"This qualification is not very good!"
Zhong Zizheng shook his head, a little disappointed.
Poetic talent is good, but literary aptitude is not good. It is destined that both poetic talent and literary aptitude will hardly achieve high achievements.
Lin Yi had heard similar words several times and was already numb. He chuckled and said, "If you don't have the qualifications, just work hard to get it done!"
He bowed his hands slightly, then turned back to the courtyard, preparing to practice literature.
I thought that this Zhong Zizheng should be a relative of a deceased bachelor and a scholar.
"No matter how diligent you are, it's difficult..."
Zhong Zizheng sighed and lost interest when he saw Lin Yi returned to the yard.
Follow the academy disciples to the mourning hall.
"The deciduous foreign tree, the lonely night under the cold lamp!"
Zhong Zi was savoring this poem carefully and praised it endlessly: "There is an old saying in Dayan that the trees are thousands of feet high and the leaves fall back to their roots. This boy infiltrated his homesickness and the sadness in his heart into the poem. A word "han" and a word "du", It’s really desolate and lonely…”
"He is a man of poetic talent! Unfortunately, his literary qualifications are too poor to make any achievements..."
Zhong Zizheng couldn't help but feel regretful, and casually asked the bachelor who was leading the way: "How long has that bachelor been studying just now?"
Xu Cheng shook his head and said, "It's not very clear!"
There is no need to tell outsiders what happens in the academy. These are the secrets of the academy.
Zhong Zizheng smiled.
Did not say?
But he didn't force it.
…
Outside the academy mourning hall.
He Weijun and He Wancheng stood on the edge of the cliff in the distance.
He Weijun looked at Yuanshan and said, "Dean He called He over. Why?"
He Wancheng said in a deep voice: "Dean He, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart, who is Lin Yi? What do you know?"
"I knew you were going to ask this!"
He Weijun turned to look at He Wancheng and sneered: "But do you think I will tell you?"
He patted He Wancheng on the shoulder and said: "For the sake of you and me being the masters of Nanxiang Mansion Academy, let me give you a heads up... If you become good friends with him, you can hope to enter the third rank!"
"What!"
He Wancheng's heart was shocked. This was more terrifying than he imagined.
There is no possibility for his Wen palace to grow. The fourth rank has come to an end and it is almost impossible to enter the third rank.
Even though the gap between a third-grade scholar and a fourth-grade gentleman is only one level, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky.
Without particularly great opportunities and qualifications, it is impossible to achieve the third level.
"As for why, I can't tell you!"
He Weijun turned and left.
But at this moment, he seemed to see something, his body shook suddenly, he rubbed his eyes, and exclaimed in a low voice: "No way? This, this, this..."
"What's good...good, good..."
He Wancheng also followed his gaze. At that time, his legs felt a little weak and he could not speak easily.
The whole person almost fell off the edge of the cliff.
call!
He was breathing rapidly and stared blankly at Zhong Zizheng who appeared outside the mourning hall.
"Why did Master Zhong come to Pingzhou Academy in person? The demonic aura has dissipated, and there is no reason for him to come here..."
He Weijun didn't know the purpose of Zhong Zizheng's coming, but he guessed... Could it be that Lin Yiyasheng's identity was related to the Holy Academy?
Be good!
This is a huge opportunity right before our eyes.
He Weijun did not stop and walked quickly towards Zhong Zizheng.
He Wancheng didn't dare to neglect, patted the dust on his body and walked quickly.
"Shh!"
Zhong Zizheng had noticed the two of them a long time ago and shook his head.
motioning them not to reveal his identity.
He Weijun and He Wancheng stopped and looked at each other.
"Master Zhong came here to express his condolences in person. He did not want to reveal his identity, indicating that he did not come for punishment. So why did he come? Do I need to say more now?"
He Weijun said softly.
He Wancheng nodded, indicating that he understood, and his mind was greatly shocked.
Are you here for Lin Yi?
Yes!
It must be for Lin Yi. As for why...is it important?
The most important thing is to make good friends with Lin Yi!
The result will naturally be known in the future!
…
Zhong Zi is entering the mourning hall.
As a relative of the deceased academy bachelor, Wang Chun, who was kneeling on the ground to express condolences, burst into tears.
Zhong Zizheng stepped forward to help him up and patted his hand: "My condolences!"
He then stepped aside with a heavy heart.
Twenty-three scholars are gone. This is a loss to the Holy Academy, and even more to the loss of literature.
"Master Lin not only writes good poems, but this elegiac couplet is also a masterpiece! His emotions move the heaven and earth, and he mourns the heroic souls!"
"Do you think my eyes are swollen? I've shed all my tears, but I still can't help crying!"
"May the souls of these junior brothers in heaven, through Master Lin's elegiac couplet, be able to see how much we miss him!"
poetry?
Elegiac couplet?
Zhong Zizheng was about to leave the mourning hall when he heard many bachelors copying something not far away.
"To mourn the heroic spirit? Who is this Master Lin? There is no such person in the Holy Court Funeral Home!"
Zhong Zizheng was suspicious.
Elegiac couplets are easy to write, but those who can write elegiac couplets that move the world and the earth, and even mourn to the extent that they can restore the souls of heroes, except for those old guys at the Holy Academy Funeral Home...
No one can do it yet.
The key poem is also well done!
"I do not believe!"
Zhong Zizheng walked over and looked closely at the two elegiac couplets:
"I still read thousands of poems and books, who can I talk to when I am in love?"
"The rich in learning and the carving of dragons and the cultivation of literature are in the heavens; the talented and talented are in the world relying on horses and stars."
It was okay if Zhong Zizheng didn't look at it, but his mood was immediately affected when he looked at it, and his eyes showed signs of redness.
But then he suppressed it forcefully, and exclaimed in his heart: "You are really a talented writer, this elegiac couplet is a masterpiece! Even Zhong almost fell into the trap, who is this Master Lin?"
"After the relatives and friends have paid their condolences, please stay in the guest house and see them off when the funeral is held tomorrow!"
At this moment, Dean Zheng Zhiqiu came to Zhong Zizheng.
"Are you the dean?" Zhong Zizheng said.
"I, Zheng Zhiqiu, am the dean of Pingzhou Academy. This time the academy suffered a catastrophe, I feel deeply guilty..."
Zheng Zhiqiu was ashamed.
Worried that the deceased bachelor's relatives and friends would suddenly attack.
Zhong Zizheng said: "Dean Zheng does not need to blame himself. After the Holy Academy investigates this matter, it will make its own decision..."
"What?"
Zheng Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment. Why would you, a bachelor's relative and friend, involve yourself in the Holy Academy?
Humiliate me Zheng someone?
"Uh... Zhong means that the Holy Academy will not forget the deaths of these bachelors."
Zhong Zizheng didn't want to reveal his identity.
He came here just to see what was unique about the academy that trained Fang Qingxue.
The poem is actually so well written.
It is not his task to investigate why the demon trouble occurred in Pingzhou Academy.
"I'm determined!"
Zheng Zhiqiu nodded, thinking, not to mention whether the Holy Court will forget it, at least he should not let him suffer too much!
Subsequently.
Zhong Zizheng did not stay in the mourning hall for too long and was taken to the guest room to rest.
Nothing to do.
Zhong Zizheng decided to walk around Pingzhou Academy and get a feel for the environment that cultivated a talented girl like Fang Qingxue.
Boom!
Boom!
But at this moment, there was a knock on the room door.
"Come in!" Zhong Zizheng glanced at the door and knew who was coming.
He Weijun and He Wancheng pushed open the door and entered.
The moment they saw Zhong Zizheng, they immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed: "He Weijun, the dean of the Student Junji Academy (He Wancheng, the dean of Qingping Academy), pays homage to the Holy Son Master Zhong!"
