Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 72

“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 ing, got up quickly, and bowed: “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 on the stick.

　　In the end, it was a son that he already got when he was old, Father Yang couldn’t bear to hit him. 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!”

　　When he got to a step, Father Yang threw the bamboo stick in his hand to the ground and pointed at Yang Houye: “Did you resign from the errand of writing in Wenchang Pavilion?”

　　Yang Houye nodded: “Yes.”

　　”You…you…you are making this old man so mad…” Father Yang sat down angrily, “You know that in order to get you this job, the old man owed other people so much gratitude! I am really mad…”

　　Mother Yang glanced back at Yang Houye, walked up to Father Yang’s chest, and forted 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 needs copywriters, and the “Wenbao” newspaper is distributed 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; “Replying 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 angrier and asked while suppressing his anger.

　　”Lord of Wan An wants to start a new newspaper, and he needs someone who ‘writes a thousand words’ to transcribe his articles. Eight academies in Zhongjing contracted this errand and sent it to the students to plete it. I am one of those who passed the academy’s assessment and obtained the qualification to transcribe one..”

　　”You’re pissing 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, Lord of Wan An?”

　　”Exactly!”

　　Father Yang calmed down instantly, and the bamboo stick in his hand slowly fell. He doesn’t need to mention anything else, the master realm Yang Ziting who was promoted because of “Du Shiniang” is his younger brother.

　　Regarding this earl, there have been rumors in the official circles, saying that “a piece of writing shines Zheliu, and two poems shake the hall.”

　　”But…” Father Yang hesitated for a long time, then said, “That shouldn’t be the case…”

　　It’s just that before Father Yang’s words fell, Yang Houye seemed to sense something, and took out a jade card from his sleeve, and the jade card flashed with blue light. Yang Houye hurriedly bowed again: “Father, the academy is urgently summoning me, Lord of Wan An’s essay is about to start transcribing. The boy will retire first, and e back to receive the punishment later…”

　　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 Zhongjing ran out of their homes and ran to their respective academies.

　　…

　　Red Sleeve Academy.

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　　The female master with a serious face walked in, and the Confucian students quickly got up and bowed: “We see the master.”

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

　　”This is the first episode of “Laughing in the Wind” written by Lord of Wan An and copied by the master of the academy. The table has its own paper. You can start transcribing. However, I have to say that before this manuscript is released, you are not allowed to reveal a word to the outside world. Those found will be severely punished. Let’s start! “

　　The female Confucian scholars hurriedly picked up the manuscript and read it. For this “writing a thousand words” to take effect, it is necessary to do a “belly draft” first. The so-called “belly draft” is to memorize the content of the article pletely, and then use the calligraphy skills of “writing the dragon and snake” to achieve rapid transcription.

　　For a while, the Qingyun Building was quiet, and only some people were whispering while reading.

　　Cheng Diefei had never seen such an article before, with smooth writing and distinct characters. The rich young master who started the scene with fresh clothes and angry horses fell into a life and death situation in an instant. Sadly, no one knows who the murderer is.

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

　　She forgot to question where the government was in this article, and why there were no traces of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. What she saw were the “ordinary 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 she usually thinks are not very elegant, actually bloomed with dazzling brilliance in the collision.

　　Is this the world in the heart of Lord of Wan An?

　　Cheng Diefei had already mastered the ability of “one eye and ten lines”, but at this time, she read it down carefully, word by word. But every time she took out a page, Cheng Diefei felt that something was missing from 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 a thousand lines”, all of them were reciting carefully, and a burst of pleasure rose in her heart: these little girls, when you see reach the “to be continued” part, they will be able to understand the masters’, who have previously read the articles, state of mind.

　　Sure enough, when the last sentence “How could the Qingcheng faction use my Lin family’s sword technique to ward off evil” appeared, the air in the entire transcription room suddenly became stagnant, and then there was a sound of anger.

　　”Gone? Why is it gone?”

　　”What about the continuation? Why isn’t there anymore?”

　　”Lord of Wan An, have you ever tasted a pink fist?”

　　”Master, I won’t transcribe it, I’m going to find Lord of Wan An!”

　　”Let’s 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…”

　　…

　　At about the same time, other academies in Zhongjing.

　　”Fuck! This “to be continued” actually forced me to say indecent words!”

　　”Why stop here! Lord of Wan And has bad intentions!”

　　”I’m even angrier than Du Shiniang!”

　　”Not letting those who read books finish reading, the Lord of Wan An is a book writer who does readers injustice!”

　　”Shame of the literati!”

　　”Seconding. Shame on the literati!”

　　”Books and essays are the pride of the rivers and lakes, all those who create suspense are the shame of the literati!”

　　…

　　Wan Amber House.

　　”Xiao Ji, have all the articles been sent to the academy?”

　　”Sent.”

　　”Keep on guarding the door today, I always feel that someone will throw a blade at our house…”