"what happened?"
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu, Chen Jinbei and several other teachers quickly gathered around.
"Wen Zhong..."
puff!
As soon as Master Zhang Miaoyun opened his mouth, he spat out a large mouthful of blood. Immediately, blood started to flow from his ears, and he said with a pale face: "Wen Zhong...exploded!"
"The Wen bell exploded?"
"How could the Wen Zhong explode? This is a Wen Bao, which can sense the fluctuations of the heaven and earth's talents in Jinzhou."
"Could it be Lin Yi's poem?"
All the bachelors were shocked at that time, especially when a female bachelor’s point of view came out, the scene became quiet again.
"The Wen Zhong is a bit like the seismometer of the previous life. Wherever there is a fluctuation in talent and reaches a certain magnitude, it will make a sound..."
Lin Yi probably knew a little bit about it.
He wondered whether Wen Zhong was really blown up by his poems, right?
"Hahaha……"
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, then stroked his beard and chuckled, saying: "If you guessed it right, the explosion of Wen Zhong is related to Lin Yi. This is a great thing!"
"Is it related to Lin Yi?"
The faces of all the bachelors and several masters looked a little unhappy.
puff!
Zhang Miaoyun vomited blood again and his whole body was numb.
"The Wen Zhong of Pingzhou Academy can only carry limited fluctuations in talent. Lin Yi's two poems today by Mingzhou, which inspired the talents of heaven and earth, coupled with the Wen Dao and Tianyin, will only have ghosts if the Wen Zhong does not explode!"
Zheng Zhiqiu was in a good mood. He looked at Lin Yi with a smile and said, "Lin Yi, you really impress this dean!"
Lin Yi didn't expect that Wen Zhong's exploding pot could really fall on his head.
But he admitted it!
And now is not the time to discuss Wen Zhong's explosion, his business is not over yet.
Lin Yi looked at Li Wenbo who was slumped on the ground and said, "How talented is my poem?"
"I……"
Li Wenbo's face turned red and he lowered his head, unable to hold back a word.
Talent Mingzhou.
At least he is six Dou high in talent.
And the poems he was proud of were only four dozen high in talent. When he thought about how he and the other scholars mocked Lin Yi, he felt his face burning.
climb?
This time he has to climb!
"Some high-quality pen and ink can play a certain role in blessing the talent of poetry..."
At this time, a master stood up and said: "Lin Yi's poems use Master Chen's pen and ink. Maybe the poem itself cannot reach the level of Mingzhou, but with the blessing of Master Chen's pen and ink, his talent can be like this." It’s so amazing, after all, I have never seen such golden talent!”
"right!"
"That's really the case. I suspected this just now!"
The other masters nodded, thinking that what this master said made sense.
"Shut up!"
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu directly scolded him and said: "As masters, you are so blind that you can't even see Haoran's righteousness. Should I, the dean, consider replacing you?"
"Wha...what?"
The master who questioned Lin Yi was stunned at that time.
The other masters were even more shocked and their livers and gallbladders were about to burst.
Hao...Haoran is upright?
The scholars were stunned. They were shocked again and again, and their minds were almost blank now.
Zheng Zhiqiu said: "You should have sensed it before, that awe-inspiring righteousness was brought down by Lin Yi in the county government office!"
"This, this, this..."
The ladies stepped back and looked at Lin Yi with shocked faces, their lips trembling.
For no reason, a strong sense of regret filled their hearts.
at the same time.
When Lin Yi stared at Li Wenbo and asked him how talented he was in poetry, Chen Jinbei had already walked over with a scroll of poetry in his hands.
He didn't use his talents, so he seemed to be struggling.
It is not an empty saying that a scholar has no talent and is useless.
Chen Jinbei took a deep breath, looked at Lin Yi, the dean and all the masters in the academy, and said seriously: "The talent is six buckets high, and the paper weighs sixty-nine pounds. There is only a slight difference between the poems of Guanfu, which are only seven buckets high." …”
"What!"
"What? How far away is it from Caiqi Guanfu? No wonder the Wen Zhong exploded..."
The masters no longer knew what to say.
Anything they say will only appear feeble, short-sighted, and ignorant!
"Ah, just a tiny bit missing, just a tiny bit missing!"
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu stomped his feet angrily: "If I take a poem with great talent to the Holy Academy, it will be enough to exchange for more powerful literary skills and literary skills!"
Chen Jinbei said angrily: "The poems written by Cai Qi Mingzhou... can also be replaced by a good Wen Zhong!"
"Poetry, I want to read poetry!"
Li Wenbo stood up from the ground, looked at Chen Jinbei, and said stubbornly: "I want to know where I lost!"
He still has a little pride in his heart.
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
All the scholars came to their senses at this time, and all their eyes fell on Chen Jinbei, wondering what kind of quatrain poem Lin Yi had composed!
Chen Jinbei glanced at Li Wenbo with pity: "Are you sure you want to see it?"
"look!"
Li Wenbo gritted his teeth and said.
Zheng Zhiqiu hit Chen Jinbei on the head with a chestnut and cursed: "You can read it as long as I ask you to, why do you care?"
"hiss!"
Chen Jinbei took a breath and said, "Dean, is this how you treat the academy's meritorious officials?"
"You can study the academy's literature, books and calligraphy as you like..." Zheng Zhiqiu said expressionlessly.
"Hahaha, thank you dean! Then I'll read it..."
Chen Jinbei was overjoyed, and then he moistened his throat and said loudly:
"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested."
"Today I will show you, who will have any injustice?"
The words on the poem scroll, accompanied by Chen Jinbei's recitation, bloomed with bright golden light at this moment.
Everyone didn't dare to express their anger, and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
This poem?
Why does it feel like Lin Yi is mocking the entire academy's bachelors...
It means that I have a sword that I have sharpened for ten years, and I took it out today. If anyone has any grievances, just stand up.
The problem is...this is a quatrain poem that makes the state famous. In the entire Pingzhou Academy, which bachelor would dare to stand up now?
No wonder he was so crazy at the beginning. This is the confidence and calmness of a scholar from Lin Yi's heart!
Later, these golden lights turned into golden regular script characters, jumping on the poem scroll.
As Chen Jinbei's recitation ended, these small golden characters condensed into a golden long sword, and with a 'whoosh' sound, it sank directly into the back of the monument at the foot of the mountain.
Poems shining with golden light are engraved on the monument one by one.
The entire monument shook violently, and the entire earth was shaking.
This is because the monument is a huge stone that goes deep into the ground and is connected to the top of the academy hill.
The monument will not fall, but the college will survive!
Originally, the literary stele was the foundation of an academy, but since Pingzhou Academy did not have the poems inscribed on the stele, the literary stele was just a decoration.
Zheng Zhiqiu is not even qualified to participate in the Holy Academy Conference.
But it's different now.
Pingzhou Academy has poems on inscriptions, and now there are still two poems, and the entire academy also has the power to protect the mountain.
In the face of the attack of a powerful enemy, the poems inscribed on the monument can be transformed into a mountain-protecting formation.
The more brilliant the poem on the monument, the more terrifying the power it can manifest!
