There was silence in the mourning hall.
Everyone did not dare to express their anger and stared blankly at Lin Yi, whose pen was broken in his hand.
"broken……"
Lin Yi smiled bitterly and turned to look at Li Wenbo: "Wenbo, another pen!"
His forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyelids suddenly felt heavy for no reason.
There was a lot more talent in his body, and he felt his body swelling uncomfortably.
but……
Elegiac couplets are not enough!
"Master, that's enough!"
Li Wenbo shivered.
Lin Yina had at least five or six elegiac couplets, and Dean He had seven or eight elegiac couplets.
Copying and transcribing is enough.
Besides...
Although I haven't seen the specific content of these elegiac couplets written by Lin Yi, they are so talented and touching that they move heaven and earth and make the bachelor's ashes tremble.
Just this.
It is already much more outstanding than the two elegiac couplets sent to Junji Academy by the Holy Court.
After Zheng Zhiqiu came to his senses, he quickly advised: "That's enough, that's enough!"
I thought Lin Yi would be rude, but I didn't expect that the elegiac couplet actually reached the point of mourning the heroic spirit.
It was beyond his expectation.
Lin Yi has a great talent in his heart, and he is definitely worthy of the Yasheng!
"Twenty-three bachelors should be... twenty-three elegiac couplets..."
As soon as Lin Yi finished saying this, his body fell down with a thud.
Looks pained.
"Master!"
"Master Lin!"
"Lin Yi!"
call out!
Li Wenbo had quick eyes and quick hands. Before Lin Yi fell down, he lay on the ground first, causing Lin Yi to fall on top of him without touching him.
Other bachelors and masters, as well as Dean Zheng Zhiqiu, including Su Huaizhi, all rushed towards him.
He Weijun strode forward, quickly picked up Lin Yi, pried open his mouth, and inserted a pill into his throat.
Lin Yi closed his eyes tightly, but the painful look on his face gradually disappeared.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chen Jinbei: "Master Chen, take Lin Yi down to rest. He is overdrafted..."
"good!"
Chen Jinbei hugged Lin Yi, and Li Wenbo stood up and said: "Master Chen, follow me..."
The two left the mourning hall directly.
He Weijun, He Wancheng, Zheng Zhiqiu and others watched them leave.
Until now, He Weijun's body is still trembling slightly, thinking about this continuous high-intensity writing of elegiac couplets, empathizing with heaven and earth...
How can a ninth-grade enlightened scholar be able to bear this?
If something happened to Lin Yi, he would just... bump his head against the pillar of the mourning hall and die!
"This old man..."
He Wancheng paid more attention and wanted to know more and more what He Weijun knew.
Zheng Zhiqiu stood up and bowed to He Weijun: "Dean He, I really don't know how to thank you!"
"You know, He Mou always loves and cherishes talents. How about... you give Lin Yi to Junji Academy?"
He Weijun looked at Zheng Zhiqiu with a smile.
"What?"
Zheng Zhiqiu quickly pretended not to hear: "Oh, my body hasn't recovered from the forbidden technique before, and I'm a little deaf. Why can't I hear anything?"
Said.
He walked to his master Zhang Miaoyun and said, "Let the bachelor copy the elegiac couplets and make them into elegiac couplets and stick them on the wreath!"
"yes!"
Zhang Miaoyun quickly led people to copy it, but after the scholars saw the elegiac couplet written by Lin Yi...
Wow!
Woohoo!
howl!
All the scholars were moved by emotion, and were affected by the idea and artistic conception in the elegiac couplet. They all burst into tears uncontrollably.
Tears are almost dry!
"Are you so bluffing?"
He Wancheng watched for a long time, stretched his neck to take a look, and moved his lips slightly...
Suddenly the corners of his mouth became slightly deflated, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
"This elegiac couplet... is so sincere!"
"Expressing my condolences and longing for my classmates..."
"Lin is also a passionate person!"
He Wancheng couldn't help but have a crazy idea in his heart, and snatched Lin Yi to their Qingping Academy.
Of course, I can only think about it...
Then, He Weijun also looked at the elegiac couplet, his pupils shrank instantly, and he quickly looked away, while cursing in his heart: "The guy in charge of the funeral rites of the scholars in the Holy Court... is simply not as good as Lin Yiwan!"
…
at the same time.
In the Anyang County Inn, Zhong Zizheng appeared in the room where Lin Yi awakened Wen Dao's heart.
Zhong Zizheng put away the map in his left hand and said: "It is in this room that a most brilliant poem was born..."
"Huh!"
"It actually smells like a monument!"
Zhong Zizheng suddenly became very interested. He walked out of the room, caught a postman and said, "A scholar has lived in this room? Where does his road lead to?"
"Who are you? I am Yi Cheng..."
Thump!
The Yi Cheng was caught by Zhong Zizheng and was about to get angry when he saw Zhong Zizheng holding a gold-inlaid token engraved with the word "Holy" in his hand.
At that time, the whole person was so frightened that he fell to his knees, his body shaking like chaff, and he quickly said: "Not long ago, a scholar came to Pingzhou Academy, his name is Fang Qingxue..."
"Pingzhou Academy? Fang Qingxue? This name is so familiar. It seems to be the Huiyuan who came first in the holy academy examination last year?"
Zhong Zizheng nodded slightly and said: "The future is limitless. At such a young age, he can actually write poems that are as talented as anyone in the state. Pingzhou Academy? It's not an academy registered in the Holy Academy, right? It's interesting!"
Zhong Zi was ignoring the prostrate Yi Cheng. He unfolded the calligraphy map in his left hand and stared at a red dot where talents gathered...
call out!
His entire body disappeared.
"ah!"
When the Yi Cheng saw the living person suddenly disappearing, he screamed strangely, rolled his eyes, and passed out.
…
call out!
After counting the breaths.
At the foot of Pingzhou Academy, a middle-aged man wearing a red Confucian robe appeared, it was Zhong Zizheng.
"Since we are here to see what kind of academy can cultivate talents like Fang Qingxue, this great Confucian robe is really too ostentatious. Don't scare these scholars!"
Uh-huh!
Zhong Zizheng turned around, and the red Confucian robe on his body turned into an ordinary white Confucian shirt.
He smiled slightly and stepped into the boundary of Pingzhou Academy.
"The academies that have not been registered have no poems with inscriptions on them, but Fang Qingxue's... poem about Guanzhou has the atmosphere of an inscription. I wonder if it was inscribed in this Pingzhou Academy!"
Zhong Zizheng murmured in a low voice: "If there is a poem to be inscribed on a monument, I will let Pingzhou Academy be included in the list later!"
Zhong Zizheng had not gone far when he saw a five-meter-high monument standing at the foot of the climbing stone steps.
"There is a monument!"
Zhong Zi's eyes were filled with surprise. He quickly came to the monument and immediately saw the poem inscribed on the monument written by Lin Yi.
"There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning, and hard work is the boat..."
"wonderful!"
"The writing is wonderful. Fang Qingxue seems to be a woman, but she can write such poems. It's not bad!"
Zhong Ziqi felt extremely happy.
As a poetry lover, it was a great blessing to encounter such a talented poem.
This poem in particular suited his taste.
Especially as a third-grade scholar, he strongly agrees with this famous saying in scholarship.
The only way to study is to be diligent!
Even the ancient sages spent almost a lifetime reading books and understanding the world before they could reach the first-level realm.
