"Li Wenbo, I remember telling you, don't call me Dean Sima, just call me Dean of the Division!"
Sima Gang's voice came from the room.
Squeak.
The bamboo door opened, and a middle-aged man in disheveled clothes came out, holding a piece of torn red silk in his hand. There was a soft sound in the room.
Sima Gang angrily scolded: "What a clever idea, tell me, if you can't satisfy me, you will have to wait for someone to replace you as the dean."
Li Wenbo pretended to be ashamed and anxious, and pointed to the west: "Sima... Uh, Dean Si, that's what I think. There is a poem handed down from the world in the direction of the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom, and the world's scribes are flocking to it, and our view of the Holy Academy is The star platform can temporarily block celestial phenomena and create celestial phenomena!"
"And our saints' scriptures are both handed down from generation to generation, and they can also resonate with the way of heaven!"
"The world only knows that the poems handed down from ancient times are in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters, so they head towards the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters... So, why don't we use a little trick to impress them with holy miracles on the way, and they won't obediently join the Holy Spirit The embrace of the hospital?"
Li Wenbo looked flawless, but after hearing this, Sima Gang's face turned red and he scolded angrily: "Presumptuous! You are committing fraud. The Holy Court was destroyed by your evil ways. I didn't expect that even you would do it." If you learn badly, Master will be extremely disappointed in you!"
Sima Gang's momentum as a sub-sage exploded in half a step, and he looked like a gentleman, forcing Li Wenbo back several steps!
Li Wenbo immediately pretended to be scared and backed away: "Students don't dare, students know they are wrong..."
"No, you're not necessarily wrong."
But who would have expected that Sima Gang, who had refused with a straight face just now, suddenly changed his style and said such a sentence.
If he hadn't found out this person's habits in advance, Li Wenbo would have been deceived by him.
"In special times, use special means. From another perspective, your proposal may be right."
Li Wenbo said happily: "What do you mean?"
"That bullshit prince built Taishan Academy, causing constant complaints from all over the Holy Academy. He also lost a large number of mainstays to the imperial court. Now our Holy Academy has the opportunity to employ people! Although this plan is inhumane, as long as it is done properly, it can be done. Strengthen the reputation of our Holy Court, and when the time comes, once the person who wrote the poem passed down to the world is found, our Holy Court will take the opportunity to recruit him as a plan."
"Just do as you say. You go and call Fu Yuheng, Zhong Zizheng and the other saints to see me. They still need their cooperation in this matter..."
"Okay! But..."
"But what?" Sima Gang looked unhappy.
"Nothing, it's just that Fu Yuheng...has submitted his resignation."
"Asshole!"
Sima Gang was so angry that he smashed the door with an angry slap, causing another frightening sound to be heard in the room.
"If the master hadn't thought that he was a good person, he had a good reputation when he was an academic administrator in Nanxiang Mansion, and he was a talented person who was conscientious in his work, then who would have gotten the position of Dean of the Holy Academy! Today, he also betrayed the Holy Academy, What an ignorant white-eyed wolf! What are you looking at, why don’t you hurry up and call the other saints!”
"yes!"
Li Wenbo did not dare to refute, so he immediately nodded and turned around to leave.
When he turned around, he couldn't help but make a few faces, and said silently: "You think everyone likes your bullshit Holy Academy? You are an old pervert, and you are the First Holy Son, bah."
Looking at Li Wenbo's leaving figure, Sima Gang nodded in approval and whispered:
"This kid has some tricks up his sleeve, he's a talent. Why can't I think of this trick? I'll use tricks when it's time to resort to tricks. He really has a bit of the demeanor of when I was young, and his appearance... seems to be a bit... Is it similar? Is it a leftover relationship left behind when I traveled to Nanxiang Mansion? I have to check it out. In any case, this guy is indeed good and worthy of promotion. Nowadays, there are too few people who are truly dedicated to the Holy Academy. "
…
Ten minutes ago.
At Wangyue Pavilion in the northern suburbs of Kyoto, Fu Yuheng and Zhong Zi were pushing cups and composing poems.
"Good wine, good poetry!"
Zhong Zizheng's face was red from drunkenness, and he admired Fu Yuheng's new poem. If this poem could be perfected, it would definitely be a poem about Guanzhou, and it would not be impossible for Mingfu to be named.
Fu Yuheng drank the last glass, stood up, clasped his fists at Zhong Zizheng and said, "Brother Zizheng, this is the end of the day. I'll say goodbye."
Fu Yuheng was an upright man and was not well-liked by anyone in the Holy Court. He was the only one who kept company with Zhong Zizheng, the fifth holy son who was a poet.
Coupled with their appreciation for Lin Yi, the two gradually became closer and became close friends.
Now that he is leaving the Holy Court, Fu Yuheng plans to go to His Highness the Crown Prince to seek a higher path of sacred learning and make himself useful, while Zhong Zizheng chooses to stay in the Holy Court. From now on, the two have different paths and will not work together. When they meet again, they may A hostile person.
Both are sad.
The poem written by Fu Yuheng just now was inspired by this.
"Brother Zizheng, do you know that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and his entourage from the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom... have become saints!"
Fu Yuheng couldn't bear Zhong Zizheng to continue to stay in this rotten holy courtyard, and finally tried to dissuade him.
"I know that the higher-ups of the Holy Academy have also received the news."
Zhong Zizheng also stood up and sighed: "Brother Yuheng, although the Holy Courtyard is riddled with holes, it is after all a place for literary people like us. Without it, I would not be where I am today... Therefore, unless the Holy Courtyard is riddled with holes, The courtyard is really rotten to the root, otherwise I still hope that the temple can regain its glory."
"clear."
Fu Yuheng stopped trying to persuade him.
However, at this moment, a burst of glow came from the west, and then, the sound of Tiandao reverberated throughout the entire continent!
"Nine-colored rays of light, ten sounds of music! It's someone who composed the poem that will be passed down to the world!"
Zhong Zizheng woke up immediately and his whole body was shaking with excitement. Fu Yuheng was also the same. He didn't expect that someone in this world would actually write a poem that would be handed down from generation to generation!
A poem passed down from generation to generation!
This is the ultimate dream of a literary person!
No one doesn’t yearn for it!
"This is the direction of the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom. I have to go! Will Brother Zizheng come with you?" Fu Yuheng asked impatiently.
"certainly!"
Zhong Zizheng smiled, but soon the smile on his face froze, and the token in his sleeves continued to tremble.
Fu Yuheng asked in confusion: "Brother Zizheng, what's wrong?"
"It was the Holy Court who issued the summoning order for the Holy Sons. I must go back first." Zhong Zizheng sighed.
"In that case, let's just say goodbye!"
Fu Yuheng said no more and went directly back to the carriage: "My horse has thirty-two legs. Hurry, I have to rush over as soon as possible. The poem that has been handed down from generation to generation has been published, and I, Fu Yuheng, cannot miss it!"
Watching his leaving figure, Zhong Zizheng was filled with envy, and then turned around and returned to the Holy Courtyard.
…
Lin Yi is here.
More and more people came to watch.
On the ground, there are already more than a hundred people observing the vision and enlightenment, and there are signs of people coming from a distance, all directed at the Seven Kills Poem.
Lin Yi also didn't expect that this Seven Kills poem would really reach the level of being handed down from generation to generation.
Thanks to this blessing rain, Lin Yi has such a wonderful calligraphy tool. If used well, he can definitely become a master of calligraphy.
At the same time, the remaining rain of blessings is enough to write two more poems.
Lin is also hesitating whether to continue writing poetry.
After all, there is a big drawback to using the Rain of Fortune to compose poetry, which is that it automatically verifies the rules of literature and cannot be hidden.
If he continued to write poems that were handed down from generation to generation, it would probably arouse suspicion.
"Master Ming, is there any way that I can use the rain of blessings to compose poems and hide my talent from heaven and earth?" Lin Yi could only ask Master Ming again for advice.
Soon, Master Ming's voice came to his ears: "No, there is no escape from the catastrophe, unless you give up the idea of composing poetry."
"Okay." Lin Yi said helplessly.
"Why are you hiding?"
Mingye said in confusion: "You are the person who is going to carry the destiny of the country. Everything you do will affect the destiny of the country. A literary talent like you who writes poems that will be handed down from generation to generation will definitely make the destiny of the country prosperous. Why do such good things happen?" Hiding, could it be said that you have the way of an emperor but not the heart of an emperor?"
"Forehead!"
Mingye's words awakened Lin Yi!
'Yes, why do I want to hide it? I am worthy of all this! If I am worried about the future, then since the storm is coming, let it come more violently! '
Lin Yifan suddenly woke up, smiled, and felt confident!
He waved his sleeves and robe, put away the Seven Kills poem, and said boldly: "Come again!"
The next moment, a touch of blessing fell into the inkstone and turned into ink, and another piece of rice paper floated out in the air.
