"Haoran is upright?"
Li Wenbo stopped writing, smiled bitterly, and then continued writing.
"In the entire Dayan Dynasty, only the royal family has the qualifications to inherit Haoran's righteousness. Besides... now only His Majesty has Haoran's righteousness, and no one else can have it!"
Li Wenbo thought so in his heart.
At the same time, the talents of heaven and earth gathered around him, which nourished his literary mind and made his talents run more smoothly.
The literary palace that can only be nurtured by the destiny state between the eyebrows is constantly expanding.
Everything is going in the right direction.
Reading and copying poems and articles can improve your talents.
Writing poems and articles can not only enhance talents, but most importantly, it can cultivate literary talent.
Only if the literary palace continues to grow, can the realm of literary monks continue to improve.
When the Wen Gong stops growing, it means that the Wen Dao has almost come to an end.
However, under certain special circumstances, literary monks who are able to write poems and articles with talents above Guanzhou still have the opportunity to continue to advance to the literary palace.
…
Lin Yi wrote the verses with awe-inspiring righteousness. Unlike when he wrote at the inn, there was no gathering of talents between heaven and earth.
But Lin Yi had a feeling that the talent of heaven and earth was born from Haoran's righteousness, and his words contained Haoran's righteousness.
How much talent of heaven and earth it contains, whether it is three or four times higher, depends on how the poem is written.
Less than three minutes passed and Lin Yi had finished writing.
He quickly put pen to paper and sealed the document.
Then he looked at Li Wenbo, who was still writing furiously.
Li Wenbo is a genius in literary arts, and the poem he is writing now is also very good. He is surrounded by talents from heaven and earth, and the whole page is full of leaping talents.
His face was filled with smile and confidence, and the corners of his mouth also curved into a sinister smile.
Li Wenbo gritted his teeth and sneered in his heart: "Frog in the well, this time I will show you what is a poem that will last forever!"
"Li Wenbo has made great progress. This poem is at least three times better... Not bad!" Zheng Zhiqiu stroked his beard and chuckled.
If you are talented enough, you can pass through the state with five fights, the state with six fights, the mansion with seven fights, and the mansion with eight fights!
Every level of improvement requires great energy and emotion contained in poems and articles, including their influence.
That's why Zheng Zhiqiu was so excited after Lin Yi wrote such a brilliant poem that he started looking for the poet like a student.
There are roads in 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.
This poem can be remembered because it has a very terrible influence.
Can be passed down from generation to generation.
A master with a white beard nodded with satisfaction and said: "Wenbo wrote this poem when his mood was at its peak. He is at least four Dou high, and he may even be able to conquer the state!"
"Congratulations to Brother Miaoyun, your proud disciple has given you a big gift today!"
"Yes, if one of my disciples can compose poems with extraordinary talent, I would be willing to live ten years shorter. At that time, at the Holy Academy Conference, the Holy Lord will name him and praise him, and it is possible that the Wen Palace can continue to improve!"
"Brother Miaoyun is expected to enter the fourth grade!"
Several other masters congratulated him one after another, their words full of envy for him.
Li Wenbo is Zhang Miaoyun's disciple. If Li Wenbo can write poems with great talent throughout the country, it will be of great benefit to Zhang Miaoyun.
Not only will there be rewards from the Holy Court, but there is also a high probability that it will help him advance to the Wen Palace.
Even if the poetry spreads widely, if the reputation is large enough in the future, he can hold an important position in Zhenguo Shengyuan.
The true ones are highly virtuous and respected, and honor their ancestors.
"Hahaha, let me borrow your good words!"
Zhang Miaoyun was also very happy, looking forward to this day, and said with a smile: "But even if Wenbo is not talented enough, the madman brought back by the dean today will probably have to crawl into the academy..."
Several wives stroked their beards and nodded in approval.
These bachelors are all their disciples, and those words Lin Yi just said were so infuriating.
Is this no different from humiliating them?
This madman must be severely weakened!
…
"The poem is finished!"
The moment Li Wenbo put pen to paper, the entire paper bloomed with dazzling white light, surrounded by talent and overflowing with the fragrance of books.
This is a scene of vitality.
"What a rich talent!"
"Senior Brother Li is a great talent, a great talent!"
"This poem is a masterpiece that Senior Brother Li has accumulated a lot of time and effort, and it will definitely be passed down to future generations!"
The eyes of all the scholars flickered, they were shocked by this scene, and they worshiped Li Wenbo in their hearts.
When~
The academy's literary bell also rang at this moment.
The scholars and masters were stunned for a moment, then burst into jubilation and applauded continuously.
"The bells are ringing, and Senior Brother Li's poems are ringing!"
"Okay, that's great!"
"Senior Brother Li has been welcomed by all, he has been famous for eternity, and his reputation will last for generations!"
"A certain fanatic, just wait to crawl into the academy from here! Hahaha..."
All the scholars were trembling with excitement, as if they had composed such a poem.
Also understandable.
After all, Li Wenbo now takes their place to suppress the madman Lin Yi.
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu looked at Li Wenbo with a smile and praised: "Very good. The bells of talent are ringing. This poem is very good!"
Zhang Miaoyun looked at Li Wenbo with a gentle expression and said, "Wenbo, you performed very well and made everyone proud!"
"Thank you, Dean, for the compliment!"
"Thank you Master for the compliment!"
Li Wenbo smiled in return and was very excited.
The four talents are stronger than the three he originally thought, and they actually attracted Wen Zhong.
It was unexpected.
As for reaching Cai Qi Guanzhou, he had not thought about it.
Because of his current level, being able to write poems with many talents is already beyond his level.
"There are many talents, and the paper weighs forty pounds, which is enough to crush Lin Yi..." Li Wenbo has this confidence.
Because from beginning to end, apart from the golden talent surging between Lin Yi's words and ink, he did not inspire any talent from heaven and earth at all.
Obviously, his poetry is not popular.
"Lin Yi, your poem doesn't seem to have caused any movement? What's going on? Aren't you a sharp-tongued person?"
Li Wenbo looked at Lin Yi with a look of ridicule and ridicule.
"Haha, maybe Jiang Lang has exhausted his talent!"
"With his level, he can compose a poem that will be inscribed on a monument? It's really ridiculous..."
"The truth is out, Dean, you were deceived by this person!"
Many bachelors also stood up to ridicule Lin Yi, and other bachelors were also laughing secretly, with disdain for Lin Yi in their eyes.
Zheng Zhiqiu said seriously: "This dean knows Lin Yi's level well. The poem inscribed on the monument was indeed written by him. No one can question this!"
"In addition, Lin Yi has already composed a poem about Cai Qi Guan Zhou and a poem about Cai Qi Ming Zhou. He doesn't need to prove anything anymore!"
"Let's all go away. No one can compose another poem with more than four talents in such a short period of time!"
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu knew that Lin Yi had lost, but he knew that Lin Yi's level was just abnormal now.
So he chose to cover up and tell everyone the truth.
"puff!"
"Hahaha……"
"The dean is really good at joking. His talent in Guanzhou is not enough, and he still brags about his talent in Mingzhou? Dean... we are not three-year-olds anymore!"
All the scholars couldn't help but burst into laughter, and some even held their stomachs in their hands and laughed so hard that they couldn't stand upright.
The wives also smiled. They didn't expect that the dean would make such a joke, which almost made them think that Lin was the dean's illegitimate son!
soon.
Everyone saw that Lin Yi didn't speak, and their laughter gradually subsided.
"Have you had enough laughing so soon?"
Lin Yi looked at the scholars and masters in surprise and said, "Would you like to laugh a few more times?"
