"..."
The talented men and beauties fell silent after hearing Lin Yi's words.
Great ambition!
It was established for God to see, and it was established for Master to see.
In their lifetime, whether they are admitted to the imperial court or the Holy Academy, being able to become a fifth-grade person is almost the limit.
Where can I think about entering the realm of third-grade Confucianism related to great aspirations?
"Who would kill a scholar with a good reputation in broad daylight?"
Wow!
At this moment, a group of police officers dressed in Yamen police uniforms rushed into the teahouse with a fierce look.
The tea house is not far from the government office, and it is in the capital. After someone reported to the official, they must have rushed over immediately.
Qin Shan was lying on the ground, her face was as pale as paper, and she looked like she was about to die. She pointed at Lin Yida and said, "It's him, it's him!"
"Lin Yi...what should I do? What should I do?"
Zhang Jiuer panicked. She had never experienced anything like this before.
"Don't be afraid, it will be fine!"
Lin Yi patted Zhang Jiu'er's arm, then walked towards the pair of Yamen execution room police officers, and said calmly: "It's me!"
"very good!"
The leader of the team was a strong man. He looked at Lin Yi approvingly and said, "You are a man who dares to take responsibility. I won't put any shackles on you anymore. Let's go!"
Lin Yi put his hands behind his back and left the teahouse calmly.
When it's time to leave.
He specifically glanced at Qin Shan and the young men with cold expressions, and felt suspicious in his heart: "He spared no effort to anger me and tried every means to get me... It's definitely not because of Miss Jiu'er and the so-called poetry society rules. I want to take a look." , who wants to get me!"
Lin Yi dared to go to the Yamen, so he naturally had his trump card.
He could have just shown the Holy Son's token to decide the conflict between him and Qin Shan, and the Yamen had no right to interfere!
But he didn't.
Because this matter was so strange, he wanted to know... who was standing behind Qin Shan and those guys!
Who wants to get him!
When he first came to the capital, it was the first time he walked out of Zhang's house. The only people he saw were Long Wei and Gou Zhongxing, an official from the Ministry of Industry.
"Ministry of Industry..."
At this moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed through Lin Yi's mind.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
I’m really looking forward to the next development, whether it’s the fox showing its tail...
…
"Brother Xu, go find Brother Xu!"
"And Fang Qingxue, go find Fang Qingxue... She is now admitted to the Holy Academy and is the second best in the palace examination. There must be a way!"
Zhang Jiuer chased him out of the teahouse and watched helplessly as Lin Yi was taken into the Huatian Mansion Yamen, anxious and scared.
But just when Zhang Jiuer was about to ask for help, there was a sudden commotion in the teahouse.
Immediately afterwards.
A strong and extremely strong talent suddenly spread out from the teahouse.
call out!
At the same time, a beam of light outside the tea house suddenly shot straight into the sky, and then exploded like a firework, and a white light spread across the entire Huatian Mansion.
When~
Suddenly, a voice from the sky above the capital resounded. Countless scholars and scholars trembled in their literary palaces and benefited a lot.
"Caiqi Guanfu, what happened in the teahouse?" Zhang Jiuer was stunned on the spot, his mind was greatly shocked.
"Could it be?"
Zhang Jiu'er thought of a possibility and shocked himself.
She gritted her teeth and turned back to the restaurant again.
Then he saw those young talented men, Junyan, all slumped on the ground, dumbfounded, looking horrified and speechless.
The young men who targeted Lin Yi couldn't help but tremble and their breathing became rapid.
The body instinctively absorbs the overflowing talent greedily.
This fucking guy is not an ordinary person at all!
Qin Shan from Qingshan Academy stared blankly at the talented poetry scroll on the desk, her mind going blank.
And at this moment, the writing on the paper jumped out of the paper, as if it was about to be overdrawn.
soon.
Small black characters floated from the paper. Only then did they see clearly what poems Lin Yi had written...
"I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes,"
"I advise you to cherish your youth."
"The flowers bloom and are ready to be broken,"
“Don’t wait until there are no flowers and break branches.”
call out!
Small characters with beautiful fonts are arranged in a row, like a small black dragon, flying out from the teahouse. When it encounters the wind, it grows longer. With the blessing of the talents of heaven and earth, it turns into characters as big as cattle, suspended in the void. superior.
"This is the poem Lin Yi composed just now..." Zhang Jiuer was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes...
…
"A poem that warns the world and encourages learning!"
Some scholars who understood this kind of vision were frightened when they saw this poem hovering over the capital.
this moment.
Countless people in the capital saw this bizarre phenomenon.
Fang Qingxue, who had just left the tea house not far away, suddenly stopped when she heard Wen Dao Tianyin, turned around and looked back, her eyes flickering, staring blankly at the poem floating in the sky.
Talent runs through the house.
Why is the handwriting... exactly the same as the "Guan Ju" Zhong Zizheng gave her?
Tang Hu's expression also changed greatly, and he murmured: "This is a quatrain poem of great talent. This kind of vision is a warning poem to scholars, and it has been recognized by the world of literature and art!"
"I don't know which senior scholar did it. The capital is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon..."
Tang Hu was filled with admiration.
With his current painting skills, if he wants to create a Guanzhou painting with five talents, it also depends on inspiration and opportunity.
…
at the same time.
In the Qingshan Academy of Huatian Mansion, a group of masters wearing Confucian robes looked up towards the capital of Huatian Mansion, their expressions slightly moved.
"This is Cai Qi Guan Mansion. The vision over there is the appearance of a quatrain poem that warns the world and encourages learning!"
"Haha, fellow seniors, if these poems are engraved in our Qingshan Academy, what an opportunity it would be!"
"That's right, while no one has taken it away yet, our Qingshan Academy, which is closest to Shui Lou Terrace, will get the moon first!"
One by one, the masters of Qingshan Academy appeared at the location of the academy's bell, and then used their talents to drive the bell.
When~
When~
The sound of Wen Zhong resounded throughout the academy, and at the same time, the fluctuation spread to the teahouse in the capital.
It seems that he wants to attract that poem to Qingshan Academy.
…
Huatianfu Town Guoshengyuan.
The Fifth Holy Son Zhongzi was composing a poem in the Holy Courtyard. He was not satisfied with it no matter how he read it. He tore it into pieces and said angrily: "Don't you have any poetic talent? Impossible? All my fellow poets say that I He is a talented poet, and in the future he will be able to compose poems that will bring peace to the country and step into the realm of sub-sages..."
at this time.
Zhong Zi was sensing something and his eyes lit up: "At this moment, I am in the capital!"
The next second.
Zhong Zi was appearing in a restaurant in the capital, looking up at the verses floating in the sky, and said: "A warning to encourage people to learn quatrain poetry, and their talent spreads all over the country, but no one has accepted it... Hmm? Wen Zhongzhiyin? What a Qingshan Academy, Dare you compete with me for a poem? Then come and try!"
Zhong Zizheng waved his hand, and a piece of holy paper glowing with golden light flew out from his sleeve. He activated his talent and faced the poem "Golden Thread Clothes" in the void. A huge suction force burst out from the holy paper.
This is the holy paper of the Holy Court. It has many wonderful functions and can perfectly inscribe this kind of verse on the holy paper.
It is equivalent to an authentic work, rather than an ordinary rubbing, which can cleanse the literary palace and improve the talent of cultivation.
In Qingshan Academy.
The masters controlled Wen Zhong, and suddenly felt someone interfering, and their eyes turned red at that time.
A slightly fat master said: "It's the breath of the sacred paper, it must be that guy Zhong Zizheng. This guy is a poetry lunatic. We don't even want to read any poem that falls into his hands... Don't let him succeed!"
"good!"
"Try harder, if it doesn't work, let's move Wen Zhong to the capital and fight with him!"
"I have exactly what I mean!"
The other masters were already furious and wanted to move Wen Zhong to the capital and compete with Zhong Zhengda for three hundred rounds.
What happened to the Fifth Holy Son?
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