"What did you call him?"
Zhong Zizheng was moved.
At this moment, he remembered the scene when he first met Lin Yishi.
"The deciduous foreign tree, the lonely night under the cold lamp!"
This is a poem Lin Yi read at that time, and he still remembers it clearly.
At that time, he said that Lin Yi was not qualified and was not optimistic about him.
But at this moment.
He just wanted to confirm whether the 'Master' mentioned by Li Wenbo was the 'Master Lin' mentioned by the bachelor of Pingzhou Academy.
"Uncle, aren't you asking questions knowingly?"
When Li Wenbo saw that he had spilled the beans, he stopped hiding it and pointed at Lin Yida: "Here, the Master Lin you want to see...is him!"
"What!"
Buzz!
Zhong Zizheng's whole body was numb.
The poem on the monument.
The poem on the plaque...
Is it coming from this young man who he looked down upon and sighed that he had no future?
"Yes, it's him, it's him... He said he doesn't have enough qualifications and can only make it up through hard work. It's completely consistent with the academic poem on the monument!"
Zhong Zizheng exclaimed in his heart, no longer having any doubts.
He turned to look at Li Wenbo and asked in surprise: "He can also write lyrics?"
Can elegiac couplets and poems still be unable to express your talent?
Not even missing the words?
"Ah!"
Li Wenbo glanced at Zhong Zizheng with disdain and said: "Not only lyrics, my father can also write articles... not much worse than poems!"
"What!"
Zhong Zi was confused.
I only felt a numbness in the soles of my feet, running down my thighs towards Tianling Gai.
He exclaimed in his heart: "It doesn't matter if I don't miss the words, but the article... also has to be taken down?"
…
Lin Yi wore a white Confucian shirt and walked towards the cemetery.
Although he is young, his figure is extremely majestic.
The masters and bachelors stared at him solemnly.
This is Master Lin.
A literary talent who wrote poems on monuments and plaques.
They were nervous and uneasy.
The few elegiac couplets I wrote before moved the world and the earth, but now...can I even write a eulogy at my fingertips?
He Weijun stroked his beard and chuckled, saying: "I have guessed that this scene will happen. There is nothing that he can't solve!"
He Wancheng fell silent.
at the same time.
Lin Yi walked to Zheng Zhiqiu's side.
Zheng Zhiqiu's voice was trembling as he whispered: "Lin Yi, you... you saved the academy and saved me!"
"How could the dean even forget this? Fortunately, the disciple also prepared one in advance!"
Lin Yi said.
This is not a trivial matter, it is a major matter of etiquette.
"I'm not very good at this. I originally asked Dean He to help prepare one, but who knew..."
Zheng Zhiqiu's face turned red, and then he quickly slipped aside and said, "I leave this eulogy to you!"
"..."
Lin Yi was silent, not expecting Zheng Zhiqiu to run so fast.
"Who are you? Can you represent the dean of the academy? Can you read the eulogy?"
"Young boy, don't fool us with just a few random sentences!"
"Yes, I heard that eulogies can bring the soul of the deceased back to see us one last time... If we can't do it, we will never give up!"
"My son can't just be buried like this, he won't be able to rest in peace!"
All the family members were on the verge of emotional collapse.
Each one hugged the clay pot of ashes tightly and cried heartbrokenly.
Lin Yi looked at them quietly.
The mood is also a bit heavy.
"Junior Lin Yi, a bachelor of Pingzhou Academy, I am honored to be honored as Master Lin by my late classmate, Master Lin!"
"The academy suffered a disaster a few days ago. I was shocked to hear the bad news and felt very sad!"
Lin Yi said loudly.
The cemetery became quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on him.
The morning breeze is cool.
The cemetery is desolate.
"The sky is condensed, the spring is cold, the cold wind is howling, the sorrow and music are low, the sky is weeping, and the earth is sad!"
"The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows."
"Today is the occasion when twenty-three of our deceased classmates started climbing mountains and rested forever in Jiuquan. I will commemorate them with eulogies and memorial articles..."
Lin Yi's voice echoed in the cemetery and drifted across the mountains.
Zheng Zhiqiu's eyes were dull, as if he had opened the door to a new world...
Dean He Weijun and He Wancheng also opened their mouths slightly at this time, looking at Lin Yi as if he was no longer a teenager.
right!
How could he be a teenager?
He is a sub-sage.
He deserves it!
He will eventually break and stand again.
He will eventually achieve a first-class sainthood!
Zhong Zi was breathing rapidly, his eyes flashing, and he murmured in a low voice: "The moon waxes and wanes, people have joys and sorrows... Good words, good words!"
"This word should not be complete. If it is complete, it will definitely be a good word for Mingzhou and above!"
Uh-huh!
Lin Yi unfolded the rice paper, and for a moment, the paper was full of energy. He remained unmoved and said loudly: "Among the common people, who has no parents? They support and support others, fearing that they will not live long. Who has no brothers? They are like feet and hands. Who has no parents?" No husband and wife? Like a guest or a friend. What’s the benefit of living, and what’s the blame for killing?”
Woohoo~
As Lin Yi read out his eulogy, the wind suddenly rose in the cemetery mountains.
Clouds are gathering.
A heavy breath filled the air.
The bachelor's family members who had stopped crying once again couldn't help but feel sad after hearing the eulogy.
Wow!
The wreaths and elegiac couplets moved into the cemetery were rustling in the wind.
The thin rice paper is stronger than cloth.
Something terrible seems to be brewing between heaven and earth...
When Zhong Zizheng saw this scene, his hair stood on end, and his eyes were full of disbelief...
"No...impossible. Those old guys at the Holy Academy Funeral Home have spent their entire lives trying to explore the possibility of heroic spirits appearing in the elegiac couplets and eulogies, but they have never succeeded..."
"This cannot be done by human power, only by literature and art!"
Lin Yi did not notice these changes in the world, and still said loudly: "No one knows about its existence or its disappearance. People may have something to say, but they will believe it and doubt it. My heart and eyes are aching, and I will sleep hard to see it. I lay down my wine and look at the horizon while crying. The heaven and earth are in sorrow, the grass and trees are in mourning. The funeral sacrifices are not coming, and the soul has no support."
Wow!
At this moment, the elegiac couplet originally attached to the wreath suddenly bloomed with brilliance.
At the same time, the rice paper in Lin Yi's hand, and the eulogy written with the Qinglang pen, also had brilliance coming out of the paper, and the energy of heaven and earth surged, condensing and never dissipating.
"This is?"
Lin Yi was surprised and guessed that it might be the reason why the eulogy turned into a calligraphy treasure in Qinglong's pen.
But the eulogy could not be stopped, and he continued to read: "Oh, hey! It's your destiny? It's been like this since ancient times! What can I do about it..."
"The soul is back!"
Boom!
As soon as the words fell, thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
The talents of heaven and earth inspired by dozens of elegiac couplets and eulogies were intertwined and turned into pillars of talent, rising straight into the sky, and the dark clouds directly poked a hole.
Beams of light shone down from the clouds.
Like holy light spreading all over the world.
The bachelor's family members holding the clay pots with ashes looked at this scene in a daze.
It was as if the vision transformed by the talents of these elegiac couplets and eulogies were bidding farewell to their lost loved one.
"father!"
Suddenly, a little girl suddenly knelt on the ground, looked at a beam of light illuminated by the clouds, stretched out her hands, and cried loudly: "Dad! Daddy..."
Everyone followed the little girl's gaze and suddenly showed expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
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