"Can!"
Lin Yi nodded and motioned to all the scholars to come forward and take a look.
This is not a complete poem, just a sentence from "The Poetry of Seven Killings".
Seven words of 'kill'!
He was indeed very angry at the time, and Chen Haoran's behavior could be said to be outraged by both humans and gods.
He wished he could kill it with his own hands.
Therefore, at that time, he thought of Zhang Xianzhong's poem "Seven Kills" in his previous life. Before he could even think about it, he wrote seven words of "kill" in one breath.
Who knows... these can all become calligraphy treasures that can directly kill the Taoist Yin God.
"This...is a poem?"
"This, this, this..."
"Nonsense, what is this not poetry? It's obviously a quatrain poem!"
"Yes, yes, look at Master Lin's handwriting. Not only is it beautiful, it is sharp and sharp with murderous intent. These seven murderous characters bring the momentum to the limit... It's not surprising that the poems turned into calligraphy treasures!"
"Yes, it is indeed true!"
When all the scholars saw these seven words of killing, they were all stunned.
How can there be only seven killing characters that can become a Guanzhou poem of great talent?
But under the analysis of other bachelors, they feel that it makes some sense. Each word "kill" has a different momentum.
After continuous accumulation, the entire artistic conception will be in place.
It is reasonable to become a calligrapher.
"..."
Lin Yi fell silent.
Good guy!
These bachelors are really making things out of thin air, but they do sound somewhat reasonable.
certainly.
Maybe it was because I first thought of the poem "Poetry of Seven Kills" in my mind, and then wrote the seven characters for "kill". My emotions were vented at one point, and this became the calligraphy treasure that can suppress the evil spirits.
"Chen Haoran practices Taoism?"
at this time.
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu's voice sounded, and he rushed into the small courtyard anxiously, his face turned pale.
Chen Haoran is a disciple of Pingzhou Academy.
His article ranks first in Nanxiang Prefecture, which is also his pride.
He originally thought that the academy's articles by Chen Haoran, Fang Qingxue's lyrics, Lin Yi's poems... would definitely become a good story in Nanxiang Mansion.
But just now Li Wenbo told him that Chen Haoran practiced Taoism and summoned the Taoism ghost to kill the academy bachelor...
He was completely confused.
"Dean!"
"Dean!"
Lin Yi and other scholars bowed their hands and bowed. Everyone felt very heavy and silently moved the corpses of several scholars over.
"What's going on? How can Chen Haoran practice Taoism..."
at the same time.
Other masters also entered the courtyard and happened to see several corpses that had been moved together by the bachelor.
"Well……"
The wives were stunned at that time, and their expressions changed drastically.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Zheng Zhiqiu and the other masters were greatly shaken, and their minds were buzzing, as if they had been hit by a stone.
"presumptuous!"
Zheng Zhiqiu was furious, murderous intent instantly appeared on his face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Chen Haoran is so presumptuous...how dare he..."
If an academy wants to gain a foothold in Dayan, it must fulfill its mission, guard Taoism, and monitor whether the scholars practice Taoism.
There is zero tolerance for scholars who practice Taoism.
Kill them if you see them!
Any academy that tolerates people who practice Taoism will bear the wrath of the Holy Academy and kill the entire academy.
Zheng Zhiqiu walked quickly to the bookstore, feeling sad in his heart.
But there is still a hint of hope.
Maybe……
Why doesn’t Chen Haoran practice?
Is it just being controlled by demons using Taoism? At this time, Chen Haoran might be able to forgive him if he appeals to the academy.
Zheng Zhiqiu put his right hand on the door of the bookstore, injecting talent into it, and within a moment he broke through the array of talent.
Squeak!
The door opens.
Lin Yi, Li Wenbo, as well as all the masters and bachelors, all looked towards the direction of the book pavilion.
Lin Yi subconsciously held the Qinglang pen with his right hand.
No matter what.
The earth-level cultural treasure combined with Haoran's righteousness is definitely a killer weapon for him.
In the bookstore.
Chen Haoran's back was turned to Zheng Zhiqiu, his white Confucian shirt was stained with a lot of ink, his long hair was disheveled, and his hands were behind his back.
His fingers moved gently and rhythmically, as if he was brewing something.
"Chen Haoran!"
Zheng Zhiqiu vaguely felt that something was wrong. Chen Haoran was really too calm. He said in a deep voice: "This dean wants to ask you, have you practiced Taoism?"
"yes!"
Chen Haoran no longer looked crazy and said calmly: "What's wrong?"
"you……"
Zheng Zhiqiu was so angry that his blood almost turned backwards.
What's wrong?
This is simply against the law of heaven and is deeply inappropriate, but it’s a shame he still said it.
Zheng Zhiqiu took a deep breath, looked at the once proud eldest disciple with disappointment, and said: "Let's capture him without any effort!"
"hehe!"
Chen Haoran smiled and shook his head. He slowly turned around, and his original haggard face was replaced by a strange temperament.
His face was covered with veins and his lips were purple, but his whole person had an indescribable calmness.
It's like... he's not afraid of Zheng Zhiqiu at all.
"A scholar is not wrong when he says that a hundred useless things are useless. Even if the Wen Dao has suppressed the Taoist lineage for thousands of years... there is still no change!"
Chen Haoran put his hands behind his back and kept approaching Zheng Zhiqiu. He shook his head and sighed: "Dean Zheng, think about it...it's a pity that literary practice is so slow. Everyone is limited by the literary palace and it is difficult to reach the peak of literary practice." ?”
"But Taoism is different. As long as we scholars practice, we can easily master this power and take life and death without any restrictions. Isn't it wonderful?"
"You...you actually said such treacherous words, you have become a demon, you are hopeless!"
Zheng Zhiqiu's chest heaved violently, he glared at Chen Haoran, and gritted his teeth and said: "Reading is for these powers? Reading is to explore the Tao. Techniques are just the power that accompanies us when we study. They are the power given by the Tao when we understand our minds and nature, cultivate our moral character, and cultivate our nature... "
"Taoism...it is evil magic! It is the wisp of turbid spiritual energy that opened the world with a painting by the ancient Emperor Fuxi!"
"Taoism cannot be tolerated by literature and art. You abandon the basics and throw yourself into the embrace of Taoism. I, the dean, will clean up the family today!"
Zheng Zhiqiu was really angry and said: "Taoism is prohibited here!"
Buzz!
The rules of a fourth-grade gentleman emerged. Zheng Zhiqiu knew that Chen Haoran could no longer move. With a cruel heart, he pointed at Chen Haoran and said: "Both spirit and form will be destroyed!"
The words and expressions of the gentleman state follow the magical power, which has a unique advantage for those who practice Taoism.
That is the demon path lower than the fourth level, which means that both the spirit and the form will be destroyed!
This is the power of rules given to scholars by the Tao of Literature.
Of course, for those who read, being destroyed physically and mentally... To be precise, many of the rules that can cause injuries or death to students are invalid.
Unless... please ask for the Holy Judgment.
At this time, scholars will lose the protection of literature and will be directly obliterated by the rules of literature.
"Why bother?"
Afterwards, Zheng Zhiqiu closed his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the outside of the book pavilion, feeling a little tired.
Chen Haoran...that was his most beloved disciple.
"It is your own fault and you will not live!"
"Chen Haoran has no way of surviving while practicing Taoism in the academy. The dean takes action, and a gentleman will follow his words!"
"You were so arrogant just now, aren't you completely dead now?"
Many bachelors had already guessed this outcome. If the dean took action, Chen Haoran would almost certainly die.
But that's it.
"The power of the fourth-grade literary rules is nothing more than this..."
