"want!"
"want!"
He Weijun and He Wancheng spoke almost at the same time.
"The poem on the plaque must be hung in the main hall of the academy..." He Weijun's eyes lit up when he thought of this.
call out!
Without saying a word, he swept directly towards Pingzhou Academy like lightning.
"This old man!"
He Wancheng cursed secretly and said, "I'm in the main hall of the academy right now!"
However.
He Wancheng still stood where he was: "No movement? Yes, yes...I am in the main hall of Pingzhou Academy at the moment!"
Uh-huh!
It was only then that He Wancheng successfully used his words and skills and disappeared in front of the monument.
"Go, go to the main hall of the academy, don't let them fight!"
Zheng Zhiqiu could not use the rules of literature now, so he spread out his body and rushed towards the main hall of the academy.
"Master! They..."
Li Wenbo looked at Lin Yida with a look of astonishment, "Why are they so crazy?"
Lin Yi was also confused and said suspiciously: "The earth-level cultural treasure recognizes its owner, do I have the qualifications to be a sub-sage?"
Li Wenbo was stunned for a moment, nodded seriously and said: "That's right, otherwise it wouldn't make sense..."
"lead the way!"
Lin Yi did not stop at that moment, letting Li Wenbo lead the way, and rushed directly to the main hall of the academy.
Several masters and bachelors followed quickly.
…
The main hall of the academy.
Wow!
He Weijun and He Wancheng were in the air and started fighting in the main hall.
The talent swept over him, and all the tables and chairs in the main hall exploded into powder.
"Well, He Wancheng, you just kept singing a song, but now you want to fight with me. Do you want to declare war on my Junji Academy?"
He Weijun looked grim and determined to get the rubbing copy of the poem on the plaque.
He was excited inside.
Just as he expected, Lin Yi was recognized as the owner of the Earthly Wenbao, which had clearly told him... Lin Yi was really a sub-sage.
A poem inscribed by Ya Sheng, even if it is a rubbing copy, is a priceless treasure.
purchase!
He would not hesitate to declare war on Qingping Academy and buy it!
"You lunatic, who wants to declare war with you?" He Wancheng was terrified in his heart.
As for that?
In order to get a rubbing of the poem on the plaque, we have to declare war in the name of the academy?
If this war post were sent to the Zhenguo Holy Court, the Holy Master would probably give them a severe reprimand.
He Wancheng gritted his teeth and said, "Give me a reason why you want a rubbing of this inscribed poem?"
"I'm telling you shit!"
Why is Jun's mouth spitting out fragrance? It is impossible for him to tell Lin Yi's secret to a third person.
He must have this kind of good thing to himself.
"Okay, if you don't tell me, I won't let you!" He Wancheng originally wanted to give up, but He Weijun's attitude made him notice a clue.
"Then let's fight first and then talk!"
The Wenbao brush flew out of He Weijun's sleeve robe, and he quickly sketched it. The word "ding" was formed, and it quickly turned into a big cauldron and crashed into He Wancheng.
"Come just come, don't think I'm afraid of you!"
He Wancheng also lost his temper.
Wen Baohao's pen also condensed into the word "ding", which turned into a ten-foot-long cauldron of talent, and he came forward.
when!
when!
A loud noise resounded throughout Pingzhou Academy, powerful energy swept through, and the twenty-eight pillars in the main hall of the academy collapsed and cracked.
Crunch!
The rubble fell crashing down...
"Stop fighting. If you lose the fight, you will be seriously injured. If you win the fight, you will pay money... No one will be compensated!"
Zheng Zhiqiu rushed over and saw that the main hall of the academy was crumbling, and his face turned pale with fear.
This fucking thing was done with real swords and guns!
As for that?
"If you have anything to say, please tell me. Besides, the poem on the plaque was written by Lin Yi. If he doesn't agree, can you still take it by force?"
Zheng Zhiqiu gave good advice.
Damn it!
This is his Pingzhou Academy. If you want to fight, go to Qingping Academy or Junji Academy!
"Yeah!"
He Weijun suddenly woke up after hearing Zheng Zhiqiu's words.
This is Lin Yi's poem on the plaque.
If Lin Yi is unhappy, it will be counterproductive!
"do not fight!"
He Weijun directly withdrew his cultivation and landed on the ground, with his hands behind his back and squinting at He Wancheng.
He Wancheng was relieved in his heart, but his doubts were even greater!
Why does this old man seem to be a different person every time he hears Lin Yi's name?
There must be something in this!
"Lin Yi obtained the earth-level cultural treasure, which only shows that he has huge potential, but... Junji Academy does not have people with great potential!" He Wancheng whispered in his heart.
Not long!
The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and Lin Yi, Li Wenbo, masters and bachelors rushed over.
Lin Yi was stunned when he saw that the main hall of the academy had turned into a dangerous building, and whispered: "Isn't this caused by the Sky Fox Demon?"
Li Wenbo shook his head and said: "Master, what is certain is that... the two deans did it!"
"madman!"
Lin Yi murmured in his heart, and at the same time he was a little unsure about the masters of these two academies.
Isn't it just a poem on the plaque?
Is it necessary to fight? Too hurtful!
"Lin Yi, you came just in time!"
He Weijun walked up to Lin Yi and without talking nonsense, he took out a thick stack of gold tickets from his sleeve and stuffed it into Lin Yi's hand: "You will definitely not sell the original poem with the inscription on it, so this rubbing is I want it, five hundred thousand taels of silver!"
Wow!
Zheng Zhiqiu, the masters and scholars opened their mouths wide enough to stuff a duck egg.
So rich?
"This old man is crazy..."
He Wancheng cursed secretly in his heart: "The key is to be so damn rich!"
He Weijun looked at He Wancheng mockingly and said, "I don't even bother to fight with you, so I'm just asking you, can you afford this price?"
"Humph, I can't afford it? Laugh!"
He Wancheng really couldn't afford it, but his self-esteem made it impossible for him to admit it, and said disdainfully: "But I'm too lazy to compete with you. How can I, a scholar, always have the smell of copper in my mouth?"
He Weijun sneered and said, "Really? But you've seen snakes before, and your mouth smells fishy!"
"you……"
He Wancheng's face turned red instantly and his breathing became heavy.
Lin Yi's mouth twitched slightly.
Good guy!
It seems that the scholars in this world are not pedantic people who only know what they know.
But they are all talents!
"Both deans, stop arguing. If dean He really wants it, five hundred thousand... I'll sell it to you!"
Lin Yi didn't want He Weijun and He Wancheng to fight again, so it was up to him to end the dispute.
"How about it?"
He Weijun glanced at He Wancheng provocatively.
Then he took out the rubbing book, stood it in the air, and made rubbings on the plaque on the main hall of the academy.
He Wancheng's teeth were itching with hatred, and he thought to himself: "This old man must know something? Haoran is upright... Su Huaizhi's adopted son, could he be it?"
Buzz!
He Wancheng thought of some possibility, and his head was buzzing at that time.
check!
After returning to the academy, be sure to check out the historical secrets in the palace.
Uh-huh!
He Weijun quickly completed the rubbing and was in a good mood. He fell to the ground and then walked to Lin Yi.
Then, under everyone's stunned gaze, he said: "Lin Yi, can I ask you to sign... on the rubbing book?"
"..."
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment.
Looking back, I found Zheng Zhiqiu, Li Wenbo, the masters and bachelors all looking dumbfounded.
He was also quite puzzled, but he thought that this might be the same as selling books and giving autographs in his previous life.
"good!"
Lin Yi nodded, and just about to take out the Qinglang pen, He Weijun handed his pen to Lin Yi and said with a smile: "Use my pen, it has ink on it!"
"Thank you!"
Lin Yi didn't think much, took the pen and wrote the word "Lin Yi".
The light flashed and quickly restrained itself.
"Good words!"
He Weijun praised loudly at that time and carefully put away the rubbing book and pen.
He was overjoyed and thought to himself: "In the future, the rubbing version of the poem on the plaque will be the poem that governs the courtyard of our Junji Academy, and it will be named by Yasheng!"
"And this Sun-level pen is the pen of Zhenyuan... Yasheng used it!"
He Weijun smiled with satisfaction, today was really a fruitful day!
