Not long after.
Zheng Zhiqiu studied the ink and carefully pushed the inkstone in front of Lin Yi.
In the palm-sized inkstone, the ink is mixed with gold powder, causing the ink to dance gently.
Lin Yi glanced at Zheng Zhiqiu and said with a wry smile: "The dean is well prepared!"
"Ha ha!"
Zheng Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly, and then said seriously: "You still saw it. Using ordinary four treasures of the study to write your poem about talent and Mingzhou is a blasphemy to this poem. Only the earth-level treasures, It’s worthy of your poem!”
For a poem that can make a name for itself, using ordinary Four Treasures of the Study would be a waste of natural resources.
If you write with cultural treasures, you will be invulnerable to fire and water and will be immortal for a hundred years.
Although Lin Yi currently does not have the eighth-level destiny realm and cannot turn poems into calligraphy treasures, a talented Mingzhou poem, coupled with calligraphy treasures, can also play the role of calligraphy treasures.
At critical moments, talents and power can be manifested.
For example, Lin Yi used these cultural treasures to write the quatrain poem "The Swordsman" that became a poem on the inscription. Then this poem can be used as a calligraphy treasure, which can manifest his talent and kill enemies with a sword.
Lin Yi nodded slightly.
He felt that these poems by the sages of previous lives must be carried by cultural treasures.
Lin Yi held the Qinglang pen and started writing.
Ouch!
Haoran's righteousness flowed to the tip of his pen, and Lin Yi seemed to hear the howl of a wolf, and his whole body was shaken.
Haoran's righteousness circulates more and more smoothly.
"Is there such a benefit? It can help people focus better!"
Lin Yi was a little surprised. This Wenbao pen was indeed extraordinary. It was many times better than Master Chen's Wenbao pen.
"Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if they were idle."
"Don't be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces. You must leave your innocence in this world."
Lin Yi devoted himself wholeheartedly to it, his pen moved like flying, flowing like clouds and water, and he soon wrote down the poem content of "Song of Lime".
Cack!
The moment the poem was completed, the weight of the paper suddenly increased dramatically, and the four table legs burst into cracks.
"Good words!"
"What a poem!"
Zheng Zhiqiu craned his neck to see the rejection poem clearly. He was so moved that he blurted out: "What a sentence, you are not afraid of your bones being broken into pieces, you want to leave your innocence in the world. Such integrity is admirable!"
Zheng Zhiqiu was greatly touched.
Look at character from poems.
No wonder Lin Yi can resonate with Haoran's righteousness, precisely because the righteousness in his heart lasts forever.
Therefore, when facing He Weijun, the dean of Junji Academy, he was not afraid.
Zheng Zhiqiu's eyes suddenly became moist.
Then, he wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of his eyes and looked at Lin Yidao: "Pingzhou Academy will be proud of you and proud of you!"
"The dean is serious!"
Lin Yi shook his head. There was no need to be proud of him, but just be proud of the poem.
Just like he also admires the sages who wrote these poems, they are the pride in his heart.
"This poem... I want to hang it in the main hall of the academy to always remind the academy's bachelors of their determination to be loyal to the country and uphold their noble sentiments!" Zheng Zhiqiu said seriously.
Originally he wanted to keep the poem private, but now he feels he doesn't deserve it.
This poem can only be considered worthy if it is hung in the main hall of the academy so that all teachers and bachelors can see it when they look up.
Lin Yi didn't speak.
Instead, he bowed to Zheng Zhiqiu.
If this poem had been kept secretly by Zheng Zhiqiu, he would have felt ashamed of Yu Qian and Shaobao who wrote it.
Only the works of the sages of the past can shine and shine in the Holy Text Continent and be handed down for thousands of years, can they be considered worthy of these works.
He would also be honored.
It’s as if I stand with these sages and use my pen to write the poems of the sages so that the spirit in the poems can be passed down forever.
"Maybe this is the meaning of my coming to this world..."
Lin Yi whispered in his heart.
He traveled through time, and the memories of these poems deep in his mind seemed to have been engraved into his soul.
He couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.
It's as if he came to this world carrying the will of these sages from previous lives.
When Zheng Zhiqiu saw Lin Yi saluting him, he knew that this was the right choice. He helped Lin Yi up and said seriously: "Lin Yi, your talent cannot be buried. The world is not peaceful now, and demons are everywhere. You must Practice hard and be sure to join the Holy Monastery in the future..."
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment.
He knew some history. The reason why literary monks held high positions and powerful positions was not just because they had talent and power.
There is another reason, that is, they bear the mission of protecting hundreds of millions of human beings.
Holy courtyard.
Why is it called Zhenguoshengyuan.
It is because of the literary monks trained by the Holy Academy that they truly fulfill their mission of protecting the country.
Kill the demons and protect our human race!
"good!"
Lin Yi nodded heavily.
Zheng Zhiqiu patted Lin Yi's shoulder happily, then put away his solemn look, looked at Lin Yi with a smile and said: "Then Dean, I... will take this poem away first?"
Lin Yi smiled and said: "Yeah!"
"hey-hey!"
Zheng Zhiqiu chuckled, put away the test paper, held it in his arms, and said to Lin Yi: "By the way, Li Wenbo asked this dean this morning where you live. He should be here to be your book boy. If you need anything later, just ask him Call him, and you can practice whatever you want with the literature and art books in the academy..."
"Actually, Li Wenbo, the bachelors and masters of the academy... are not bad. Scholars like to be more serious!"
He was worried that what happened at the foot of the academy yesterday would affect Lin Yi's attitude towards the bachelors and masters of Pingzhou Academy.
"Disciple knows!"
Lin Yi nodded.
Only then did Zheng Zhiqiu feel relieved. He hugged the poetry volume "Ode of Lime" and left the small courtyard of his descendants in a puddle.
…
in the room.
Lin Yi carefully looked at the Four Treasures of the Qinglang Suite sent by Zheng Zhiqiu. He had tried it just now.
It felt really good and he couldn't put it down, so he wanted to improve his talent by practicing calligraphy.
but.
The rice paper on the table is not ordinary paper. It is too expensive to use for calligraphy practice.
"It's better to wait for Li Wenbo to come back!"
Lin Yi shook his head.
Not long after.
Li Wenbo came back out of breath, holding six or seven bound books in his arms, all about literature and ethics.
"Lin Yi, the book you want!"
As soon as he entered the courtyard, Li Wenbo went straight to Lin Yi's room and put all the books on the table.
He wiped away his sweat and said: "There are two volumes of the True Interpretation of Literary Dao, three volumes of Ninth Grade Literature and Art, a biography of demons, and a classic book specifically recording fox demons."
"It's pretty fast!"
Lin Yi didn't expect Li Wenbo to work so efficiently.
This book boy is a surprise!
"water!"
Li Wenbo's mouth was dry. He had been running all the way and his energy had been exhausted a lot.
Lin Yi poured him a cup of tea.
He drank it all in one gulp.
"By the way, I also applied for the Four Treasures of the Study at the Wenbao level, but I haven't gotten it yet. After all, Wenbao is too precious, and the academy also needs to outsource it!"
Li Wenbo then said: "Of course, if you want to practice calligraphy, I can lend you my Four Treasures of the Study, the Yue Jie Wen Bao, there are only three sets in the entire academy!"
He deliberately pointed out that the four treasures of his study were Yuejie Wenbao, highlighting his status in Pingzhou Academy.
The purpose was to prevent Lin Yi from looking down on him.
