"More than one poem on the monument... What kind of poem is this? It actually forms a mountain of books by itself? No... I can't die trapped in this mountain of books. I don't want to read!"
The old Taoist found himself on the climbing stone steps of Shushan, and what stood in front of him was a book.
He knew that... if he wanted to destroy the mountain of books, he could only take one step at a time and read all the books on the mountain of books.
And listen to the chanting of the saints.
But what he knows all too well is... how can the Taoist Yin Shen bear the talent?
This is basically to refine his Yinshen.
"No... no... Chen Haoran, why don't you write an article? Write... Old Taoist is the master of the nine-tailed fox, and Taoist is riding the nine-tailed fox to rescue you..."
"Chen Haoran, if I die, you will also become a demon... No one can save you!"
In times of despair.
The old Taoist Yin God roared and roared, and he did not hesitate to burn some of the original power of the Yin God, but also wanted to send this will to the heart of Chen Haoran, who practiced Taoism!
…
"Who? Who is talking? This voice..."
In the small courtyard, Chen Haoran suddenly heard a voice out of thin air, as if someone was passing on a message.
The voice seemed familiar to him.
It was the Taoist priest who taught him Taoism.
"It's probably an auditory hallucination... When I write an article, do I still need guidance from an outsider?"
Chen Haoran sneered in his heart.
His attention was now all on Lin Yi, who was in an extremely unwilling mood.
He couldn't hear any sound.
He just wanted to suppress Lin Yi.
Chen Haoran then seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the academicians in the academy and shook his head: "It's really ridiculous. Lin Yi is the dean's illegitimate son. He said that he wrote the poem on the plaque. Do you really believe it?"
"You foolish people, where did the knowledge of the saints go?"
Lin Yi frowned.
Uh-huh!
All the scholars looked at Chen Haoran with hostility in their eyes: "Brother Haoran, what do you mean by this?"
"Are you insulting my teacher?"
"My master cannot be insulted. I will call you Brother Haoran for the last time and apologize to my master!"
Wang Chun, who was ranked fourth in the academy, glared directly at Chen Haoran.
Now that he has understood literary courage, he naturally has a sense of courage and courage, even if his level is not as good as Chen Haoran.
Faced with Lin Yi being insulted, he still had the courage to face Chen Haoran.
Say it again.
Chen Haoran is now injured in Wen Gong. This is a well-known thing in the academy. Now no one will really take him seriously.
Li Wenbo said in a deep voice: "Chen Haoran, you are really a frog in the well! You are simply ignorant. How can you question Lin Yi's talent?"
"you……"
puff!
Chen Haoran was so discouraged by the students that he vomited blood, and his face was bloodless, showing a sickly pale color.
"You deceived me, Chen Haoran, to get hurt in Wen Gong? Okay, that's really good!"
Chen Haoran pointed his fingers one by one and said: "Li Wenbo, Wang Chun, Su Yunwen... I will remember you!"
"You are so stupid. The poem on the plaque requires the blessing of earth-level cultural treasures. With Lin Yi's level, even if the dean lends it to him... can he use it?"
"In the entire academy, only I, Chen Haoran, and the dean can use the Green Wolf Pen!!!"
Chen Haoran's last words were almost shouted.
His face was ferocious, without any of the elegant temperament he once had, and he looked as if he were at the peak of his powers.
"You are the stupid one!"
Li Wenbo directly scolded Chen Haoran: "The dean has given the Qinglang Brush, Qinglang Inkstone, and Qinglang Ink to Lin Yi. The Qinglang Brush has even recognized the owner!"
"Lin Yi...has the qualifications of a sub-sage!"
Buzz!
Kick, kick, kick...
Thump!
Chen Haoran was shocked by Li Wenbo's scolding and retreated, sitting down on the door plaque of the bookstore.
His hairpin fell off and his hair was disheveled.
His face was as pale as paper.
"No...impossible!"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it..."
Chen Haoran shouted, unable to accept all this, and collapsed to the ground.
Did the dean give all the treasures of the underground to Lin Yi?
Why?
Why isn't it me, but Lin Yi, who is only at the ninth level?
Why?
Chen Haoran waved his hands randomly, and the old Taoist words began to echo in his mind: "If I die... no one can save you!"
"ah……"
Chen Haoran suddenly held his head, screamed strangely, and rushed into the bookstore.
"Don't let him in!"
Lin Yi spoke subconsciously, and was about to rush forward to stop him, but he heard a "clang" and the door of the bookstore was closed tightly.
boom!
Lin Yi kicked it hard and found that the door was not moving at all.
"The situation is bad!"
Lin Yi frowned. Chen Haoran was in a very scary state just now. He was afraid that he would go crazy due to being stimulated. He whispered in his heart: "I'm afraid... he is either possessed by a demon or will make the vixen become a demon!"
Li Wenbo looked at Lin Yi and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Chen Haoran is extremely arrogant and never looks at others seriously. It's time to scold him!"
Wang Chun nodded and said: "That's right, Master Lin, don't worry, his literary palace is damaged and he doesn't dare to use his literary skills to hurt others!"
"Some people are like this. They stand on a high place for a long time and refuse to come down. Once someone surpasses them, they cannot accept the reality!"
"Actually, if you have an open mind and a scholar can bend and stretch, why do you become so crazy?"
The scholars shook their heads in disappointment, feeling particularly disappointed with the performance of Chen Haoran, the academy's top disciple.
Lin Yi ignored the sighs of these bachelors. He walked to several windows in the library and pushed hard, but all failed.
"Can the door of this library be opened?"
Lin Yi returned to the door of the bookstore and looked at Li Wenbo.
"The book pavilion has a great array of talents. It can only be opened from the inside, or... the dean comes here!"
Li Wenbo glanced at the bookstore and said with a smile: "It's good to let Chen Haoran reflect in it!"
"Reflection is certainly a good thing, but..."
Lin Yi sighed lightly and said solemnly: "I'm afraid that if he practices Taoism inside, things will be in trouble!"
"Just practice...what? Practice Taoism?"
Wow!
As soon as Lin Yi opened his mouth, there was a huge uproar in the courtyard.
The expressions of all the scholars changed greatly.
The hair on my hair stood on end.
It’s not without reason that scholars’ expressions change when they talk about it.
It's really because Taoism is so terrifying. I don't know how many scholars and living beings have lost their lives in the hands of Taoism.
at the same time.
In the bookstore.
Chen Haoran has disheveled hair and a ferocious expression. He is holding a moon-level cultural treasure and writing furiously on rice paper.
"The literary palace has been damaged. Why do I need this literary reputation? Why not...kill! Kill! Kill!"
"That night, Su Meier came home from the mountain and was furious when she learned that her husband, Chen Haoran, had been humiliated. She had murderous thoughts and vowed to kill all the scholars who humiliated her husband..."
at the same time.
By candlelight.
The shadow behind him was stretched very long...and soon transformed into the shadow of a nine-tailed fox.
"Ms. sir... I will avenge you now!"
Su Meier's voice rang in Chen Haoran's ears.
The next second.
The black shadow of the nine-tailed fox disappeared into the book pavilion...
"Death, you all must die!"
"Jiejiejiejie..."
Chen Haoran's eyes were glowing red, as if he was possessed, and a harsh sound came from his throat.
"Master? Su Meier's master? You are Su Meier's slave. I, Chen Haoran, am Su Meier's master..."
The corner of Chen Haoran's mouth curled up in a strange arc, his eyes glowed red, and he said with a smile: "Why is it strictly forbidden for scholars to practice Taoism? Because you can't imagine how terrifying it is..."
"Lin Yi, are you talented in poetry? Then you should read my articles... taste the fear of being dominated by scholars' Taoist articles!"
"Hahaha……"
