"It turns out that what the dean said was to hang "Ode of Lime" in the main hall, which is the poem on the plaque..."
Only then did Lin Yi react.
At the same time, my mind was greatly touched, and I didn’t know what to say for a moment.
When he first came to Pingzhou Academy, he was provoked by these bachelors.
He was forced to sing the poem "The Swordsman" and convinced them all.
Nowadays, because of the poem "Song of Lime" written on the plaque, everyone calls him their teacher.
They are extremely passionate.
Perhaps, as Dean Zheng Zhiqiu said, these academy bachelors are not bad, they just love to be serious.
"I have said before that I only write poems to express my feelings. If you can understand something, that is because you have high understanding!"
Lin Yi glanced over these scholars and chuckled: "It's getting so late, you'd better go back first!"
Lin Yi was actually very happy.
The poems and prose of the sages from previous lives can shine here, and he is happier than anyone else.
This is the pride of the Chinese nation.
"We want to see more of you!"
A female bachelor blushed and said, her voice was very soft, but it resonated.
Lin Yi was a little helpless and said, "Then just watch!"
…
at the same time.
At the foot of Pingzhou Academy, a skinny old Taoist leaning on a cane and wearing tattered Taoist robes appeared here.
The old Taoist's eyes were gloomy, he looked up at the brightly lit academy building on the mountainside, and the corner of his mouth curved into a sinister smile.
"Tonight... the old Taoist is going to go on a killing spree..."
Boom!
The old Taoist slammed his crutch into the ground, and a crack appeared in the ground, spreading to the monument of Pingzhou Academy.
In an instant.
On the monument, the brilliance flashed away, and the cracks were forcibly suppressed.
"oh?"
The old Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the monument standing at the foot of the mountain. At that time, he felt a strong and strong wind coming.
"not good!"
The old Taoist was shocked when he saw this. He quickly somersaulted and retreated three hundred meters. It wasn't until he left the academy that the sharp edge disappeared.
"Poems on monuments...Pingzhou Academy actually has poems on monuments?"
The old man's face was particularly ugly.
With the poem inscribed on the monument, Pingzhou Academy is eligible to be registered in the Holy Academy, and has a good ability to resist risks.
It can provide shelter for Dayan scholars.
As Taoism is not recognized by Shengwen Continent, it is naturally rejected by Wen Dao.
It's not easy to walk in like this.
"However, the poetry of this inscription has just begun to appear, and it has not yet been completely integrated with Pingzhou Academy. It cannot stop the old Taoist..."
The old man sneered again and again.
He immediately sat down cross-legged and pressed the seal with both hands. A burst of green smoke appeared from behind his head, and a transparent shadow that looked exactly like him rose up from the ground.
It's the Yin God!
Of course, for the veteran, he prefers to call himself Yuanshen.
"The old Taoist spirit is out of the body and can kill people invisibly. It just so happens... let's sacrifice the entire Pingzhou Academy tonight!"
The old Taoist Yin Shen smiled ferociously. He looked in the direction of Pingzhou Academy and murmured in a low voice: "It's so late and you haven't started practicing the fox summoning technique to help the old Taoist? It seems... I have to remind you!"
The old Taoist Yin Shen made a move with his right hand, and suddenly a transparent little fox phantom rushed directly to Pingzhou Academy.
Uh-huh!
However.
The moment the little fox phantom approached the academy monument, a golden light suddenly bloomed on the monument, and a burst of awe-inspiring righteousness erupted.
"Squeak~"
The little fox was shrouded in golden light, let out a shrill scream, and then melted away.
"Little fox!"
"Haoran is righteous? The poem on the monument...it's him, it's him!"
The old Taoist Yin God's body was filled with black smoke, and the evil spirit surged. The surrounding vegetation was frozen in an instant. His Yin God rushed directly towards the monument: "Old Taoist, I want to see how much the poem you inscribed on the monument weighs."
call out!
Wherever the old Taoist Yin Shen passed, the ground was covered with a layer of frost, but at the moment when he was about to approach the monument.
Keng!
A crisp sword sound sounded, and then the sword of talent, transformed from Haoran's righteousness, was unsheathed from the monument.
Directly pierced the air and stabbed Lao Dao.
Around the sword of talent, there are small golden characters rising and falling: Ten years to sharpen a sword!
Then the small golden characters turned into a stream of light and sank directly into the sword of talent, causing the entire sword of talent to glow with golden light.
Like the light of a sword.
The sword energy is sharp and sharp!
"It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, no wonder the sword is so powerful!"
The old Taoist was not too surprised. Yin Shen used his Taoist skills, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together and turned into a huge black hand, grabbing the sword of talent.
"Devil's hand!"
boom!
The moment the talent collided with the black hand, the collision of talent and spiritual energy caused a majestic energy to sweep through the world.
The old Taoist Yin Shen put his hands behind his back, motionless, and sneered: "The poem on the monument is nothing more than that!"
Keng!
As soon as the old Taoist finished speaking, another sword of talent appeared on the monument, with small golden letters appearing all around: Frost Blade has not been tried.
The small golden characters then turned into light and disappeared into the sword of talent.
"oh?"
The old Taoist raised his eyebrows, obviously not expecting that the poem inscribed on the monument was more than one sentence. He said solemnly: "The old Taoist doesn't have time to spend time with you writing the monument!"
"Demon Realm!"
Hooray!
The old Taoist Yin Shen unfolded his Taoist robe, and black smoke poured out from the sleeves of his robe, directly covering the entire monument, blocking out the sky and the sun.
The Sword of Talent seemed to be under great pressure.
The ground shook constantly.
Buzz!
The golden light of the monument flickered again.
Another sword of talent was unsheathed, and the small golden characters "Today I will show you" followed closely and then merged.
This is not over yet.
Then another sword of talent was unsheathed, which was a bit stronger than the previous three swords of talent.
The small golden characters following behind are: Who has an injustice?
Buzz!
The three swords of talent merged at this moment and became one, condensing into a giant sword of talent ten feet long and soaring into the sky.
"This poem... is at least six Dou high... the limit of talent that my soul can carry is only sixty kilograms..."
Tsk!
As soon as the old Taoist Yin Shen exclaimed, the giant sword of talent that soared into the sky slashed down in the air.
The sharp sword energy and the blazing awe-inspiring energy directly poked a big hole in his magical power.
The awe-inspiring sword energy made his Yinshen feel as if he was being bathed in sunlight, burning with incomparable pain.
"Damn it!"
The old Taoist Yin Shen waved his hand, and the black smoke burned by Haoran's sword energy shrank crazily, and all returned to the old Taoist sleeve robe.
The great sword of talent seemed to have exhausted its talent and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Since this was a battle between Yin Shen Dao and the Monument Monument, and the warning bell had exploded, no one in the academy felt it.
Even the dean Zheng Zhiqiu was not aware of it.
"Even the old Taoist's natal magical power has been broken. I didn't expect that such a low-class academy would actually get such an inscribed poem..."
The old Taoist Yin Shen swayed like catkins in the wind, staring at the monument with a gloomy expression, and murmured: "But... it's all over!"
The old man laughed ferociously.
But the next moment.
The smile on his face suddenly faded, and the monument in his eyes suddenly grew crazily at this moment...
In less than a moment, the monument turned into a mountain of books.
There are all kinds of tomes and books all over the mountain. From time to time, the pages of the books are turned, and the chanting of the saints can be vaguely heard.
The talents of heaven and earth gathered crazily at this moment, directly shrouding the old Taoist spirit in the mountain of books...
