"Talented?"

When Lin Yu heard the words of the old man of the Caiqi Pavilion, his expression was also slightly stunned.

As for the talent, he also learned from the maid Little Peach. It is a scribe who is talented and detached from the body, condenses his talent in the tip of the pen, and writes very talented poems, so that he can attract the resonance of heaven and earth talent and poetry, so as to realize a series of visions such as talent around the body and talent empowerment.

Generally speaking, if a poem can trigger a vision, it means that it is a high-quality poem, and it can even be used as a book of the mind.

Other literati can gain some insights from the poems that induce the vision of talent, and they can also gather their talents in themselves through silent recitation.

It's just that this kind of poetry is very rare, and often only talented monks of literature and Taoism can compose such a vision poem by chance.

It's hard to find.

"I haven't enlightened yet, I can't be considered a scholar, let alone a talented scribe, how can there be a vision of talent around the body?"

Lin Yu couldn't help but be confused, the poem he read just now was from the Northern Song Dynasty Yanshu's word 'Huanxi Sha', which was not written by him at all.

Moreover, he is not even a literati now, let alone a talented person.

"I thought he was an unenlightened nerd, but I didn't expect it to be a Wendao wizard, a Wendao genius!"

The old man in the Talent Pavilion, after his talent dissipated, also circled around Lin Yu, and while looking at it, he was constantly amazed in his mouth.

There was a scorching heat in those eyes.

"Boy, the old man is surprised to see your bones, you are a good seedling of literature and Taoism, why don't you worship me as a teacher and teach you all kinds of mental methods, and you only need to give the poem just now to me as a gift of apprenticeship, how about it?"

The old man rubbed his hands, he couldn't wait, if the poem just now was written for him, it would be a talented poem.

And he can also continue to stay in the Fang family, enjoy the generous treatment, and at the same time, he can continue to use the resources of the Fang family to move towards the realm of Wendao monks.

However, a talented poem is of extraordinary value, and many talented monks may only have that one in their lifetime.

When Lin Yu saw the bright light in the old man's eyes, he understood that the 'Huanxi Sha' he had just recited had a fatal temptation for the old man.

He also heard just now that if the old man can't write talented poems today, he will have to break away from the Fang family, and lose the resource support of the first clan in Wuling County, and the old man's life will come to an end.

Although Lin Yu had only been in the Fang family for half a month, he also knew some of the deeds of these big clans, and there were many scribes like the old man.

But if Keqing wants to stay in the Fang family for a long time, he has to make corresponding contributions, and the article is one of the requirements.

Lin Yu thought about it, and his thoughts also turned in his mind, and after half a ring, he looked at the old man and said, "Since I can write talented poems, why should I worship you as a teacher......?

"I'm not afraid to tell you, the old man is Lu Yong, the guest secretary of the Fang family's inner courtyard, you worship me as a teacher, even if you have a backer in the Fang family, if the old man guesses correctly, you are Lin Yu, the son-in-law of the Fang family. ”

The old man stared at Lin Yu, and the corners of his mouth also raised a trace of arc, and Lin Yu was the only one in the entire Fang family.

In his opinion, with Lin Yu's current status and status in the Fang family, there was no reason to reject him.

The scribes and below are all ants, if Lin Yu has a scribe from the inner courtyard as a teacher, even if he is a waste, he can raise his head and be a man.

"It's true that I'm the Fang family's son-in-law, but what does this have to do with you?" Lin Yu said with a dark face.

"Huh?"

Seeing that Lin Yu actually rejected his proposal, Lu Yong was also slightly surprised, and said in a low voice: "Many children of the Fang family begged me to accept apprentices, but I didn't agree, don't you know what the scribe Keqing represents?"

"To be able to be a guest in a large clan, at least a talented scribe, don't you want to tell me this? ”

Lin Yu rolled his eyes, not afraid of this Lu Yong's threat.

No matter how inferior he is, he is also the husband of Fang Qingxue, the descendant of the Fang family, what can Lu Yong do with him?

Moreover, Lin Yu faintly felt that he seemed to have found a great opportunity.

There is no Li Bai in this Sacred Literature Continent;

There is no Du Fu.

There is no Su Shi.

There is no Bai Juyi, there is no Li Qingzhao...... There are no poems that shine on the earth.

Just with Yan Shu's poem just now, he can trigger a vision of talent and energy, if he takes out one or two out-of-print poems at random, wouldn't it lead to a more powerful vision?

Since poetry can attract the talent of the holy world, Lin Yu sees endless hope.

However, the only regret is that I seem to have almost forgotten all those poems, and I can remember the complete poems, not many.

"Since you know that the old man is talented, then you should also know that if I go further, I will be a Wendao monk, a Wendao monk's master, you don't have the slightest heart?" Lu Yong said with a slight frown.

Lin Yu looked at Lu Yong and chuckled, "Heartbeat, but what's the use of this, can you help me open my mind and help me become a scribe?"

"This ......"

Lin Yu's words also made Lu Yong not know how to answer, and he suddenly choked.

Ordinary people's enlightenment is all based on personal qualifications, which cannot be helped by any external force, even if it is a Wendao monk, they dare not pack a ticket.

Moreover, to become a talented scribe, this also requires the efforts of the literati themselves.

At this moment, Lin Yu couldn't wait to go back and study what kind of miracles the earth's poetry could bring in the holy world.

Immediately, Lin Yu said to the old man: "Since you can't, then you can slowly find inspiration by yourself, and the younger generation will take the first step." ”

As he spoke, Lin Yu ran away like the wind and left the Caiqi Pavilion directly.

As for Yan Shu's poem 'Huanxi Sha', how could it be given away? After all, it is also a talented poem, and it is of great value.

"Angry old man, good boy, where can you run to the Fang family?" wait...... What did that kid's poem seem to come from just now? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and it seemed familiar...... Yan is back, huh? Yes, yes. ”

Lu Yong nodded again and again, there was a flash of light in his eyes, and then his expression changed slightly, and he muttered in a low voice: "Talent is full of energy, amazing, if he can open his mind one day, he will definitely be amazing...... It's a pity ......."

......

Lin Yu ran out of the Talent Pavilion as if he was running away, which made the children outside the Pavilion scream, and his quick departure without stopping also made everyone slightly stunned.

"Is this a rush to reincarnate? How long has it been since it came out? It seems that it is impossible to open the mind, I really don't know why the sixth master let this idiot marry Fang Qingxue. ”

"Fang Qingxue was born with a stubborn disease, and she was hung by medicinal materials, the sixth master is such an only daughter, how can she stay behind, and as long as she is a literati, who will choose to join the army? ”

"I see, but the two of them are really a perfect match, nerd dispensing jars, haha......"

Looking at the back of Lin Yu leaving in a hurry, all the children of the Fang family also shook their folding fans and chuckled, and the disdain in their eyes became more and more intense.