The fat constable glared at the woman in white.

But after seeing the other person's attire clearly, his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately became flattering, saying: "So you are a scholar from the academy. I am a constable from the Demon Suppression Hall of Anyang County Yamen. Nice to meet you, Master!"

The thin constable also bowed hastily, with a humble attitude.

Lin Yi looked at the woman in white and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now he heard the thin constable say that there were people from the academy downstairs in the post station, which was why there was such a big commotion.

The purpose is to attract the attention of people in the academy.

Now he is trapped in a deadly situation, and the only thing that can save him is almost the academy. In addition, now that he has a heart for literature and Taoism, the probability of breaking out of the situation is extremely high.

It is said that there was once a scholar with a heart for literature and Taoism.

Because he was mistakenly arrested by the government authorities, the teacher of the academy immediately recited an article and angrily denounced the government authorities for persecuting scholars. At that time, his talent reached the sky, and the stars swayed. The entire government office was flattened to the ground by his talent.

When the matter was reported to the Zhenguo Shengyuan and the imperial court, Emperor Dayan not only did not blame them, but also praised the academy.

It is a blessing for Dayan to praise the academy for its uprightness and solemnity.

Lin Yi knew very well that although he was not yet a disciple of the academy, as long as he casually produced a poem, the teachers in the academy would rush to accept him as a disciple.

At this time....

The girl in the academy looked at the fat constable indifferently and said in a cold voice: "What crime did he commit? Why didn't he report to the academy, but privately judged the case and persecuted the scholars of Dayan?"

The fat constable was sweating all over and said, "My Lord, this man is a constable in my county yamen. He colluded with a demon to steal a book of Taoist magic, and his crime is extremely heinous..."

"Fart!"

Lin Yi interrupted directly, and the girl from the academy frowned slightly.

Lin Yi thought that it might be inappropriate for a scholar to swear, and it would also lose his image in front of a beautiful woman.

He clasped his fists and bowed to the girl from the academy, saying, "I am a scholar who knows filial piety and honor. How could I do such a petty theft? There is a great injustice here. Mr. Scholar, please help me make the decision!"

Lin Yi is polite and has some of the character of a Dayan scholar.

This instantly made the girl in the academy relax her brows and her impression of Lin Yi changed greatly.

The girl from the academy looked at the fat constable and said sternly, "The Taoist magic in your county government's demon- suppression hall was stolen, but you actually blamed us scholars. What a great power you have!"

"Take me to your county government office!"

The fat constable knew what the consequences would be if the academy intervened, and hurriedly said, "Sir, this man had no literary heart when he committed the crime. He was just an ordinary scholar, so the county magistrate did not ask the academy to make a judgment on the case. Moreover, the witnesses and evidence are all there, and he also pleaded guilty and signed. The county magistrate also did not impose the death penalty on him because he is a scholar, but only exiled him to the border..."

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"Oh?"

The girl from the academy frowned, looked at Lin Yi and said, "The heart of literature and Taoism is a gift from heaven. Almost no one can acquire it later, unless... one uses Taoism techniques!"

The girl from the academy exuded a cold aura, which was not directed at the fat constable, but at Lin Yi.

The fat constable seemed relieved and stared at Lin Yi with a mocking look on his face.

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and said seriously: "Master Scholar, I am a scholar, how can I practice Taoism? My father once told me that as long as I study hard, I can write amazing poems and articles, and I can also have a heart for literature and Taoism and change my destiny!"

The girl from the academy said coldly, "You mean, you awaken the heart of literature and Taoism through poetry and writing? Did your father tell you that if you awaken the heart of literature and Taoism, the poetry and writing must at least reach the level of talent that penetrates the state?"

"You think you can?"

She felt resentful in her heart as she was almost deceived by Lin Yi just now.

It is impossible for a guy who is less than 20 years old to write poems and articles of such talent that these poems will at least be handed down for hundreds of years.

Moreover, Lin Yi had just awakened the heart of literature and Taoism, but there was no strange phenomenon of heaven and earth that could span the state.

So... Lin Yi relies on practicing Taoist magic.

Taoism is evil magic.

It is a kind of practice that can enable people to possess talent and power comparable to that of scholars, but the practice method is usually against the will of heaven.

Once possessed by a demon, it is more likely that all lives will be destroyed.

Therefore, those who practice evil arts are the mortal enemies of the Taoist practitioners.

"Talent runs through the state..."

Lin Yi searched his memory but still couldn't figure out what this thing was. It was obvious that his adoptive father, a poor scholar, had limited knowledge.

But we can also understand it literally, that is, the poems and essays are good enough and the momentum is strong enough.

But he awakened his literary and moral heart, but did not write any poetry. How do you explain this?

However, seeing that the iceberg beauty seemed to be on the wrong side, Lin Yi had no choice but to say, "Sir, my father didn't tell me this, but I did use poetry to awaken Wen Xin!"

The girl from the academy flicked her sleeves, her talent surged, and her writing brush, ink, paper, and ink stone flew out, landing steadily on the table. She said solemnly, "If you can really write a poem of talent that will penetrate the whole state, I, Fang Qingxue, will personally guarantee you and go with you to the county government office to confront the county magistrate in court. If you are not guilty, I will definitely clear your name and give you justice!"

"Fang Qingxue!"

"Your Excellency is Fang Qingxue?"

When the fat and thin constables heard the girl from the academy introduce herself, their expressions were immediately changed and they exclaimed in surprise.

Even Lin Yi was surprised.

In the original body's memory, the name Fang Qingxue was well-known. She was the direct disciple of the dean of Pingzhou Academy and a famous person in Jinzhou.

Last year, he went to the Zhenguo Saint Academy to take part in the Saint Examination, and won first place in the Saint Examination. He was enlightened by the Saint Academy and was promoted to the seventh level of benevolence.

He became the first champion in the history of Jinzhou.

That day.

Auspicious clouds of talent and talent appeared in the sky over Jinzhou and lasted for three days.

When Fang Qingxue came back, the governor personally came to greet her and sent her back to Pingzhou Academy in a sedan chair carried by eight people.

One can imagine how scary Fang Qingxue's identity is.

"Good!"

Lin Yi was excited, as expected, there is always a way out.

Now his heart of literature and Taoism has strengthened his memory, and many poems and articles by famous writers from his previous life are emerging in his mind.

Standing in front of the table, he ground ink and picked up a brush, writing on the snow-white rice paper: There is a path to the mountain of books, and diligence is the way...

Fang Qingxue's eyes fell on Lin Yi's pen.

She wanted to see what Lin Yi could write.

The fat constable sneered and mocked, "A clown!"

Just at this moment.

The few words written by Lin Yi suddenly burst into golden light, and the talents between heaven and earth gathered and revolved with Lin Yi as the center.

It seemed as if a small sun rose in the room.

"This is......"

Fang Qingxue's eyes were full of surprise, and she subconsciously raised her arm to block the dazzling golden light from the text.

"How come?"

The fat constable's eyes were dull and he felt cold under his feet.

The prison uniform on Lin Yi's body rustled as it was blown by his talent. His black hair was flying, his eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were starry. He was fully immersed in writing.

In his previous life, he was a calligraphy enthusiast. The personal font he created was stored in the computer Chinese character database and became popular on the Internet.

Now, when he wrote this inspiring poem in his own handwriting, he actually had such a strange effect, and he felt very happy.

"The sea of learning is endless and the journey is hard!"

Lin Yi wrote the last word in a casual manner.

The last hook was like a sword that split the sky and its energy was as sharp as a knife.