"One hundred and twenty thousand taels?"
"Six million taels..."
Zheng Zhiqiu couldn't help but take a deep breath.
A brilliant poem about Mingzhou is worth thirty disciples who have entered the Holy Academy.
He also cultivated a lousy scholar!
Serve Lin Yi well, and write another poem that will inspire Mingzhou in the future. Is Pingzhou Academy still short of money?
Zheng Zhiqiu then secretly shook his head and thought: "If Lin Yi writes poetry again, it will be his and it has nothing to do with the academy..."
Thoughts return.
Zheng Zhiqiu rubbed his brows, took out a key from his sleeve robe, and threw it to his master Chen Jinbei: "First take the money from the inner treasury, bury these bachelors well, and then pay back the pension... I will think of a way!"
"Get down!"
"yes!"
Chen Jinbei took the key and exited the dean's bookstore.
"Why!"
Zheng Zhiqiu sighed helplessly, put away the copying notes, and then left the bookstore.
…
The academy is located in a small courtyard near the foot of the mountain.
inside the room.
"The Haoran righteousness in the body has been drained. It seems that it will not recover in a short time..."
Lin Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly.
He could no longer feel any awe-inspiring righteousness in his body, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
It can only be said that the power displayed by the book "Book of Changes" in this world is too terrifying, draining away every drop of Haoran's righteousness.
With his current strength, he is simply not allowed to write it out completely.
If I had written it forcefully before, my soul would have been destroyed.
However, Lin Yi was particularly confused as to why the Sage Ruler appeared in the hexagrams.
"It is clearly stated in the True Interpretation of Wen Dao that asking for a holy judgment is an ability of the fourth-grade gentleman. It can only determine whether the scholar is guilty or not. There will never be a situation where a saint takes action..."
"But the saint's ruler that destroyed Chen Haoran's body and soul... was like a saint's action."
Lin Yi rubbed his eyebrows.
I remembered some unexplained confusions.
First, he saw the reenactment of the scene when the Taoism was stolen in the Demon Hall of the county government town.
The second is that when He Weijun in Daxing Town asked for the Holy Judge, his soul seemed to be out of body, and then he was gently slapped by the saint Can Nian.
The third is the saint's ruler condensed in the purple energy in the two hexagrams of Qian and Kun.
"Bah, why are you thinking so much? Practice hard and you will figure this out sooner or later!"
Lin Yi decisively abandoned these distracting thoughts.
…
"Master!"
At this moment, Li Wenbo took three dusty books and just entered the courtyard. He shouted excitedly: "The three literary works in the ruins have been found."
"Literary arts!"
Lin Yi's eyes lit up.
He hadn't even had time to read the three literary arts that Li Wenbo had sent to the Directly Transmitted Courtyard.
Li Wenbo entered the room, looked at Lin Yi with a smile, and breathed heavily: "Master, these three literary arts are what I relied on to win the first place in the Nanxiang Prefecture Provincial Examination. If you practice, I should be able to use your performance to , estimate your exam grade!”
"No wonder you said you were going to the ruins to find those three literary arts!"
Lin Yixiao looked at Li Wenbo.
This is better.
Nanxiang Prefecture once ranked first in the provincial examination, and Li Wenbo, Xie Yuan, supervised him. Li Wenbo had the absolute right to say whether his literary skills were well practiced and whether he was sure to win the first place.
"Hey, after all, we don't know about other literary arts. I'm very talented, so you don't have to worry about the literary test. And with me taking the art test, I can definitely get the first place in this year's provincial examination!"
Li Wenbo patted his chest confidently.
"hehe!"
Lin Yi smiled and said: "Maybe I don't have any talent in literary arts, maybe!"
Of course he also wants to get first place in the provincial examination.
After all, this represents the path of literature, and he has taken the perfect first step.
If you don't get first place in the provincial examination, even if your literary path is flawed, you will have fewer resources to support it.
"How can I?"
Li Wenbo put the literary skills on the table, and then said: "Master, you can practice with peace of mind. There are still many things to deal with in the academy. I have to go and help..."
Lin Yi fell silent.
He looked at Li Wenbo and asked, "What's the casualty situation in the academy? I'll go with you to help!"
Although these academy bachelors died at the hands of Chen Haoran, a large part of the reason was that they died because of him.
If they had not come to kowtow to him, they might not have stimulated Chen Haoran.
Their lives are not in danger either.
"The dean has told me to take a good rest!"
Li Wenbo's eyes were slightly red, and he forced a smile and said: "There are not many casualties...it's not too much, don't worry!"
Lin Yi stared into Li Wenbo's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Say!"
"..."
Li Wenbo trembled, bit his lip, and said, "Chen Haoran, the bastard, killed twenty-three..."
"I guess his soul was destroyed for no reason. God couldn't bear it and destroyed him!"
"Pooh!"
Li Wenbo spit on the ground to vent his anger.
As for how Chen Haoran died, no one knew. At that time, everyone was immersed in the excitement of surviving the catastrophe.
In addition, there were too many things to deal with, so Lin Yi was called by the dean to take a rest in advance.
There is no way to ask.
"twenty-three……"
Lin Yi's figure trembled, and his hands under his sleeves tightened.
Chen Haoran was beaten to death by the saint's ruler, which was too easy for him.
"Lin Yi!"
At this moment, Dean Zheng Zhiqiu entered the courtyard.
"Master, I'm going to work first!"
Li Wenbo knew that the dean must have something important, so he left the room.
Now, he has completely regarded himself as Lin Yi's book boy, and he follows the rules of the book boy.
"It will be good for the future. Don't forget this guy. He is a reliable person!" Lin Yi thought to himself.
At the same time, he also stood up to greet Dean Zheng Zhiqiu.
Zheng Zhiqiu encouraged Li Wenbo outside the hospital and then went directly into Lin Yi's room.
"Dean!"
Lin Yi bowed and saluted.
"There are no outsiders, so there is no need to be so polite!"
Zheng Zhiqiu waved his hand slightly, motioning Lin Yi to sit down, and said: "When you first arrived at the academy, something like this happened. It's a joke to you..."
He sighed.
Chen Haoran was his eldest disciple. He almost killed the entire academy and destroyed Pingzhou Academy. Isn't that a joke?
"where!"
Lin Yi shook his head and said: "Who would have thought that he, a scholar, could actually practice Taoism..."
"I indulged him too much!"
Zheng Zhiqiu regretted his mistake, and then looked at Lin Yi. His heart was entangled for a while, and he hesitated to speak: "Lin Yi, um..."
Lin Yi looked at Zheng Zhiqiu.
He knew that Zheng Zhiqiu must have endured a lot now, and he intended to share some of the burden for him, saying: "Just tell me what the dean has to say. Li Wenbo just told me about the casualties... As long as I can help, I will not refuse." !”
"well!"
Zheng Zhiqiu burst into tears instantly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, looked at Lin Yi and said: "Lin Yi, the old man does have something to ask for, but...it's just too hard to say!"
Woohoo!
Zheng Zhiqiu couldn't help but feel sad again, and he didn't care about being so rude in front of Lin Yi.
