"..."
Zheng Zhiqiu looked embarrassed.
As expected of his master and disciple, even the way of recognizing the wrong person is exactly the same.
Lin Yi couldn't laugh or cry.
It seems that these masters and bachelors of Pingzhou Academy have inherited the mantle of the dean Zheng Zhiqiu.
Su Huaizhi waved his hands repeatedly and said in panic: "Don't be like this, it's really a shame. I'm not a senior..."
He was frightened.
There was Zheng Zhiqiu before, and now there are so many academy bachelors and masters. He can't bear such a big gift.
It’s life-saving!
"Ahem~"
Zheng Zhiqiu coughed twice, and everyone straightened up and looked at him doubtfully.
"Mr. Su is not the senior you think he is, of course he does deserve the title of senior!"
Zheng Zhiqiu clarified the doubts of the academy's bachelors and masters, and said seriously: "Although Mr. Su is not a literary monk, he has trained an unparalleled genius!"
Zheng Zhiqiu didn't say any more and smiled mysteriously.
"Dean..."
Su Huaizhi looked at Zheng Zhiqiu helplessly.
However, it was not too far-fetched to say that Lin was a genius, but he swore...he really wasn't the one who taught him.
perhaps……
This terrifying literary talent flows in his blood!
Uh-huh!
The bachelors and masters all looked at Lin Yi.
He looked up and down.
Since what the dean said, this prodigy must be Lin Yi, the new junior fellow student in the academy.
"A prodigy? A twenty-year-old ninth-grade enlightened person can't be considered a prodigy!"
Some bachelors didn't like Lin Yi and directly questioned him.
Other bachelors also started chatting: "This new junior brother is only nineteen if not twenty. His talent is not obvious. He should have just entered the ninth level. At this age, we have already reached the eighth level of destiny!"
"The book "Sacred Texts: Qualifications" says that before the age of twenty, one can be regarded as a genius if one is well versed in literature and has established one's destiny; after the age of twenty, one's qualifications are average!"
"I'm sorry for my blindness, but I really can't tell where this little junior brother's 'strange' is!"
Literary qualifications are mostly calculated based on age.
Just like those who are also in the eighth-grade destiny realm, they are eligible to go to Zhenguo Shengyuan to take the eighth-grade examination. Some scholars do not take part until they are fifty years old, and some take part at the age of twenty.
Can you say they have the same qualifications?
Therefore, the younger a person is, the higher his level will be and the higher his achievements will be in the future.
Zheng Zhiqiu stroked his beard and smiled: "You are right to have doubts, so this dean did not call him a genius, but...a wizard!"
"Dean!"
Lin Yi looked at Zheng Zhiqiu and said: "My disciple is not a genius because he is stupid, but he always believes in one thing: articles are written by nature, and by chance they are acquired by good hands!"
"I can only say that this disciple is lucky!"
Lin is also very self-aware. He didn't even have the heart for literature. It can be said that he has no talent for literature at all.
And he was able to awaken his literary heart and gain a sense of righteousness, relying on the poems and articles he had memorized in his head.
Nothing to brag about.
The most important thing is to practice literary skills quietly.
When~
However, the moment he finished speaking, the academy bell rang again.
The whole mountain is filled with energy and rays of light are falling.
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment.
"???"
"Wen...wen bell...why did it ring again?"
"It rang twice in the past few days, once again not long ago, and now it rang again. Is there something wrong with the clock?"
The expressions of all the scholars and masters changed drastically, and none of them had any idea what was happening.
They suspected that there was something wrong with Wen Zhong.
"Huh~"
Chen Jinbei took a deep breath and looked at Lin Yi.
"Hahaha!"
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu stroked his beard and laughed, with high spirits. He looked at Lin Yi with admiration: "What a sentence and article are made by nature, but come by chance!"
"Lin Yi, you are a true genius that this dean has ever seen. You are not alone in the arts!"
Wow!
Everyone was in an uproar.
Turning to look at Lin Yi, a complex look appeared in his eyes. Dean Zheng Zhiqiu's compliment carried a heavy weight.
He actually claimed that Wen Dao was no longer lonely because of Lin Yi.
Aren’t you afraid of refutation from scholars all over the world?
Lin Yi: "..."
at this time.
A young man of about thirty years old stood up, cupped his hands towards Zheng Zhiqiu and said: "Dean, I don't agree. The bell of the academy once rang because of senior brother Chen Haoran and junior sister Fang Qingxue, and also because of that person who made the The seniors who are so talented in poetry across the state have sounded..."
"So, just because Junior Brother Lin Yi seduces Wen Zhong, we cannot say that Wen Dao is not alone because of him. It is very inappropriate!"
A bachelor stood up and responded: "Senior Brother Li Wenbo is right. Although it is inappropriate to target fellow students, Lin Yi's literary qualifications are indeed average. If he can be called a genius, it would be unfair to Senior Brother Chen and Junior Sister Fang!"
"right!"
“It’s not that we are dissatisfied, but we are speaking out for justice!”
Bachelors from Pingzhou Academy have a relaxed reading atmosphere and very free speech, and they can express their opinions openly and openly.
Zheng Zhiqiu also admired the academy bachelor's truth-seeking attitude very much. He nodded and said, "You are right to have doubts!"
Zheng Zhiqiu walked to the monument and waved to Lin Yi: "Lin Yi, come here!"
"good!"
Lin Yi walked over.
Then he accidentally saw the poem on the monument, and was stunned for a moment, wondering why this poem was engraved here?
This handwriting... is actually exactly the same as his.
Lin Yi suddenly remembered what Zheng Zhiqiu once said... the poem on the monument.
Could it be.
A poem that can be engraved on a stone tablet is the poem inscribed on the tablet?
All the bachelors and masters in the academy looked at Lin Yi and Dean Zheng Zhiqiu curiously, wondering what they were doing.
Zheng Zhiqiu did not beat around the bush and asked Lin Yi directly: "Who wrote the poems on the monument?"
Lin Yi smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "I..."
Wow!
Everyone was in an uproar. The bachelors and masters were shocked and looked at Lin Yi in horror.
"impossible!"
"How can it be possible for someone who is only at the ninth level of enlightenment to compose a poem that will be inscribed on a monument with such talent?"
"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. Without the arduous road to study, it is impossible to write this kind of poem. The poems of the talented people must be in line with the mood at that time, and more importantly, they must be in line with the mood at that time. The situation…”
One by one, the bachelors stood up and questioned, including several masters who were also skeptical.
How could the senior they were thinking about be a ninth-grade enlightened person who didn't even have the reputation of being a scholar.
The ninth-grade scholar, the eighth-grade scholar, the seventh-grade tribute scholar, the sixth-grade Jinshi... these all need to go to the Holy Academy to obtain literary and Taoist honors.
But Lin Yi didn't have the aura of literary fame.
It is hard for them to believe that such a person can compose a poem that will be inscribed on a monument with great talent!
It's also unacceptable.
His qualifications are mediocre, so why can he write an inscription poem?
"Quiet!"
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu pressed down his right hand, and everyone gradually calmed down. He looked at Lin Yi with a smile: "Lin Yi, what we at Pingzhou Academy focus on is convincing people with reason. How many people can you convince today? How many people can you convince in the future?" What a high status the academy has!"
"Status determines the right to speak. Just prove it to your brothers and sisters!"
