"What's wrong with this? You... are you?"

Su Lin was stunned for a moment. The person who asked him to give his words was a Confucian scholar with a Jinshi's literary title!

Let’s look at the followers, including Juren and Jinshi, and even one or two Grand Secretary. They all took out pens, ink, paper and inkstone from the universe in their sleeves, looking at Su Lin with a eager eyes. Su Lin knew without asking, obviously he was also asking for his own words.

Before, there were no Jinshi who asked Su Lin for his name. Xu Wenliang, the county magistrate of Fengle County, and Ye Hongye, the temple supervisor, were also all literary positions. However, now there are not one or two people in front of him, but hundreds, from Juren to Grand Secretary. How could Su Lin dare to agree to give the words casually?

"Su Case, your poem "Yanqiu Ci" is very touching. 'What is love in the world? It is to teach you life and death to agree with each other' is simply the best love in the world?"

"There is also the "Autumn Poems" by Su Censor, whose unique open-mindedness and optimism towards autumn directly subverts my feelings about the day before yesterday! I heard that it was the masterpiece of Su Censor's test in the county!"

"What's even more amazing is the character Su Censhu. I have seen calligraphy from several countries competing with calligraphy together, but I have never seen a person as majestic as Su Censhu!"

"I'd like to give the first word to Su Case!"

"Su Case Head, I want it too!"

"Come first and then come! This Jinshi came first, you all stand back, don't squeeze..."

...

Only then did Su Lin understand that what these Confucian scholars had previously praised each other was their own poems, "Yanqiu Ci" and "Qiu Ci". Moreover, they also saw the magnificent atmosphere of the "Yan Style Characters" in their writing, so they rushed to seek out their words.

"Sulin, you must not agree to write to them in so many people."

Even though Hong Liyu was the saint of the Jade Rabbit Demon Clan, she was shocked by so many Confucian scholars asking Su Lin for their words, but she quickly reacted and pulled Su Lin and said in a low voice, "If you promise one person, you need to promise hundreds of people."

"Li Yu, you are right. If you write a piece of paper for everyone here, I am afraid that my holy power will be exhausted and die."

Su Lin nodded helplessly. He spent several hours writing "Yanqiu Ci" with his holy power. Even now, he has written it in a simplified manner, and hundreds of people here can't finish it even if they write it until tomorrow morning.

Therefore, Su Lin had to bow and apologize to everyone: "Dear Juren, Jinshi and Grand Scholars, I am very grateful for everyone's praise and recognition for me. I also hope to give you a picture of the characters to everyone present, but unfortunately the students are still just a child, and their sacred power and spirit are still shallow. I really have no ability to give you words to everyone present. Besides, you also know that the students have escaped from the mist and rain forest, physically and mentally exhausted, and need to rest urgently. Please forgive me!"

After saying this, Su Lin quickly applied oil to the soles of his feet and hid in an inn next to him with Hong Liyu.

"Shopkeeper, give us two good rooms."

After throwing out more than a dozen taels of broken silver, Su Lin and Hong Liyu quickly took the key sign and hid upstairs.

On the contrary, the shopkeeper of the inn was quick-witted. Seeing so many Confucian scholars sought after, Su Linsu's case leader stayed in his inn. He smiled happily and hurriedly hung up a sign and greeted outside: "This inn is the place where Su Linsu, the author of the country's poetry and genius, is the place where Su Linsu's case leader is staying. There are still thirteen rooms left. Except for the two rooms closest to Su's case leader, one thousand taels of silver per night, the other rooms are priced at 500 taels of silver per night. Dear Juren and Jinshi, if you want to check in, you will have no room if you come late."

"Five hundred taels of silver a night? Zhanggui Tong, are you a black store?"

"Didn't it be a five-two silver per night before? It's a 100-fold increase!"

"Shopkeeper Tong, aren't you afraid that you will sue Zhang Bansheng if you do this by raising prices?"

...

The Confucian scholars who originally wanted to chase Su Lin to the inn were all stopped by the inn by Zhanggui Tong. They were all dissatisfied with Zhanggui Tong's behavior of raising prices and protested.

"Dear adults, there is nothing to do with this little one. This inn has always had such rules. When important guests check in, in order to avoid harassment by some idle people, the price of the room will be increased. Last time, the eldest princess of Wu, Sun Lingxiang, came, the inn only increased the price according to Zhang Bansheng's instructions. Anyway, the price is here, and there are only 13 rooms. Even if you can't stay, you can say that 500 taels of silver is not much. You can exchange for an opportunity to negotiate with Su Case. This is a great value for money!"

The fat shopkeeper was not afraid of so many Confucian scholars eyeing him, and said, "It's a lot of business practices and makes money differently."

"Shopkeeper Tong, here is a thousand taels of silver notes, hurry... I want the room closest to Su Case Head..."

"Five hundred taels of silver! Give me one too..."

"Hey! Don't squeeze me... I want one too..."

...

Sure enough, as soon as Zhanggui Tong finished his words, the Confucian scholars rushed to pay the silver notes and rushed into the inn. Thirteen rooms were sold out in an instant. Zhanggui Tong held a stack of silver notes filled with semi-saint holy power, closed the door of the inn with satisfaction, and hung a wooden sign outside with the words "Customer" written on it.

The other Confucian scholars who had not arrived at the room could only continue to admire the style of Su Censor outside the inn in disappointment, and then leave without feeling satisfied.

"Hey! It's all you, why are you chasing me? If you didn't chasing me, I might have arrived at the Mobao of the Su Censor!" Lin Qingyang, the Jinshi who was the first to catch up with him, complained to his friends in annoyance while walking towards his residence.

"I really don't know Mount Tai! Su Wenshou talked to me before and asked me to borrow rubbing paper to see it. I actually thought he was really just an ordinary child. He missed a precious opportunity to talk with Su Wenshou for nothing!"

Huang Cang, the juren who had refused to use rubbing paper to show Su Lin, was now held by several classmates, with regret and regret on his face.

"Brother Cang Bing, so are you. Why do you want to say the identity of Su Censor loudly? Isn't it good that just a few of us know? It's so bad that I can't catch up with those Jinshi first, and I'm wasting such a good opportunity!"

Yao Pingwei blamed Huang Cang Bing, and expressed his dissatisfaction with Huang Cang Bing's loud publicity of Su Lin's identity.

"How can I blame me? Brother Ping Wei, you are not selfish. Knowing that he is the leader of the Su case, we don't mean that we will catch up with you first." Huang Cangbing retorted.

"Aren't I afraid that the head of the Su case will not be able to catch up if he goes away?" Yao Pingwei said with some guilt and dissatisfaction.

...

Similar conversations are everywhere in Sitong Town tonight. Almost all Confucian scholars are talking about Su Lin, who wrote the "Yanqiu Ci" of the country, and even some monsters are very interested in Su Lin.

Someone reported this to the city lord's mansion overnight. After hearing this, half-saint Zhang Zhengzhi emitted his eyes, and then the light appeared in the wisdom hole. The sea of ​​wisdom tumbling, and his instrument was suspended above, which turned out to be a Tai Chi pattern of yin and yang.

The holy power surged wildly, and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern released a light that seemed to be able to see through everything in ancient and modern times. Half-saint Zhang Zhengzhi suddenly opened his eyes, his face was very strange, and finally sighed and said helplessly: "The holy words come out, and the great disaster is coming!"

On the branches of the moon, Su Lin and Hong Liyu each opened a room and lay down to rest. During this period, many Confucian scholars who came in knocked on Su Lin's door to visit, but Su Lin politely declined. The Confucian scholars had no choice but to hesitate before Su Lin's door for a while, and could only sigh and leave with regret.

At this time, on the plains outside the wilderness, there was a running horse. Dong Zijin, who had a weak body, hugged the horse's neck tightly, feeling anxious, panicked and afraid.

"Brother Su Lin, where are you? Zijin... Zijin is here to find you..."

Since learning that Su Lin was damaged at noon, Dong Zijin bought a horse and came out alone to find Su Lin.

Before she came out, she felt ashamed and had no time to think about it or worry so much, so she thought about going to Wuyu Mie Lin to find Su Lin. If Su Lin really died, she would not want to live anymore.

Dong Zijin had not ridden a horse before, so he held the horse's back in shock and fear along the way, and Ren Junma ran wildly on the wild plain. He could not find the direction to go to the mist and rain forest. In the middle of the night, wild wolves were wailing in the plains, but Dong Zijin had no direction or target at all. Looking at the dark and terrible environment around him, tears fell down.

"No! I can't cry. I must go to Wuyu Mizong Lin to find Brother Su Lin. Brother Su Lin is waiting for me there. Brother Su Lin, you must not die. If Zi Jin doesn't cry, Zi Jin will definitely find you."

Although he was so scared, Dong Zijin had a strong belief in his heart, supporting her to overcome this fear. Dong Zijin sat on the bumpy horse's back, bit her red lips, held back her sobs and cries, wiped away her tears with one hand, and tried to pull the reins with the other hand.

"Ma'er! Ma'er! Please listen to me? Help me find Brother Su Lin. After finding Brother Su Lin, Zi Jin will definitely give you the best food..."

Gradually, after several attempts by Dong Zijin, he finally learned to control the horse's reins and finally could control the horse to run in the direction he wanted.

However, the horse had been running wildly for most of the day. Dong Zijin looked at the dark plain around him and didn't know where he should go. The feeling of loneliness, coldness and helplessness came again.

Just when Dong Zijin didn't know what to do, suddenly, a gust of demonic wind came. The horse under Dong Zijin's seat whined and fell to the ground weakly. Dong Zijin also fell to the ground and fainted.
Chapter completed!