Lin Yu is a literati, can write poems, sing war songs, and is a romantic gentleman, who is simply a perfect representative of literati.

But he has the experience of slashing bandits and suppressing bandits Xie Mengde, and he is also a ruthless man in the eyes of the Black Armor Army.

As for the means of making money, in addition to obediently writing books and publishing books, he also beat the ideas of several major booksellers in Wuling County, and also cheated the silver of Cao Bai and others.

These things add up, Lin Yu and Sven people can't fight each other, and even have a bit of the temperament of a traitor.

But no matter what, in the final analysis, Lin Yu is still an authentic Daxia literati, a beautiful young man who is striving to become a Wendao monk.

"Where is Lin Yu?"

At the foot of the Wenge Mountain, the Great Elder Yan Qing shouted twice in a row, and none of the literati present answered.

At this moment, Great Elder Yan Qing's expression was gloomy and dripping with water.

"Lin Yu abstained, the leader of this poetry exchange conference is my An Zilin, a martial artist from Chonglin County. ”

"That's right, martial artists are mighty!"

Many literati in the audience opened their voices and shouted. Of the twelve students who passed the first level, four fell in the second.

The reason is that these four students who wrote good poems were copied poems, and they were directly dropped by 'Path' in the poetry recitation link, and under the anger of Elder Yan, all four of them were imprisoned.

And in today's martial arts session, only An Zilin, a martial artist from Chonglin County, successfully survived to the end.

An Zilin is indeed a popular candidate to win the championship, he was born in a martial arts family, not only has a talent for literature, but also has extremely outstanding martial arts skills.

The title of martial artist is also well deserved.

The people in the audience saw An Zilin's wonderful fight, and their eyes burst out with a clear light.

Literati who have never practiced martial arts can only stick left hooks, right hooks, flirt with yin legs, monkeys steal peaches, and are fascinated by An Zilin's real martial arts.

"Lin Yu, this bastard boy, don't you know that absence is a very serious consequence?"

Elder Yan glanced at the sky, his expression became more and more anxious, if he hadn't tried his best to delay, maybe the champion of this poetry exchange conference would have been awarded to An Zilin, a martial artist from Chonglin County.

An Zilin, a talented martial artist, is handsome, his face is like a knife, and his long-term martial arts practice has made his figure extremely strong.

Standing on the stage, there is a chilling momentum.

"Elder Yan, it's been a short time, Lin Yu didn't come, obviously he was afraid of the strength of his son, and he didn't dare to come to the stage. ”

An Zilin arched his hand towards the Great Elder of the Banquet, and his eyes were very unconvinced.

The eccentricity is biased towards the banquet, which is also a wonderful flower at the poetry exchange conference, and sure enough, the temporary abbot is quite unreliable.

"Regardless of whether Lin Yu is cowardly or not, before the end of the hour, Elder Ben has no right to decide!"

Elder Yan glanced at An Zilin indifferently.

"Do you want students to wait?"

An Zilin frowned, and the literati who were also in Chonglin County with him shouted again.

Some of them even greeted the women of the Elder Yanqing's family in the confusion.

The hearts of a group of people were pounding, and the feeling of scolding the elders of the Clerk's Pavilion was simply amazing.

However, this great feeling did not last long, and the officials of the yamen who maintained order in the audience were not jealous, and they divided five by two, and dragged away these literati who insulted the women of the banquet elder's family without leaking.

The eyes and ears of these officials in the yamen are very sharp.

"This Lin Yu really lost the face of a literati, the poems and essays are good, but the courage is lacking, such a person is not qualified to enter the academy. ”

The disciples of the academy said indifferently, but they were impressed by An Zilin on the stage, and they had already put An Zilin on the list of academy disciples.

Martial talents, if they can step into the realm of Wendao monks in the future and cultivate their talents, they will get twice the result with half the effort.

"Who said that Ben Gongzi was cowardly?"

Just when the patience of the literati was about to be worn out, a hearty voice also resounded at the foot of the Wenge Mountain.

Da~Da~

A horse carried Lin Yu galloping, the pale blue figure looked elegant, and many talented women who admired Lin Yu's poetry and writing had green eyes and their livers thumping.

Ru Yan, a disciple of the academy, also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, even she didn't know that a certain position in her heart had already imprinted Lin Yu's traces.

"If it's a moment late, you'll be completely disqualified, what are you doing when you come so late?"

Elder Yan glanced at Lin Yu reproachfully, but fortunately, Lin Yu arrived in time, and the hanging heart could finally be put down.

In any case, in the life resume, being branded with the mark of absence from the poetry exchange conference has a great impact on various assessments in the future.

"Helping the grandmother cross the road delayed a lot of time......"

Lin Yu smiled embarrassedly, he couldn't say that he had a spring dream, and he was reluctant to wake up......

"This ......"

The literati present, including Elder Yan and a group of officials, all looked at Lin Yu with strange expressions.

Help grandma cross the street?

At this critical time, do you still have the heart to help the grandmother cross the road? What kind of grandmother needs to help for so long?

"Lin Yu, my generation of scholars, you have to read allusions, understand things, know honor and disgrace, the so-called old and old, young and young, you are doing very well today......"

The Great Elder of the Literature Pavilion Banquet was full of energy, and there was an unconcealed appreciation in his eyes.

Respecting the old and loving the young has been a traditional virtue since ancient times, but many literati have abandoned these precious things on the way to pursue literature and Taoism.

When Elder Yan learned that Lin Yu was late because he was helping his grandmother cross the street, not only did he not blame, but he did not hesitate to praise him.

"The elder praised ......"

No matter how thick-skinned Lin Yu was, he was praised by Elder Yan for the excuse he found casually, and he couldn't help blushing and panicking at this moment.

But this scene, in Yan Qing's view, was Lin Yu's modest performance, and the appreciation in his eyes was a little stronger.

An Zilin, a martial artist on the stage, felt very uncomfortable, he had waited on the stage for so long, but the person who was late was praised by the elders of the Clerk's Pavilion.

An Zilin looked at Lin Yu's gaze and began to become very unfriendly, and he had already listed Lin Yu's fate as a serious injury.

The other students who were beaten by him were just broken bones and some blood, but Lin Yu's parents who had to be beaten by him didn't know them.

"Lin Dacaizi, this son has been waiting for you for a long time, I heard that you are the temporary military attache of Wuling County, presumably the martial arts are amazing, I hereby want to ask you for a ...... or two"

An Zilin hugged his fists, a cold light crossed the depths of his eyes, and he had already thought about how to ravage Lin Yu fiercely.

"Oh?"

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, jumped slightly, and landed on the stage like a feather.

Landing silently.

This scene made the literati present widen their eyes, and An Zilin, who is a martial arts family, couldn't help but be stunned.

The body is as light as a swallow, this is a realm of martial arts, and it requires superb control over one's own talent to be able to do it.

(End of chapter)