Fang Qingxue stared blankly at the two lines of words and murmured in a low voice: "The path to the mountain of books is made through diligence, the boat to the boundless sea of learning is made through hard work..."

The words fell.

Her body suddenly trembled and her whole body went numb for a moment, and then she felt a surge of talent coming out from between the lines of the paper and going deep into her brows.

Warm and gentle, as if she was bathing in a sea of books.

At the same time...

The entire piece of rice paper was emitting rich golden light, which gathered into a column of air and soared into the sky.

Fang Qingxue walked quickly to the window, opened it, and saw the pillar of talent formed by the poem explode in the air, with a long and powerful aura...

"Talent runs through the state!"

Fang Qingxue took two steps back, her eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.

Yes!

These two lines of poetry written by Lin Yishu have indeed reached the level of talent that permeates the whole state.

That is to say.

It was through poetry, rather than Taoism, that Lin Yi awakened the literary and Taoist heart in him, and became a true scholar.

In the future, you can go to the Zhenguo Holy Academy for assessment, receive talent enlightenment, and gain blessings in the realm of literature and Taoism.

This line of poetry, in particular, has reached the level of talent that can be passed down for hundreds of years.

Boom!

The fat constable sat down on the ground, his forehead and brows were covered with sweat, his face full of panic.

Talent runs through the state!

Lin Yi is such a talented guy. Now Fang Qingxue has intervened in the case of stolen Taoist magic, and they are in great danger.

Lin Yi looked at the fat constable slumped on the ground and felt greatly relieved.

This is the power of literature and art.

"Look..."

At this moment, the thin constable saw that the fourteen words written by Lin Yi on the rice paper on the table suddenly stood up from the paper.

Then it turned into a row of small golden characters, like small golden flowers, floating out of the window.

Fang Qingxue's expression changed, and she said, "What a brilliant poem! This poem can be engraved on a monument!"

"A brilliant writing style? A stele?"

Lin Yi heard two new words, but he could roughly understand their meaning.

Simply put... top notch!

"Can I inscribe a monument?"

The fat constable, who was slumped on the ground, got his crotch wet.

He seemed to be extremely frightened, and kowtowed to Lin Yi quickly, saying: "Master Lin, I am blind and can't recognize a true dragon. I will let you go now..."

He stood up trembling, took out the key and prepared to unlock Lin Yi's chain.

Lin Yi took a half step back, lowered his head and looked down at the fat constable, and said indifferently: "Don't bother, Chief Constable. I am a criminal. Without the pardon from the county magistrate, you released me privately. Aren't you afraid of the county magistrate's punishment?"

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"I will explain to the county magistrate, as long as Master Lin and Master Fang do not pursue the matter..."

The fat detective could foresee the consequences if Lin Yi and Fang Qingxue pursued the matter, and he just wanted to put the matter to rest as soon as possible.

But before he could finish his words, Lin Yi said in a deep voice: "Not pursuing the matter? You have wronged me, so if you let me go, you will not pursue the matter of your disregard for human life?"

"Besides, my personal life and death is a minor matter, while the theft of my Taoist magic is a major matter. This matter concerns the safety of hundreds of thousands of people in Anyang County, so we must investigate it thoroughly no matter what!"

Lin Yi's words were powerful and righteous.

Fang Qingxue's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange color, and she stood up and said, "Whether Lin Yi is guilty or not, I need to confront the Anyang County Magistrate in person to find out. Let's go!"

The fat detective said: "Sir..."

Fang Qingxue asked, "Do you want me to ask the teacher of the academy to come down from the mountain? To imitate the story of the teacher redressing the grievances of the scholars?"

"I don't dare!"

The fat constable turned pale and lowered his head quickly.

Fang Qingxue turned to Lin Yi and said, "Come with me to the county government. Scholars who are charged with crimes will never be able to enter the Holy Academy. You were able to awaken your literary heart and compose poems that are so brilliant that they can penetrate the whole state. You are a rare literary genius. Don't let this stain ruin your life!"

"Good!"

Lin Yi nodded seriously and followed Fang Qingxue.

He would have been doomed to die, but now, with his own efforts, he has seized this ray of hope, and he can't wait to go back to the county government to settle accounts with them.

As the saying goes, a gentleman takes revenge from morning till night.

He will not let any of those who drag him out to take the blame go!

At the same time...

There were sounds of reading aloud and the teacher teaching in Pingzhou Academy, when suddenly the ground of the entire academy began to shake violently.

The bell rang throughout the academy.

"The earth shook, the bells rang, and talented poems and articles appeared!"

The teachers in the academy were so excited that they ran out of the teaching courtyard in a hurry.

However, another bell sounded, long and melodious.

The teachers were stunned at first, and then they exclaimed one by one.

"The bell rang twice. This has never happened in Pingzhou Academy in the past hundred years. It's not just the talent that has spread throughout the state. It's not just the talent that has spread throughout the state!"

"Which gentleman, in my Jinzhou, wrote poems and articles of such talent that they have spread all over the state?"

"You must pay a visit! If you can listen to Mr.'s sermon, you will definitely benefit a lot!"

Some teachers' eyes turned red.

The academy's bell has only rung twice in the past hundred years.

One was caused by Chen Haoran, the eldest disciple of the academy six years ago, and the other was when Fang Qingxue won first place in the examination of the Zhenguo Shengyuan last year.

But now the Wen Zhong rang twice at the same time, which is unprecedented!

"All the teachers and scholars of the academy, come to the academy's stele!"

A loud voice suddenly resounded over the academy.

"It's the dean's voice!"

The teachers and scholars were so moved that they did not dare to delay and rushed to the place where the stele was located in the academy.

At this time...

In front of the stele at the foot of the academy, a white-haired old man in a black Confucian robe touched the stele with great excitement, as if tears were welling up in his eyes, and he kept murmuring, "A wonderful poem on the stele!"

"Dean!"

"Dean!"

Soon, the teachers and disciples of the academy had arrived, a total of 107 people, all bowed to the white-haired old man.

When the eight masters saw the verses on the stele, they were stunned at first, then their hearts trembled with excitement and their talent burst out of their bodies.

"Poem for the inscription!"

"My academy has a poem for the inscription? Hahahaha, my Pingzhou Academy has a poem for the inscription. We can register it in the Zhenguo Saint Academy and get support from the Saint Academy's resources!"

"Nanxiang Mansion will become one of the three major academies from now on!"

The eight masters walked up to the five- meter-high stele, carefully read the poem on it, and their bodies shook violently.

"The path to the mountain of books is made through diligence, and the boat to the boundless sea of learning is made through hard work..."

"Excellent! Excellent!"

"If you read a book a hundred times, its meaning will become clear. The word 'diligent' is used brilliantly!"

"No wonder this poem is so brilliant.

The gentleman who wrote this poem is pointing out the direction for us scholars. Diligence and hard work are enough!"

Several teachers touched the inscription, tears welling up in their eyes, and looked a little out of control.

But scholars are usually sincere, so it is normal for them to express their true feelings when they encounter such good poems.

"As a teacher, what does this look like?"

The dean then started to scold.

The teachers were stunned for a moment, then quickly straightened their robes and coughed gently to ease the embarrassment, their faces slightly flushed.

But the next moment.

The dean drove several teachers away from the inscription, waved his hand, and the four treasures of the study flew out from his sleeves.

The four treasures of the study hover in the void wrapped in talent.

He splashed ink and picked up a pen, copying the inscription directly in the air. He was inexplicably excited and exclaimed in a low voice: "This inscription poem with great talent and wonderful writing can actually improve my talent by copying it..."

"What?"

"Quick, quick, the four treasures of the study!"

"Copy, copy everything..."

After several teachers reacted, they immediately took out the four treasures of the study and started copying, and at the same time reminded the students in the academy to seize the opportunity to copy.