"good!"
Lin Yi opened his mouth to praise.
The corner of Li Wenbo's mouth curled up and he said: "It's okay, after all, the academy is third. To be honest, if I didn't fulfill my agreement, I wouldn't be your book boy. You should understand!"
"I see!"
Lin Yi nodded and said, "So after one year, you can be free again!"
"It's a deal!"
Li Wenbo breathed a sigh of relief and did not continue the topic.
One year.
For them readers, it will pass quickly.
Lin Yi then picked up a thick book with the title "True Explanation of Literary Education" on the cover, and he read through it carefully.
This is a book about literature.
From the human emperor Fuxi opening the sky with a painting, to the Suiren clan igniting the fire of literature... and then to the nine great pioneers of literature establishing the nine realms of literature.
This is recorded in great detail in the book.
Lin also looked fascinated.
My inner understanding of literature and art is getting deeper and deeper.
In general.
When a scholar improves his talent, it is actually not much different from studying in his previous life. Improving knowledge means improving talent.
When you read, you read the books of sages.
When writing, I write sagely writings.
The purpose is to improve talent, but the speed is very, very slow.
However, writing poems and articles can increase the speed of talent improvement to a very high level.
The more outstanding the poems and articles are, the more talents will be improved.
What's even more interesting is.
Why is it that a poem that is as talented as anyone in the world can cause readers to go crazy?
This article is a true interpretation of the article and also gives an explanation.
The fundamental reason is... if you copy and copy such talented poems and articles, your talent will improve faster than reading the books of sages.
Because the books of sages have been rubbings from their birth to the present, they are not authentic at all, and the improvement in talent has been minimal.
However, the newly released poems and articles contain fresh talents from heaven and earth, which is equivalent to copying and transcribing the original works.
The speed is self-evident.
There is a certain probability that even poems and essays with a talent above Mingzhou can cleanse the scholar's literary palace.
Anyone who experiences it personally will be blessed by literature.
This blessing of literature and art is the heavenly sound of literature and art.
And the poems and articles written by the talented and talented Mingfu are 100% able to cleanse the scholar's literary palace and make further progress.
only.
Caiqi Mingfu's poems and articles, Dayan...have not appeared for a hundred years.
There is another sentence in the True Interpretation of Wen Dao, which goes like this: There are ten buckets of talent in the world, nine of which are reserved for saints, and one fight for scholars.
It means that a person with nine levels of talent is a saint, and a person with eight levels of talent is a sub-sage.
As for the Dayan Dynasty, except for the Holy Master of the Zhenguo Holy Academy a hundred years ago, when he reached the second level of literature and Taoism, he wrote the most talented article "Zhenguo" and was named a sub-sage.
From now on.
There is no sub-sage in Dayan.
"Talent is as high as nine, and talent is famous for the country... Hundreds of millions of people in the whole country can hear the sound of literature and heaven. This will be an auspicious sign of the birth of a saint. The purple energy comes from the east for hundreds of thousands of miles, and the rays of light fill the three hundred states. …”
Lin also saw the celestial phenomenon about the birth of the saint and couldn't help but read it out.
He felt his heart tremble.
My heart was greatly shocked!
His heart was burning, and many poems flashed through his mind. He wanted to know which poem... could reach the ninth level of talent.
At this moment, Lin Yi's eyes lit up and he thought of a poem.
But then.
"Hiss~"
When he thought of that poem, he felt a splitting headache, as if a sword was about to tear his soul apart.
A surge of righteousness burst out of his body uncontrollably.
"Lin Yi?"
Li Wenbo felt puzzled and shouted softly.
next moment.
He then saw Lin Yi being shrouded in awe-inspiring righteousness, and the golden light was dazzling, and he quickly blocked it with his hands.
But vaguely, he seemed to see the shadow of a ruler.
"my eyes!"
Li Wenbo just glanced at it, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears of blood flowed out.
Good thing.
Lin also stopped recalling the poem in time, Haoran's righteousness instantly restrained himself, and the room returned to its original state again.
He gasped for air.
Then he turned around and looked at Li Wenbo. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Why are you crying?"
"???"
Li Wenbo was confused.
Is this crying?
Don't let your righteousness go unchecked, okay?
Li Wenbo couldn't possibly say that he couldn't hold back Haoran's righteousness. He was too humble. He found an excuse and said: "It's just sand in his eyes. It's okay!"
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back to the room first..."
Li Wenbo's eyes were so painful that he planned to go back to his room to recover.
"Go!"
Lin Yi nodded.
While reading, there was someone staring next to me, and he felt a little awkward.
Li Wenbo was just about to leave, but then he seemed to remember something and looked at Lin Yidao: "Let me lend you my moon-level literary treasure first! You have too little talent. You need to practice more to improve your talent, otherwise there is nothing you can do about your literary skills. Practice!”
He took out the Four Treasures of the Study from the box and placed them one by one on the table.
With Lin Yi's current level of Ninth Grade Enlightenment, Li Wenbo felt that he would be in a very low position as his pupil.
He thought that Lin Yi would improve his cultivation quickly.
Lest he be laughed at!
Lin Yi put down the book, looked at Li Wenbo and said, "No need, I already have it!"
"Yes?"
Li Wenbo was stunned for a moment, then looked at the desk in the room, and indeed saw the Four Treasures of the Study.
But he shook his head and smiled, and said: "You don't understand. The ordinary four treasures of the study have little effect on improving talent. With the help of my moon-level literary treasures, the speed can be more than a little faster."
"Let me collect it for you! You can definitely replace it with mine!"
Li Wenbo walked over, and without waiting for Lin Yi to explain, he was about to sweep Qinglang Tao Wenbao aside.
But as soon as his hand touched the Qinglang Pen, he found that he couldn't lift it up.
"Um?"
Li Wenbo was stunned. He wondered if the pen was stuck to the table.
Then he pulled hard.
Click!
Li Wenbo's fingers made a crisp sound.
"What the fuck!"
He couldn't help spitting out the fragrance, his face turned red instantly, and his face twisted in pain: "My hand..."
My fingernails were ripped off!
Lin Yi was immersed in the book, and then noticed Li Wenbo's situation, and immediately walked over and said: "It is mentioned in the book of the true interpretation of Wen Dao that after Wen Bao recognizes his owner, no one else can mention it, and it will be as heavy as a thousand stones. You are too precious." That’s reckless!”
"What kind of treasures are there? There are three sets of moon-level treasures in the academy. Chen Haoran, Fang Qingxue and I have divided them. How can there be a fourth set?"
Li Wenbo squeezed his fingers tightly and said: "As for the cultural treasures that recognize the owner, at least they are earth-level cultural treasures. Do you think this is the... treasure of the academy?"
Li Wenbo's voice became softer and softer.
Only then did he realize something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the Qinglang set of cultural treasures on the desk.
His eyes widened.
hiss!
Li Wenbo took a closer look and couldn't help but take a breath, his face turned green with fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "Qing... Qinglang pen?"
"No...there is also Qinglang Inkstone..."
"Qing Lang Mo!"
Li Wenbo felt a numbness, which shot up from the soles of his feet to the sky. His scalp was numb. He pointed at Lin Yi and stammered: "You, you, you..."
