hurriedly ran out of the teaching courtyard.
When~
However, another bell rang out, melodious and long.
The masters were stunned at first, and then each one of them exclaimed:
"Two bells ring. Our Pingzhou Academy has never seen anything like this in the past hundred years. It's not just the talent that spreads across the state, it's not just the talent that spreads across the state!"
"Which gentleman, in Jinzhou, wrote poems and articles that are as talented as the state?"
"You must visit us! If you can listen to Mr.'s sermons, you will benefit a lot!"
Youfuzi's eyes immediately turned red.
The Academy bell has only rung twice in a hundred years.
One time was caused by Chen Haoran, the direct disciple of the academy six years ago, and the other time was when Fang Qingxue won the first place in the Huiyuan examination in Zhenguoshengyuan last year.
But now the bell rings twice at the same time, which is unprecedented!
"All the masters and bachelors of the academy, come to the monument of the academy!"
A loud voice suddenly resounded over the academy.
"It's the dean's voice!"
The master and the bachelor looked moved, and they did not dare to neglect, and rushed to the location of the academy's monument.
at this time.
In front of the monument at the foot of the academy mountain, a white-haired old man wearing a black Confucian robe touched the monument with great excitement, tears seemed to fill his eyes, and he kept murmuring: "The wonderful pen makes flowers, the poem inscribed on the monument!" "
"Dean!"
"Dean!"
Not long after, the academy master and his disciples had arrived, a total of one hundred and seven people, all bowing to the white-haired old man.
When the eight masters saw the verses on the monument, they were stunned for a moment, and then the literary palace trembled with excitement before the breath came out of their bodies.
"Poetry of inscription!"
"My academy has poems on inscriptions? Hahaha, our Pingzhou Academy has poems on inscriptions. They can be registered in the Zhenguo Holy Court and receive support from the resources of the Holy Court!"
"Nanxiang Mansion will be one of the three major academies from now on!"
The eight masters walked to the five-meter-high monument and carefully looked at the poems on it. Their bodies shook violently.
"There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning, and hard work is the boat..."
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"After reading the book a hundred times, the meaning will be apparent to you. This word "diligence" is used wonderfully!"
"No wonder this poem is so talented all over the country. This is the gentleman who wrote this poem. He is pointing the way for us scholars. The four words "diligence and hard work" are enough!"
"..."
Several masters touched the inscription, tears filled their eyes, and they were a little embarrassed.
But scholars are usually sincere, and it is normal for true feelings to show when encountering such good poetry.
"What does it look like to be a role model?"
The dean then scolded him.
The ladies were stunned for a moment, then quickly straightened their Confucian shirts, coughed lightly to resolve the embarrassment, and their faces turned slightly red.
But the next moment.
The dean blasted several concubines away from the inscription, waved his hand, and the four treasures of the study flew out of his sleeves and robes.
The Four Treasures of the Study hover in the void in the package of talents.
He splashed ink and wrote, copying the inscription directly in the void. His expression was inexplicably excited, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "This inscription poem with great talent and wonderful writing can actually increase your talent by copying it..."
"What?"
"Quick, quick, the four treasures of the study!"
"Copy, copy everything..."
After the masters reacted, they immediately took out the Four Treasures of the Study and started copying them. At the same time, they reminded the academy disciples to seize the opportunity to copy.
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