Literati Sanctification

Chapter 9
In the early morning of the next day, when Heng Xiulin got up, his parents had already left the house early. It was about yesterday's incident, which made them extremely distressed. Now they are going out to find a solution. Thinking of this, Heng Xiulin frowned wrinkled.

The prepared breakfast was heating up in the pot. After Heng Xiulin ate briefly, he carried his schoolbag and walked towards the academy.

After a while, Heng Xiulin walked to the place where the academy was located. After looking up at the four big characters of Shuilan Academy, Heng Xiulin didn't move, and walked in directly. After a while, he came to his in the classroom.

When Heng Xiulin stepped into the classroom, everyone was quiet for a while, and then returned to normal. They were shocked by Heng Xiulin's original poem yesterday, which made them all feel that they were not as good as Heng Xiulin.

But afterward, they all came back to their senses, so what if they could write original poems?It's just one song, what about after that?If you can't write articles with literary spirit, and you can't open the literary palace, you will just be useless in this life.

When everyone thought of this, they naturally ignored Heng Xiulin again.

"Jibo, he's here. Do we want to continue with our plan yesterday?"

A student saw Heng Xiulin stepping in, then turned his head and said to Jibo, looking at Heng Xiulin in front of him with a playful look in his eyes, thinking about how to trick this guy there.

"Of course I have to continue. I lost so much face yesterday, how can I not find some ground!"

Hearing this, Ji Bo's eyes turned cold, and then he said sinisterly, "It just so happens that Yang Yunxiao is not here, but this time, no one can protect him. That guy Yang Yunxiao probably cannot protect himself now!"

Thinking of the past, this Yang Yunxiao was against him everywhere, Ji Bo's eyes suddenly flashed a haze, but thinking of this guy's current situation, he immediately raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile.

This guy, if his family can't pass this test, I'm afraid he will become an ordinary family in the future, and he still has the heart to make trouble for himself, I really don't know what it means!
"Okay, after the break, we will follow the plan."

When Dai Mingzhong heard the words, he nodded directly, and then sneered, thinking of what was about to happen, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

The teaching of literati is very different from Heng Xiulin's previous life. One class is used to write articles, using one's own literary spirit to write articles.

During this kind of class, the school also prepares high-quality ink to assist the students in their practice. It is difficult to start from scratch, but with this kind of ink, the improvement of literary spirit can be accelerated.

And this kind of ink is extremely expensive, so it is extremely expensive to cultivate a literati, not only the literary articles needed for reading, but also some things that are used in daily life are extremely expensive Incomparable.

And those articles, after being read repeatedly by students with literary spirit, can get in touch with those literary spirit at close range, then understand it, perceive it, and finally students can successfully write articles with literary spirit.

It's just that, after these articles are read repeatedly, the literary spirit inside will be exhausted. It is a consumable, which is extremely expensive in the first place, and now it is a consumable, and the added burden is naturally heavy. Not a lot.

And these are only part of it, so it is no exaggeration to say that it is absolutely a lot of money to cultivate a literati.

The more resources provided, the faster the growth rate will be.

But right now, this class is writing literary articles. This kind of thing can be greatly improved with more practice, but the current Heng Xiulin can't write such literary articles at all. coming.

Heng Xiulin looked at the incomparably pitch-black font on the words, and the corners of his mouth twitched immediately after the literary spirit emerged.

It seems that this literary palace has been polluted, and it is true that it is impossible to write such articles anymore. Heng Xiulin sighed. When he wrote the peach blossom poem yesterday, he could clearly feel the feeling of the literary spirit, but Right now, he can still feel it, but when he wants to sway it down, he feels vaguely, as if blocked by something.

Under such circumstances, Heng Xiulin naturally thought of Wen Gong, which blocked his literary spirit.

This is a trouble, if the Wen Qi cannot be welled up, then the Wen Palace will not be able to open at that time, this matter is certain, Heng Xiulin frowned and thought in his heart.

Although there are many poems in his mind, if the Palace of Literature cannot be opened, then what is the use of writing such poems?

Yesterday, he could clearly feel that when the literary qi condensed and appeared, part of the literary qi poured into his literary palace, but it was blocked. After all, the literary qi that emerged from the poems were all weakened a bit.

This made Heng Xiulin very upset. If the matter of the Wen Palace cannot be resolved, the poems he writes in the future will be surpassed by others, and he himself feels sorry for those literary giants in his previous life.

It is plagiarizing their poems, and now they are embarrassing their poems here, even if Heng Xiulin has a thick skin, he can't accept such a thing.

Besides, if the Palace of Literature cannot be opened, he will have nothing to do with literati in the future, so what's the point of writing those poems? But he knows that if the Palace of Literature can be opened and the influence of literature can be used, it will be easy to prolong life of.

It is also because of this that literati are so popular, and it is not just because literati can suppress those ghosts!

"Look, that Heng Xiulin really can't write literary articles!"

Dai Mingzhong on the side looked at the article on Heng Xiulin's desk, and he could see very clearly the mass of pitch-black characters. He was delighted at the corner of his eyes, and quickly said to Jibo on the side.

When Jibo heard this, he immediately raised his head. After seeing the article on Heng Xiulin's desk, a look of joy flashed across his face. Now he was more sure about the next thing!

That guy, let yourself lose face yesterday, just wait for today, let's have a taste of it too!
There was a gloomy look in Jibo's eyes, then he lowered his head again and continued to write the article in front of him. Regarding Heng Xiulin's matter, he will make his own arrangements later.

(End of this chapter)