"Are you the dean's illegitimate son?"
Chen Haoran stared into Lin Yi's eyes, wanting to know the truth.
After all, only direct disciples could enter this courtyard, and he could tell at a glance that Lin Yi was not qualified.
He is not an illegitimate child. Can the dean allow an ordinary person like him to become a direct disciple of the academy?
"no!"
Lin Yi shook his head.
"Then how did you become the dean's third direct disciple? Only direct disciples can enter this courtyard!"
Chen Haoran's sleepiness was gone.
Lin Yi said calmly: "Fang Qingxue and Master Chen are kind to me, so I joined Pingzhou Academy!"
"What's the meaning?"
Chen Haoran was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "Junior Sister Fang and Master Chen helped you, and you joined the academy. It sounds like... the dean is rushing to accept you?"
"So be it!"
Lin Yi nodded.
Zheng Zhiqiu had indeed done this before, and also said that he would introduce him to a beautiful senior sister.
"hehe!"
Chen Haoran shook his head and smiled, saying: "You were kept in the dark, you must be the dean's illegitimate son!"
"To be honest, your qualifications are not good and you are not qualified to be the direct disciple of the dean. I can randomly find anyone in the academy who has better qualifications than you."
"And the uncle just now is not a scholar, but he was able to enter the academy and was called sir by the dean. At first glance, he is your adoptive father!"
Chen Haoran looked at Lin Yi with an insightful expression and said, "Am I right?"
"..."
Lin Yi was a little impressed by Chen Haoran, and he could see this, so he nodded and said, "That's right!"
However, he was too lazy to explain what Chen Haoran said that he was Zheng Zhiqiu's illegitimate son.
It can't be said that it was because he wrote a few poems that made the state famous that he was accepted as a disciple by Dean Zheng.
No need.
"Hahaha, I will protect you from Pingzhou Academy from now on!"
Chen Haoran patted Lin Yi on the shoulder and said: "But there are a few people you shouldn't mess with, one is Li Wenbo, and there are two ruthless people who came down to handle the case!"
"Of course, if it were before, I would have suppressed them every minute, but now...there is something wrong with our Wen Palace, ahem~"
"Li Wenbo?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment. Isn't this his new book boy?
"Okay, go and do your own business. Senior brother has gone to bed, so don't disturb me!"
Ha~
Chen Haoran yawned and went to the bookstore with his hands on his waist.
Less than a moment.
There was a snoring sound.
"Is there something wrong with Wen Gong?"
Lin Yi didn't know what Chen Haoran had done, and there was something wrong with Wen Gong.
But there is no doubt that this will lead to stagnation in the realm and a significant reduction in cultivation.
Wen Gong.
It is a place to store talents that can only be opened up by the eighth-level destiny realm.
Before it was developed, talents were cultivated in Wenxin, and the blood flowed through the meridians of the body, tempering the physique.
But Wen Xin’s talents were not many.
Once the Wen palace is opened, the eighth level of establishing destiny will be achieved.
Then the stored talent will exceed an order of magnitude, and at this time, you can use your literary skills as you wish.
"ignore him!"
Lin Yi didn't think about it afterwards. He tidied up the room and lay down on the bed.
It has only been a few days since he traveled to the Holy Continent, so many things have happened, and he has also seen the huge benefits that the poems in his previous life have provided him.
In general.
He is very optimistic about the future.
…
Night falls.
In the small courtyard of the academy, Chen Haoran, wearing a blue Confucian shirt, woke up from his sleep.
"over slept?"
"You have to write it quickly, otherwise you will have to be tortured by her in your dream again..."
Chen Haoran quickly got busy in the library, polished ink, and started writing an article: "For the third time, it is said that night fell, thunder and lightning struck, and a scholar from Lanting Temple came to Beijing to take the exam..."
"This woman is fair-skinned and beautiful, with a hot figure. She hangs all over the scholar's body, searching up and down..."
"The bonfire reflects the shadow of the woman on the wall, but it has nine tails. It is the vixen who has been practicing for thousands of years and specializes in absorbing the essence of scholars..."
…
Chen Haoran wrote hard and fast.
Sudden.
In the shadow reflected by the candlelight on the floor of the library, there was a shadow of a fox, split from his shadow.
The moment the shadow appears.
Then disappeared.
At the same time, Chen Haoran also felt relaxed all over, with a smile on his face: "As expected, if I don't write about the vixen, I will feel uncomfortable all over. Once I write about it... Wen Gong will show signs of repair!"
"Actually, not all Taoist magic is evil!"
"At least this fox summoning technique can repair my Wen Gong without any side effects... It's just that it will cause some slightly torturous dreams!"
"This fox-calling technique is a Taoist technique naturally prepared for scholars. Writing articles about vixens can nourish the literary palace!"
"However, practicing Taoism violates the forbidden law after all, so it's better not to be discovered... Fortunately, I only practice at night!"
Chen Haoran worked at his desk and devoted himself wholeheartedly to it.
…
at the same time.
"It's so cold!"
Lin Yi, who was sleeping, was suddenly woken up by a chill and frowned immediately.
Logically speaking.
He awakened his literary heart and became a scholar in the ninth level of enlightenment. His physical fitness improved a lot.
It's not a world of ice and snow with a bone-chilling wind, so you won't feel cold.
"The windows are closed and there is no wind blowing in..."
Lin Yi looked at the window and couldn't figure out where the coldness just came from.
"Son..."
But at this moment, a faint sound of mosquitoes and flies sounded in the room.
The voice was charming to the core.
It can make people's bones feel numb.
"who?"
Lin Yi's hair stood on end, and the chill was getting stronger and closer to him.
"It is rumored that sixth-grade Confucian scholars can cultivate the soul in the literary palace. When the soul travels, no one with a low level can notice it..."
Lin also speculated whether there was a soul from a sixth-grade Confucian scholar who came to take revenge on him.
After all, his poem does have a sarcastic meaning.
Didn’t you say that someone had an injustice?
Now a master is looking for him!
"Which Master is he? After all, he is a Confucian scholar and should be respected by scholars, but he does this kind of thing. Aren't you afraid that your identity will be revealed and you will be spurned by scholars?"
Lin Yi said in a deep voice.
He has to work hard to be fearless. From the memory of the original body, he knows something. The soul is actually a negative thing.
More afraid of masculine things.
Once he shows cowardice at this time, the other party will take advantage of it and directly destroy his literary palace.
And he doesn't even have a literary palace, so what he might lose at this time is his life.
"Kekeke..."
Charming voices sounded in the room from all directions, with a somewhat sinister feeling: "Young master is really interesting, I am not a scholar..."
"Then who are you?" Lin Yi asked.
"Su Mei'er, the slave, is here to spend the wedding night with the young master..."
That charming voice sounded directly in Lin Yi's ears, and his breath was like blue, and there was a smell at the same time.
Lin Yi's nose twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: "It smells of filth? It's not the smell of books!"
He rolled out of bed abruptly.
I knew I might have met the legendary... Yin God today.
The original person has read books on this subject. In the Holy Text Continent, there are not only literary monks, but also demons who practice Taoism.
When such people practice Taoism, they practice Yin Shen.
However.
However, at this angle, Lin Yi saw shadows coming in through the moonlight, and saw the shadow of a nine-tailed fox in the direction of the bed...
"Vixen!"
Lin Yi's scalp was numb.
Not only demons who practice Taoism... but also goblins?
