The monthly magazine "Saint Text" will not be deleted and modified once it is finalized by the semi-saint of the Holy Literature Department of the Temple. However, there is only one situation, that is, when the "Saint Text" is issued, a masterpiece of Zhenguo was born near the Holy Literature Monument. If it is sensed by the Holy Literature Monument, it will attract the poems of Zhenguo to supplement the pages of the "Saint Text".

"Sulin, hurry up! If it's too late, the holy power of the Holy Textile Monument may be exhausted and you can't add pages to your "Holy Text"! This is a great honor!"

Mr. Cai excitedly urged Su Lin to sign the Holy Brick of the Poetry. The scholars and students of Jian'an Prefecture also became excited, as if they were the ones who wrote the poems in the country.

"Additional Sutra page? Do you want me to sign?"

However, at this time, Su Lin used too much force, but he felt that Zhijiao was empty and Zhihai's thoughts were weak. He walked to the Holy Memorial Monument with difficulty, took out the Tianya Demon-killing Pen, but his hands were trembling slightly.

"Sure enough, with my Tongsheng's literary position and Zhihai, it was already a barely act to write poems about the country, let alone use them to fight the enemy? Now it seems that the strength of the whole body has been taken away in an instant, and the thoughts are also trapped in a sense of emptiness after filling..."

Su Lin tried hard to increase his strength, and a trace of holy power was barely seeping out of his wisdom, pouring it into the Tianya Demon-killing Pen, and then he struggled to write the word "Su Lin" on the holy brick of the poem "Summer Quatrain".

boom!

The pen is shocked by the wind and rain, and the poem is inspired by the ghosts and gods!

The ordinary poems of Chengda Mansion can already trigger images, and the holy power condenses the clouds and ignites the Great Wall of Saint Power. What's more, Su Lin's poem that is enough to control the country is even more shocking. After Su Lin wrote and signed, a dazzling golden light of holy power burst out, shot straight into the clouds and fell into the Great Wall of Saint Power hundreds of miles away. With the thunder of the country, all the holy bricks around him were worshipped and buzzing sounds came.

At the same time, as feedback from the Great Wall of Saint Power, nine holy bricks shot in, merged into Su Lin's sea of ​​wisdom, and sank into the depths of the sea of ​​wisdom. The golden light shone, making Su Lin's sea of ​​sacred power reach as many as twenty-three bricks.

Moreover, among the 23 holy powers, eighteen bricks are the feedback of the poems of the country, which is more powerful than other holy bricks and contains a trace of the power of the country.

"Huh... the supplement of nine holy bricks in the country finally restored my spirit."

After accepting the feedback from these nine holy bricks in the country, Su Lin felt a little relieved. He turned to look at the holy stele. The song "Summer Quatrain" he had just written had completely appeared on it. At the same time, a golden light of holy power shot out, transmitting the information of the poem back to the temple, and using the temple as a turn, it was transmitted to the holy stele of all colleges in the entire Tianren Continent.

"Hahaha... Such a grand event like "Sacred Text" has actually appeared in my Jian'an Prefecture Courtyard. In this way, wouldn't my Jian'an Prefecture Courtyard become famous in the Nine Kingdoms? Haha..."

Fang Chong, the head of the hospital who had already cured Pan Shi's injuries, was shocked and then stunned. When he understood it thoroughly, he laughed fiercely, his hunched back seemed to be straightening. His eyes narrowed into a gap when they smiled, and the two missing teeth in his mouth seemed so inconsistent.

"I didn't expect that Cai He can not only see the reappearance of the holy pen today, but also see the supplementary page of the "Holy Text" which is rare in a century! How happy! It's even now it immediately turns into a piece of loess. It's also worth it! It's worth it!"

Mr. Cai He was crying, his hand holding the dragon beard flying white pen was trembling. He didn't know what to say to Su Lin. He took a few steps forward and kept saying to Su Lin: "Okay! OK! OK..."

"It's against the will of heaven! It's against the will of heaven! Su Lin actually wrote such a poem about the country on the spot. He even made the pages of "Saint Text" add to the page. And the most important thing is that he is just a child! Who can believe this if you say it?"

"Why don't you believe it? Hehe! The page of "Sacred Literature" can be proved by the holy sects of all the colleges of the nine countries in the Tianren Continent. Tell me, when the gentlemen and students from other academies thought that the "Sacred Literature" had been published, they suddenly found another page of the supplementary page of Zhenguo, which was derived from Su Lin, a boy born in Jian'an Prefecture. The expression on his face must be very exciting!"

"Yes, yes... Now, our Jian'an Prefecture Courtyard has not only become famous in Wu, but also in all the academies of the Nine Kingdoms, and is very powerful!"

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For the students of Jian'an Prefecture, the arrival of Su Lin, a little boy, has brought many unexpected surprises, and the series of surprises almost turned into fright. It made them feel as if they were in a dream, and they couldn't believe that everything that happened in front of them was a real reality.

At the same time, as the students of Jian'an Prefecture expected, among all the academies of the nine countries in the Tianren Continent, after the Holy Textile Monument was published, the Holy Textile Monument suddenly became a masterpiece, and the poetry information was sent from the temple again, adding a page to the country's poetry!

There are two poems about the country that have been in charge of the country, and even the five-month "Holy Literature" may not have been published. There are two poems in this issue. There are also the holy pens that have not been published for thirty years, and the supplementary pages of the "Holy Literature" that have not been seen for a century are reproduced. This issue of the "Holy Literature" is enough to describe it as thrilling.

What makes almost everyone even more unacceptable is that the two poems about the country were written by Su Lin, who was just Tong Sheng’s literary figure.

The geniuses from academies in various countries, whether they are scholars, juren, or even some geniuses who are studying in the Imperial College, remember this Tongsheng named Su Lin deeply. They listed him as their biggest competitors, and they all held their anger and must know Su Lin, who can write poems on both hands to control the country.

In the Xiacheng, Kyoto of Wu, in the imperial study room in the palace, the king Sun Jianshi was reviewing the Holy Power Memorial, but suddenly found that the jade seal in Zhenguo was buzzing, and it was shocked again. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted: "Tianjin Poetry! My Wu Kingdom actually has Zhenguo Poetry! God bless Wu Kingdom! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come and check me, who made the Zhenguo Poetry!"

Once the poems in the country are published, no matter what nature and thought it is, they are of great benefit to a country's national strength and people's livelihood. Some poems in the country can directly increase the national destiny by more than half a century, and no one can tell the secrets of it.

Although Su Lin's "Yanqiu Ci" in the country was not a war poem or a farm poem that improves people's livelihood, it was stored in the National Hanlin Academy and worshipped in the Taimiao, which greatly increased the chance of success in the marriage between men and women in the entire Wu Kingdom. The relationship between men and women in China was harmonious, the family was harmonious, and the people's livelihood was greatly improved, which indirectly improved the national destiny of the Wu Kingdom.

Sun Jianshi, the king of the king who tasted the benefits of Zhenguo's poetry, now found that in just a few days, another Zhenguo's poetry was born. Of course, he was ecstatic and immediately ordered someone to go and inquire. At the same time, he was already thinking in his heart that he would reward this person heavily. He could no longer give a false reputation to only attend the prince like he did to Su Lin last time.

However, soon, the eunuch in the palace quickly reported: "Your Majesty, I just found out from the Imperial College. Today's poem about the country is from the Jian'an Prefecture Courtyard of Jianzhou. It turned out to be a case named Su Lin, who wrote temporarily at the last moment of publication of "Sacred Literature"! It was really God blessed the Wu Kingdom. It was the emperor's good plan for the emperor to pardon the world and reduce taxes. It moved God and the birth of this poem about the country is born!"

The eunuch's flattery was calm and he became accustomed to it. But as soon as he finished speaking, he found that something seemed wrong with the emperor's face.

"What? Tell me again, who is the one who wrote this poem about the country? Su Lin? Why is Su Lin again? Are you sure it is certain and sure? If you deceive me, you will be executed by lingchi!"

The ecstatic expression of the king of the king, Sun Jianshi, instantly frozen. He opened his eyes wide, glared at the eunuch general manager, and questioned again without belief.

"Emperor... the emperor... what the slave said is true! It's... Yan Jijiu from the Imperial College said to the slave himself. It's wrong... it's not wrong..."

The eunuchs and general manager didn't know why the attitude of the king Sun Jianshi suddenly changed so much, so he could only say it tactfully.

"It's Su Lin again. This...what should I do? Is the poems in the country like Dabaicai? Why don't there be a Confucian scholar in the entire Tianren Continent have a song for five months? You Su Lin wrote two songs in just a few days? Is this...will this still human? How can I believe that you are just a little child?"

The king Sun Jianshi sat on the dragon throne, but felt a little confused. He had a headache. How should he reward Su Lin this time? He no longer dared to reward Su Lin's national fortune. Last time he was swallowed by neon, he had already made the king Sun Jianshi vomit blood and reduce his life span. This time he said that he would never send the national fortune reward again.

Not to mention how the king Sun Jianshi was troubled by the reward of Su Lin, the Jian'an Mansion was now full of joy and everyone was happy. After Pan Shi, the head of the Jianning Mansion, recovered, he was ashamed and apologized to Fang Chong in public, and then he took his disciples back to Jianning Mansion in shame.

Including Xiang Tian, ​​a descendant of the Xiang family who was so domineering that he was jealous of the times, even if he was treated in time, he was seriously injured, and even Zhihai was a little unstable.

After a fierce turnaround, the students of Jian'an Prefecture could really stand up straight, and no longer have to worry about being ridiculed and humiliated by the people of Jianing Prefecture every month.

"Let's go... I'm so relieved today! I'm so happy! Classmates, I, Qian Sixian, are here. How about we invite Su Linsu to Huamanlou tonight to go to the spring night?"

"Okay! OK! Today is also the celebratory night in Huamanlou once a month! Ten celebrities, including Miss Su Rushi, will appear and sing! The Su case is very talented, and the masterpiece of the country is simply free to play! I am afraid that the celebratory night will be shocked tonight, and the arrogant girl Rushi will impress her and voluntarily present her first night! Haha..."

"Yes, yes... How many elegant scholars have thought about it day and night, and they are impressed by the beauty, but they can't even get married? Brother Su will definitely win the hearts of the beauty in one fell swoop!"

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Before Su Lin could completely recover from the consumption of writing "Summer Quatrains" in the country, he was already surrounded by the incomprehensible scholars and juren from the palace and headed towards the building full of the singing and dancing, full of the smell of beakers and the smell of powder.

PS: The fifth update is presented!
Chapter completed!