Thousands of years ago, after the saint and the demon clan made a covenant not to fight, they set up a Confucian Temple in the world, and the seventy-two disciples scattered the human race to build seventy-two literary academies.

And in the entire Dongyun Kingdom, there are only three, namely: Qishan Academy, Dongyun Academy, and Luming Academy.

Strictly speaking, there is no difference between Anping County Academy and Qingyunfu Academy in the eyes of the Confucian Temple. It's just that they are also responsible for selecting talents for the imperial court, so Qingyun Academy will be ranked above Anping County Academy.

Although there is only one word difference between the Bunyuan and the Academy, the meanings they represent are completely different.

Just like if Bailing Academy issued a reprimand for Shen Lang, it would only represent Yunxia Academy. Not to mention reprimanding other academies, if you want, you can even directly invite Shen Lang to join, there is no restriction in this.

But if the Qishan Academy reprimanded Shen Lang, it would represent the rejection of Confucianism and Taoism orthodoxy, not only in the Dongyun Kingdom, but also in the whole world, no academy would accept this person.

What's more serious is that the Academy of Literature represents the will of the Temple of Literature to a certain extent, and the Temple of Literature has the Avenue of Confucianism, and once it is rejected by the Academy of Literature, it is very likely to be abandoned by the Confucian Avenue.

Li Huaiting was already pale, his legs were weak and his body was trembling.

Before the flying boat could get close to the mountain, a huge aura fell from the sky.

"Who drove the flying boat to my Qishan Academy?"

A deep and majestic voice sounded like thunder.

All the scribes on board saluted.

Shen Lang said loudly: "Shen Lang, a student from Anping County, wants to ask the Academy of Literature to identify the manuscript talent. ”

"Shen Lang?"

There was a bit of surprise in the majestic voice.

"But Shen Lang of Nine Poems Mingzhou?"

"It's the students."

The majestic voice was silent for a moment, and then it sounded again: "Descend the flying boat and climb the mountain on foot." ”

"Yes."

The flying boat landed at the foot of the mountain, and after Shen Lang recalled the original manuscript of Mingzhou's poems, it became the size of a palm again.

All the scribes bowed their heads, and their hearts were full of trepidation.

Don't look at them, they are quite famous talents in Bailingzhou City, but this is the Qishan Academy!

Among these people, Li Xuejin is the only one who has ever been here.

Li Xuejin also had a complicated face now, looking at Shen Lang with envy and admiration in his eyes.

When he came to the Qishan Academy of Literature, he was still ranked high when he was an academician, and after returning to Bailingzhou City, his teacher took him to visit the senior masters of the Academy. He still remembers the cautious appearance of his mentor that day, and he is afraid that he will be driven down the mountain if he is not careful.

And now, Shen Lang just reported his name and let him go directly.

Li Xuejin couldn't help but sigh, people can't be compared with people!

Walking up the mountain road, you soon saw a huge palace building.

Above the main entrance of the building, there are two big characters written: Qishan.

When I walked to the door, I was greeted by someone.

It was a scribe in his thirties, and after he looked at everyone, he fell on Shen Lang.

"This is Shen Lang and Shen Ziyu?" The scribe smiled and clenched his fists.

Shen Lang also returned the salute with a smile and said, "The student is Shen Lang, Mr. is polite." ”

The scribe laughed, pulled Shen Lang's wrist affectionately, and said, "Mr. Ziyu is too modest!" ”

Shen Lang's face was slightly red, and he said with a wry smile: "Don't mention the title of Mr. Ziyu anymore, Qingyun Mansion City is rumored that Mr. Ziyu is highly respected and is a senior master, but the students have spent a lot of effort to reluctantly let them change it." ”

The scribe listened to what Shen Lang said interestingly, and laughed again, and looked at Shen Lang with a little more appreciation.

Shen Lang didn't know the identity of this person, and after Zhang Tingwan concealed his identity, he didn't dare to underestimate this kind of young-looking scribe.

When you reach the semi-saint realm, your appearance and age can change at will, and ordinary people can't see it at all.

The scribe was just talking and laughing with Shen Lang, and didn't even glance at the person behind him, and only asked after a while: "Why did you come to check the manuscript talent, didn't you see it clearly when the sky descended on the talent?" ”

Shen Lang glanced at Li Huaiting with a smile and said, "Mr. Huaiting, why don't you talk about it?" ”

Li Huaiting's face was pale, his appearance seemed to be many years old, and at this moment, he seemed to have no strength to walk.

The scribe frowned and said, "My Confucianism and Taoism are heroic and upright, and all evils retreat from all laws, why are you so poor in spirit and spirit?" ”

Li Huaiting reluctantly squeezed out a smile: "Some small things have an impact, please forgive me." As for why he was ......so angry, he looked at Shen Lang, his face changed blue and white for a while, and suddenly he knelt down in front of Shen Lang, crying bitterly and said, "Mr. Ziyu spared his life, it was me Li Huaiting who was wrong!" ”

The scribe's face was stunned, and some did not understand the situation.

Li Xuejin on the side took two steps forward and saluted: "I have seen Mr., in the lower Li Xuejin, he is the envoy of Bailingzhou City." ”

As he spoke, he told him what had happened.

The more the scribe listened, the more ugly his face became, and at the end, he glanced at Li Huaiting with a sneer, and said, "Since you are here to test your talent, then come in." He gestured to Shen Lang, "Ziyu, please." ”

Shen Lang hurriedly returned the salute and followed into the main hall.

The furnishings in the main hall are not much different from the inner courtyard of the Anping County Academy, and in front of it is the statue of the saint enshrined, but there is not only a saint, on the left side of the shrine, there is also a white-robed scribe, who looks like he is following the saint.

"This is Lin Yan, the sage who established my Qishan Academy."

Everyone was taken aback, and hurriedly bowed respectfully to the statue of the saint, and then turned their heads to the statue of the sage Lin Yan three times.

The so-called sage is not a sage realm, but corresponds to a half-saint.

It's just that in the age of the saints, no one dared to call themselves half-saints, but called sages. With the fall of the saint, the title of demi-saint slowly rose, and the title of sage was also used exclusively for the seventy-two disciples of the saint.

"I haven't asked Mr. for his name yet." Shen Lang copied the scribe and saluted.

The scribe smiled: "Speaking of which, Ziyu and I have some origins. My name is Wang Xinsheng, and I am a teacher of Junzi Li. ”

Gentleman Li?

Shen Lang was surprised: "Brother Wang is a student of Mr. Li Shu? ”

Wang Xinsheng smiled and nodded: "Exactly." The teacher mentioned your name many times and praised your talent. When I saw it today, he was really talented and polite. ”

Shen Lang hurriedly claimed that he had an overreputation.

After some greetings, Wang Xinsheng said: "You don't need to go elsewhere to test your talent, you can do it here." ”

Li Xuejin hurriedly took out Li Huaiting's manuscript and handed it to Wang Xinsheng with both hands.

Wang Xinsheng only glanced at a few lines, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This story, good! Ziyu, is this a novel? ”

Novel?

Everyone was stunned.

Even Wang Xinsheng himself was stunned, and suddenly he was drenched in a cold sweat.

Oops!