Dayu, Jiang Ziya and Wang Yangming stopped suddenly and felt extremely strong fluctuations in talent, which was the aura of the Sub-Saint.
The three of them turned around.
Dayu and Jiang Ziya were fine, but Wang Yangming's eyes almost popped out.
"Hundred Schools of New Saints!"
"Dean Aoyama!"
"Li Mobai!"
Wang Yangming knew what happened in the Tang Dynasty and recognized these people at a glance. After all, the clothes they wore also determined their factions.
As for Dean Qingshan and Li Mobai, he once visited Qingshan Academy on the road to sainthood.
"Xiao Wang!"
Dean Qingshan was quite surprised. He remembered Wang Yangming, but he didn't pay much attention to him. He didn't expect that Wang Yangming had already become a sub-sage.
In fact, over the years, Qingshan Academy has received many scholars who were confused and confused about literature, and Wang Yangming was just one of them.
"I didn't expect you to become a sub-sage. It's very, very good!" Dean Qingshan stroked his beard and said with a smile.
Li Mobai looked at Wang Yangming and said with emotion: "It seems that you broke through many years earlier than me, so it must be you Wang Yangming!"
When Wang Yangming visited Qingshan Academy at that time, he was the one who received him.
"Brother Mo Bai is serious. I have heard about your Sword of the River in Ming Dynasty for a long time!" Wang Yangming also praised it.
For a time, the saints formed a small circle and praised each other.
Ning Caichen and the old woman, as well as Nie Xiaoqing and Nie Xiaolan, were completely speechless at this time and were in shock.
Prince Dayan just broke through the realm, but there were so many second-grade Yasages here.
Are you afraid that half of the sub-sages on the mainland are here?
The three of them and one ghost didn't dare to speak at this time. They stood there like little transparent ones. After all, in front of the saints, they were just students.
Not enough levels.
at this time.
The new saint of the Luo family asked in confusion: "It's strange, there is such a big commotion, why is my son-in-law Chenglong Kuai from the Luo family not here?"
The saints cast a sidelong glance at the new saint of the Luo family, thinking that he was shameless and insisted on describing Lin Yi as his son-in-law of the Luo family.
There is no shortage of beauties in their family.
The saints quarreled over this, and some saints even rolled up their sleeves and prepared to fight hard. Dean Qingshan stood up and acted as peacemaker.
Let everyone have something to say, and suggested: "To be fair, the new saint of the Luo family is right, he is indeed the son-in-law of the Luo family!"
"By the way, I'm his grandfather!"
A smile appeared on Dean Qingshan's face and he said: "We are all waiting here. When my grandson-in-law comes, we can go there together. How can we let him miss this rare opportunity?"
"..."
"How shameless!"
"The same virtue as someone named Luo!"
"It's true that we are not a family, we won't enter the same family!"
All the saints criticized him verbally, thinking that in order to ensure his position in Lin Yi's heart, Dean Qingshan should not be old-fashioned.
Wang Yangming, the old woman, Ning Caichen and others were all a little confused for a moment. They didn't understand why they were quarreling over the Luo family's son-in-law?
This made them particularly curious about this person's identity.
Wang Yangming couldn't help but ask: "Everyone, who are you talking about? If you don't go over now, are you waiting for him?"
Dayu, Jiang Ziya and Qiming kept suppressing their laughter.
Logically speaking... they should also be able to guess who is breaking through, but it seems that the saints have not discovered it.
But yes.
This vision is very much like the first rank, and in the hearts of all the saints, Lin is also the third rank, which obviously has nothing to do with him...
"right!"
Dean Qingshan said sternly: "Just waiting for him, Xiao Wang, you are far away in the Ming Dynasty, and you don't know many things clearly. If you see him later, remember to lower your attitude, you will think that he is a third-grade person, and you will look down on him... "
"Let's not talk about his identity. All you need to know is that these jealous guys around me became saints because of him!"
Dean Qingshan seemed to want to show off his "grandson-in-law" and told Wang Yangming that the other party was a very remarkable person.
Wang Yangming was shocked and curious about who the other party was. He asked, "I don't know the name of the dean's grandson-in-law..."
"Prince Dayan Lin Yi!"
Dean Qingshan stroked his beard and smiled, holding his head high and full of pride.
"..."
Wang Yangming was stunned, his face changed slightly, and he asked: "The dean and the saints...are they waiting for the prince Lin Yi?"
"That's right!"
Dean Qingshan said: "Is there something wrong?"
The saints frowned and looked at Wang Yangming.
Wang Yangming said helplessly: "You don't have to wait for him, because the one who breaks the situation is Prince Lin Yi!"
"Hahaha!"
Jiang Ziya couldn't help but laugh out loud. Seeing the stunned expressions on the saints' faces, Jiang Ziya quickly said, "I'm sorry, you guys are just too funny."
"My belly, haha, I'm laughing so hard!"
"I thought you all knew that it was Master Lin who was breaking the boundary, but I didn't expect that you didn't know at all."
All Saints' faces turned red.
"Isn't he... a broken person?" Painter Jiang Sheng said in surprise.
"Most likely!"
"No wonder we made a mistake. After all, we never thought that Prince Edward would break the first rank!"
"It's not a big problem. You can keep it here for the time being, and I will go over to protect the law!"
call out!
After the painter Jiang Sheng finished speaking, he sat on a scroll and went straight into the area where Lin Yi broke through. There were fragments of literary rules that spilled out when he broke through.
This is a great opportunity, and the chicken and dog will ascend to heaven right now.
"That's right, the prince's little friend is about to be in trouble now, I must protect him!"
"How can I neglect the matter of protecting the Dharma?"
"Protect the prince!"
call out!
call out!
When all the saints learned that the person who broke through the situation was Lin Yi, their eyes suddenly turned red, and in the name of protecting the law, they all rushed over.
"Is this the second-grade Yasheng?"
Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaolan were greatly shocked.
"The levels are different, and the way we treat people and things is very different from mine. When you reach the level of saints, you can do whatever you want, your thoughts should be clear, and laughing and scolding will be true!"
The old woman on crutches smiled and said: "Cultivation is to cultivate myself! Reading is also to understand yourself and the world. This is the meaning of reading and practicing!"
Ning Caichen seemed to have some realization.
"As long as we stay on the periphery, how successful we can be depends on fate!"
The old woman looked at Nie Xiaoqing and said, "Qing'er, as Saint Master Yangming said, this is your opportunity, go ahead!"
"kindness!"
Nie Xiaoqing nodded and glanced at Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaolan. This was a bet, and this might be the last one.
She has no attachment and looks away from everything.
…
"Soon!"
In the golden light, Lin Yi clearly felt that the Confucian spirit was constantly transforming, and the holy crown on his head became more solid at this time.
Before this, although Ru Ling also wore a holy crown, it was relatively transparent and not substantial, but now it has almost turned into a real thing.
The Confucian robe on his body has also been transformed into a holy robe under the blessing of literary and Taoist rules. Behind him are the Tai Chi diagram, the Bagua diagram, the sage's book, and the sage's ruler. Every treasure is shining brightly.
“If it’s not broken now, how can it be worse!”
Lin Yi didn't feel any bottleneck, as if he felt it, he immediately broke through, which was completely different from other scholars.
boom!
As Lin Yi's voice fell, a golden mark appeared between his eyebrows, and his righteousness soared into the sky, directly connecting with the rules of literature and art.
At this moment, Lin Yi had a strange feeling, as if he was bathing in a void, with cultural rules visible to the naked eye everywhere, like shards of glass.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand, and suddenly countless rule fragments rushed towards him, as if with some kind of joyful feeling.
The voice of the saint chanting sutras in the void became clearer and louder, and Lin Yi was like a saint bathing in the light.
