In the evening, the sun is slightly drunk.

The bell of the Inscription Pavilion, which rang on time, reverberated throughout the seminary.

Finally got out of school.

On campus, there was a sudden boil.

Students from all classes rushed out of the classroom, forming a stream of people and heading out of the school.

Yang Ye was in a happy mood, followed behind the crowd, and slowly came to the school gate.

It was a complete surprise to be able to break through to the realm of scribes today, he didn't have much hope, he just wanted to try the difference in music in his previous life.

Unexpectedly, this is the result.

He became a scribe in one fell swoop, and also allowed Mr. Tang Fan to break through the bottleneck.

From this point of view, the culture of the world in his memory is definitely a rare treasure here, and it is very useful to him.

However, condensing the literary atmosphere is not just about being able to create a good work, but it is necessary to let the work be recognized by everyone and circulate it, so as to draw more literary cultivation from it.

Just like faith, the more people who worship, the greater the power that can be drawn.

In the same way, the more the work is appreciated by others and the more widely circulated, the purer the literary atmosphere of the work, and the more literary atmosphere the person who created the work will get.

If you want to stay at home and write poems and essays every day to condense the literary atmosphere, although the effect is there, but it is very slow.

Any good work generally needs to be recognized.

The more people who recognize, or the higher the cultivation status of the people who recognize, then the more successful the work will be.

If the emperor of the Xia Kingdom is asked to approve a work, then the value of this work and the literary atmosphere contained in it are absolutely jaw-dropping.

So today, Yang Ye chose to play a tune in class to condense the literary atmosphere.

Tang Fan is a literary teacher, and there are so many students, they are all deeply impressed by the song "White Moonlight", so Yang Ye easily broke through to the realm of scribes.

Of course, there are exceptions.

It is said that some works are gifted and supernatural, and as soon as they come out, they are unparalleled in style, and the world is out of phase, which is extremely amazing.

However, this possibility is very small, especially in this culturally barren region, which is completely negligible.

"In the final analysis, today's breakthrough is thanks to Teacher Tang, if her cultivation is not high, or if she doesn't understand this song, then I definitely can't become a scribe so easily today. ”

Yang Ye stopped at the gate of the academy, thinking about Tang Fanfan's kind smile, and suddenly felt like a spring breeze.

"The teachers in this world all look good. ”

He touched the palm of his hand and said secretly in his heart.

The jade flute given to him by Tang Fan Fan has now been integrated into the palm of his hand, and as long as he becomes a scribe, he will be able to hide the magic weapon in his body through his literary qi.

Of course, the premise is that the artifact has been recognized.

"Brother Sayo. ”

Not long after, a girl wearing a floral dress with bright eyes and bright teeth ran out of the academy, and her face was full of joy when she saw Yang Ye.

This girl is naturally Cai Xiaoyan.

Cai Xiaoyan came to Yang Ye's face, looked at him carefully with clear eyes, and said with a smile: "Brother Xiaoye, don't you have any good news to tell me?"

"Good news?" Yang Ye was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then remembered that the matter of his condensation of literary qi seemed to have spread throughout the entire campus, but the news that he had just become a scribe had not yet spread.

"Huh...... What's this, you'll succeed sooner or later, I'm just a small step early. Yang Ye said with a smile, his face full of disapproval.

"Hmph, you're the first person in our first grade to understand the temperament, but you're so majestic, you even said it's nothing, Brother Xiaoye, you're deliberately laughing at me. ”

Cai Xiaoyan glanced at him, pouted, and said enviously.

Yang Ye smiled and said, "Why am I laughing at you, isn't our Xiaoyan also about to understand the literary tone?"

"You still say!" Cai Xiaoyan heard this, her cheeks were slightly red, and she said shyly: "You have already understood the tone of culture tomorrow morning, and you even embarrassed me, you did it on purpose." ”

"Hehe, okay, okay, it's my mistake, in fact, I ...... in the afternoon"

Yang Ye habitually touched her head, with a doting smile on her face, and was just about to tell her about becoming a scribe, when she suddenly saw a tall girl in a strong suit running over.

The girl's name is Wu Xueyao, she is good-looking, she is a student of Xiuwu Academy, she usually has a good relationship with Wang Yiwen, and Yang Ye has met her a few times.

At this time, seeing her in a hurry, she looked over and walked over quickly.

Yang Ye stopped talking and looked at her a little strangely.

"Xiao Yan, Yang Ye, I'll send you home, Yiwen sprained his foot while practicing at school, and he is being treated, so he can't come. ”

Wu Xueyao came to the side of the two and said cleanly.

"Ah, Yiwen is injured?" Cai Xiaoyan was a little panicked when she heard this, looked at Yang Ye, and said, "Brother Xiaoye, let's go and have a look." ”

Wu Xueyao frowned and said, "Our academy won't let you in, she's fine, it's just a little injured." Let's go, I have things to do when I send you home. ”

"But ......" Cai Xiaoyan was still hesitating, but she saw Wu Xueyao's face showing an impatient look, and said, "Don't be verbose, let's go quickly, I said that I still have things, don't delay my time." ”

Cai Xiaoyan lowered her head and said "oh", but she didn't move her steps immediately.

"This, if you have something urgent, you can go first, we don't need you to send it. ”

Looking at her attitude towards Cai Xiaoyan, Yang Ye was a little angry, glanced at her lightly, and stood still.

Wu Xueyao's face sank, glanced at him, and said, "Yang Ye, right, Yiwen specially explained to me, let me give it to you, if it's just Xiaoyan, I definitely don't have to send it, at least others won't bully her." ”

The tone was flat, but there was a hint of sarcasm.

Yang Ye's eyes narrowed, and a wave of anger suddenly rose in his chest, but he also knew that what the girl said was the truth, and people were also here to help him, so he had no reason to be angry.

But the feeling of being looked down upon is really uncomfortable, and she is still a girl.

"It's okay, I'm used to being bullied, don't worry about you. Yang Ye said calmly.

"Hmph, I didn't say I was worried, it's just that Yiwen told me a thousand things, I can't refuse, do you think I want to come?" Wu Xueyao sneered, a little helpless.

"Okay, okay, count me wrong, I'll take back what I just said, apologize to you, you can go with me quickly. Seeing that the two of them were too lazy to pay attention to herself, she was anxious, so she had to be patient.

"No, you're not wrong, but we really don't need someone to send it, you can go back yourself. Yang Ye waved his hand, ignored her, and left directly.

Cai Xiaoyan glanced at Wu Yao apologetically and hurriedly followed.

"Stinky boy!"

Wu Xueyao glanced at Yang Ye hatefully, but still followed quickly.

Yang Ye suddenly stopped, looked at her with a hint of mockery in his eyes, and said, "This classmate, I said it very clearly, I don't need you to follow, didn't you hear?

"You ......" When Wu Xueyao heard this, she looked at him with wide eyes, a little stammered, this kid is too narcissistic.

"Okay, don't follow us, I can tell you for sure, I won't like you, you're going to die of that heart. Yang Ye looked disdainful, glanced at her, and left with Cai Xiaoyan.

Wu Xueyao stayed where she was in a daze, and she had the urge to catch up and kick him to death.

Looking at the backs of the two of them gradually moving away, she stomped her feet, gritted her teeth and said, "Stinky and shameless Yang boy, you just wait to be beaten into a pig's head!"

Standing where she was and thinking for a moment, she still felt a little relieved, if she went back now, how could she communicate with Yiwen.

"Forget it, that stinky boy is often bullied, and his grades can't go up, it's pitiful, I'll be merciful, pity him, don't see him in general, hey......"

Wu Xueyao sighed, and a scene of Yang Ye's blue nose and swollen face appeared in front of her, sitting pitifully in the corner crying, she didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly followed.

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