I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 47
It was almost midnight when we returned to the palace. After entering the house, the tired Lin Qian did not fall asleep.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, his mind was immersed in Wen Gong.

I saw that "Qinyuanchun Changsha" has once again topped the list of books, but the rankings of his new biographies and novels these days are somewhat unsatisfactory, and everyone may be a little tired of aesthetics.

But these days, he has already accumulated a group of regular readers, and his updated works are of good quality, so as long as he updates, he will get a lot of praise, which is talent, so he naturally has to work hard. There is no more farming.

Stepping towards the outside of the Wen Palace, after being promoted to the eighth rank, the original log cabin Wen Palace has also become a small courtyard. Although there is only one entrance, its grandeur is not the same.

The talent pool is surrounded by a small courtyard, and it has expanded to a radius of two feet. At this moment, the dense talent in it can't cover the entire talent pool, which seems a bit shabby.

There was another bright star in the sky outside the Wen Palace. At this time, the star was shining brightly, refining its talent.

The Wenbao Shuiyun brush that I got from Huai Yixiu has also entered the Wen Palace. The moment it entered the Wen Palace, it sank into the talent pool, and the tip of the pen was full of talent, just like a person who likes snacks when he sees it. The children danced joyfully in the talent pool, sometimes rushed to the bottom of the pool, and sometimes flew out of the pool, having a great time.

Standing in the small courtyard, he carefully felt the changes in the Palace of Literature and the changes in being promoted to the eighth rank. Under the awe-inspiring aura, Lin Qian felt that his body was like a piece of iron ore that was being hammered and forged all the time. More and more pure and tough!
Self-cultivation is about exercising the body. Only with a strong body can one cultivate one's character, one's mind, and one can concentrate more on one's studies. If one is tortured by illness every day, what is one's mind to speak of?How else can you concentrate on reading?

The granary knows the etiquette, and the food and clothing know the honor and disgrace. The Confucian self-cultivation is the same principle.

After comprehending it carefully for a long time, Lin Qian turned around and returned to the Palace of Literature. When he came to the wall of the case, he raised his hand and the Shuiyun brush automatically flew from the talent pool and fell into Lin Qian's hands.

"Idiom Maker, Go up against the Emperor, Downside the Rebels, Curse the Crocodile in the Water"

Write down the topic on the case wall, pause for a while, and splash ink, an article has been written.

[The ci sage Su Shi once commented on him, the writing started the decline of the eight generations, but the Dao aided the world's drowning, the loyal offender's lord's wrath, and won the commander of the three armies. He is our protagonist today-Han Wengong, Han Yu! 】

[According to the statistics of Han Wengong’s works collection, there are 330 idioms that have been handed down to the present. ! 】

After finishing all this, he exited the Palace of Literature. After a while, Lin Qian fit himself and lay down.

……

Luo Jing, Guozijian, and Han Yu looked at the article in front of them and couldn't help showing a smile. He thought that the author knew him well. Although he is now a semi-saint, back then, he was an outrageous existence to the air, but now Just reconcile with this world.

Now he suddenly wants to meet the author of this series of biographies, he must be a wonderful person!
……

"Born out of the sky, reckless Kunlun, you can see all the spring scenery in the world. Flying 300 million jade dragons, stirring up Zhou Tianhan..."

Overseas, Kunlun Divine Mountain, standing on the top of the mountain shrouded in clouds and mists, a middle-aged man in white robes recited aloud, just after finishing a sentence, he couldn't help but take off the wine gourd from his waist, and continued to ponder the following words after taking a full sip.

The middle-aged man hung a simple long sword on his left waist, and on his right was a huge wine gourd about a foot long, standing proudly on the top of the clouds, like a fairy god, naturally it was the exiled immortal poet Li Bai.

Not far away, there are still two old men standing, they are He Zhizhang and Meng Haoran who are traveling together with Li Bai.

"Taibai is still Taibai back then!"

"Fresh and elegant, majestic and magnificent, unique imagination, romantic and unrestrained!"

He Zhizhang was also hooked out of the wine worm, and after taking a sip of wine, he said to Meng Haoran beside him.

Meng Haoran nodded, and then said, "If you want to talk about majesty, magnificence, and boldness, the recent Tiandao poet is not much inferior to Taibai!"

"Qinyuanchun Changsha?"

He Zhizhang nodded, "It is true that a hero is born as a boy!"

"And the little guy who wrote the novel is also quite interesting... Perhaps, there will be two more demi-saints?"

Meng Haoran stroked his long beard, his eyes were slightly absent-minded looking at the spring scenery at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, he thought of their era, the golden age when poetry was everywhere.

"Finally another prosperous age of Confucianism and Taoism is coming..." He Zhizhang took another sip of strong wine, his eyes full of memories.

……

Time is like water, half a month is fleeting.

Lin Qian hasn't left the palace for half a month. Every day in the palace, he diligently reads the classics of ancient sages and sages, and conceives articles on several topics assigned to him by his master. He didn't have many ideas, after all, he was just an ordinary self-media author in his previous life, and he didn't understand reforms or anything.

At Maoshi, before dawn, the door was opened, and the master Wang Zhuan, the teacher Li Changce, and the younger sister Lin Xinyun were all standing in the small courtyard.

"Play well. With your current reputation, as long as your writing is not too bad, Jie Yuan may be hopeless. You don't have to worry about Zhongju."

Wang Zhuan spoke loudly, Lin Qian's current two poems on the way of heaven, and his relationship with Wang Zhuan in the old party, as long as Lin Qian doesn't do bad things by himself, it will not be easy for him to fail the ranking.

"But to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, you must not get carried away and act recklessly."

"(⊙﹏⊙)"

Looking at Wang Zhuan who said this with a serious expression, Lin Qian was a little puzzled. He had never been proud, so what was the reason for this arrogant and reckless criticism?

However, when the master criticized him, he could only nod in response.

"Okay, let's go!"

Li Changce urged him, and he had to explain to the other Changsha students.

Looking at the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, a few months ago, he was just an old master waiting to die in Taoli Academy, but now he can go to Fucheng to seek a future.

This was something unimaginable just a few months ago.

And this is just because he accepted a good student!

Meeting by chance is wonderful!

Lin Xinyun silently followed behind Lin Qian, carrying the pastry she had carefully made. It took her a lot of time and effort to research it after she came back from Qionghua Building, because the second brother said that the pastry was delicious.

After leaving the gate of the mansion, Zhang Zehan was already waiting outside the gate of the mansion. Together with him, there were other examinees from Changsha City and young masters who came to travel. Since Qionghua Building, these people in Changsha City have been vaguely headed by Lin Qian. strong cohesion.

Zhang Zehan looked very good. When Lin Qian came out, he was chatting and laughing happily with several other young masters. It seemed that he was like a fish in water these days.

He was about to go up to say something to Lin Qian, but was dissuaded by Li Changce's look. In the end, he just clenched his fist on his chest from afar and made a cheering gesture. Lin Qian smiled back.

The Wangfu was originally on Qishengyuan Street, and the government school was also on Qishengyuan Street. The government examination was held in the school. The group of people walked to the gate of the school in less than a quarter of an hour.

At this time, a lot of people had gathered outside the school, some sent their students to take the exam, and some were looking for business opportunities and selling breakfast on the sidelines.

In front of the gate of Fuxue stood a group of chilling soldiers, obviously the elite of Fucheng.

The students entering the government school are being searched and checked before they are released.

"come on!"

Lin Xinyun put the pastry and the package containing pen, ink, paper and inkstone into Lin Qian's hands, and said to Lin Qian with bright eyes that she believed that her second brother would be able to go to high school this time.

Lin Qian and several other students from Changsha City clasped their hands together to salute Li Changce and the others before walking towards the gate of the prefectural school.

The leader of the soldiers seemed to know Lin Qian. After he clasped his fists at Lin Qian, he began to search him. He still had to do the necessary checks, even though he was Lin Qian, a poet of the Way of Heaven.

(End of this chapter)