I Become A Saint By Studying

"Lin Yi!"

Fu Yuheng recognized Lin Yi's voice and turned around abruptly.

Sure enough, seeing Lin Yi walking out of the crowd, a smile appeared on his face.

At the banquet last night, what Lin Yi said is still vivid in my memory, and she said it very wonderfully.

Especially that poem...

hum!

Fu Yuheng's body trembled slightly. He knew that Lin Yi had written that poem that was so brilliant.

He had also looked forward to it... If he left, he would bring this poem of talent to Mingzhou with him.

Even if there are no successful scholars, only one poem is enough for this life!

"Master Xuezheng!"

Lin Yi cupped hands saluted, and handed the poem "Farewell to Dong Da" to Fu Yuheng, and said seriously, "Master Xuezheng has been clean and honest all his life, and he has never accepted half a gift from others. Nanxiang Prefecture is a barren land. Xuezheng has also sent out many literary talents!"

"Fang Qingxue from Pingzhou Academy with high school members!"

"There is Zhang Dong, the county magistrate of Qipin who pleads for the people!"

"There are poems with talent that go through the state, there are poems with talent that make the state, and there are several poems that are full of talent..."

"Too many, the students won't say much here..."

"Students admire Master Xuezheng's honesty and responsibility, so I will present this poem to him. I wish you a bright future, and there will be a period in the future!"

Lin Yi cupped fist.

He believed that this poem would definitely benefit Fu Yuheng a lot.

A scholar like Fu Yuheng is what a scholar should be like. His honest and honest deeds in the school and politics for so many years are worth singing...

so!

This poem of talent Mingzhou is the best carrier for his deeds to be sung!

"Should... Seriously?"

As soon as Fu Yuheng took the poem volume, he immediately broke his defense.

Good weight!

Nearly seventy catties, almost enough to pass through the house.

Lin Yi nodded.

"Hahaha……"

Fu Yuheng laughed heartily, sweeping away the sadness in his heart, he looked at Lin Yi, shook his head and said, "You have a heart, but the old man can't accept your gift?"

A gentleman loves poetry, and he gets it in a proper way.

"Hehe, it's ridiculous!"

Hearing the conversation between Lin Yi and Fu Yuheng, Liao Qinghe couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, "You're still talented in the state, talented in Mingzhou, and talented in the mansion? Junior brother, your student's praise of you is outrageous..."

The faces of many bachelors changed.

Some time ago, there was indeed a talented poem born, and they had seen that vision.

But the poems of Guanzhou and the poems of Mingzhou...the capital of Nanxiang Prefecture did not appear.

But all the poems that are talented and talented have appeared, and the poems of Guanzhou and Mingzhou that are weaker... It is also possible!

but.

How did Lin Yi know? Is it possible that he is always by his side?

Fu Xuezheng shook his head and said, "Brother Liao didn't seem to have done a lot of homework before he came!"

"There are some things that the junior brother didn't want to say, but the senior brother is so aggressive, so the junior brother has no choice but to get mad once!"

"Lin Yi!"

Fu Yuheng turned his head to look at Lin Yi, and said solemnly, "I want to see your Mingzhou poems, can I find the treasure?"

Lin Yi smiled, "Okay!"

Wow~

Without saying a word, Lin Yi placed the calligraphy "Farewell to Dong Da" on the ground in his hand. Expand directly...

call out!

Setsuna room.

Amidst the icy and snowy land, a golden beam of light transformed from talent shot straight into the sky.

Then the pillar of light exploded in the clouds, blooming like fireworks, dazzling and dazzling, and the brilliance radiated the entire capital of Nanxiang Prefecture.

At the same time, on the rice paper, there are also golden fonts with wonderful brushstrokes, as if they are about to come out...

'Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow. '

'Don't worry about having no confidant in the future, who in the world doesn't know the king? '

"calligraphy!"

"It's the poem of Mingzhou last night, it's him...it's him!"

All the scholars in the Moon-Watching Pavilion were shocked.

While looking shocked, his scalp was numb, and goose bumps appeared all over his body!

"This……"

Liao Qinghe stared at this scene dumbfounded, feeling uncomfortable all over.

It turned out to be a poem of talent Mingzhou.

More importantly... the second half of the poem made his jealous eyeballs bleed.

Who in the world does not know you?

Why?

How did Fu Yuheng get such an award?

"Mochou... Mochou has no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows the king...Okay, okay!"

Fu Yuheng was already in tears, and there was both great pride and endless sadness in his heart.

He has served in Nanxiang Mansion for so long, never interacting with the local dignitaries, and concentrated on studying.

Care about the scholars in Nanxiang Prefecture.

But when he finally left office, a dinner party allowed him to see clearly the faces of these scholars.

He deeply felt that own failed.

But I didn't expect... that young bachelor Lin Yi who pleaded for the people and dared to behead the scholars.

But he made a poem that is enough to be handed down to the world.

"Mochou has no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows the king..."

Fu Yuheng's face turned red and he didn't drink, but at this moment he felt deeply drunk.

This poem made him drunk.

"Your name is Lin Yi, isn't it? This poem has not been inscribed by the envoy, how about letting the envoy inscribe it?"

Liao Qinghe's breathing became heavy, he looked at Lin Yi and said, "You have reached the eighth rank, and you probably haven't taken the provincial examination yet. This poem has already reached the state of talent, so I can appoint you to be the interpreter for this year's provincial examination." !"

Liao Qinghe knew the value of this poem too well.

Enough to make him famous in history.

As long as this poem is still there, and his name is inscribed... it will be passed down through the ages.

Wow!

All the scholars were in an uproar, their envious eyes turned red.

Su Tong, in particular, felt an extremely aggrieved feeling, wishing to trample Lin Yi under his feet.

He tried his best to please Xue Zheng, but he showed this attitude towards Lin Yi.

Even Xie Yuan's identity in the township examination can be directly hand-picked.

Lin Yi looked at Liao Qinghe, frowned, and said, "Master Xuezheng, you shoulder the power of the provincial examination for a government, but you have abused the power to such an extent, do you have justice and fairness in your heart?"

"..."

Liao Qinghe froze for a moment.

Teach me how to do things?

Lin Yi continued, "Master Xuezheng, do you think you are worthy of this poem?"

Liao Qinghe's face instantly turned red, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Outside the moon-watching pavilion.

Long San, who was half-closed, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Liao Qinghe.

His right hand has touched the Xiuchun knife at his waist!

After all, Liao Qinghe is also a strong fourth rank gentleman, he glanced at Long San on the carriage in the distance.

I was even more shocked.

'What is the identity of this Lin Yi? Even the court dragon guards want to protect him openly? '

After all, Liao Qinghe didn't make any next move. He just looked at Lin Yi and said indifferently, "Lin Yi, I won't force you, but I hope you can think it over carefully..."

Lin Yi glanced at Liao Qinghe, chose to ignore it, and put away the poem "Farewell to Dong Da", and then his eyes fell on Fu Yuheng, "Master Xuezheng, this poem was written for you by a student, and it was originally given to you. Accept it." Come down!"

This poem is the poem of Gao Shi, a sage in the previous life.

Being able to make his poems spread in the Shengwen Continent is not a shame...for the past, the words of Secret Technique.

In the previous life, China had a civilization of 5,000 years, and Saints emerged in large numbers, and their Taoism made China a splendid civilization.

The great wish I set up to inherit the Secret Technique of the past is actually to inherit the avenue of Saint, make it Immortal, and make it survive...

In the end, the rest of the world will be boundless!

"My lord, you have to title the poem as a gift. I think it's better to just title it..."Wangyue Pavilion sends Fu Xuezheng out of Nanxiang"?"

Li Wenbo's voice sounded.

As a professional dog licker... His licks are always so moist and silent.

Everyone stared.

What is the dream of a scholar? Self-cultivation, ruling the country and the world?

Do not!

It is famous in history!

This inscription must be done, Fu Yuheng's name will surely be left in the history, and it will last forever...

"It's absolutely impossible, the name of the old man, how can He De appear on this Mingzhou poem?"

Fu Yuheng shook his head again and again, but the anticipation in his eyes...couldn't be concealed at all.

The body trembled with excitement!

If his name can be inscribed on this poem of Mingzhou, even if it kills him now, it will be done!

But there are still necessary euphemisms...

He studied for the sake of self-cultivation, governing the country and the peace of the world, but in his heart... he also wanted to leave a legacy in history!

Otherwise, why would he have nothing to do?

Didn't he just hope that after his death, people would think of him... Fu Yuheng when they mentioned his clean and honest education and politics!

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