I Become A Saint By Studying

Lin Yi was in a daze.

Wei Zhongjun didn't bother, but soon he couldn't take it anymore, and said to Lin Yi, "Scholar Lin, let's go in and talk, I'm cold..."

Only then did Lin Yi come to his senses, and hurriedly led Wei Zhongjun into Tianshuyuan.

Sure enough, after entering Tianshu Yuan, the cold wind could not blow in, and there were stoves burning in every corner.

The entire Tianshuyuan is warm and warm, like two worlds with the outside world.

Wei Zhongjun felt much more comfortable, looked at Lin Yi with a smile, and said, "I'm only at the eighth rank, and I can't bear it if I go outside for an hour at most."

He then looked at Lin Yi curiously and asked how he got into the city.

"Those who can walk freely outside are at least sixth rank Confucian scholars... Bachelor Lin, are you sixth rank?"

Wei Zhongjun was terrified. A few months ago, Lin Yi was preparing for the provincial examination, and he was only in the eighth grade of Cultivation Base. Now he is already in the sixth rank?

In a few months, I have gone the way of others for several years.

evildoer!

Lin Yi shook his head and said, "No, it's just a cultural treasure bestowed on him."

"The capital city is still full of opportunities. My father asked me to join the imperial court, but with my qualifications, it is difficult..."

Wei Zhongjun smiled wryly, and said, "Tie the horse to the stove, and I'll take you to see Zhifu Song and Dean He."

"kindness!"

Lin Yi planned to take Wei Zhongjun and the others to the capital after the disaster, and train them well, as a reward for the dedication of the veterans.

...

In the main hall of Tianshu Academy.

Song Zhili, the magistrate of Nanxiang Prefecture, is convening thousands of households in the guard and the director He Weijun and others to discuss the next way.

"Dean He, you must have noticed that this is not a natural disaster, but someone targeting Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion. The opponent's strength is not weak, and they can take advantage of the general trend of the world..."

The prefect of Song has one head and two big ones.

He realized it later, and thought it was a rare natural disaster in hundreds of years, but he didn't expect that it was someone behind the scenes.

The people of Nanxiang Mansion also had a hard life, they just got out of the demon incident, and they were going to live a good year with peace of mind, but they encountered this incident again.

"Well, if it was a natural disaster, I, He Wancheng and Zheng Zhiqiu would be able to turn the tide by joining forces, but we all failed... The people behind the scenes must have at least a third rank, and they may not be human!"

He Weijun said solemnly, "The monster race is born with spirituality, and naturally communicates with the heaven and the earth. What we can do now is to bear it hard and bear the people from the court..."

"In other places, there are He Wancheng and Zheng Zhiqiu, and there is an old man here in Fucheng, who can hold on for a while."

"Judging from the current situation, the enemy has made such a big battle, and it is not much better than us. Maybe we can find them before they recover their strength and solve the matter from the source!"

He Weijun gave his judgment and opinion. Generally speaking, the future situation is not optimistic.

The other party is not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet, but behind them are the lives of thousands of people.

"Dean He!"

"Master Song!"

While He Weijun was discussing with Song Zhili and others, someone greeted them.

The voice is very familiar.

Swish!

Everyone looked over, and saw a young man in brocade clothes, led by Long Wei Wei Zhongjun, into the hall.

"Lin... Lin Yi!"

"Bachelor Lin?"

He Weijun was moved, he got up and greeted him, and said with a smile, "Good boy, you beat the younger generation in the capital, got the provincial examination Jieyuan in the capital, and wrote a masterpiece of Mingfu, which was not given to the elders in Nanxiangfu. Folks Losing face."

But then he became worried and asked, "Why did you come back to Nanxiang Mansion? Where's your book boy?"

Lin Yi felt a lot better when he saw his old friend, and he didn't hide anything. He said in a serious voice, "President He, on behalf of your Majesty, I will come to the south for inspection. Now, on behalf of the imperial court, I thank you for your devotion to the people of Nanxiang Mansion!"

Lin Yi bowed to He Weijun.

As the dean of the academy, He Weijun is originally a member of the Holy Academy, but he took the initiative to intervene in the secular world to help the people of Nanxiang Prefecture. He is worthy of respect.

"You are a big ass, and you still represent the imperial court?"

He Weijun shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then said seriously, "Come back to business, you said that you are the only one who came to inspect the south on behalf of your majesty? What is your majesty's attitude towards the disaster situation in Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion?"

Song Zhifu's ears perked up, and hundreds of households in the guard also surrounded him.

"His Majesty sent thousands of reinforcements, but something happened on the way, I let them deal with it before going on the road!"

Lin Yi told about his stay at the inn in front of the government officials.

It has the meaning of beating and reminding.

Song Zhifu and thousands of households in the guards all turned pale at that time, thinking whether they had done this in their hearts.

"Your Majesty can't sleep all night, and has always been concerned about the disaster situation in the two southern provinces. For this reason, he also held accountable the Minister of the Household Department, Ning Zimin, and asked him to return to his hometown after his official post."

"It's not easy for the imperial court. The higher ups are doing their best to provide disaster relief, but the relief materials and funds always have to go through various governments. The imperial court can't guarantee that all the supplies will arrive here. They can only find them and deal with them together."

"But the human heart is a bottomless pit..."

Lin Yi conveyed His Majesty's concern for the people in the disaster area to He Weijun, Song Zhifu and others.

These words lifted everyone's spirits.

Some people cry because of this.

It turned out that it wasn't that His Majesty had forgotten Nanxiang Mansion, but that there were traitors and traitors acting as demons, causing them to misunderstand the court and His Majesty.

"You didn't lie to the old man?"

He Weijun always felt that Lin Yi had taken advantage of what Lin Yi said so well to King Dayan and the court.

Lin Yi suddenly played a wicked joke, and said with a wry smile, "Can the students lie to Dean He? Your Majesty even sent the crown prince here. Do you think His Majesty doesn't care?"

"what!"

"what?"

"His Royal Highness is here? Where is His Highness?"

He Weijun, Song Zhifu and all the officials were frightened, and asked where His Highness the Crown Prince was.

They totally believed it.

If His Majesty didn't care about the disaster situation in Nanxiang Mansion, how could he send the Crown Prince here.

How risky is this?

"You will know when the time comes. The top priority now is to ensure the survival of the people, and at the same time investigate the traces of the demons from the Human Dao Sect and the Wan Yao Kingdom."

Lin Yi looked at He Weijun and said, "Dean He, how long can your calligraphy skills last?"

"About two hours."

He Weijun looked at Lin Yi in surprise, and said, "How do you know that people from Human Dao Sect and Wan Yao Kingdom are acting as demons?"

"Someone came to Beijing with clues."

Lin Yi thought of Luo Hongling, and thought he should take her with him. He then asked, "Dean He, calligraphy and calligraphy can manifest the fierce sun, but can poetry do that?"

"Poetry is to cultivate talent and improve the Cultivation Base, it is not a technique! But painting and calligraphy are techniques..."

He Weijun shook his head.

Lin Yi was a little disappointed, he had prepared dozens of poems about the sun.

He Weijun then grinned and said, "However, Lin Xueshi, your poems can be a talent for this old man, and can extend the time limit of painting..."

"Even as long as there are enough poetic talents, the old man might be able to draw the ten-day horizontal sky diagram in the Fiery Sun Diagram!"

"..."

Lin Yi fell silent.