Lin is also in a good mood.
No matter how simple Ninth Grade Literary Arts is, it is still a required subject in the provincial examination. It is definitely a good thing to be able to master it so quickly.
"Li Wenbo got the first place in the provincial examination that year. His literary and artistic level should be at least the second level of calligraphy..."
There are many scholars in Nanxiang Prefecture who take the provincial examination. If they want to stand out, the first-level book level is obviously not enough.
"practice!"
Lin also continued to practice.
But he felt like the first level of book realm was successful without any difficulty.
Why not just try the second level word realm directly?
Lin Yi thought for a while, picked up the Qinglang pen, and silently recited the art of "Chaotic Rain and Flying Flowers" in his heart.
Then, with his eyes focused, he moved his talent to the tip of Qinglang's pen, and the pen moved quickly, writing the word "water" in the void.
The word "water" is left in the air.
In an instant, it turned into dozens of small characters, which were exactly the contents of the chaotic rain and flying flowers, and they were densely shot towards the wall.
Duo!
Duo!
…
In an instant, twenty large holes were punched out of the wall of the room.
The power is several times more powerful than the first level.
"this……"
Success again?
Lin was also a little confused. Normally, the second level of calligraphy requires at least one or two years of hard training.
But he can do it easily.
What went wrong?
"It is mentioned in the True Interpretation of Wen Dao that the story of the saint enlightening the scholar is similar to the immortal touching my head, tying my hair and receiving immortality..."
"Could it be that when He Weijun asked for the Holy Inquisition, the saint's sad thoughts inspired me?"
The more Lin Yi thought about it, the more it seemed possible.
Otherwise it cannot be explained.
and.
When Chen Haoran was killed, purple energy was generated in the universe, and the purple energy came out of the saint's ruler, directly beating Chen Haoran to death.
Lin Yi shook his head.
I plan to ask Li Wenbo later.
Then he took out the Dayan Wen Dao books and started reading.
Talent is also growing invisibly...
…
The moon and stars are sparse.
The main hall of the academy.
Zhong Zizheng paid a private visit incognito, and walked here with his hands behind his back.
"Fang Qingxue's ability to write poems on tablets has a lot to do with the atmosphere of reading. I wonder what the poems on tablets in the main hall of the academy are like?"
Zhong Zizheng entered the main hall of the academy with a smile, and was stunned for a moment.
"this……"
The main hall of the academy was in a mess at the moment.
There were broken tables and chairs everywhere.
The cracks on several pillars can fit a hand into them.
"There are traces of the talent of a fourth-grade gentleman, who did it?"
Zhong Zi was frowning.
Looking up at the plaque hanging in the main hall, my body trembled for no reason...
He stared blankly at the poem inscribed on the plaque, feeling numb all over.
"What a saying, don't be afraid of your bones being shattered and your body being shattered. You must keep your innocence in this world..."
"This poem is enough to breed literary courage, allow readers to correct their attitude towards life, breed fearless and awe-inspiring righteousness, and even more inspire readers!"
Zhong Zizheng said a few good things in succession, his eyes shining brightly.
this poem.
The language is simple and natural, without any elaboration. It uses objects to describe people, holds things in mind, and the writing style is concise. It is done in one go and has a strong appeal...
"This is Fang Qingxue's handwriting, a genius, a genius that only appears once in a thousand years..."
"If the Holy Court can get this girl, why worry about the literary arts not being able to achieve greater brilliance?"
"The Imperial Examination... I hope Your Majesty will not allow such talents to enter the Imperial Academy. She should be in the Holy Academy and set an example for scholars all over the world!"
Zhong Zi was agitated and his body was trembling slightly.
He hadn't seen this kind of poetry in many years, and even he was greatly affected.
genius!
Wizard!
Fortunately for the literary world!
As a third-grade scholar, Zhong Zizheng has already been able to control his emotions freely.
He will never act out of line easily.
But since he came to Pingzhou Academy, he lost control of his emotions several times and couldn't control himself.
"What's Fang Qingxue's handwriting?"
"Let the world set an example? That's right!"
At this moment, Li Wenbo's voice rang.
Zhong Zizheng frowned slightly, turned around and saw Li Wenbo and several bachelors quickly entering the main hall of the academy.
Bad eyes.
"Ah!"
Zhong Zizheng chuckled inwardly, but before he could speak, Li Wenbo looked unhappy and said: "Uncle, although you are a relative of a bachelor of the academy, the academy is an important place, so please don't walk around..."
"You are also a scholar. You should know the rules of the academy and don't hurt the harmony!"
Li Wenbo looked up at the poem on the plaque and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately it wasn't stolen.
"hehe!"
Zhong Zi was shaking his head and laughing.
No one had dared to talk to him like this before. He thought it was interesting, so he chuckled and said, "Okay, it's uncle Meng Lang. Let's go now!"
He walked towards the outside of the palace.
Li Wenbo and several bachelors stared at him eagerly.
The expression on his face was as ugly as eating fly droppings.
The poems inscribed on the academy's plaque were unexpectedly glimpsed by outsiders.
It's so jarring.
"Senior brother, this person took a peek at Master Lin's poem on the plaque. Do you want to..."
One of the maesters wiped his neck with his hand.
"no!"
Li Wenbo scolded softly and said: "They are relatives and friends of the deceased junior brother. Is this something done by a human being?"
"What did you say?"
At this moment, Zhong Zizheng, who had left the main hall, suddenly appeared in front of Li Wenbo and others.
A powerful coercion was released from his body.
"ah!"
"!!"
Li Wenbo and several bachelors were shocked at that time.
This speed...
At the same time, the coercion on Zhong Zizheng made them feel palpitated.
This person is not simple!
"me……"
The bachelor who asked if he wanted to wipe Zhong Zizheng's neck turned pale instantly.
He looked at Li Wenbo for help.
"Idiot... can a scholar of this age be simple?"
Li Wenbo cursed secretly in his heart.
But as the fourth in the academy, he still bravely stood up.
"Uncle, the poem on the plaque is of great significance to the academy. Outsiders are not allowed to peek, and you have exceeded the rules..."
Li Wenbo protected the bachelor behind him and stared at Zhong Zizheng indifferently.
After all, it was Zhong Zizheng who went beyond the rules.
If the person in front of him dares to hurt anyone, the three strongest people in Nanxiang Mansion are here, and he will be trapped in a difficult situation.
"Hahaha!"
Zhong Zizheng was stunned at first, but then he understood. He looked at Li Wenbo with a smile and said, "Don't worry, uncle doesn't mean any harm, but he wants to know...who is the Master Lin that the bachelor just mentioned...?"
"Isn't this poem on the plaque written by Fang Qingxue?"
Zhong Zizheng was too impressed by this name.
During the day.
The bachelor of Pingzhou Academy mentioned that those elegiac couplets that moved the world seemed to have been written by Master Lin.
Now I heard this extraordinary poem on the plaque, also written by Master Lin.
Finally he couldn't hold it any longer.
If the poem on the tablet was not written by Fang Qingxue, then the poem on the tablet with the same handwriting as this...
It must have come from the hands of this mysterious Master Lin.
This person.
Who is it?
How could he be so talented?
With such talent, why have I never heard of him?
Hu~
Li Wenbo and the bachelor breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, this poem on the plaque was not written by Senior Sister Fang!"
Li Wenbo nodded, and then said solemnly: "It was done by Master Lin!"
"It just so happens that I am..."
Li Wenbo wanted to work up his emotions.
But before he finished speaking, Zhong Zizheng was already impatient and asked suspiciously: "You?"
