Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Chapter 72: The new newspaper is coming (finally)

"Yang Houye!" An angry shout came in from outside the study, and soon the door of the study was pushed open, and a majestic middle-aged man in a sixth-grade official uniform walked in with a bamboo stick in his hand.

Yang Houye, who was transcribing classics, saw the person coming, got up quickly, and gave a salute: "Father!"

This Yang Houye looked like he was in his twenties, his eyebrows were like swords, and he was handsome. At this time, when he saw his father calling him with an angry face, he did not dodge and planned to take the stick.

In the end, it was his own son who had grown old, but Father Yang couldn't bear it. The bamboo stick stopped three inches from Yang Houye's cheek.

At this time, Yang Houye's mother rushed over anxiously. Seeing this scene, she rushed forward and stood in front of Yang Houye: "Master, what are you doing? How did Hou Ye provoke you!"

After reaching a step, Father Yang threw the bamboo stick in his hand to the ground and pointed at Yang Houye: "Did you resign from the job of copying and writing in the Wenchang Pavilion?"

Yang Houye nodded: "Yes."

"You...you...you're so mad at the old man..." Father Yang sat down angrily, "You know how many times the old man owes you this job for you! I'm really mad at the old man..."

Mother Yang glanced back at Yang Houye, walked up to Father Yang's chest, and comforted her with a soft voice: "Master, isn't it just an errand? Our son is in the top ten of the academy, and he can start his career next year. Sooner or later, he will have to resign. ."

"What do you know?" Father Yang scolded, "Wenchang Pavilion is a copywriter, and the "Wenbao" is published all over the world. As a copywriter, you will naturally have a bit of enlightenment. It will be of great benefit to his future development. !"

Saying that, Father Yang looked at Yang Houye again: "Tell me, why did you quit this job!"

Yang Houye gave a respectful salute again, and explained without haste or slow; "Back to my father, the boy has taken another post, and he has errands every seven days, and he doesn't want to be distracted, so he resigned from the Wenchang Pavilion Transcript Division. "

"What job post?" Father Yang was even more angry and asked while suppressing his anger.

"Wan Anbo wants to start a new newspaper, and he needs someone who 'writes a thousand words' to transcribe his articles. Eight academies in China and Beijing have contracted this errand and sent it to the students to complete it. The boy is one of those who have passed the academy's assessment and obtained the qualification to transcribe. one."

"You're going to **** me off!" Father Yang pushed Mother Yang away, and picked up the bamboo stick on the ground, "A count who came out of nowhere was dancing with words, but you actually..." Father Yang's bamboo stick was halfway through and suddenly stopped. , "You mean, Wan Amber?"

"Exactly!"

Father Yang calmed down instantly, and the bamboo stick in his hand slowly fell. Not to mention, the master Yang Ziting who was promoted because of "Du Shiniang" is his younger brother.

Regarding this uncle, there have been rumors in the official circles, saying that "a piece of writing shines a willow, and two poems shake the hall."

"But..." Father Yang hesitated for a long time and said, "Then I shouldn't quit..."

It's just that before Father Yang's words were finished, Yang Houye seemed to sense something, and took out a jade token from his sleeve, and the jade token flashed with blue light. Yang Houye hurriedly bowed again: "Father, the academy is urgently summoned, Wan Anbo's essay is about to start transcribing. The boy will retire first, and come back to receive the punishment..."

After Yang Houye finished speaking, he rushed out of the study. Father Yang stood there blankly, stared at the bamboo stick in his hand, and fell to the ground angrily.

Almost at the same time, students living in various parts of the Central Capital ran out of their homes and ran to their respective academies.

……

Red Sleeve Academy.

Inside the Qingyun Tower, Yingying Yanyan, a Confucian woman from Yishui, is very eye-catching.

The serious-looking female Master walked in, and all the Confucian scholars got up quickly, bowed and said, "See the Master."

The female master nodded slightly, motioned everyone to sit down, then waved his long sleeves, and dots of light flew out from the female master's sleeves and fell in front of the women, turning into a pile of manuscripts.

"This is the first copy of "Swordsman" written by Wan Anbo, the master of the academy. There is paper in the table, and you can start transcribing. Words. If anyone finds them, they will be severely punished. Let's get started!"

The female Confucian scholars quickly picked up the manuscript and read it. For this "writing a thousand words", it is necessary to do a "belly draft" first. The so-called "belly draft" is to completely memorize the content of the article, and then cooperate with the calligraphy skills of "writing the dragon and snake" in a bold and upright manner, in order to achieve rapid transcription.

For a while, it was quiet in the Qingyun Building, and only some people could be heard reading in a low voice.

Cheng Diefei has never seen such an article, the writing is smooth and the characters are distinct. The rich young master who started the scene with fresh clothes and angry horses fell into a killing situation in an instant. Sadly, I don't know who the murderer is.

When Cheng Diefei saw Lin Pingzhi rushing out of the red line of death, holding a three-footed sword, and scolding the murderer, there was even a rush of blood in his heart. The young master who seems to be spoiled in the previous article has such a **** appearance.

She forgot to question where the government was here, and why there were no traces of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. What she saw were the "people" that she usually saw.

They actually have the ability to fly and escape, and they can even master power beyond ordinary people.

Swords, spears, swords and halberds, which I usually think are not very elegant, actually burst into dazzling brilliance in the collision.

Is this the world in that Wan Anbo's heart?

Cheng Diefei had already mastered the ability of "one eye and ten lines", but at this time, he read it carefully, word by word, and there were not many manuscripts sent down, only a dozen pages~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But every time she took out a page, Cheng Die began to look down. Fei Du felt that something was missing in his heart.

"Who is the murderer? Manuscript, you have to hold on!"

The female master looked down from the podium, and no one was using "One Eye and Thousand Actions", all of them were reciting carefully, and a burst of pleasure rose in her heart: These little girls, when you see the out of context, you will be able to understand us masters previous state of mind.

Sure enough, when the last sentence of "How could he Qingcheng faction use my Lin family's swordsmanship to ward off evil" appeared, the air in the entire transcription room suddenly stagnant, and then there were shouts of anger.

"Is it gone? Why is it gone?"

"What about down there? Why isn't there any down there?"

"Wan Anbo, have you ever tasted the pink fist?"

"Master, I won't transcribe it, I'm going to find Wan Anbo!"

"Go together, go together..."

Cheng Diefei carefully closed the document and picked up the brush.

"Can you read such an article every seven days from now on?"

"I'm really looking forward to it..."

……

Almost at the same time, other academies in Zhongjing.

"Damn it! This out of context actually forced me to say indecent words!"

"Why stop here! Wan Anbo has bad intentions!"