When he heard this, Su Changzhou had already determined that this Su Zi was talking about himself.

He didn't expect that he was just coming to this Shengwen Dynasty to experience at that time, and after casually pretending to be a few coercions, he would become the Holy Master of this Dynasty?

That's.

At that time, he felt that the level of education in this world was relatively low, but he didn't expect that there would be such a big gap from his previous life.

He just casually quoted some poems from his previous life, and then casually said some reform policies in the emperor, and then he ran away.

Although the emperor at that time planned to cultivate him as the prime minister, his heart was dedicated to martial arts, so naturally he did not end the emperor's invitation.

Just when Su Changzhou was in a quandary, Mr. Storyteller continued to speak.

"Then some literati began to question the impossibility that Su Zi, a person who had not read a book, could write such poems, and suspected that he had plagiarized."

"However, Su Zi didn't pay attention to these people, but just wrote a few peerless poems, and directly told these literati to shut up obediently."

"For details, you can check Su Zichuan, and you can basically find it, because there are a lot of them, I won't talk about it here."

"But I like one of Suzi's "Wangyue" very much."

"It's going to be overwhelming..."

"See the mountains at a glance!"

"Only a person like Su Zi can say such a heroic poem."

The storyteller slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat.

"Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

"Domineering and heroic enough!"

Yun Yiyi and the onlookers couldn't help but clapped their hands in admiration.

Yun Yiyi even felt that this author was almost the same as his master, and he was so arrogant and domineering.

"The person who was expected to return to the champion at that time was not Su Zi."

"It's the son of the prime minister at the time, Fan Zhongcheng."

"However, Su Zi still faced everyone's eyes, and finally became the champion at that time."

"After Su Zi became the champion, he had a long talk with the previous emperor Wen Taizong all night."

"And the reason why our Shengwen Dynasty can be so rich and powerful is also because of Su Zi's six-character mantra."

"Do the magistrates know which six-character mantra it is?"

Mr. Storyteller smiled as he looked at the nearby onlookers.

"Tariff-free, except for the field!"

An audience member who was more familiar with Su Zi's deeds hurriedly said.

"Exactly."

"It is precisely because the Shengwen Dynasty follows the direction guided by Su Zi that the Shengwen Dynasty can become one of the rich and powerful countries in Jiangzhou."

The storyteller nodded and said.

"It's not too early."

"If you want to know what happens next, please see the next breakdown."

The storyteller saw that it was getting late, then smiled and prepared to close the stall.

Some of the audience also began to take out a few copper coins and put them on the storyteller's table.

"Thank you, uncle."

"Thank you, uncle."

The storyteller arched and said.

"Sir, I don't know who hyped up this Suzi deed?"

Su Changzhou pressed his own lisa and walked up to the storyteller and asked.

He remembered that it was relatively low-key at that time, and even if it was circulated, it would not be known to everyone.

At most, it will only circulate in some literati circles, and even these deeds will be completely suppressed.

After all, he had lost the face of countless celebrities and families of the Shengwen Dynasty at that time, and even the prime minister at that time was scolded by him.

Normally, after he left, these guys should immediately find a way to suppress these deeds, why did they spread so widely, even these ordinary people knew about it.

"Propaganda?"

"Su Zi's deeds are something that everyone in our Shengwen Dynasty should know, how can this be called propaganda?"

The storyteller glanced at the mysterious man and shook his head.

Su Changzhou slowly took out a few grains of silver and put them in the hands of the storyteller.

"Who made you tell the story of Suzi every day?"

Su Changzhou continued to ask.

Touching the silver that was a little heavy in his hand, Mr. Storyteller couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Such a bold listener is still very rare.

"It's not like somebody told us to say that."

"It's just a rule from Suzi Academy."

The storyteller replied truthfully.

Su Changzhou frowned slightly: "Suzi Academy? What is this place? ”

"My lord, you are not a local at first glance, you don't even know about Suzi Academy."

"Suzi Academy is an academy founded by Su Zi's scholar, and this is the highest institution in the Shengwen Dynasty."

The storyteller said with a yearning look in his eyes.

If you can be admitted to Suzi Academy, it is a simple matter to be an official or a celebrity.

Scholar?

Su Changzhou couldn't help but think of a child pecked by pink carved jade.

He continued, "Then where is this Sacred Letters Academy?" ”

Now he had a faint feeling that the culprit was this Suzi Academy.

"It's not very far, just go straight from this road and turn left."

"See the statue a few meters high, you walk to the statue and you arrive."

The storyteller said, pointing to the statue in the distance.

"Master, this Suzi looks a bit like you..."

Although this statue is quite far away, Yun Yiyi, as an immortal cultivator in the Jindan Realm, still has very good eyesight.

At a glance, she found that the statue was at least eighty percent similar to her master, but it was a little more immature than her master.

Su Changzhou looked at the statue and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Good guy, he actually became the holy master of this country, and he even got a statue out, which really looks up to himself.

"Gone."

After Su Changzhou finished speaking to his apprentice, he walked slowly towards this Suzi Academy.

"Master, is this Suzi you?"

Yun Yiyi asked a little suspiciously as she followed her master.

After all, the only person who can write this kind of domineering poetry that has been passed down through the ages should be his own master.

"Hmm."

Su Changzhou did not deny it, and replied succinctly.

Anyway, sooner or later, this matter will be known to his apprentice, so there is nothing to hide.

"Master, it's amazing."

"I didn't expect your poetry to be so powerful."

"I'm afraid this is more powerful than those poor scholars in the Hundred Academies."

Yun Yiyi looked at his master adoringly and said.

The Hundred Academies are the most powerful force in Qingzhou, north of Jiangzhou, and their strength is not much worse than that of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and most of the literary cultivators who have entered the Tao with literature have come out of these hundred academies.

But there are so many poems circulating in the Penglai world, and she really can't find a few poems that can be compared to the poems written by her master.

She even suspected that even if the master entered the Tao with Wen, he could easily reach the level of a Wen Immortal.

"There are more people who are better than teachers."

"Our monks should keep a low profile."

Su Changzhou admonished his apprentice.