These words came from Zhu Qianzhi's mouth, his face was expressionless, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

His tone was as if he were stating the facts, and he didn't mean anything to anyone.

Some people sell poetry, then some people buy poetry.

The person who buys poetry is self-evident.

His eyes were once again focused on Li Mengsheng's body, but it was no longer the initial contempt, nor the shock just now, but naked disgust and contempt.

Instead of believing that the prince of Kitahara, who is idle all day long and has never studied well, can make a peerless masterpiece;

is more willing to believe that the powerful prince takes money to buy poetry, and even uses power to rob poetry.

Li Mengsheng didn't expect that the person who backstabbed him turned out to be him.

"Senior Brother Ganglie, you were also present at the time, why did you slander others."

Eliza's face was frosty, and apparently she hadn't expected it.

Zhu Qianzhi did not back down this time, but asked: "Senior sister, I just expounded the phenomenon of existence, and I did not slander His Highness. ”

Winning favor from others is not enough to repay the favor, but it is not enough to defile the innocence of people without repentance.

"You-"

Her self-cultivation does not allow her to scold.

Abin also wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason.

Everyone didn't say that the son of the world bought poetry, but everyone thought that the son of the world bought poetry.

Zhu Qianzhi's words couldn't find the slightest fault, and Li Mengsheng couldn't do it if he wanted to slander the world.

Now in the capital, he himself is frightened every step of the way, walking on thin ice.

For fear that the Dog Emperor would catch the handle and take the opportunity to kill him.

It's not okay to retaliate against the other party, not even to buy poetry and force this stain.

I wish Botao ecstasy, this wave of reversal is too powerful.

But Zhu Qianzhi's next words made his face change greatly.

"Do you know that the students of the three major holy academies account for a few percent of the powerful people in the capital!"

"Fifty percent!"

"The number of students in the capital accounts for 10% of the number of students in the world, but it occupies half of the quota of the Holy Academy!"

"I waited like thousands of horses crossing the single-plank bridge to participate in the assessment of the Holy Courtyard, and there was not one in ten thousand who entered."

"And for the places that we hold up as treasures, they have them at their fingertips."

"Is this fair?"

"It's like a poem created by a poor student who has been studying hard for ten years, they can buy it with money and use power to get it!"

"It's not fair!"

Zhu Qianzhi's face flushed, and his voice overshadowed the audience, and even the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra on the other side stopped.

The word unfairness is deafening, and most of the people present are outside the capital and have traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to catch the exam.

They even lost half of their family property just for that place.

And that place was unfairly divided among the few!

"It's not fair!"

"Not convinced!"

This is said as if the powerful people in the capital are straw bales and have to rely on the back door.

Zhu Botao couldn't help but scold: "How can the Holy Court let you wait for slander, and the assessment is fair, open and just!" You wait for gibberish, beware of your own mistakes. ”

Most students have long understood the issue of quota allocation, but they have not had the right opportunities.

Now that the timing is right and it is related to their own interests, how can many scholars let go and say one after another:

"Didn't you invite a few masters to stay in your house?"

"Don't the masters disclose some assessment information during the assessment?"

"Isn't there a particular area to focus on?"

Zhu Botao really wanted to say: That's all your own ability, if you don't accept it, please do it!

But looking at the black oppressive crowd, all of them were like beasts that chose people to eat, and chose to take shelter from the wind for the time being.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

He swallowed his saliva, and as the eldest brother of the group, he stiffened his mouth: "How can this be reasonable, how can this be reasonable." ”

The sound of anger came wave after wave, and Zhu Botao did not dare to confront it.

The first object of their venting became Li Mengsheng, who watched the whole process.

"Even the sons of the world who don't read yet buy poems and pictures."

"Not to mention other powerful people in the capital......"

Eliza didn't say a word at this time, Zhu Qianzhi was right, and this matter was very helpful for Qingshan Academy to win the name of the Holy Academy.

However, she believed that Shizi did not buy poetry at all, but everyone was red-eyed and did not listen to persuasion at all.

Abin was wrapped up in the crowd, and he shouted: "The son of the world, composing poetry saves me from discouragement......"

Let him scream, and no one will pay attention to him.

Li Mengsheng didn't understand why Zhu Qianzhi wanted to provoke a dispute, he remembered that the other party said that he didn't enter Beijing for the quota.

But at this point, he didn't dig deeper.

I don't go to the Holy Courtyard, it's my business.

But use me as a fuse and splash me with dirty water, that's not okay.

"Buy poetry? I don't bother to do it. ”

The thousands of years of cultural heritage behind me say that I copied poetry to the same level.

Because everyone's attention was on him, the crowd calmed down a little.

"Pen and ink waiting."

The place of the poetry meeting is naturally indispensable to the four treasures of the study, and it will be changed after a while.

"Write a poem on the theme of dusk?"

He looked at the person who drew the question, and the other party nodded solemnly.

"He's going to compose poetry on the spot!"

Eliza's eyes flashed with anticipation, and her beautiful eyes stared at the person who carried the pen.

"Good!"

That's it.

The words appeared on the spread out rice paper, and Li Mengsheng swayed his pen and ink.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and between the clouds and flowing water, a few lines of large characters jump on the paper.

The pen fell, and between the abruptness, the rice paper was like the sun.

Countless purple lights poured out from between the brushstrokes.

Like a torrent that bursts its banks, like a wild horse that has escaped.

Soar into the sky.

Illuminates the entire Mirror Lake.

"Purple...... Purple Legacy Poem! ”

The majestic purple aura formed a purple vortex, hovering over the capital.

The rice paper was still twitching, and purple aura was constantly shooting out from it.

Its convulsions seem to be not only because of this, but also because it will transform from an ordinary piece of paper into a carrier of inheritance poetry for future generations.

It will not be discarded at will, but will be enshrined as a treasure, and it will nourish Confucianism and Taoism for eternity.

At this time, the deans of the three holy academies were gathering together, anxious.

Dean Bailu sighed, "I have consulted so many ancient books and have not found any other way to repair the holy icon. ”

Dean Artemisia touched his long beard and said helplessly: "Then I have to leave to go to the Demon Domain......

Dean Hanlin hurriedly said: "I'll go, how can such a celebrity be missing me." ”

"I'll go—"

"I'll ......"

But as he spoke, the other two opened their mouths as well.

“……”

The three of them glared at each other, as if they were about to fight if they didn't agree with each other, without the elegance of the rumored Confucian.

……

And the three of them argued endlessly about whom, not really to leave a name, but to go to the place of demon suppression to repair the holy icon, and there was no life.

Because of this, I am fighting to go by myself.

Silence, silence.

All three seem to be looking for excuses to convince the other two.

At this time, the three of them looked at each other, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Almost at the same time, every Confucian student in the world was shocked in his heart.

Confucianism and Taoism added inheritance poems, which are still purple.

The people of the capital are all looking up at the sky above the Mirror Lake, and under the purple whirlpool, a few lines of big characters are slowly emerging:

"Xiang was unwell at night, and drove to Mirror Lake."

"The sunset is infinitely good, but it's just near dusk."

The whole audience was stunned, inheriting the poem!

Purple!

The rice paper returned to calm, adding a touch of charm.

The audience was stunned for more than a dozen breaths before it exploded.

"You slap me to see if I'm dreaming?"

Syllable!

"Ahh My hands hurt, and sure enough, I wasn't dreaming. ”

The other man had a red slap mark on his face, and he was very excited.

"It's fantastic—"

Dean Bailu said: "The language of this poem is as clear as words, without ornamentation, the rhythm is bright, but it is full of profound philosophy. ”

Dean Hanlin shook his head: "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk." Wonderful, without too much embellishment, it can praise the twilight as much as possible. ”

Dean Artemisia: "Hmm...... You're right. ”

Facing the disdainful gaze cast by the two, Dean Artemisia was secretly annoyed, and next time he would definitely find an opportunity to poke them twice and get back to the field.

The three great Confucians secretly analyzed this poem, and seemed to forget the unhappiness of the argument just now.

"There is a successor, so I'll go." Dean Bailu spoke freely, with a relieved face.

The other two opened their mouths, but the words choked in their throats.

Because they all understand that Dean Bailu is the most suitable.

Boom –

Boom –

Boom –

The purple swirling vortex made a loud noise, attracting everyone's attention.

Then, the whirlpool was slowly melting into the sky, and I don't know where it went.

"Why is there no empowerment, who is the poet?"

Dean Bailu was anxious, this kind of heroic qi could create a seven-grade Confucian student.

even helped to be promoted to the third grade, so he couldn't show up and asked loudly, and the other two also showed their figures.

"Damn, it must be a dream! Slap me again!"

Syllable!

"Mother, I really saw Da Confucianism with my own eyes, and he is still the most powerful of the three."

Li Mengsheng spoke at this time: "Back to Confucianism, I am a poet, Li Mengsheng." ”

"Why didn't I get the initiation, just because I couldn't accept it and couldn't practice."

"It's you!" Dean Bailu's voice was raised a little, obviously knowing his past.

Dean Bailu added again: "Very good, reading is not just for Confucianism. Everyone in the world can study, and everyone in the world can become a talent. ”

"Thank you Daru for the compliment."

Subsequently, Dean Bailu threw down a token, engraved with the totem of Bailu Holy Courtyard on the front and the word Master engraved on the reverse.

Li Mengsheng was terrified, obviously underestimating the weight of inheritance poems.

Dean Bailu said: "The master is the teacher, and you make a inheritance poem...... Oh, two. Eligible to take this token. ”

Although you are not angry, your students can always be, so the poet will naturally enter my White Deer Holy Academy.

Li Mengsheng naturally didn't know the other party's wishful thinking, but was surprised that the other party found out that another inheritance poem was made by him in a moment.

At this time, I don't know what the other two Confucians said to Dean Bailu, and the three of them left in a hurry.

It's just that when I left, I couldn't hide my excitement.

Li Mengsheng played with the token in his hand, and the scene without the Great Confucian, the atmosphere ignited.

Abin immediately spoke: "The great Confucian has said that the previous poems were written by His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Although he didn't need an explanation, he still grabbed a person and said it, and grabbed a person and said.

Everyone was excited, but Li Mengsheng was calm.

"Where did the aura of Haoran go?"

If it doesn't come down, others won't be able to absorb it, and I won't be able to pick up the light.

"You don't seem to be happy."

Eliza's face was flushed, apparently excited just now.

"If only it could come down."

Li Mengsheng looked up at the purple vortex that slowly dissipated, and truthfully said what was in his heart.

Eliza looked sorry for what she had said.

Is his talent even jealous of the heavens? That's why he can't be angry?

Then she comforted: "Now you are a master, this is an achievement that many scholars cannot achieve. ”

"It's also a great thing to let your students become talented and shine."

That's right! Since the government can't raise Confucian students, then I'll go to the academy!

Wouldn't it be nice to pick it on time every day!

Master, I am determined!

Li Mengsheng pinched her nose excitedly and said, "Thank you for mentioning it." ”

Eliza couldn't hide from his outstretched hand at all, and her cheeks instantly became hot.

Do you want to scold him?

But he's in a good mood.