I Become A Saint By Studying

"What movement?"

"What happened at the Yellow Crane Tower?"

"It seems to be a new Mingfu poem, oh my god, two...two poems?"

The bachelors of the major academies outside the market, including some of the Holy Academy, were dumbfounded and looked dull.

A poem by Mingfu is enough to make their hearts itch.

I didn't expect another song to come now.

The essential.

They can't get in.

"My lord, please be considerate, here are two hundred taels of silver, how about letting me go in and have a look?"

Some literati and bachelors approached him and secretly stuffed money into Hua Pao's body.

He could tell that although this Longwei had a hundred households, he had great power.

"What are you doing?"

Hua Paguang was stunned, he stared at the literati scholar and said: "I remembered, was it you who owed me two hundred taels of silver?"

The literati understood immediately, and said without saying a word: "Yes, brother, it's me, and the money is returned to you now!"

"Okay, okay, let's go in, brother!"

Hua Paguang collected the silver and put the man in.

The scholar of literati looked ecstatic, and ran towards the Yellow Crane Tower.

Wow!

Seeing this scene, the other literati's eyes were bloodshot.

"My lord, I borrowed you two hundred taels of silver before, and I will pay you back now..."

The clever bachelor, who is familiar with the game, also stuffed the money into Hua Paguang's hands.

Then rushed into the street.

"Hey, who told us to be brothers? Just go in and pay back the money!"

Hua Paguang sighed loudly.

Other literati also understood instantly.

This Longwei is accepting bribes.

rough!

Are you really not afraid that they will report it to the court?

But it's not necessary, the top priority now is of course to absorb the talent of Ming Fu's poems.

This is two.

Developed!

"grown ups……"

"You owe me four hundred taels!"

"They all only owe you two hundred taels, how come I owe you four hundred taels?"

"They are uglier than you, but you are so good-looking, why do you owe me two hundred taels more?"

"Too!"

Hua Paguang was standing at the entrance of the market, and the banknotes were soft.

The other dragon guards didn't say much either.

At this time, a literati scholar was entangled in his heart, and took out two hundred taels of silver to go in.

Hua Paguang recognized him.

It was the bachelor of a certain academy who said to stick to the principle just now, Hua Paguang decisively stopped him, "You can't go in!"

"I owe you money, so I'm paying you back?" The bachelor was stunned for a moment.

"You owe me money!"

Hua Ba bare hands crossed his chest and said, "However, what you owe is two thousand taels!"

"Fuck you, uncle!"

The bachelor directly swears, others are four hundred taels, but it costs two thousand taels to him.

Robbery!

"Bold!"

Hua Pa Guangxiu Chun Dao resolutely pulled out of its sheath, saying: "If you don't pay back the debt, you will be scolded by the mother..."

Before he finished speaking, the bachelor was probably afraid, so he quickly took out the bank note and said, "This is two thousand taels of silver..."

Bang!

Hua Pa Guangxiu Chun knife was sheathed, and said with satisfaction: "It's not too bad, let's go in!"

"Those who owe money in the future should be more conscious, go in early, the benefits you get from Insight, can't be bought with thousands of taels of silver?"

Hua Pa Guang encouraged those hesitant maesters.

"I still!"

"I'll pay..."

All the scholars felt that Hua Pao's words were reasonable.

Money is external.

But how many poems of this kind of Mingfu can they gain insights in a lifetime? Can this be exchanged for silver?

cannot!

So they took out their money one by one and got the chance to enter the market and the Yellow Crane Tower.

More than 3,000 literati and bachelors entered the arena, and Hua Paguang took a dozen Qiankun pouches.

Only those banknotes and silver were filled.

"Be optimistic!"

Hua Paguang ordered Long Wei to keep watch and patrol, while he hurried to a restaurant.

Lin Yi, King Teng, Zhu Zhiyun and Mei Chunguang are all on it.

Plop!

As soon as Hua Paguang came up, he knelt down on one knee and said, "His Royal Highness, according to your instructions, I have recovered a total of more than 830,000 taels of silver from more than 3,000 literati and scholars..."

Hua Paguang took out the Qiankun pouches one by one.

Gudong!

Hua Paguang swallowed, he had never seen so much money in his life.

His annual salary is only a few hundred taels now.

If you don't eat or drink, and borrow another five hundred years from the sky, you can almost earn enough.

Crackling!

Zhu Zhiyun took out the abacus from the pouch in his sleeve and began to count.

"My lord, you got more than 160,000 taels of silver!" Zhu Zhiyun told King Teng about the profit distribution.

"Okay, okay, it's only been a while, and more than a hundred thousand taels of blood have been recovered, imperial nephew, there are tens of thousands of literati and bachelors who come to the capital now..."

King Teng stroked his beard with a smile, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

Once fell into the abyss.

Unexpectedly, just one day later, he was resurrected with full blood.

What a day of ups and downs.

Stimulate!

Lin Yi said sternly: "Silver is something external to the body. I am not very interested in silver. It is mainly for the Taishan Academy and for the great ambition of inheriting the Secret Technique for the past saints!"

King Teng fell silent with Zhu Zhiyun and Mei Chunguang.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Lin Yi said seriously: "What I said is true, I am really not interested in money."

King Teng was stunned, and said: "The emperor's nephew said this, if the emperor doesn't believe you, who else can you believe?"

Zhu Zhiyun said: "Students' admiration for the prince is like the surging river outside the Yellow Crane Tower, endless..."

Mei Chunguang said: "His Royal Highness, the servants believe it, everything is for the people of Dayan!"

Lin Yi was silent.

Why does he sound unbelievable?

It's not because he loves money, but because...he needs money to do things.

The meaning is different.

at the same time.

Outside the Yellow Crane Tower.

In front of a memorial archway near the market, a poem is engraved on a huge square base.

That is Ming Fu's words.

Thin gold font, the strokes are also square and round, elegant and stretched.

Thousands of literati and bachelors crowded to observe, their expressions filled with shock.

"I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd. Looking back suddenly, that man was in a dimly lit place...beautiful!"

"The night of New Year's Eve was the most frightening day for me. I promised that I would never set foot here again in my life, but today I don't regret this trip. It was so right!"

"What a beautiful New Year's Eve, this word brought me back to the New Year's Eve, if there were no accidents... everything would be so perfect!"

"No one's life is perfect. It is the beauty of this regret. The appearance of the words on the Lantern Festival makes people know how to cherish the beauty of the past..."

"This word is not just about Yuanxi, but conveys his sorrow. He uses the grand event of Yuanxi to whitewash this false peace. Dayan is not stable, but the author wants to borrow words to find people who can worry about the country with him. My bosom friend..."

Some literati were puzzled by the appearance of the words, but there was also a handsome and talented man who understood the deep meaning.

He felt it carefully, and expressed his opinion with a sense of melancholy for no reason.

The New Year's Eve Lantern Festival is indeed very beautiful, people are full of laughter, but the sudden explosion.

It's like a crisis lurking under the peace.

This scholar of letters with different perceptions suddenly seemed to strike a chord.

The whole body is full of energy, like blossoming and withering lotus flowers.

The gathering of talents from heaven and earth made him glow with a faint light. Among the many literati and scholars, he was like a bright light in the dark night...

Every step he takes, lotuses grow in every step.