I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Yang Houye!" An angry shout came from outside the study, and soon, the door of the study was pushed open, and a majestic middle-aged man in sixth rank official uniform walked in with a bamboo stick in his hand.

Yang Houye, who was copying the classics, saw the visitor, got up quickly, and saluted: "Father!"

This Yang Houye looked to be in his twenties, his brows were like swords, and his face was handsome. At this time, when he saw his father hitting him with an angry face, he did not dodge or dodge, and planned to take the stick forcefully.

Father Yang still couldn't bear the fact that it was his own son who was old enough to have a son, and the bamboo stick stopped three inches from Yang Houye's cheek.

At this time, Yang Houye's mother rushed over anxiously. Seeing this scene, she rushed forward and stood in front of Yang Houye: "Master, what are you doing? How did Hou Ye provoke you!"

After reaching a step, Father Yang threw the bamboo stick in his hand on the ground and pointed at Yang Houye: "Have you resigned from the Wenchang Pavilion Transcription Department?"

Yang Houye nodded: "Yes."

"You...you...are mad at me..." Father Yang sat down angrily, "Do you know how many times this old man owes you favors in order to get you this job! I really want to mad at you..."

Yang's mother turned her head and glanced at Yang Houye, stepped forward and ran down Yang's father's chest, whispering comfortingly: "Master, isn't it just an errand? Our child is in the top ten of the academy, and he will be able to become an official next year. Sooner or later, he will have to resign." .”

"What do you know?" Father Yang scolded angrily, "Wenchang Pavilion Transcription Department, the transcribed "Wenbao" is distributed all over the world. As a transcriber, he will naturally have a little bit of enlightenment. It will be of great benefit to his future development. !"

Then, Father Yang looked at Yang Houye again: "Tell me why you quit this job!"

Yang Houye gave another salute respectfully, and explained in a calm manner; "Back to father, my son has taken another job, and there are errands every seven days, and he doesn't want to be distracted, so he resigned from the Wenchang Pavilion Transcription Department. "

"What job?" Father Yang was even angrier, and asked under pressure.

"Wan Anbo wants to start a new newspaper, and he needs people who can 'write a thousand words' to transcribe his articles. The eight academies in Beijing have contracted this job and sent it to the students to complete. Hai'er is one of the people who passed the academies' assessment and obtained the qualification to transcribe one."

"You're going to piss me off!" Father Yang pushed Mother Yang away, and picked up the bamboo stick on the ground, "An earl who came out of nowhere is playing with words, and you actually..." Father Yang's bamboo stick stopped halfway in the swing. , "You mean, Wan Amber?"

"Exactly!"

Father Yang calmed down instantly, and the bamboo stick in his hand slowly dropped. Among other things, Yang Ziting, the wife who was promoted because of "Du Shiniang", is his Little Brother.

There have been rumors in the official circles, saying that "one article shines and the willows are broken, and two poems shake the court."

"But..." Father Yang hesitated for a long time, then said, "That shouldn't be the case..."

It's just that before Father Yang finished speaking, Yang Houye seemed to sense something, and took out a jade tablet from his sleeve, and the green light was shining on the jade tablet. Yang Houye hurriedly paid another obeisance: "Father, the academy is urgently called, Wan Anbo's essay is about to start transcribing. My son will retire first, and come back to receive the punishment..."

After Yang Houye finished speaking, he rushed out of the study. Father Yang stood there in a daze, staring at the bamboo stick in his hand, and fell to the ground in resentment.

Almost at the same time, students living in various places in Zhongjing City ran out of their homes one after another and rushed to their respective academies.

...

Red Sleeve Academy.

In the Qingyun Building, there are female Confucian scholars in Yishui, Yingying Yanyan, so seductive.

The female teacher with a serious face came in, and all the Confucian scholars got up quickly, bowed and said, "See you, Master."

The female teacher nodded slightly, motioning for everyone to sit down, and then waved her long sleeves, beams of light flew out of the female teacher's sleeves, landed in front of the women, and turned into a stack of manuscripts.

"This is the first chapter of "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" written by Wan Amber and transcribed by the master of the academy. There is paper in the table, and you can start transcribing it. But I have something to say first. Before this manuscript is published, you must not make it public. Confidence. If anyone finds out, they will be severely punished. Let's start!"

The female Confucian scholars quickly picked up the manuscript and read it. To "write a thousand words", you need to make a "nasal draft" first. The so-called "abdominal draft" means to memorize the content of the article completely, and then cooperate with the calligraphy skills of "dragon and snake" with awe-inspiring righteousness to achieve rapid transcription.

For a while, Qingyun Building was quiet, only the sound of some people reading in low voices was heard.

Cheng Diefei has never seen such an article, the writing is fluent and the characters are vivid. In the opening scene, the rich Young Master in fresh clothes and angry horses fell into a killing situation in an instant. The sad thing is that we don't know who the murderer is.

When Cheng Diefei saw Lin Pingzhi rushing out of the red line of Death, holding a three-foot sword, and scolding the murderer angrily, a ball of blood surged in his heart. The Young Master who seemed pampered in the previous article actually has such a brave appearance.

She forgot to question where the government is here, and also forgot to wonder why there were no traces of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. She seemed to only see the "everyone" she usually saw.

They actually have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the ground, and they can also master power beyond ordinary people.

The swords, guns, swords and halberds that I usually think are not very elegant, unexpectedly bloomed with dazzling brilliance in the collision.

Is this the world in Wan Amber's heart?

Cheng Diefei has already mastered the ability of "one eye and ten lines", but now he reads down every word seriously. There are not many manuscripts, only a dozen pages, but every time he takes out a page, Cheng Diefei feels that his heart is missing order something.

"Who is the murderer? Manuscript, you have to hold on!"

The female master looked down from the podium, no one was using "One Eye, Thousand Lines", and they were all reciting seriously, and a burst of pleasure rose in their hearts: These little girls, when you see the broken chapters, you will be able to understand us, masters. previous state of mind.

Sure enough, when the last sentence "How could he Qingcheng faction use my Lin family's Bixie Sword Technique" appeared, the air in the entire transcribing room suddenly stagnated, and then there were voices of anger.

"It's gone? Why is it gone?"

"What about the bottom? Why is there no bottom?"

"Wan Amber, have you tried the pink fist?"

"Master, I won't copy it anymore, I'm going to find Wan Anbo!"

"Go together, go together..."

Cheng Diefei carefully closed the manuscript and picked up the brush.

"Can I read such an article every seven days from now on?"

"I'm really looking forward to it..."

...

Almost at the same time, other academies in Zhongjing.

"Fuck! This broken chapter actually forced me to say indecent words!"

"Why did you stop here! Wan Amber has bad intentions!"

"I'm even angrier than Du Shiniang!"

"If you don't let the minds of those who read be clear, Wan Anbo will be a book writer in vain!"

"Shame of the literati!"

"Second, shame on the literati!"

"Shu Qiwen laughs proudly at Rivers and Lakes, a disgrace to a scholar who breaks the rules!"

...

Wan Anbo Mansion.

"Xiao Ji, have all the articles been sent to the academy?"

"Send it."

"Keep an eye on the door today, I always feel that someone will throw a blade at our house..."