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- "Qing Yi, you stay, I'll go back to the cabin." Lin Yan smiled, then touched Qing Yi's head. He suddenly felt that this action was very familiar.
Taking advantage of the situation, he took down the medicine basket from Qing Yi¡¯s shoulder. Lin Yan said softly: ¡°I¡¯ll take your medicine basket back for you. Come back and see us when you have time!¡±
Of course, Lin Yan would not let Qing Yi's dream come to nothing. Although Qing Yi just said it decisively, he knew that this was the dream that Qing Yi had been looking forward to for more than ten years.
It¡¯s really difficult to make dreams come true, and some people can¡¯t do it in their lifetime, so Lin Yan will never let Qing Yi¡¯s long-awaited hope dashed.
"No, I'll go back with you!" Qing Yi looked stubborn.
Lin Yan frowned, suddenly turned around with the medicine basket in hand and asked the deacon: "How can I join the Harmony Hall?"
A trace of surprise flashed across the deacon's face. Just now he was still struggling with the matter of Qing Yi leaving. If he really left, he might not be able to explain it today.
"Like everyone else, take the entrance examination!" In fact, not everyone is qualified to participate in the entrance examination of Baiyun Academy, but just seeing Qing Yi's determination, the deacon directly gave Lin Yan the qualification to enter the palace. .
"Okay, I want to take the assessment!" Lin Yan looked persistent.
For Qing Yi, and for myself!
Qing Yi snatched the medicine basket from Lin Yan's hand, and then stubbornly carried it on his shoulder. Lin Yan understood what she meant. If she couldn't join the Wind Palace, then she would carry the medicine basket and accompany her to the cabin.
This stubborn, cute but affectionate little girl!
"I am Zhang Jiyuan, the deacon of Hefeng Palace, and I am responsible for your assessment!" The deacon's name is Zhang Jiyuan. He led Lin Yan and Qing Yi towards the palace.
Although Zhang Jiyuan did not allow Lin Yan to directly join the Harmony Hall, that was because there were rules and he himself had no prejudice against Lin Yan.
"Deacon Zhang, don't make the question too difficult." Qing Yi stuck out his tongue and said with a smile.
Zhang Jiyuan shook his head helplessly, but this little girl was indeed very cute.
In a main hall, except for Zhang Jiyuan, he stood indifferently in front of a high platform. Lin Yan sat at a table in the hall.
Wenxin Palace.
"If you want to enter our Baiyun Academy, you must not fail in both the civil and military arts. I will test your literary background first." Zhang Jiyuan stared at Lin Yan. He said in a solemn tone.
"There is a blank piece of paper in front of you, just write a few words at will!"
Zhang Jiyuan did not expect Lin Yan to be so dazzling. The little girl next to him was appointed by the saint. He had decided that as long as the boy opposite could show a little talent, he would make an exception and let Lin Yan join the Zephyr Palace.
¡°Dumb, come on!¡± Qing Yi shouted from the side, cheering Lin Yan up.
¡°I heard this little girl named Qing Yi call each other Dui many times. Listening to the name Dui, a smile flashed in Zhang Jiyuan¡¯s eyes.
?Write a few words at random? Lin Yan frowned.
Lin Yan suddenly closed his eyes, his face was calm, and his heart was calm.
With her heart as clear as ice and no fear of the sky falling, Qing Yi suddenly began to feel a little unfamiliar with Lin Yan at this moment.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? writing. Dipping in ink and holding the pen in his right hand, Lin Yan's deer-hair pen stayed in mid-air.
"Bang!" Lin Yan, dressed in black robe, suddenly sprang up without any wind, and a majestic atmosphere emitted from his body, soaring straight into the sky. This is Lin Yan¡¯s background. The foundation of literature has nothing to do with memory, it is an instinct.
Haoran is upright!
"Haoran is righteous, how is that possible!" Zhang Jiyuan exclaimed.
¡°Righteousness gathers at the top, no, it¡¯s righteousness that shoots straight into the sky. This is the foundation of the great Confucianism!¡±
"How is it possible? This is impossible!"
Zhang Jiyuan stared at Lin Yan dumbfounded. Could this silly boy be a great scholar?
No matter how you look at it, it doesn¡¯t look like it!
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"Qingyi"
" Two simple words and fourteen strokes appeared on the paper under Lin Yan's quick calligraphy. The two simple fonts seem to have a soul, a sense of agility, and Huhu is alive!
"Click!"
"Snapped!"
The pen is broken. This is the simplest brush made of extremely ordinary material. Most people just use it to practice calligraphy. If they have a strong sense of righteousness, they will choose another pen and ink!
"Good words!"
Lin Yan woke up with an exclamation. He was surprised by Lin Yan's righteousness, so Zhang Jiyuan did not pay attention to Lin Yan.??I write with my eyes closed.
"Ah-Dai, you are so amazing. You can write such powerful words with your eyes closed! Although Qing Yi can also write, his own name is not as beautiful as yours."
"Hey, this calligraphy was given to me." Qing Yi stepped forward and took the white paper on Lin Yan's table, the ink on it was still wet.
"Thiswas written by me?" Lin Yan looked at the piece of paper in Qing Yi's hand, with confusion on his face. He was clearly in a state of confusion just now.
"Yes, I have reached the level of a great Confucian at such a young age. This literary background alone qualifies me to join Baiyun Academy and become an outer disciple of my Hefeng Palace." Although he heard Qing Yi's words, he did not care about it. As far as Confucianism is concerned, there is no difference between writing with eyes closed and eyes open.
"Uncle Deacon, can Ah-Dai join the Zephyr Palace?" Qing Yi asked excitedly.
"Okay" Zhang Jiyuan smiled.
"Then there is no need to take any more martial arts assessments?"
"Need not!"
With a happy smile on her face, Qing Yi rushed to Lin Yan with her small medicine basket on her back, and said in surprise: "Dai, we can join the Zephyr Hall together, we can still be together!"
Lin Yan looked at Qing Yi with a look of surprise on his face in bewilderment. He was really confused. He had no impression at all when he just wrote.
"What's your name?" Zhang Jiyuan asked when he came to Lin Yan, his expression no longer as cold as before.
"Uncle Deacon, Dumb has no name. He had already lost his memory when Qing Yi rescued him!" Qing Yi interrupted, and in surprise she said to Zhang Jiyuan without hiding anything.
"Amnesia?" Zhang Jiyuan's face showed surprise. He could still write such words after losing his memory. What a keen intuition and foundation!
"Well, from today on, you two will become my disciples. You are my students, Zhang Jiyuan."
"Thank you, teacher!" Qing Yi shouted with excitement.
Then he pulled Lin Yan, who looked confused, and saluted Zhang Jiyuan.
Although Lin Yan said something impassioned before, he really has no confidence that he can pass this test. What confidence can a person with amnesia have?
"Thank you, teacher!" Lin Yan also said the same.
In the afternoon, Lin Yan and Qing Yi followed Zhang Jiyuan to a place similar to a school. This is where they will practice in the future.
"The practice of Baiyun Academy is different from other sects. The major here is literature, with martial arts as a supplement. Of course, martial arts must not be left behind. After all, in this world where one thousand ways and ten thousand are still respected, force is the most important thing!" Zhang Jiyuan said to Tutoring two new students, Lin Yan and Qing Yi.
"The library in the Harmony Hall is open to any student. If you need anything, you can go and have a look."
"Well, you can ask me if you have any questions!" This second sentence is a treatment that ordinary people don't have. It was precisely because of the saint's existence that Qing Yi was given preferential treatment.
And Lin Yan was obviously influenced by Qing Yi. Although it has a great Confucian background, Baiyun Academy is a place that is not even lacking in Yasheng, let alone a great Confucian!
"The library? Reading is the most annoying thing!" Qing Yi waited until Zhang Jiyuan walked away and muttered in a low voice.
Qingyi spent the entire afternoon full of curiosity and lively surprises. For her, life in this kind of academy was every bit astonishing.
That night, Lin Yan stayed in a residence belonging to the outer disciples of Hefeng Hall. Yes, although Qing Yi directly became an outer disciple, he was just an outer disciple.
However, Lin Yan was not dissatisfied. In his current memory, Qing Yi was his only acquaintance. It can also be said that he is a relative. He is satisfied if he can stay by Qing Yi's side.
"Those two words, were they really written by me?" Lin Yan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He has an urgent mood for his lost memory. Nothing is more important to a person than memory.
Outside the window, the moon and stars are sparse. Lin Yan had no intention of dealing with his roommates in his dormitory.
Lin Yan looked at the sky outside the window, the starry sky was brilliant, and the bright moon never caused any worries or worries, just like the same day for thousands of years.
"The Library. I'll go to the Library tomorrow to see if there is any record of memory recovery!" Lin Yan once again clearly felt the flow of energy in his body. He knew that he must have been a monk before, otherwise he would not have been able to kill a head so easily. Kill the wild boar!
The second day, early morning.
Lin Yan got up early and came outside the room. The students in the academy got up early to feel the fresh air, which was rare for Lin YanA pleasant smile appeared on his face.
Arriving at the school, Lin Yan was waiting for Qing Yi's arrival. He had become accustomed to Qing Yi's presence these days.
However, when they arrived at the Harmony Palace, the two of them naturally couldn't live together under the same roof. The sage has said: Men and women cannot be intimate, even Lin Yan, who has lost his memory, understands this truth.
Looking at the busy students in the school, this kind of life suddenly gave Lin Yan a feeling of emotion, and he sighed subconsciously. It seems that this kind of life is very close to me, but yet very far away!
Before his rebirth, Lin Yan spent eight years of his life in Hanlin Academy, but he did not have such a quiet and peaceful experience. The existence of the eldest prince Lin Fei made it impossible for Lin Yan to live like a real student, and the rumors from the outside world made it even more difficult for Lin Yan to live like a normal student.
An hour later, Lin Yan saw Qing Yi¡¯s belated arrival, which surprised Lin Yan because Qing Yi usually got up earlier than himself.
Lin Yan felt a little strange that Qing Yi was still carrying her small medicine basket. It would be nice to just put this thing in his dormitory. When Qing Yi got closer and closer to him, Lin Yan noticed something unusual.
This abnormality made his eyes turn red instantly.
Angry!
Because there is a very obvious red mark on Qing Yi¡¯s face, a red palm print.
When he walked in front of Lin Yan, Qing Yi's little face was full of grievances and his eyes were red. It was obvious that she had cried before!
"Who hit you!"
Lin Yan gritted his teeth and spit out four words. Unrepressed anger escaped from his tone, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were extremely fierce.
angry! angry! ! angry! ! ! ^-^^-^
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