I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 29 Crossroads
In the west of the city, in the Zhang Mansion, Zhang Zehan, who had just returned home, was called to the study by his father.

Zhang Zehan couldn't help feeling a little nervous, because he had to wait for Lin Zhen, and it was indeed a bit late for dinner at the Lin's house, and it was already Haishi when he got home, so he might inevitably be reprimanded by his father again.

"As expected of Zhang Nan's son, he has a unique vision!"

However, as soon as he entered the study, he was greeted with compliments.

Looking at his father who was blushing and laughing heartily, Zhang Zehan was a little confused, so he chose not to say a word.

"You don't know yet, the title of that poem of the Dao of Heaven is "Man Jianghong: A Gift to My Friend Zhang Zehan"!"

"How did you see that he has such a great talent? You even made friends with him when he was in his infancy. Now, you can be regarded as friends in need. He has developed, so he won't help you?"

Only then did Zhang Zehan realize that his father was referring to Lin Qian, and he really didn't know that Lin Qian had given this word such a name. Thinking of his own name being followed by this word and being followed by scholars all over the world, he was excited His whole body trembled a little.

This dude is really interesting!

But seeing his father's utilitarian appearance now, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "You used to tell me not to ghost with some friends, especially Lin Qian. You said that, right?"

Zhang Nan's smile froze on his face, this silly son really didn't save me any face.

But he soon didn't care. If your son has a semi-holy friend, even if it's too much, he can accept it.

"I've already greeted Old Qiao. You go to collect 1000 taels of silver tomorrow. From now on, the Lin family's expenses will be covered by our Zhang family!"

Zhang Nan said richly, "You have to hold on to this big thick leg. It doesn't matter if you don't have money or anything. If you don't have enough, just ask me for it."

Zhang Zehan was silent, his friendship with Lin Qian was very pure.

But with the improvement of Lin Qian's status, it might not be so simple in the future.

However, he is not a person who is entangled. It is only natural and understandable for friends to help a little.

As long as you have no evil intentions.

……

Tao Feipeng was so angry that his face was disfigured in the Changsha City Xuanjing Division Guard.

When he heard the report from his subordinates that Lin Qian had stepped into the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism, and also composed poems of the way of heaven, which attracted the vision of heaven and earth to be promoted to the ninth rank, he thought that his subordinates had lost their minds and dared to deceive him?

Until he confirmed that the news was true, he still felt that he should be dreaming, having a nightmare.

He understands what the ninth grade of Confucianism and Taoism means, and also understands what it means to be promoted by the ninth grade that attracts the vision of heaven and earth.

But because of this, he was even more sure that those articles must have been written by Lin Qian!

"What about the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism?"

"Don't let me get caught!"

Tao Feipeng spoke viciously, everyone has already been offended, he has no way of turning back, either wait for Lin Qian to reach a high position and crush him like an ant, or he will kill Lin Qian in the cradle before he grows up.

……

The county magistrate of Changsha City, Luo Jianghong, was so excited that he couldn't sleep.

As a county magistrate, he is also responsible for teaching. Now that Changsha city has produced a poem about the way of heaven and a student with the appearance of a saint, it is natural that he has made meritorious service in teaching. It is foreseeable that he will be promoted in the near future.

But soon he frowned, his thick eyebrows were almost huddled together, he thought of Xuan Jingsi's hawks and dogs.

Now his fate is almost tied to Lin Qian. As long as Lin Qian develops more smoothly, his official career will also be smoother. On the contrary, if Lin Qian is really picked up by the Xuanjing Division to talk to those who alluded to the court Regarding the article, he didn't know what would happen to Lin Qian. As a county parent official, he must be involved. This was one of the reasons why he blocked Tao Feipeng's torture before.

One side is a great merit, and the other side is a big fault, so there is no need to hesitate about choosing.

He didn't care if those articles were written by Lin Qian, as long as no one knew about them, they weren't written by him!
Thinking of this, he waved to the maid serving outside, "Go and tell Luo Qi, and call Hao Dazhuang over."

After giving the order, Luo Jianghong walked behind the desk, spread the paper, grinded the ink, and then brewed for a while. After finishing the manuscript, she started to splash ink on the letter paper.

This letter was written to his teacher, in which he praised Lin Qian, saying that he could recite scriptures at the age of five and write essays at the age of seven. He said that the flies and ants in the Tiandao poem were about Xuan Jingsi, and then vaguely mentioned that Xuan Jingsi would also invite sixth-grade Confucianism cultivators to interrogate Lin Qian.

Everyone knows Xuan Jingsi's method, he didn't point it out, but presumably the teacher should be able to understand what he meant, try to prevent the sixth-grade Confucianism cultivator invited by Xuan Jingsi, or arrange for his own people to come.

He knows, he believes, and his teacher can figure out which one is more profitable, befriending a possible future semi-sage, or helping Xuan Jing Division solve a literary prison case.

"grown ups!"

It wasn't until the letter was written, at the end of Haishi, that housekeeper Luo Qi led the county government arrester Hao Dazhuang to the study.

"You arrange a few people to secretly protect the Lin family. If the people from the Xuanjing Division dare to act rashly, they must be stopped. It doesn't matter if they do something wrong. I will take care of it if something goes wrong!"

"???"

Hao Dazhuang was a little confused, but since it was the magistrate's order, he naturally didn't dare to have any doubts, so he followed suit.

Looking at Hao Dazhuang who was retreating, Luo Jianghong narrowed his eyes slightly. He remembered that Lin Qian had an older brother who seemed to be a policeman in the county government office, so it seemed that the position of chieftainer could be changed.

……

Lin's house, study and bedroom.

Only then did Lin Qian have time to enter the Wen Palace.

He also saw the "Manjianghong" that topped the list like a star, and he couldn't help feeling that the teacher is worthy of being a teacher. Even in this world of Confucianism and Taoism, he can achieve such achievements, bright and dazzling!
At this time, the Wen Palace has changed from a small hut to a log cabin, and it looks much more spacious and bright, and it finally looks like a home.

Outside the Wen Palace, the talent pool that was originally only three feet square has now become a large pool with a square meter.

Only then did Lin Qian realize that a star lit up at some point in the sky of Wen Palace World. At this time, the star was emitting a cool light, illuminating the entire Wen Palace World.

Lin Qian could feel that the star represented the lyrics of "Man Jianghong".

There is already a lot of talent in the talent pool. "Manjianghong" and the previous articles are still providing talent continuously, especially "Manjianghong", the talent provided is not only more pure, but also has a heavy texture , suppressed in the pool of talent like a sea magic needle, so that the talent of the other articles did not dare to be presumptuous at all.

Only then did he understand why he had not been able to advance to the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism before, and the talent gained by writing stories was still too vain after all.

So Lin Qian hesitated. Now that he has found another avenue, should he continue writing his biography?
(End of this chapter)