Looking at Lin Chong at this time, the four lines of poetry were completed in one go, and the aura exploded in the body.

The chaotic cloud in his mind contracted rapidly, and he was frantically absorbing the demonic aura that emanated from those students and permeated the academy.

Fortunately, when the chaotic clouds absorbed the demonic qi, only Lin Chong himself could find it, silently, and others could not see it.

Suddenly, a force rushed out from the chaotic clouds, gathered in Lin Chong's eyebrows, and then merged into the blood and meridians, the feeling was very comfortable, and the body had a sense of transparency.

Lin Chong was stunned.

Unexpectedly, I wrote a poem desperately, and unexpectedly took my physical strength one step further.

In addition to the improvement of the degree of resonance with the aura, the martial arts have also improved.

I have to say that this is a windfall.

At this moment, Lin Chong sat quietly on the stool, feeling the difference after the advancement, he should have officially stepped into the seventh grade, and he was advancing at the same time in civil and military affairs.

Lin Chong didn't notice that a pair of eyes in front of the main hall of the Academy of Literature were looking at him viciously, without concealing it at all.

Wang Zhongzhong's jealousy gradually rose, he knew that there was no way to take Lin Chong today, and he knew that it would be more than worth the loss to trouble Lin Chong at this time.

At the same time, the scholars of the Academy of Arts were not so calm, and their hearts were surging.

"Three Shocks...... "The student who said at the beginning that he wanted to protect Lin Chong didn't know what to say.

"Three earthquake battle poems, one poem has saved hundreds of students, this poem will be spread, it will definitely alarm the entire Zhuozhou!"

Another scholar also said, looking at Lin Chong's eyes full of joy.

"This student has passed the government examination and is the talent of the Zhuozhou Academy of Literature. ”

"Tomorrow, the Yucheng liberal arts will be carried out as usual, and the old man is optimistic that this son has the strength to compete for the head of the government test, and you are good to take care of it. ”

At this time, the voice of the superintendent surnamed Zhuozhou Liu came from the sky again.

"Scholars of Literature!"

When the scholars heard this, they were surprised again.

Of course, Wang Zhongzhong was naturally an exception, and he had the urge to vomit blood.

The talent of the Academy of Literature is to enter the local Academy of Literature, and there is a special person to teach, which is to cultivate talents for each Academy of Literature.

In other words, the student who won this title has already broken away from a country, but has entered the sight of the Tianyuan Continent Academy of Literature.

Ordinary Xiucai is the fundamental strength of a country, but the Xiucai of the Academy of Literature is the real inheritor of the Academy of Literature, and the meaning is completely different.

"The population of the Tianyuan Continent is innumerable, and it will take ten years to produce a literary academy to show talents! My Yucheng Literary Academy is going to produce great talents!"

At this moment, a scholar suddenly said to Wang Zhongzhong: "Lord Prefect, although this student has been designated as a talent of the Academy of Literature by the State Academy of Literature, but he has made such a great contribution, should we also express it in Yucheng." ”

Without waiting for Wang Zhongzhong to respond, another scholar also hurriedly said: "Three earthquake battle poems, and it is a talent of the Academy of Literature, this situation has not occurred in the entire Qingguo for more than ten or twenty years, Your Majesty is estimated to have known about this matter, and I believe that the holy decree will be issued soon, and there may be a lot of rewards for this student and Yucheng." Congratulations to the prefect Wang, this is all your meritorious education. ”

When Wang Zhongzhong heard this, he couldn't see any expression on his face, nor did he speak, but glanced at Lin Chong.

These scholars are right, it is indeed a great thing that Yucheng can produce a literary academy show, and speaking of which, Lin Chong is still his own nephew.

It's a pity that he and his father have been incompatible more than 20 years ago, and they are destined to be the result of life and death.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhongzhong said: "Collect the papers, the exam will continue tomorrow, fortunately, the exam is basically over when this incident happened today, and it will not have much impact on the students." ”

Wang Zhongzhong's indifference made the scholars stop talking, and finally didn't say anything, after all, he was the parent official of Yucheng, he didn't express his position, and these scholars couldn't make their own decisions, and when they had the opportunity, they would be rewarded in the name of the Yucheng Academy of Literature.

The people of the Academy of Literature will not easily interfere in the affairs of the imperial courts of various countries, and even if there is anything, they will be afraid of the reaction of the government.

Lin Chong returned to his desk, sorted out the exam papers, glanced at the empty tables around him and shook his head.

This is fate, those students who were taken away by the Black Armor Army don't know if they can still take tomorrow's exam, or if they can come back.

After handing in the papers, Lin Chong thanked the scholars and officials for their congratulations, and walked all the way to the gate of the Academy of Literature, without squinting or talking to anyone.

This attitude made some other students dissatisfied and muttered quietly.

"Isn't it just that I became a talent in the Academy of Literature, but I didn't expect to be an arrogant person!"

"Yes, there is no original light in the war poem just now, I don't know where he copied it from. ”

When Lin Chong heard this, he held back his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

How did these students know that this poem [Proud Nine Heavens] was not written at all, how could it trigger this wonder of aura descending from heaven that is unique to the Tianyuan Continent and will be triggered as long as it is an original poem and article.

Of course, whether it is original or not, those scholars who have studied poetry and books can naturally see it, which is why they are so excited.

Out of the Academy, Lin Chong unexpectedly saw Li Hu standing at the bottom of the steps waiting for him, Lin Chong hurriedly quickened his pace and walked down.

At this time, Li Hu also saw him, and said loudly: "A good disciple of the teacher, it really didn't disappoint me." ”

Li Hu was very happy, took the initiative to take a step forward, patted Lin Chong's shoulders with his hand, and said: "Let's not talk about today's poem of three shocks, one day we saw the Black Armor Army outside the Jade City, do you have the complete two lines of the poem? ”

"This ......" Lin Chong saw Li Hu asking for a poem, and then remembered that he had read two lines of poetry that day, but the problem was that he really only had those two sentences and did not finish it.

"Master, didn't you say that it would take three days to come back, why did you come back so soon?" Lin Chong called Master Li Hu under the guise that he was really reluctant to make poems easily, after all, he didn't know more poems than he could, and he used one less poem.

Lin Chong is still self-aware, although he now has the ability to never forget, but his literary literacy is not something that can be acquired in a day or two, and he has to take his time.

"What, don't you want to?" Li Hu was a little angry when he saw Lin Chong's hesitant appearance.

At this time, a town demon guard behind him hurriedly said to Lin Chong: "Brother Lin, do you know that when the demon clan appeared in the Academy, we got the news from the brothers who guarded the city, Lord Qianhu was worried about you, so he rushed back with us directly, you must know that we are outside the city and the demon ......."

"Alright, don't say it. It's not forced. ”

Li Hu waved his hand and didn't let the town demon guard go any further.

Seeing this, Lin Chong felt that he was stingy, so he said: "Master, I actually felt those two lines of poetry, and I didn't finish it, I will write it down for you when the imperial examination is over." ”