Wherever Lin Lingyun's footsteps went, the crowd naturally gave way to it.

The two held hands and walked towards the high platform of the Ink Drinking Camp.

The steps are covered with flowers, and on both sides are neatly stacked incense burners.

Wisps of green smoke emanate from the incense burner, and the smell is refreshing.

There were many onlookers who came to a wall of contemporary saints, but they all paid attention to each other quietly, and no one made any noise.

On the high platform, there are two palm-high coffee tables, on which are placed fresh melons and fruits, and there are also a lot of crystal dew drops on them.

Next to it was a small stove with a black iron kettle squatting.

The water was boiling, but it couldn't compare to the excitement of the old masters.

Lin Lingyun was not slow, and walked up the steps step by step.

When he came to the high platform, Lin Lingyun took out the puff cushion very graciously and asked Wang Yuyan to sit down.

Then he sat cross-legged on another mat.

The old masters' faces changed slightly.

Because in addition to Lin Lingyun's pad, the other one is for the monarch.

Wang Yuyan sat down like this, how about the monarch when he came?

"Mr. Ling, wait a minute, I'll send someone to move a puff mat. ”

Lin Lingyun raised his hand to stop his movements, "No need! ”

Not to mention a disciple of the Demon Subduing Sect at the first level of the Chen Period, even the Demon Subduing Sect Sect Master Wang Hui is here, and there is no place for him to sit here.

When he was in Lingyun Pavilion, weren't the three Mahayana powerhouses honest in front of him for the hole cards of the Demon Suppression Sect?

But the old masters didn't think so.

Mr. Ling gave him the feeling that he didn't take anyone in the world in his eyes, and he had a spirit that did not belong to the invincible world of scholars.

Is this the style of today's readers?

The kings of the world are all floating clouds, how can my generation be a Penghao person!

No wonder there is a grand desire to shelter the people of the world from the wind and rain.

"Since Mr. Ling said that the two are just right, then it depends on Mr. Ling's meaning!"

After finishing speaking, the old masters faced Lin Lingyun and walked backwards to the bottom of the steps.

Standing under the high platform, the old masters looked at Mr. Ling's figure and felt that it was full of light.

"Mr. Ling, I used to give Mr. three assessments in the past, which is really beyond my strength. ”

He bowed to Lin Lingyun, and then bowed to the crowd of onlookers.

"Mr. Ling's two assessments have passed, and the remaining third one can't be called an assessment, but Mr. Ling instructs us juniors. ”

I don't know how many teenagers are older than on the high platform, but no one thinks it's inappropriate.

Knowledge is not based on age, and the realm is also not based on age.

Wang Yuyan, as a master of the imperial period, is much higher than the heads of many sects.

It stands to reason that it is not an exaggeration to call her a senior sister.

It's just that because of her identity or face, she still calls her a nephew in private.

The immortals affectionately call them junior sisters.

"Mr. Ling, it is a great honor to be able to listen to your three words today. The students are listening!"

After saying that, the old masters retreated to the crowd under the high platform.

In front of them were several great Confucians sitting on the mats.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Lingyun, to see what shocking words this young man would be able to say today.

Lin Lingyun closed his eyes and didn't rush to speak.

Because he didn't know what the three words were referring to.

Originally, he thought that the first tone was singing, and the second posture was better than the standing posture.

The first two were wrong, and the last one he didn't dare to speak casually.

In front of so many people, if you say something wrong, it will be a big shame.

Suddenly, Lin Lingyun had an idea.

"The old masters are polite, the so-called Wen has no first, and Wu has no second. I don't dare to say that I must be right, nor do I dare to say that yours must be wrong, so let's just learn from each other!"

The Confucians sitting in the front row nodded secretly.

The young man is not in a hurry or impatient, and he is indeed a material that can be made.

Ordinary teenagers can be noticed by so many people, and they don't know where they have drifted for a long time, and it is impossible to have such a calm heart.

It seems that Mr. Ling's own literary literacy is not only outrageously high, but even this cultivation is not comparable to ordinary people!

"Now that Mr. Ling has spoken, the old man can only throw bricks and lead the jade. ”

"I look at myself and look at me, there are a few Oiran in ancient times. The vast people of Qianzhou are at ease, and our generation sighs in my heart. ”

The old master twisted his beard and laughed, listening to the admiration of the people around him.

The Confucians sitting in the front row frowned secretly.

What kind of mess is this?

If it's good, it's called limerick, but if it's bad, it's not even a poem.

It's just forced to rhyme.

Could it be that all the literati in our Qianguo are at this level?

"When I look at the flowers, the flowers are free, and the water flows. When the flowers bloom, they rise and fall, attracting bees and butterflies. The broken branches still need to be as strong as iron, how many reincarnations will spring go to autumn?"

The old master is another song.

The artistic conception of this song is much better than just now, and the Confucians in front of them stretched their brows.

"Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll up. Listen to the wind and rain, and be born in the rain. The admiration of life, the sorrow of death. ”

The three poems made by the old master have flower names.

Although there is a lot of hypocrisy, it is barely the entry standard of three words.

After finishing reading, the old master bent down at Mr. Ling on the high platform.

"Mr. Ling, what the old man has done is really difficult to get into the hall of elegance. Please also ask Mr. Ling for some advice. ”

With his beginning, Lin Lingyun understood the meaning of the three words.

With the same thing as the theme, it is composed in three kinds of poems, lyrics and songs, and gradually expresses what you think.

On the surface, it is not difficult to say three words, but in fact, a person needs to have a deep cultural literacy.

This requires not only a person to have a high level of attainment in poetry and music, but also to have a reading insight into the things that are described.

It's just that the old master is so old, is he still a flower lover?

This flower is not the other flower.

"Can the old-timers offer three words to guide the boy?"

The Confucians in the front row stood up with the support of the entourage beside them, and bowed slightly to the young man on the high platform.

With that sentence, the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement. Mr. Ling deserves their gift.

"Mr. Ling is too polite! Lao Ru is now studying as a student, and he doesn't dare to speak in front of Mr. Ling. ”

The other Confucians also nodded and agreed.

If nothing else, just for the sake of Mr. Ling's cheerful attitude of sheltering the poor people in the world three days ago, they can't show off in front of Mr. Ling.

It would be hypocritical to excuse again.

What's more important is that Lin Lingyun already knows what Sanyan refers to.

"Yu Yan, it'll be the same as before for a while, you look at the shape of my mouth and help me repeat it. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Lingyun was speechless.

But he had no choice but to recite his poems through Wang Yuyan's mouth.

Only in this way can we attract auspiciousness and convince the students of Qianguo.

In the mundane world, Lin Lingyun is by no means the first, but he is definitely the first.

Other immortal cultivators in the mortal world are nothing more than showing off their greatness and mana, but Lin Lingyun just did the opposite.

In the mundane world, you must make a name for yourself by the rules of the mundane world.

Although fame was of little use to him.

Because afterwards, he would leave the Qianguo country and go to the territory of the Demon Sect.

Where the heart goes, where the body is.

Follow one's heart.

This is the state of mind of the ascended powerhouse, and it is also the realm that Lin Lingyun is now imitating.