Chapter 390:

In front of the Confucian Academy.

There are more and more students, and it is really crowded.

Moreover, although Lin Che just said that he wanted to invite 3,000 students to serve as officials, this was definitely not enough.

There are more than 70,000 to 80,000 students in the entire Confucian Academy.

It was a simple and easy-to-understand speech, but I always felt like something was missing.

"Lin Daru, your poetic talent is unparalleled. Please write a poem for us."

"Right, right, right. Let's have another war poem! This time, please go to the Mingzhi stage!"

Lin Che wrote two war poems, but was stopped by Mo Zhaoxue and could not go up to the Mingzhi Platform.

This matter was brought up every few days, and every student cursed Mo Zhaoxue.

Now they finally have another chance.

"Lin Daru, please!"

Lin Che saw that if he wanted to have a steady stream of scholars to help him in the future, he had to do something like this to show off his prowess in front of others.

"good--"

"Then I'll make a fool of myself."

Lin Che climbed up the Mingzhi Platform step by step. Wherever he looked, he saw Confucian scholars everywhere.

From now on, these will all be his cattle and horses... they will all be his capable men.

Buzz!!

A burst of righteous energy erupted, and Lin Che, bathed in holy light, spoke in a deep voice:

"Today, I was inspired to write a poem to encourage learning."

"The emperor values ​​heroes, and teaches you how to write."

"All things are inferior, only reading is superior."

Just these four sentences caused a huge sensation.

These are all scholars. They don’t know how to do anything else except reading.

Lin Che didn't give them time to cheer and continued to recite aloud:

"Study hard when you are young, and literature can establish you in life."

"The whole court is filled with scholars!"

Boom!!

There was a loud thunder in the sky and light scattered.

The students in the audience savored the speech for a while, and then burst into even more enthusiastic cheers.

"Great! Great! What a wonderful poem!"

"That's right, all other things are inferior except reading! Reading enlightens people, teaching and educating people, that's the highest quality!"

"Mr. Lin really hit the nail on the head. The future for us scholars is to rise in government and benefit the people."

"I really wasted my time before. From today on, I will make this my goal and study hard."

Ji Bu also spoke loudly: "Such a poem encouraging learning should be engraved on Mingzhitai so that all students can see it. So that they will study hard!"

Buzz!!!

Unexpectedly, a surge of righteousness erupted from the crowd, and the student achieved a breakthrough on the spot.

I really benefited a lot.

Lin Che bowed to everyone around him and was about to leave the stage.

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came from the sky, which was endless. Just listening to the voice made people feel like they were receiving a soul baptism.

"Poetry can be passed down through the ages. Truly a young man of great promise!"

When this voice came, all the excited students trembled, and even the great scholars showed shock.

“The Confucian Sage—it’s the voice of the Confucian Sage!”

"The Confucian Sage has awakened!"

"Go and see the Confucian Sage immediately."

Swish, swish, swish.

Several great scholars flew away. When Ji Bu's figure was about to disappear, he remembered something and turned back.

"Mr. Lin. Let's go and pay our respects to the Confucian Sage together!"

The great Confucian scholars who were usually highly respected and never showed their emotions were also excited when they heard the voice of the Confucian sage.

You know, the Confucian sage has been wandering in the void for decades. If he hadn't been breathing, many people would have thought he was dead.

Lin Che naturally wanted to meet this legendary Confucian sage.

Not long after, a dense group of students appeared outside the Temple of Confucianism.

Several great Confucian scholars took the lead, and Lin Che followed closely behind, and together they entered the Confucian Sage Temple.

Lin Che finally got to meet this world-famous Confucian sage.

Many new silver notes and even some gold-inlaid knives in the world are blessed by this Confucian saint.

To a certain extent, the Confucian sage in it can actually print money.

"Students pay their respects to the Confucian Sage Muli—"

Lin Che also bowed, "Greetings to the Confucian Sage Muli."

The Confucian sage Mu Li does not look like an otherworldly sage, and he doesn't even have much righteousness.

At first glance, Lin Che thought he was just a...country farmer.

That’s right, he looked like an ordinary old man, with gray hair and age spots all over his face. He was not thin and was quite tall.

However, when she saw his eyes, Lin Che was slightly surprised. Those eyes were deep and wise, like stars in the sky, as if they could see through everything in the world.

"Everyone, please sit down!"

Mu Li spoke calmly, like an elder talking to a younger person.

These great scholars did not hesitate to sit down on the ground.

Lin Che naturally followed.

"You wrote that poem just now encouraging learning, didn't you? It's incredibly talented and thought-provoking. What's your name?"

Lin Che said respectfully, "Sage, your compliments are unmerited. I am your disciple Lin Che."

In Confucianism, the wise are the teachers.

Although the Confucian sage had never taught him anything, there was nothing wrong with Lin Che calling himself a student.

Muli Rusheng nodded and stretched out his hand to grab in the air.

With a whoosh, a ray of light flew out from the hall and landed in his hand.

It is a brush that is as big as three fingers of the thumb.

"Let literature convey truth, and let ink and brush give form to reality!"

"You wrote a poem encouraging learning for the academy, and you have already become a great scholar. This shows your talent and hard work."

"This pen is for you."

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