Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 72: New News 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 the classics, saw the person coming, got up quickly, and bowed: "Father!"

This Yang Houye looked like he was in his twenties, with eyebrows like swords, handsome and 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 writing a copy of 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 in a soft voice, "Master, isn't it just an errand? Our son is in the top ten of the academy, and he will be able to become an official next year. Sooner or later. also have to resign."

"What do you know?" Father Yang angrily scolded, "Wenchang Pavilion is a transcriber, and the "Wenbao" is published all over the world. As a transcriber, you will naturally have a bit of enlightenment. Great help!"

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

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

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

"Wan Anbo wanted to start a new newspaper, and he needed a person who wrote a thousand words to transcribe his articles. Eight academies in Beijing and Beijing contracted this job, and it was published by the students. The boy passed the academy assessment and obtained the qualification to transcribe. one of them."

"You're going to be mad at me!" 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 Paused, "You mean, Amber Wan?"

"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.

About 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, then said, "That shouldn't be the case..."

It's just that before Father Yang's words were spoken, Yang Houye seemed to sense something, and took out a jade token from his sleeve, and the blue light flashed on the jade token. 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.

…

The Red Sleeve Academy.

In the Qingyun Tower, Yingying Yanyan, a female Confucian scholar in Yishui, is very eye-catching.

The female master with a serious face 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 light spots 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 episode of "Swordsman" written by Wan Anbo and copied by the master of the academy. The desk has its own paper, and you can start transcribing. Confess a word to the outside world. If anyone discovers, they will be severely punished. Let's start!"

The female Confucian students 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 memorize the content of the article completely, and then use the calligraphy skills of "writing the dragon and snake" to achieve rapid transcription.

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

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 a blood rush 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.

The swords, spears, swords and halberds, which I usually think are not very elegant, actually bloomed with dazzling brilliance in the collision.

Is this the world in the heart of Wan Anbo?

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 ~IndoMTL.com~ But every time a page was drawn, Cheng Die Fei 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 Thousand Actions", all of them were reciting carefully, and a burst of pleasure rose in my heart: These little girls, when you see the out of context, you will understand The state of mind of us masters.

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

"Gone? Why?"

"What about the bottom? Why is there no bottom?"

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

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

"Go together, go together..."

Cheng Diefei carefully closed the document and lifted the brush.

"Can such an article be read every seven days in the future?"

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

…

Almost at the same time, other academies in Zhongjing.

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

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

"I'm even more angry than Du Shiniang!"

"Don't let the minds of those who read books be understood, and Wan Anbo will be a book writer in vain!"

"Shame of the literati!"

"Second, shame for the literati!"

"Books and prose are proud of the rivers and lakes, the shame of the literati!"

…

Wan Amber House.

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

"Sent."

"I checked the door today, I always feel that someone will throw a blade at our house..."