"This should be the great scholar Ji Bu..."
Lin Che lightly grasped it, and the righteous energy around him condensed together, transforming into a thousand paper cranes emitting light.
"Jibu Master—Junior Lin Che, excuse me for disturbing you!"
With a whoosh.
The thousand paper cranes flapped their wings around Lin Che, spun twice, and then suddenly disappeared into thin air.
In the main tent, Lin Che slowly opened his eyes, feeling a surge of excitement.
Is this a success?
Is this the Wanli Sound Transmission?
I don’t know if Mr. Ji Bu received it?
And at this moment.
In the distant Tiandu City, in the Confucian Academy.
Ji Bu, Shi Shangliu and a group of Confucian students gathered in the Purple Bamboo Forest to study poetry together.
"He killed millions of soldiers in the world, and the spear in his hand was still bloody. What a courage!"
"Scholars of my generation should have such ambitions! Looking down upon the world! In the court, they say this is a rebellious poem. Humph, a bunch of uneducated villagers in the mountains, what do they know? Pah!"
The great scholar Ji Bu simply cursed the shameless behavior of the officials in the court.
Many students are also indignant.
Why should the Confucians be branded and cursed like this when they see a genius rising up?
"Teacher, I heard that Senior Brother Lin has entered the Confucian realm of 'Hao Ran' (Great Body) because of this poem. Is this true?"
"We all know of Senior Brother Lin's incredible talent. But, at such a young age, can he achieve the status of a righteous being?"
Many students have doubts in their hearts.
They themselves have been in the academy for many years, and most of them have not yet developed the noble spirit. How can Lin Che, who has never entered a Confucian academy, be called a great scholar?
This is impossible?
Even Ji Bu shook his head slightly at this.
"That little Lin Che. Haha, he's truly talented, a once-in-a-century talent. I also believe that if he's given another thirty years, he'll definitely achieve the status of a virtuous person and be honored as a great scholar."
"But now. After all, you are still too young. The noble spirit needs to be nurtured. You guys, don't be impatient. There is no shortcut to studying."
Right at this moment.
With a whoosh.
Right in front of the great scholar Ji Bu, a thousand paper cranes appeared out of thin air...
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