Yan Qing glanced at Lin Yu in surprise, the influence of the current academy is no longer what it used to be, and the literati can't wait to sharpen their heads and squeeze in.

However, Lin Yu didn't think about it, so he shook his head and said that he didn't dare to be interested in the academy, which was simply impressive.

Seeing that Lin Yu's expression was extremely sincere, not like a fake, Yan Qing also stroked his beard with satisfaction, and said secretly: The son can be taught!

But he still couldn't help but look at Lin Yu and said, "The Holy Front Academy has obtained a volume of great talent and mental method, and it is rumored that it has reached the upper level of Xuanpin, you ...... Isn't interested. ”

Lin Yu's body trembled, and he said, "No matter how talented the academy is, the students are not interested. ”

Lin Yu couldn't help but laugh in his heart, this mental method can be compared to his 'Tao Te Ching'?

"Well, the old man is very pleased. ”

Yan Qing finally put his mind at ease, and then lowered his voice and said, "The old man has no personal disciples, have you considered it?"

"Ah......h

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, and his liver thumped, the Great Elder of the Literature Pavilion Yan Qing, that is a Wendao monk who has crossed the threshold of the Heavenly Dao, and if he can get his inheritance, he will definitely become a Wendao monk in the future.

It's just that if you want to inherit Yanqing's inheritance, you have to throw away the 'Tao Te Ching', the sage book of the previous life, and change Yanqing's talent qigong method.

Lin Yu looked the Great Elder Banquet up and down, and his mood immediately calmed down.

If you inherit Yanqing's inheritance, it is estimated that your future achievements will be similar to Yanqing, seventy or eighty, and she is still a viscount, and her life will come to an end.

But the Tao Te Ching is different, the magnificent work of Lao Tzu, the sage of the earth in the previous life, if you understand all the more than 5,000 words, the future is really beyond imagination.

"Thanks to the Elder's kindness, how can the student He De become the elder's personal disciple?" Lin Yu shook his head and said.

"With this poem you composed, with your enthusiasm, the old man feels that you are qualified to inherit the old man's inheritance......" Yan Qing Zhengse said.

But this son can't look down on your inheritance......

Of course, it was impossible for Lin Yu to say this, he didn't want to be drowned by the saliva of the literati present, so he arched his hand, and said very seriously: "Let the students consider it......"

"Okay, the old man will give you three days to think about it, and if it is outdated, it will prove that your fate with the old man's master and apprentice has not arrived. ”

Yan Qing nodded, don't be in a hurry to collect apprentices, especially a genius like Lin Yu, you have to take it step by step.

Lin Yu was a little absent-minded, he didn't have the idea of becoming Yan Qing's personal disciple, he only felt that this time it was too risky.

actually moved out the poems of the poet fairy Li Bai, and said that people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, why don't they understand it?

It seems that you should walk more leisurely in the future, so as not to be wronged if you are stabbed to death halfway.

During this time, Lin Yu read a lot of books in the Book Pavilion, and there were too many good Wendao seedlings of Tianzong Wizards, because the edge was too strong, they either disappeared or died unexpectedly, and those who could survive were now all Wendao giants.

But these people often have a strong background to protect them, and Lin Yu's biggest backstage is almost his father-in-law who is the county guard.

The key is that the background of the county guard is really nothing.

Lin Yu felt that it was better to keep a low profile, if he was unlucky, next time he would not be accepted as an apprentice by others, but would invite him to the Western Elysium.

Soon, the rain stopped, the sun shone again, and the poetry exchange conference continued again, but ...... As soon as Feng Hao's poem came out, it deserved to be the first place.

Even, the great elder of the Clerk's Pavilion, Yan Qing, stood up and directly asked Lin Yu to skip the second paragraph of the poetry recitation.

According to the past tradition, if the poem can resonate with heaven and earth, it can directly proceed to the talent link of the third paragraph.

The second paragraph of reciting poems is actually just a verification of the talent of the literati, and those who are talented will naturally have different feelings when they read the poems.

And those who can make talented vision poems have already proven their talent and heritage, so there is no need to waste time at all.

As for the martial arts in the talent section of the third stage, it will be held tomorrow, so Lin Yu can move freely next.

Bang!

But at this moment, the sound of the big bell suddenly came from the library on the mountain, and the literati who heard this sound were stunned for a moment, and then everyone was surprised.

This bell seems to be the bell of the Heavenly Book List, announcing that the literati of the whole county have poems and articles to be on the Heavenly Book List.

At the same time, on the stone steps extending from the Scholar's Pavilion on the mountain, a figure holding a golden paper scroll was rushing down.

"It's an auspicious time to release the list, hey......"

Yan Qing sighed deeply, without much joy and expectation on his face.

With Lin Yu's talented and empowered poem, he began to feel that Bai Yujie's poem was simply difficult to reach the elegant hall.

I even felt disgusted by the idea that I thought Bai Yujie's poetry was not bad before.

The person holding the poems was Mo Xun, the deacon of the Library, his face flushed with excitement, and his eyes were filled with tears of emotion.

He hasn't been down the mountain for a long time, and he thinks that the literati of Mayang County have exhausted their talents.

However, the student named Bai Yujie showed his peerless elegance, a poem with a vision of talent, through the unanimous evaluation of the elders of the Clerk's Pavilion, can be on the yellow list of heavenly books, for the literati of all counties to worship.

But......

Mo Xun saw the gaze of the literati at the foot of the mountain, but he was only surprised for a moment, and then he had a completely disinterested expression.

He wondered in his heart, thinking that everyone had taken the wrong medicine?

He's going to release the list, won't anyone see it?

"This deacon's trip is to release the list, all literati, you can come and watch the poetry and writing masterpiece of Bai Yujie, a middle school student in the county......"

Mo Xun held the scroll of poetry in his hand high, his expression was extremely solemn, and after feeling the fluctuation of talent coming from this poem, he moaned almost comfortably.

When the golden poem scroll made of special materials came into contact with the yellow list of the Heavenly Book List, a fluorescence flashed away, and then the entire poem disappeared directly into the Heavenly Book List, clearly appearing in front of everyone.

However, after the literati present saw that it was only the yellow list of the Heavenly Book List, they were even more uninterested, their faces were expressionless, and their expressions were unwavering.

After seeing the poems and texts empowered by Lin Yu's talent, they really looked down on the poems on the yellow list.

"Ladies and gentlemen, come and learn quickly, it will be of great benefit to your cultivation!"

Mo Xun's old face has a warm smile, which makes people feel like a spring breeze. However, the literati present only glanced at it from a distance and stopped paying attention.

Everyone's attention was once again focused on the poetry exchange conference.

The corners of Mo Xun's mouth twitched slightly, the crowded scene of the Heavenly Book List in the past did not appear for the first time, I am afraid this is the first time.

What the hell is going on?

As the promoter of Bai Yujie's poem, Mo Xun's heart was broken, he didn't understand why these literati were not interested in the Heavenly Book List?

"It must be a poetry exchange conference, which is in full swing, so they can't take a break for ......the time being."

Mo Xun could only comfort himself like this.

(End of chapter)