Exploded!
All the scholars were immediately furious. Their blood flowed backwards after being ridiculed by Lin Yi's two words. They all bared their teeth and wanted to eat Lin Yi's flesh!
Zheng Zhiqiu was also a little confused.
He knew that Lin Yi was a thorn in his side. After all, he dared to confront He Weijun, the dean of Junji Academy.
Unexpectedly, when he arrived at his own academy, as soon as he entered the mountain gate, he would offend all the disciples in the academy.
What a sin!
"Xiaoyi, no!"
Su Huaizhi felt a huge pressure. He stepped forward to hold Lin Yi, shook his head and said: "They are all your senior brothers and sisters, it is inappropriate for you to do this!"
Lin Yi shook his head and said: "There is nothing inappropriate. If you are weak, you will be beaten. You only allow them to humiliate me and don't allow me to talk back?"
"this……"
Su Huaizhi stopped talking, sighed softly, and said worriedly: "Of course you can talk back, but you are not as powerful as them! A man can bend and stretch, but you will suffer a big loss sooner or later."
"Don't worry, children have their own sense of proportion!"
Lin Yi patted the back of Su Huaizhi's hand to reassure him.
"Well, Lin Yi, you just entered the mountain gate and we didn't give you a warning, but you gave us a warning first!"
Li Wenbo was willing to be the vanguard and stood up to confront Lin Yida, pointing at Lin Yida: "Very good, you are very good!"
"Serve!"
Li Wenbo waved his hand, and a bachelor brought two tables and placed them directly in front of Lin Yi and him.
Lin Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, was he trying to compete with him in talent?
Li Wenbo stared at Lin Yi coldly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, can't you write poems out of your mouth? Now I will play with you and see whose poems and articles inspire more talents!"
"If you lose, follow the traditional rules of Pingzhou Academy and crawl into the academy!"
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu originally wanted to stop it, but when he saw that it was a literary fight and not a martial arts fight, he immediately felt relieved.
And I am particularly looking forward to Lin Yi's performance.
Under the current circumstances, if Lin Yi cannot suppress these bachelors from the academy, he may have a very difficult life in the future.
"What if you lose?"
Lin Yi looked at Li Wenbo.
"Haha~"
Li Wenbo laughed at first, and then his expression became grim: "I can't lose!"
Lin Yi sneered: "What if?"
Li Wenbo narrowed his eyes: "Nothing goes by chance. If I lose, I'll let you do whatever you want!"
"good!"
Lin Yi agreed and turned to look at Chen Jinbei who was not far away: "Master Chen, can you borrow a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"
"good!"
Chen Jinbei flicked his sleeves, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone flew out of his sleeves and were placed firmly on the table in front of Lin Yi.
"Hahaha, if he doesn't even have the most basic pen, ink, paper and inkstone for a scholar, can he still be considered a scholar?"
"Can you still win like this? Which scholar doesn't carry the Four Treasures of the Study with him at all times, and at critical moments his literary thoughts spring up and he can record them immediately!"
"He will definitely lose. I heard some time ago that Li Wenbo has a poem that is about to be published. I conservatively estimate that it contains at least three dozen talents!"
"Three Dou of Talents? Is it so scary? Talent is contained in pen and ink on paper, which is the weight of thirty kilograms...the first bachelor of Pingzhou Academy!"
Many bachelors were whispering to the side, with a look of shock in their eyes, full of admiration for Li Wenbo.
Originally, Li Wenbo was one of the three geniuses of Pingzhou Academy, second only to Chen Haoran and Fang Qingxue.
So this time Zheng Zhiqiu intended to accept Lin Yi as his direct disciple, which made Li Wenbo extremely unwilling.
Only then did he try his best to suppress Lin Yi.
"In the memory of the original body, there is a calculation method for measuring talent. Poems and articles are written on paper. The heavier the paper, the more talent it contains. The so-called eight buckets of talent, that is, eighty pounds of talent, one piece of paper It weighs eighty pounds, which is scary!”
"But it is rumored that the poems and articles of the third-grade scholar are all starting with a thousand pounds, invulnerable to water and fire, and immortal for a hundred years, which is even more powerful!"
Lin also heard the whispers of those bachelors and felt something in his heart.
However, he didn't know how much talent a poem with universal talent contained.
That day at the inn, he had just written that poem, and then the talent on the paper disappeared.
There was no time to pick it up and weigh it.
Li Wenbo studied ink well, dipped his pen in ink, pondered for a moment, and then started writing solemnly on the rice paper.
Streams of talent were poured from his fingertips into his writing, and soon attracted the talents around him.
Talent is gathered at the tip of the pen, and when writing poetry and articles, it can attract talents from heaven and earth.
In fact, Lin Yi's sentence just now was written in a natural way, and it was very clever.
The Shengwen Continent has encompassed all aspects of the Dao since Human Emperor Fuxi opened the sky with a single stroke and the Wen Dao was born.
All the poems and articles combined with words are actually judged by heaven and earth.
It's like asking for a holy judge.
After the saint manifests his saintliness with his residual thoughts, the life history of the person who was judged by the saint can be revealed on the book in his left hand.
Therefore, it is not an empty statement to say that people are doing it and God is watching.
Lin Yi glanced at Li Wenbo, then unfolded the rice paper, pressed it with a jade paperweight, and prepared to write.
Chen Jinbei noticed something strange and quickly reminded him: "Lin Yi, writing with talent is the only way to condense the gathered talent of heaven and earth into the pen and ink, otherwise it will soon be scattered among heaven and earth!"
"Thank you Master Chen for the reminder!"
Lin Yi nodded slightly.
Only then did he figure out why the talent from heaven and earth that had been attracted by the poem on the stele had disappeared.
It turns out that at that time he was writing directly instead of instilling his talent into the pen and ink.
Lin Yi used his talents, dipped his pen in ink, and with sharp eyes, began to write verses on rice paper.
"Ten years to sharpen a sword..."
Lin Yi naturally had this poem in his mind from the moment Li Wenbo proposed the poem.
This also gave me a surge of energy in my heart.
He is now showing his sharpness, just like the poem he wrote. It is perfect to express his ambition in poetry and respond to his heart and situation!
…
"Okay, Brother Li, the momentum of this poem is very good. The talent of heaven and earth surrounds the body and is continuously integrated into the pen and ink!"
"When senior brother Chen Haoran wrote the article that triggered the bell ringing, he had this attitude!"
"Lin Yi is provoking us. He is seeking death. Even if Senior Brother Li fails, there will still be Senior Brother Chen!"
"To be honest, I don't believe that a rookie at the ninth level of enlightenment, who doesn't even have a literary reputation, can write any good poems!"
"Then he'll wait until he climbs into the academy! Hahaha..."
Many bachelors were whispering to the side, and their words were full of hatred and disdain for Lin Yi.
Lin Yi's provocation just now really made them really angry.
Now they are just waiting for Li Wenbo's poem to be completed and slap Lin Yi in the face directly to let them relieve their anger.
at this time.
"Look, then... what is that?" A bachelor suddenly pointed at Lin Yi, with a look of horror on his face: "Look at the pen in his hand!"
"What catches your eyes?"
"Our talent is white, why is his golden?"
"What's going on? I've never seen it before!"
Other bachelors also discovered the strangeness and were confused about it. After all, Haoran's righteousness was still very far away for them.
It's normal not to see it.
"gold?"
Li Wenbo's eyebrows skipped a beat.
He had read many allusions in books, and the golden talent reminded him of one thing: great righteousness!
