He Weijun looked up at the poem on the inscription, and remembered that day in Daxing Town, when Lin Yi composed the poem in just a few steps, which made his scalp numb with shock.
At that time, it was this poem:
"Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if they were idle."
"Don't be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces. You must leave your innocence in this world."
After He Weijun finished reading the poem, he couldn't help but sigh: "I brought this poem back to Junji Academy. Even if it is just a rubbing copy, it will definitely benefit the academy's bachelors!"
He Wancheng looked at Lin Yi, raised his hands and asked, "Although I have no chance to make the rubbings, but... I wonder if I can copy them?"
"This quatrain poem, even if it is read silently in the heart several times, can make people's literary hearts tremble. It should have a high probability of cultivating literary courage. I also want to bring a copy back to provide insights for the bachelors of Qingping Academy!"
"Can!"
Lin Yi has no objection to this.
It is also a good thing to be able to spread the poems of sages from past lives and let scholars admire them.
"Thank you!"
He Wancheng cupped his hands to express his thanks, and bowed to Dean Zheng Zhiqiu.
For a time, the atmosphere in the main hall was harmonious.
Da da!
At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the hall, and Chen Jinbei walked in quickly, winking at the masters and bachelors.
Zheng Zhiqiu asked: "Has the demon's corpse been sealed?"
"It's frozen!"
Chen Jinbei nodded, and then said: "In addition, the wreaths have arrived, but the elegiac couplet and eulogy have not been written yet, so I have to let a few wives do the work..."
"Elegiac couplet?"
Zheng Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, then said solemnly: "Well, this is indispensable. Masters, I'm sorry to bother you!"
"this……"
"I...I won't!"
"The deaths of academicians in the academy are always reported to the Zhenguoshengyuan, who sends elegiac couplets and eulogies..."
"I haven't learned anything!"
Zhang Miaoyun and other masters looked embarrassed at that time.
It's okay to ask them to write poems and lyrics, but this elegiac couplet... is not professional enough!
Zheng Zhiqiu looked gloomy and said angrily: "You can't even write elegiac couplets and eulogies, what kind of husband do you think you are?"
"Those bachelors who sacrificed their lives for the academy are all your disciples...will your true feelings be revealed?"
He Weijun and He Wancheng were in the main hall. The ignorance of these masters made Zheng Zhiqiu feel ashamed.
A face turned black to charcoal.
"..."
Several wives lowered their heads, looking ashamed.
"You masters all read the books of sages, so it's understandable that you don't know. Let's do this... I, Junji Academy, have sent several elegiac couplets to the Holy Academy to mourn the bachelors who died. Today, I will help you to make peace." Write two copies for Zhou Academy!"
He Weijun looked at Zheng Zhiqiu and said seriously.
He wanted to express himself in front of Lin Yi and took the initiative to write an elegiac couplet.
Zheng Zhiqiu was moved, and bowed to He Weijun and said: "He is a great leader!"
Lin Yi also looked moved and bowed silently to He Weijun!
When He Weijun saw Lin Yi bowing to him, his scalp felt numb, and he quickly said: "Without further delay, we will go over now. I also want to pay tribute to these scholars who sacrificed their lives to eliminate demons!"
"Walk!"
Zheng Zhiqiu looked at Chen Jinbei: "Lead the way!"
Chen Jinbei walked in front, followed by Zheng Zhiqiu and He Weijun, as well as many masters and academy bachelors.
"There is something wrong with this old man. This elegiac couplet is not an ordinary couplet, especially one that commemorates a scholar... It must have talent and vision to show up, which is comparable to calligraphy!"
He Wancheng looked at He Weijun's leaving figure and was surprised in his heart, and said to himself: "This is worth a lot of money. He is so stingy that he can't be so generous!"
"Dean He, you should copy quickly! I still have many important things to do!"
Lin also wanted to go over to express his condolences, and see if he could write a few elegiac couplets as a memorial to the academy's bachelor.
But He Wancheng had not yet copied the poem on the plaque, so he couldn't leave.
"Let's go together and copy it when we get back!"
He Wancheng shook his head.
He now has some guesses about Lin Yi's identity, but he still knows which one is more important.
Lin Yi cupped his hands slightly and said seriously: "Dean He is interested!"
As the dean of other academies, He Wancheng deserves respect both emotionally and rationally for being able to go to the mourning hall to express condolences.
…
The memorial hall for the deceased academicians of the academy is located in the open space on the hillside of the academy, where many academicians are busy.
Since the deceased academy bachelors were all drained of their essence and blood by the Sky Fox Demon transformed by Chen Haoran, their bodies were not preserved. They were all burned into ashes and sealed in clay pots.
The academicians from the academy prepare the coffin and place it on the clay pot with their ashes. Their names, including their achievements, are also written on it.
In the mourning hall.
Twenty or thirty clay pots with ashes are placed in it, giving people a great sense of heaviness.
As soon as Zheng Zhiqiu entered, his eyes turned red and tears rolled down his cheeks.
"My good boys!"
Zheng Zhiqiu let out a mournful cry and burst into tears.
The bachelors and masters were moved by the scene and began to sob and choke.
The crying grew louder.
It really makes those who hear it sad and those who listen to it cry.
Lin Yi stood outside the mourning hall, feeling extremely heavy.
In his mind, he still vaguely remembered the faces of these bachelors, who kowtowed to him three times and nine times in the courtyard, respecting him as Master Lin.
In the blink of an eye.
But they are separated forever.
The hands under Lin Yiru's shirt clenched quietly, if he had enough strength at that time.
It will definitely be able to prevent Chen Haoran from transforming into a demon.
"After the funeral, no matter what, you must devote yourself to cultivation!"
Lin Yi has never been as hungry for strength as he is now.
After He Weijun entered the mourning hall, he was also greatly touched.
Twenty-three urns.
Twenty-three scholars.
"Damn the demon!"
He Weijun gritted his teeth, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes. Then he walked forward solemnly and bowed to the twenty-three spiritual seats.
express his condolences.
He Weijun said solemnly: "You are all good!"
As a senior brother, Wang Chun knelt in the mourning hall to greet the condolences, then stood up and helped He Weijun up.
Then He Wancheng also went over to express his condolences, and Wang Chun also helped him up, expressing his gratitude.
Wang Chun didn't know the two deans, so he asked: "What do you call the two uncles? Are they relatives of the junior brother?"
What is a king? "What a king is the old man, the dean of Ji Academy!"
He Wancheng said: "I, the dean of Qingping Academy, congratulate Wancheng!"
Thump!
"Students have met two seniors!"
Wang Chun's legs went limp and fell to the ground, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
This is the master of the two major academies in Nanxiang Prefecture, a fourth-grade gentleman, and a noble person among scholars.
"No gift!"
After He Weijun finished expressing his condolences, he looked at Chen Jinbei and said, "Bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
He is about to start writing an elegiac couplet.
Zheng Zhiqiu waved his hand quickly and said: "Quick, quick, why did the dean prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
Soon, some academicians brought tables and chairs.
Su Huaizhi, who was helping in the mourning hall, brought up the four treasures of the ordinary study.
"I will leave two elegiac couplets later. You can copy them and put them on the wreaths later!"
He Weijun said, then he dipped his pen in ink and quickly wrote an elegiac couplet on the paper.
Talent is jumping!
Elegiac couplets are not ordinary couplets, they are also equivalent to calligraphy treasures.
Good elegiac couplets have the power to comfort the spirits of heroes and the relatives and friends of the deceased. They express grief and move the world.
It can also make readers feel a force in the elegiac couplets and cultivate literary courage!
