When the saint comes out, the world is prosperous.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has not seen a saint for decades.

The appearance of the saint is the greatest auspicious in the world.

Zhou Shanshan was shocked.

Chen Jianzhong was horrified.

Ordinary people were overjoyed.

The county commander Zhou Chengzong was even more overjoyed, riding a fast horse and rushing towards the Chen family ancestral hall at a very fast speed.

Not only the Tunyang County Order, but also the literati, children, parents, and officials of other counties also rushed to Tunyang County as quickly as possible.

Yingzhou Qingshi Mountain Academy, the head of the academy Liu looked up at the phantom of the saint in the clouds with the wind, and also saluted respectfully, and then waved his hand, moved to change the scene, and instantly appeared in the Chen family ancestral hall in Tunyang County, just hiding his figure and quietly observing everything in the ancestral hall.

Cloud.

The sage phantom looked down and said softly: "Chen Huaiyi, does this Mingzhi poem have a name?" ”

Chen Huaiyi is always on the verge of the double collapse of his soul and body, his body and heart are broken, reorganized, broken, and reorganized under the impact of massive literary energy, and so on, leaving only a trace of wisdom to survive under the protection of "Lime Yin".

In this case, there is naturally no way to answer the questions of the saints.

Seeing this, the sage phantom nodded slightly: ""Lime Yin", a good poem, concise and straightforward but full of momentum, this poem should be the first of the grievance poems. ”

His eyes turned slightly, and his voice became hollow and indifferent: "Chen Jianzhong, the patriarch of the Chen clan in Tunyang, the clan elders, and the eleven clansmen have misbehaved and acted extremely evilly, and the crime will be punished, and the rest will be handed over to the local officials to deal with according to law." ”

The words fell, and the phantom of the saint slowly dispersed, as if nothing had happened.

The vision in the sky slowly dissipated, as if nothing had happened.

But the resulting turmoil has only just begun.

At the same time, a crimson lightning bolt fell from the sky and slashed at Chen Jianzhong, who was terrified and remorseful.

Chen Jianzhong, dead.

The elders of the Chen clan and other clansmen knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

But no one paid attention.

Everyone's eyes were on Chen Huaiyi.

Chen Huaiyi was in pain.

It hurt so much that I almost wanted to give up.

Until the Wen Qi stopped surging and gradually calmed down, the speed of the reorganization of his physical body and Wen Xin began to accelerate, and the pain that penetrated deep into the soul also receded like a tide.

But there was no time to rejoice, and a strong itch came out of the cracks in the bones.

For a split second, he hated to smash his bones open and reach out to tickle them.

Itchy!

It's so itchy!

This feeling is even more unbearable than the pain just now.

In contrast, he was more willing to bear the pain just now.

I don't know how long it took.

The itching subsides.

Everything is back to normal.

No.

Abnormal.

Stronger than before.

Both the physical body and the literary heart are stronger than before.

Especially Wenxin, which was directly promoted to the eighth grade.

He did what not many people can do, forcibly recast Wenxin, and forcibly raised Wenxin to a higher level.

Chen Huaiyi was instantly ecstatic.

is also a child's degree, but the grade of Wenxin is different, and the treatment is completely different.

Jiupin Wenxin's child is a little bit stronger than ordinary people.

But the children of Bapin Wenxin are different, even if they are down-and-out now, it means that they are potential people, and they can be regarded as a character in a small place like Tunyang County.

In particular, his eight-grade literary heart is not born, but recast, and there are only a handful of people in the entire history who can do this.

Ordinary people really can't bear the pain that goes deep into the soul.

Looking up, seeing Zhou Shanshan's bright eyes, he hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you seniors for protecting the Fa." ”

Zhou Shanshan smiled: "I said before, you owe me a favor, remember." ”

"The younger generation is unforgettable."

"Well, but don't take it too seriously, I did something to this matter, but in the final analysis, it is your poem that is well written, the saint is here, and a large amount of literary atmosphere is lowered with you, otherwise, if you want to recast the heart of the text, how easy is it to say?"

Chen Huaiyi was surprised and delighted: "The saint is here? ”

"Yes, the sage personally named your poem, called "Lime Yin", Chen Huaiyi, you have such a big face, haha."

"That ......"

"Are those families small? The first one is ambushed, and the rest are sent to the county government for trial, don't care, with this poem, you are already extraordinary. ”

Chen Huaiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay.

It worked.

Otherwise, he will be blind.

Amazing saints, it's exciting to think about.

It's a pity that I didn't see the saint with my own eyes.

However, it doesn't matter, there are many good poems and good words, and there will be opportunities in the future.

The most important thing is to get out of danger, recast the heart of Wen, and return to the bright road of Wenyi to carry the Tao.

Next, what he has to do is to continue to improve his cultivation and knowledge, and strive to obtain the Xiucai literary position as soon as possible.

Xiucai's social status is higher, and his abilities in all aspects are stronger, he can serve as a private school teacher, and even have the opportunity to enter the yamen as a subordinate official.

Even if you don't do anything and continue to study behind closed doors, you will also have good treatment and benefits, free from labor and taxes, and the official will also distribute benefits such as scholars' fields, money, food, paper and ink.

Not to mention the people and clans, it is not an exaggeration to give money, food, land, houses and women.

And he now has not only the eight-grade literary heart, but also a sage-level Mingzhi poem, which was named by the sage himself.

How much glory is that?

As Zhou Shanshan said, with this poem in hand, he is no longer an ordinary person.

Amazing saint-level poems are rare.

Mingzhi poems at the level of astonishing saints are even rarer.

This poem alone can establish his status in the literary circle of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

You must know that this poem is not just an ordinary poem, not only can be recited and appreciated, but also can assist in cultivation, accumulate literary qi, temper the literary heart, strengthen the will, and have many benefits.

And, more benefits are yet to come.

This poem spreads, and as long as someone reads and copies it in a literary tone, a part of it will feed back to him.

The wider the spread, the greater the fame, and the greater the amount of feedback.

With such an amazing saint-level Mingzhi poem, he can harvest a steady stream of literary atmosphere while sitting at home.

There is a steady supply of culture, even if the talent and qualification are poor, you can make a appearance.

If you can make use of this endless flow of culture, the benefits will only be more, such as making Wenbao.

Therefore, he is even more grateful to Zhou Shanshan.

If it weren't for Zhou Shanshan's timely action, even if he didn't die in the hands of Chen Jianzhong, he would have been supported to death by a large amount of literary energy.

Thinking of this, he bowed to Zhou Shanshan again: "I still want to thank my predecessors for saving their lives, the seniors do it casually, but it is a reinvention for the younger generations!" ”

"If you say that, you're welcome."

"Senpai means ......"

"You have mediocre talent and average qualifications, but you are brilliantly written, I want to ask for a poem."

"Oh?"

Chen Huaiyi smiled in his heart.

Ask for poetry.

Isn't this a coincidence?

There are no others, there are many good poems and words, all kinds of things, graceful, bold, side-plugged, Jiangnan, lyrical, Mingzhi, and even love and love.

But he deliberately hesitated for a moment before asking: "What kind of poetry do the predecessors want?" ”