Lin Yu's excited mood gradually calmed down as the breeze blew.

From the moment Prince Maolin invited him to participate in the tea party, Lin Yu was brewing about how to use the Tianjiao of the academy to absorb a wave of majestic faith.

And the best thing he could think of was to accomplish an impossible event.

So there was the fact that he fought alone in the academy Tianjiao.

Even, let Jinyiwei secretly hype it up.

The whole city thought he was hitting a stone with an egg, and he couldn't do it, but ...... If he single-handedly trampled all the academy celestials under his feet, the shock it would bring was absolutely unprecedentedly powerful.

Even...... It will surpass the battle of Jintianfu City.

At that time, why worry about not having a great wave of faith?

The Tianjiao of the academy, all of whom have been given as a lottery, are obviously prepared.

They wrote hard.

Subsequently, the talent on the White Cloud Pagoda also became rich, and even a trace of vision was produced.

All the literati who paid attention to this battle suddenly moved slightly.

The academy Tianjiao is really powerful, this is just the beginning, it has already triggered the vision of heaven and earth, it can be predicted, next, how amazing the poems they will compose.

On the other hand, the crown prince Lin Yu has not made any movement, and it seems that he ...... Carvin ......

Murong Wan was so anxious that she stomped her feet, her hands were sore, but Lin Yu just didn't move with her pen, and the whole person was still in a daze.

"It's up to you......"

Lin Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, since he wanted to come to an earth-shattering poem, then Li Dada's poem must not be missed.

Especially the many things in the court, plus the unwillingness of many literati.

He needed such a poem to speak the hearts of the literati of Jingshi, so that the power of faith might be more refined.

"The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can be a tall building for this.

Penglai's article is built on the bones, and Xiao Xie is clear in the middle.

All of them want to fly with great joy and want to go to the blue sky to see the bright moon.

The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the glass is more worried. Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads the ......"

After Lin Yu finalized the specific poem, this poem clearly appeared in his mind.

Talent is infused into the tip of the pen, and a wisp of pure talent in the palace is also integrated into this poem.

Click!

At the moment when the poem was completed, the sky above the White Cloud Pagoda suddenly sounded muffled thunder, and dark clouds pressed the realm.

A heavy coercion emerged in everyone's hearts.

"My poems lead to such celestial phenomena?"

"Could it be that the poems of the Holy Son have reached the empowerment of talent?"

Academy Tianjiao was speechless with excitement, this celestial phenomenon was very strange, not caused by the climate, but ...... Celestial phenomena triggered by poetry.

They have all experienced it in the academy, and they are familiar with it.

The literati outside the White Cloud Pagoda, as well as the outstanding people from all walks of life, also looked moved.

This is obviously the vision of heaven and earth caused by the Tianjiao of the Academy, and the talent around the body will definitely not be able to reach it, at least it is also a poem of talent empowerment.

Among the young people, there are people who can compose such poems?

The qualifications are almost demonic......

"Your Highness, do you still write or not......? Talent empowerment, what are you going to do now?"

Murong Wan, who was studying ink, didn't see that Lin Yu had finished writing the poem and had already sealed the volume.

"Isn't this palace written? You...... As a master of the Dongcheng Heavenly List, how can he be affected by these music?"

Lin Yu had a disappointed expression.

"So fast?"

Murong Wan's face turned red, she was completely attracted by the vision caused by the academy Tianjiao just now, so she didn't pay attention to this at all.

But when I heard Lin Yu, I mentioned 'Lese' again...... She stomped her feet in anger.

"Your Highness, you actually say that they are all rubbish? Look at the brewing vision of heaven and earth......

At the group meeting, Murong Wan heard Lin Yu explain the meaning of 'Lese', and knew that Lin Yu was saying that the academy Tianjiao was rubbish.

As a proud master of Dongcheng Tianjiao, he will definitely stand up and accuse the prince, which may lose the face of the literati of the whole Beijing.

However, the vision of heaven and earth, which was originally brewing, suddenly stopped...... Apart from the convergence of dark clouds, there is no further performance.

People wondered, how can this vision be said to be terminated......? College Tianjiao chose to keep a low profile?

It's impossible......

This was the best opportunity to promote the essence of the academy to the imperial court, how could they miss it?

Moreover, if such poems are written, they will immediately shake the world, and the academy will definitely give them the best treatment.

At this moment, the Tianjiao of the academy all put away their pens one after another, and everyone's face raised a trace of arc.

"Brother Wuyang, how many prizes have you played?"

"Haha, how much can you go? The prince of Great Xia will also accompany him for a maximum of 400,000 taels of silver, but Brother Tianning, you can at least earn 600,000 taels......"

"It's nothing, for the prince of Great Xia, it's a drizzle......"

The celestial pride of the academy congratulated one after another, and their faces were full of energy, as if the ancestral tomb was smoking.

Maolin Gongzi and other peerless masters are all dead-faced, with an expression of lovelessness.

The literati in Dongcheng are also looking forward to it, and the results are about to be revealed.

"It's all done?"

Lin Yu saw that the time was almost up, and looked at these academy Tianjiao with a smile, and then said to the prince of Mao Lin on the other side: "All the color heads, you will collect them later, if it is less, don't blame the palace for being unkind......"

Gongzi Maolin was silent, glanced at the amount of lottery money registered on the paper, and said in silence for a moment: "His Royal Highness sent the money so seriously, the students admire it!"

"Is this palace so unbearable in the eyes of your young masters?"

Lin Yu was not annoyed.

Then he looked at Tianjiao of the academy and chuckled: "Holy sons of the academy, please hand over your lottery heads, and the palace will send someone to collect ......."

Burst!

"Haha, the prince really loves to laugh. ”

"It's really shameless, his poems are bland, there is no fluctuation of talent, and he actually said that he wants to accept our lottery heads?"

"Hehe, this Holy Son has never seen such a brazen person as you......"

The Tianjiao of the academy sneered, and they were amused by the words of the prince Lin Yu, and even now, they still look like this, which is extremely ridiculous......

"Hongu really regrets challenging your ......"

Lin Yu shook his head in annoyance and said, "I knew that this palace should lower the standard again, and the poems and texts empowered with talent are enough......"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Yu grabbed the sealed scroll of poems on the table and shot directly into the sky above the White Cloud Tower.

Academy Tianjiao also wanted to be sarcastic.

Whoa!

Whining~

Suddenly, the moment the scroll of poems that Lin Yu shot into the sky unfolded, the dark clouds in the nine heavens rolled again.

The wind is howling.

Click!

A bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the dark clouds and struck directly on the scroll of poetry.

Between the lightning and thunder, the scroll of poetry on the void suddenly bloomed with brilliant golden rays, and the golden italic characters, like the words of a saint, were clearly suspended above the void......

Quiescence!

Deathly silence......

Whether it was the Academy Tianjiao, Maolin Gongzi and others on the White Cloud Tower, or outside the White Cloud Tower, everyone who watched this grand event looked at this scene blankly......

"The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can be happy with high-rise buildings...... Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful ......"

Everyone is savoring this poem, especially the literati of Jingshi, and they are most touched......

Tears rained down.

A poem that expresses their sorrow and revenge...... However, in the court, there has never been a young man who has become the master.

They were unwilling, but they had no choice but to drink to kill their sorrows......

Shout!

Subsequently, the golden ancient characters that had been transformed by the talent qi all gasified and rushed to the sky, and then in the dark clouds of the Nine Heavens, a golden light pierced the sky and shone on Lin Yu on the White Cloud Tower......

Airplanes!

At this moment, everyone exploded......

(End of chapter)