The crisis in Pingzhou Academy has been resolved.
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu felt relieved, but when he saw the many palace buildings reduced to ruins, he couldn't help but feel a trace of distress on his face.
Another big expense...
"Master Chen!"
Zheng Zhiqiu spoke at this time.
"exist!"
Chen Jinbei knew that the dean had something to say, so he stepped forward.
"Your injuries are minor. Pick a few bachelors who can still work, count the number of people, and take care of the posthumous affairs of the bachelors who dedicated their lives to the academy..."
Zheng Zhiqiu looked tired, but still solemnly warned: "A generous burial!"
"yes!"
Chen Jinbei nodded in response.
Then he selected a few people from the returning bachelors and retreated.
The hearts of all the masters were heavy.
Some eyes were red, because some of the bachelors whose essence and blood were devoured by Chen Haoran were their disciples.
Lin Yi sighed inwardly.
If his performance was mediocre and he was not so outstanding in Pingzhou Academy, maybe Chen Haoran would not be possessed by jealousy.
"Master, it has nothing to do with you. Chen Haoran is used to being proud. He never looks at people seriously and can't get rid of the sand in his eyes!"
Li Wenbo noticed Lin Yi's strangeness and whispered from the side: "So today everyone came to thank you for your poem on the plaque, and didn't take him seriously. Only then did he have a mental breakdown. To put it bluntly, he just has his eyes higher than his head. He has a small belly and cannot see others being better than him!"
"Most scholars who can practice Taoism have this kind of virtue!"
Lin Yi came back to his senses and nodded slightly: "I'm determined!"
"I'm worried that I think too much..."
Li Wenbo grinned.
Dean Zheng Zhiqiu then looked at Lin Yi, his expression suddenly softened, and said to Li Wenbo beside him: "Li Wenbo, take Lin Yi down to rest..."
"Yes, Dean!"
Li Wenbo accepted the order and turned to look at Lin Yidao: "Sir, leave this to the dean and the masters. Go to my place to rest and recuperate... go back to practice literature and prepare for the provincial examination!"
"Okay! But don't call me Ye...just call me by your name!"
Lin Yi was indeed tired, and the two sentences excerpted from the Book of Changes almost made him collapse.
"Okay, Master!"
Li Wenbo refused to change his tune and left with Lin Yi.
Zheng Zhiqiu and other masters sat on the ground and took out the poems copied from the stone tablets and recited them to restore their talents...
"There are roads in the mountain of books, and hard work is the path; there is no limit to the sea of learning, and hard work is the boat!"
…
"When is the provincial examination?"
On the way down the mountain, Lin Yi looked at Li Wenbo.
"The eighth day of next month!"
Li Wenbo looked at Lin Yi: "So, my time is also very tight. Fortunately, the ninth-grade literary arts is not too difficult and can be easily mastered!"
"Time is really tight..."
Lin Yi nodded slightly.
From the books he found from Li Wenbo, he still knew a little about the content of literary and Taoist merit assessments.
The rural examination is not very difficult.
There are only two compulsory examination items. One is the Nanxiang Prefecture Academic Affairs Bureau's personal examination questions, which are answered with poems and articles.
In fact, it is equivalent to the propositional essay in the previous life. The grade is determined based on the talent contained in the answer.
The other one is naturally the literary assessment.
As for scholars who do not have a literary heart, their exams are completely different from those of literary monks.
The test mainly focuses on pasting scriptures, asking questions about meanings, essays, and strategies.
The main purpose is to select talented scholars for Dayan to serve the court and govern the country.
Entering the holy courtyard with the literary monks, they are clearly different from each other.
This is why the government yamen have no right to interfere in the affairs of the academy, and the academy will not interfere in the affairs of the government yamen.
Unless it involves scholars with a literary heart.
In addition, if literary monks go to the capital to take part in the imperial examinations and palace examinations, they will be exempted from the literary examinations.
There are also arts exams: music, shooting, charioteering, and calligraphy.
After Lin also learned about the assessment items of the Provincial Examination, the National Examination and the Palace Examination, he had a lot of ideas about the position of Sanyuan.
That is, first in the provincial examination, first in the general examination, and first in the palace examination.
You must know that in the entire Dayan from ancient times to the present, as long as there is a genius who has won three yuans in a row, he is basically a great Confucian or a sub-sage.
As long as he can achieve this step, his future path will be truly easy.
…
at the same time.
On the outskirts of the Yunzhou capital of Nanxiang Prefecture.
He Weijun, the dean of Junji Academy, walked out of the void with surprise in his eyes.
"The evil spirit... is gone?"
He Weijun was prepared to die, trying his best to contain this third-grade monster and waiting for the support of the Holy Court.
But just after passing through the border of Yunzhou, the evil spirit suddenly and mysteriously disappeared.
It's not disappearing into hiding.
It was directly destroyed!
"There is no third-grade scholar in Nanxiang Mansion...how was it destroyed?"
He Weijun has never seen such a weird thing.
It is very terrifying for scholars to practice Taoism and become demons, and even the academy monuments cannot serve as early warning or active suppression.
Almost as soon as it broke out, all life was destroyed.
Basically it's hard for people to react.
Not to mention that this is a first-grade third-grade monster, who can stop it?
"Could it be..."
Buzz!
He Weijun suddenly thought of a possibility, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.
a long time.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying: "That's right, since he chose to transform into a mortal, why didn't he make some preparations? Hahaha...a third-grade heavenly demon? In front of the Yasheng, it was just a snap of his fingers! "
"It will be two months until Lin Yi takes the provincial examination. It's really hard to wait. Why not take this opportunity to visit?"
He Weijun's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curved, and his heart was about to move.
Anyway, the Sky Demon has been dealt with, so he used this matter to go to Pingzhou Academy to meet Lin Yi.
Doesn't that matter?
call out!
But that's it.
He Wancheng, the dean of Qingping Academy, also walked out of the void. His forehead was covered with sweat and he was worried.
When I saw that He Weijun was still in the mood to laugh at this time, I couldn't help but get angry: "Dean He, are you still in the mood to laugh here? I noticed you stopped here from afar..."
The appearance of a third-grade heavenly demon in Nanxiang Mansion is a major event that will cause the sky to fall.
If one of them is not handled well, the deans of their two major academies will be punished by the Holy Academy!
It would be a small thing to deprive him of his fame. At most, he would be resigning as the dean of the academy.
Once Wen Xin is broken, everything is really over, which is equivalent to being beaten back to ordinary people.
What's more serious...that is to meet the saints of all ages...return to heaven!
"If you don't laugh, how can you cry?"
He Weijun put his hands behind his back, rolled his eyes at He Wancheng, and said indifferently: "Feel it for yourself, is the aura of the evil spirit still there?"
"Where is not..."
Um?
He Wancheng was about to say something was missing, but when he sensed it for a moment, he was stunned: "Where is the demonic energy? Why did it disappear? Did it hide after massacring the entire Pingzhou Academy?"
"wrong!"
He Wancheng shook his head and said: "This is the aura of the evil spirit being wiped out from the world. If you hide it... it will always leave traces!"
What happened at Pingzhou Academy?
Could it be that... there is a third-grade scholar hidden in Pingzhou Academy?
"The third-grade demon has been destroyed. You and I don't have to worry about it anymore. Let's go!"
He Weijun was in no mood and looked like he was about to go home.
