Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Back at the Earl's Mansion, Chen Luo finally woke up a bit because of the return journey.

After confirming with Xiao Shiyuan, the title of "Servant Reading" that His Majesty Daxuan later conferred was a false title. However, because the Royal Family Library is located in the Imperial City, the hidden function of this title is to be able to freely enter and exit the Imperial Palace.

It's just that he has nothing to do in the palace? No acquaintances either. Or those rewards are more real.

Thinking of this, Chen Luo glanced at the team of eunuchs who were carrying things to the earl's mansion, with a rippling smile on his face.

Silkworm brocade, a special product of Wan Yaoguo, does not get wet when exposed to water, does not burn when exposed to fire, and does not stain when exposed to dust. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. In the market a thousand pieces of gold, and often priceless.

"Take it and make more than a dozen suits for Chen Xuan. By the way, Xiaohuan's girl will also make several clothes, but I don't know if she would like to wear a maid outfit. She has to look like a little loli..."

Compared with the silkworm brocade, the ten pieces of blood and ink are more valuable. According to Ji Zhong's introduction, it was made from the blood of the barbarians that were captured alive. Writing Yawen with savage blood and ink will increase the power of heaven.

The savage ink that he was rewarded was the seventh grade, that is, it was made with the heart and blood of the seventh grade stubborn stubborn, which was equivalent to the Confucian sect's "achievement of poetry".

Under the background of the current human race, a piece of rank seven barbarian blood ink in his hand can sell one hundred thousand taels of silver at will.

In addition, he just found out that his "A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui" actually still has royalties to take. The figure given by Xiao Shiyuan is no less than 100,000 taels of silver per month. Moreover, the power of Heaven is limited, and there will be absolutely no piracy.

The writer of the book finally stood up!

If it hadn't been for the cultivation of the mortal qi, there would be some new news, just eat and wait for the dead girl to die.

"Bao, I'm eating noodles, what noodles? It suddenly appeared in your heart!"

Ah, life, the ups and downs are too fast, it is really exciting!

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At the same time, Nan Yuanxi never dreamed that he would actually board the forum of Zheliu Academy!

After waking up early, Master Wang personally found him, invited him to Zheliu Academy, and repeated "Du Shiniang Angry in the Hundred Treasure Chest", Nanyuan Xi wanted to refuse, but the other party gave too much——

Recommend him as an honorary lecturer of Zheliu Academy!

Brilliant ancestors!

Besides, Wan Anbo wanted to start a new newspaper, wouldn't it be ten times more sensational to become famous in Zheliu Academy than to wake up early.

Thinking of this, Nan Yuanxi agreed.

Now looking at the crowd of people under the stage, he can't help but feel a little weak in his legs, who has always been calm.

These people are not the common people in the Beifeng Building, these are the seeds of Daxuan's reading!

Students who can enter Zheliu Academy, as long as they don't die in the middle, they are guaranteed to be in the master state, and even a few great scholars are normal.

And he, who was stuck for half his life, only borrowed "Du Shiniang's Angrily Sinking Hundred Treasure Box" today, and he was promoted to a semi-old Confucian scholar in the poetry realm.

Today, he actually stood on the sacred text pulpit of Zheliu Academy!

This is not a classroom, but the Shengwen Square of Zheliu Academy. Only when the great Confucianism speaks, will the pulpit be raised.

Even if the great Confucian ancestor of his family was resurrected from the dead, he was just standing in his current position.

This is all thanks to Chen Luo's gift!

"Wan Anbo, I, Nan Yuanxi, may serve you in this life..."

Nan Yuanxi thought of Chen Luo, took a deep breath, and suppressed his excitement. Today, he must make a name for Wan An Bo!

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"It's absurd." One of the masters complained to another on the edge of the bustling Shengwen Square, "This Wang Qifeng usually acts out of line, so why is it so absurd today, he even brought Mr. Saiwen into the academy and even persuaded him to do so. The deputy head of the academy started the Shengwen pulpit. If this is spread, my Zheliu Academy will definitely be discredited!"

Another person nodded in agreement: "Exactly! He Wang Qifeng relied on the preference of the head of the school, and used to instill some unruly remarks to the students. I have endured it again and again. Today's morning class, I should have been in the yellow grade. Class A, B, and C break down the morning paper, and he actually takes everyone out to wake up early, really hateful!"

At this time, the third master came over, heard the conversation between the two, frowned slightly, and said, "Zhou Hongda, Xue Jinfeng, you two should not talk about people behind their backs. Although Qi Feng is a bit out of the way, he never loses the style of a gentleman. Besides, it is also the joint decision of the three vice presidents to launch the Shengwen Forum for Mr. Shuowen today, so there must be something special about Mr. Wen."

The master called "Zhou Hongda" snorted coldly: "It's just Mr. Wen, what can be extraordinary! I have heard about Nanyuanxi, but he is a desolate Confucian scholar, living in the land of Yanliu, relying on his clever tongue to roam the north Fenglou. The market calls Mr. Nan, is it really Mr.?"

The master named "Xue Jinfeng" also echoed: "Ziting, although the three deputy capitals agreed to start the Shengwen pulpit, I heard that it was the result of Wang Qifeng's pressing with the name of the text. Look at it, today will be I have been humiliated by Liu Academy for a day! It is a pity that the head of the academy was called to Wenchang Pavilion early in the morning, otherwise this would definitely not have happened.”

Master Yang Ziting, who was arguing for Master Wang, wanted to say more when a cold snort suddenly sounded behind him. The three of them turned back and saw a fat old man walking slowly. The three of them were startled and hurriedly saluted: "I have seen the vice president."

This person is one of the vice presidents of Zheliu Academy, a great scholar, Tian Kun Tian Haiyi!

"Don't you want to talk nonsense~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Tian Yuanshou said lightly, "Wang Qifeng did not push him by the name of the text, but guaranteed by the name of the text. "

Yang Ziting asked in surprise, "What's the guarantee?"

Tian Haiyi looked at Nan Yuanxi, who was standing on the rostrum: "He guarantees that Mr. Nan will speak an ancient text, which will be of great benefit to my students."

Zhou Hongda frowned slightly, and said, "I see that Nan Yuanxi is full of uprightness and emptiness, so he should have been promoted to the realm of poetry. It is so difficult to become poetry, so how come there is a long-lasting strange text?"

Xue Jinfeng said in agreement, "Exactly! Poetry can be obtained by chance, and this wondrous writing is not something that can be accomplished overnight!"

Tian Haiyi shook his head slightly: "The author of the novel is not him, but Wan Anbo Chen Luo."

"Wan Anbo?" Yang Ziting thought about it, "But the author of "The Brief Biography of Zhong Kui"?"

"Exactly!" Tian Haiyi nodded, "If it weren't for the author, I would not have accepted Wang Qifeng's guarantee."

"But..." Zhou Hongda said, "Even if it's Wan Anbo, it's nothing more than a piece of "Zhong Kui Biography". Apart from his ability to ward off ghosts, his literary talent is nothing more than that!"

Tian Haiyi looked at Zhou Hongda and said, "Do you know why the head of the hospital was called to Wenchang Pavilion early in the morning?"

"What's the matter?"

"It's Wan Anbo, who can't speak Chinese so well. Today, there is a rare righteous poem in the courthouse of Shuangshi Town. The minister of the text personally issued the order, and gathered the heads of the major academies to discuss the popularization. "

Zhou Hongda's expression froze.

Tian Haiyi sighed slightly and walked away slowly.

I saw Zhou Hongda's face was blushing, and after holding it for a long time, he said, "Then I will listen to it. Is it worth my Zheliu Academy to open the sacred text forum? "

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