The nights outside the pass always had a solemn and desolate feeling. Hong Liyu shrank his delicate body and unconsciously approached Su Lin a little, feeling a warm breath coming from Su Lin, inhaling, and squinting his eyes with satisfaction.

"Su Lin, it's already evening now. Why is Sitong Town still so lively? The group of Confucian scholars who just returned seem to be circulating some amazing chapters."

When she walked to the city gate with Su Lin, Hong Liyu looked around curiously and said. She always loved excellent poems and essays. For example, after seeing Su Lin's "Autumn Ci" last time, she couldn't put it down and carried the copied copies with her. She would take them out from time to time and recite them carefully. She read Su Lin's poems and Su Lin's words.

Now, I have encountered such good poems and essays that many Confucian scholars have circulated and admired. Hong Liyu naturally has a strong interest and desire for knowledge, and also wants to see how beautiful it is.

"Li Yu, we should have come back at noon this day to hand in the office. However, because of the explosion of the fog and rain forest, I'm afraid Grand Secretary Hong and others think we have died. I guess they have returned to the inner palace first. Why don't we rest in Sitong Town for one night before returning to the inner palace?"

Su Lin told Hong Liyu about his plan. At the same time, he was also interested in the poems and essays that the Confucian scholars rush to pass on, so he said to Hong Liyu, "Liyu, you are waiting here, I'll borrow one to come and take a look! What kind of gorgeous chapter is it."

After saying that, Su Lin found that these Confucian scholars holding rubbing paper had the lowest position in their writing position, and the embroidered flower ornaments on their clothes were also Juren, so he had to bite the bullet and bow to a good-looking Juren, "Can you let the students borrow the poems and essays in your hands? Let the students also admire them and study."

Su Lin's attitude was very humble and respectful. After all, he was just a Tongsheng now, and it was not worth mentioning in Juren's eyes. What's more, Su Lin's blue shirt has become tattered and dirty due to the Heart Storm. When the Juren saw him, he frowned in disgust and waved at Su Lin: "Go away... This is a poem about the country! How can you, a little Tongsheng, read it? What if Zhihai is injured after watching it? "

"Uh... this... the juren, the students are not afraid of it."

Going forward, Su Lin wanted to take a look at the poems on the rubbing paper, but the juren seemed to be teasing Su Lin on purpose, but at this time he carefully rolled up the rubbing paper, just to prevent Su Lin from seeing it.

"Let's go... what do you see in the country's poems? And I'm still rubbing the paper that costs ten taels of silver per foot directly from the holy bricks of poetry. How can I easily give you a little boy a waste of time?"

The juren waved his hand impatiently and said, "Su Lin had no choice but to return to Hong Liyu in disappointment, spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "I can't borrow it! It seems that we have no chance to see such a great poem."

"It's okay, Su Lin, you can't see it if you can't see it. I don't believe that there is any poem that can be more touching and shocking than the poem "Yanqiu Ci" you wrote."

Hong Liyu smiled sweetly without mind, as beautiful as a blooming lily, pure and beautiful, flawless and friendly. Su Lin was instantly lost his mind. After a long time of reaction, he smiled foolishly, and then raised his face and said to Hong Liyu seriously: "Liyu, I really want to warn you. If you dare to ** me like a woman again, I will..."

"Brother Pingwei, why are you so excited? You are just two children. I remember... I just seemed to be walking towards the intersection of Xishi Street..."

Before Huang Cang could finish his words, Yao Pingwei turned around like a thief and quickly chased him in the direction he pointed.

"What's wrong with Brother Ping Wei? They are just two Tongshengs... Huh? Tongsheng..."

In an instant, Huang Cang Bing also seemed to understand. In the Zhijie, Zhihai churned, and the fire of thought appeared. He understood everything. He couldn't help but scream, "Su Case! That was Su Case! Su Case is really back alive."

"What? Here is the head of Su who wrote the masterpiece "Yanqiu Ci" in Zhenguo?"

"Ah? Is it the head of Su who escaped from the misty forest of misty rain?"

"Quick... Where is the head of the Su case? This Jinshi will pay 100,000 taels to ask for a poem to write the Su case!"

"The characters in Su Censhuo are unprecedented and magnificent. I want to be a disciple of Su Censhuo and learn the regular script that makes me promising!"

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"I recognize it! The young man who just walked over was the head of Su Linsu's case. I had seen him in the mist and rain forest. When others fled, he went to the center of the heart storm regardless of everything."

"After saying this, I remembered it too. It was him! It was the head of Su's case! The head of Su's case was not dead, and the head of Su's case really came back alive!"

There are many Confucian scholars who once met Su Lin in the misty forest of misty forests. At this time, their memories were activated and they said firmly.

There were many Confucian scholars around who were enjoying and learning Su Lin's masterpiece "Yanqiu Ci", who praised her, wishing she could see Su Lin writing poems with her own eyes. Now, when she heard that Su Lin had returned from death and had just walked past them, how could she not be very excited? You should know that although there were few Hanlin or great scholars who could write about the masterpiece of the country, they were not uncommon. There were always three or five in each country.

However, Tong Sheng, who can write a masterpiece of Zhenguo, is probably the only example in the entire Tianren Continent for thousands of years! What's more, Su Lin's calligraphy is no less inferior to the word "Zhenguo". His writing is like being a human being. Confucian scholars often spell and fight each other's words. Su Lin's Yan style is unprecedented in style, which makes these Confucian scholars who are even juren and have a Jinshi literary position please submit.

Before, everyone thought that Su Lin and Hong Liyu died in the misty forest of mist and rain. However, when the "Yanqiu Ci" of Zhenguo emerged and shocked the Great Wall, all the Confucian scholars knew that Su Lin was probably not dead, so they were thinking about returning to Sitong Town to see this genius who was invincible with their own eyes. If they could ask Su Lin for another word, they would be even more lucky.

Therefore, when these Confucian scholars who returned to Sitong Town, they heard that Su Linsu, who wrote the "Yanqiu Ci" of the country, came back alive. As soon as they walked from here to the intersection of Xishi Street, they could not suppress their excitement. They put away their things at hand and chased Su Lin in the direction they were walking towards Su Lin.

"Thunderous and decisive!"

"Step on the clouds and fly!"

"Sweeping thousands of troops... Don't block this Jinshi, I want to be the first person to ask the Su Case for the first gift..."

...

The Confucian scholars ran or ran, and even used their saint power to catch up with them. The movements formed by the hundreds of Confucian scholars actually roared in the dark. Su Lin and Hong Liyu heard the movement behind them, and quickly turned around and looked behind them. They saw that hundreds of Confucian scholars who were just at the gate of the city were actually rushing towards themselves with murderous intent.

"This...Li Yu, we shouldn't have caused any trouble when we came back, right? Could these people be here to cause trouble for us?"

Among these Confucian scholars, the lowest one seemed to be scholars and scholars. The holy power and magic they used in them shone brilliantly in the darkness, which made Su Lin stunned, thinking that he had provoked someone again. One hand unknowingly grabbed Hong Liyu's gentle little hand, ready to run away when the situation was not good.

However, when this army of Confucian scholars rushed to Su Lin, everything was beyond Su Lin's expectations. The first person to step forward was a Jinshi. He spent more than a brick of silver saint power to stand out with "resolute and decisive action" and was half a step faster than other Jinshi. Once he landed in front of Su Lin, he took out the best Zhenfang Xuan paper and Tianlang pen from the universe in his sleeve without hesitation, and respectfully presented it in front of Su Lin, and begged eagerly: "Jinshi Lin Qingyang, please give the first word to Su Case!"
Chapter completed!