Chapter 358: Writing Poetry Is Not that Easy, Mr. Yi Who Broke Through the Literary Giant

"If you lift a person with nine fingers, your Jinshi achievements will be right before your eyes."

Ci Song replied calmly that his cultivation level had improved too quickly. Although this was a good thing, if he behaved too outrageously, he would definitely attract the attention of the First Master Palace.

By then, if the Wen Yun Orb is discovered on his body, I am afraid that the First Master Palace will send people to besiege him.

"Huh? It turns out that your cultivation level is even higher than mine."

Zhuang Diemeng looked at Ci Song in surprise, then sighed and said: "It's better to use poetry to ink. You only need to write poetry to improve your cultivation. There is no need to recite the Heart Sutra like us Taoist students. ”

Ci Song sighed softly, "Do you think writing poetry is really easy? In the past, there was an ancestor who stood in the snow for a long time in the cold winter, wearing single clothes and thin fur, just to write one word."

"But I heard from Sister Yao'er that if you recite a poem at random, it can be praised for thousands of years, and it is all written into poems. It only took more than a year to go from an ordinary person who has not yet entered the ink to several breakthroughs in a row. It’s not difficult for you to write poems when you reach the realm of Juren, right?”

"Difficult, very difficult." When Zhuang Diemeng heard this, she turned to look at Ci Song, but she saw a faint look of helplessness lingering between his eyebrows. She didn't understand why Ci Song showed such emotion, but Didn't even ask.

Soon, Ci Song took her through various buildings in the academy and came to an attic with three characters "Dean's Pavilion" written on it.

"Dean's Pavilion? Why did you bring me here?" Zhuang Diemeng looked at Ci Song in confusion.

"I said, I came here this time after receiving a notice from the dean, and I came here to take the entrance examination, and sightseeing was the second priority." Ci Song replied.

"I see, I almost forgot about your business."

When Zhuang Diemeng heard this, he stuck out his tongue and made an apologetic expression.

"Let's go in."

After that, Ci Song took the lead and walked into the dean's pavilion. When he entered the attic, he saw that the usually empty dean's pavilion was full of gentlemen. Dean Yan Zhengze was sitting in the center, and they were all talking to each other. They were communicating, but when Ci Song and Zhuang Diemeng came in, everyone stopped talking and looked at the two of them.

"Student Ci Song, I have met all of you gentlemen."

"Taoist disciple Zhuang Diemeng has met all of you gentlemen."

Ci Song and Zhuang Diemeng bowed their hands to all the gentlemen present.

"Ci Song, today is your entrance exam. Why did you bring this little girl with you?"

Yan Zheng glanced at Zhuang Diemeng, and then asked Ci Song Dao.

Before Ci Song could answer, Zhuang Diemeng said: "When Diemeng was at the Taoist Temple, he heard that Yan Sheng Academy's academic style was free and tolerant of all things. Diemeng had admired it for a long time and had long wanted to come and observe. So I wanted to take advantage of the Ci Song entrance exam to come here."

A faint smile appeared on Yan Zheng's face, "I have heard from Mr. Ning a long time ago that the Taoist butterfly dream is very cute and cute. Now that I see it, it is true."

"Mr. Ning? Could it be Ning Changsheng, Brother Ning?" Zhuang Diemeng wondered in his heart. "Okay, enough chatter, let's start the entrance exam!"

Yan Zheng smiled, looked at Ci Song, and said: "Ci Song, originally the entrance exam for first-year students only requires one teacher to invigilate the exam, but in order to show that the college attaches great importance to you, I convened a proctor for this exam. Half of the teachers in the college will come to invigilate the exam, and the scale is the same as when you first entered. "

"Thank you, Dean, for your attention. I wonder what the content of this exam is?"

"The content of the exam is also very simple, that is..."

"Dean, wait a minute."

At this moment, a middle-aged man was seen walking into the Dean's Pavilion, and then saluted Yan Zheng and everyone present.

Ci Song looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and felt that he looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"Mr. Yi, why are you here?" Yan Zheng looked at the middle-aged man curiously and asked curiously.

"Dean, there was a conflict in the college. One of them has been seriously injured and is dying, so I came here specially to inform him of the matter."

The middle-aged man bowed his hands to Yan Zheng.

"What? There was a conflict?"

Hearing this, Yan Zheng showed anger on his face, and then asked: "How is the seriously injured student doing now?"

"I have been sent to the hospital for treatment and my life is safe, but my bones and muscles are broken and I will need to stay in bed for at least half a year," Mr. Yi said.

Hearing this, Yan Zheng turned to look at Ci Song and said softly: "Ci Song, this perpetrator can't be you, right?"

"Uh...hehehe."

Ci Song smiled awkwardly. He was embarrassed not because he hit Fang Zhongyong, but because when something happened, the dean immediately suspected that he had done it.

"I knew it."

Yan Zheng helped his forehead helplessly, and then said: "Mr. Yi, you can handle this matter."

"yes."

The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at Ci Song angrily, and said, "Ci Song, have you been too harsh on your classmates? I have heard the details of this matter clearly from others. It is indeed Fang Zhongyong who is at fault." First of all, you can definitely ask your husband to handle this matter. Why do you have to deal with it so harshly that you almost beat him to death? "

When Ci Song and the middle-aged man looked at each other, Ci Song finally recognized the true identity of the man in front of him, "Mr. Yi, how come you have become so much younger? Have you become a literary giant?"

This middle-aged man is none other than Mr. Yi Fusheng. He originally looked to be at least in his fifties, with some wrinkles on his face, but when I saw him again and again, his face looked very young. , there is no wrinkle on his face, his hair is black and thick, and he exudes a vigorous atmosphere. He looks to be in his early thirties at most.

Yi Fusheng didn't expect that Ci Song would suddenly ask him this question, and he replied politely: "Thanks to Master Mirage Long's blessing, it made up for my lost talent, allowing me to take the last step and break through to the realm of literary giants."

"Congratulations, Mr. Yi." Ci Song congratulated Yi Fusheng with his hands in hand.

"We'll talk about these things later. Let's resolve today's conflict first. The academy is causing trouble. According to the academy's regulations, you should be expelled from the academy and never hired. Fang Zhongyong did it first. He should bear most of the blame, but now he is seriously injured by you. , if the academy kicks him out of the academy at this time, it would not be in line with the academic style of the academy, so I plan to suppress the matter. "

"So I came here to ask for your consent. If you are willing to forgive Fang Zhongyong, then this matter will be over. I will ask him to apologize to you afterwards. If you don't agree, then I will follow the rules of the academy. "Yi Fusheng said to Ci Song.

"Mr. Yi, isn't it good for us to discuss openly and openly in front of the dean whether we should ignore the college's regulations?"

Ci Song originally thought that Mr. Yi was here to ask questions, but he didn't expect that he would negotiate terms with him openly.

"It doesn't matter, husband's rules are to die; people are to live. I believe Mr. Yi."

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