"Yang Houye!" An angry shout came from outside the study. Soon, the door of the study was pushed open, and a dignified middle-aged man in a sixth-grade official uniform stepped in, holding a bamboo stick in his hand.

Yang Houye, who was copying classics, saw the person coming, stood up quickly, and saluted: "Dad!"

This Yang Houye looked to be in his twenties, with eyebrows as sharp as swords, and a handsome figure. At this moment, when he saw his father hitting him with an angry look on his face, he did not dodge, and planned to take the stick forcefully.

After all, he was his biological son who had been born in his old age. Father Yang still couldn't bear it, and the bamboo stick stopped three inches from Yang Houye's cheek.

At this time, Yang Houye's mother rushed over anxiously. When she saw this scene, she rushed forward and stood in front of Yang Houye: "Master, what are you doing? Why 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 quit your job at the Wenchang Pavilion Transcription Department?"

Yang Houye nodded: "Yes."

"You... you... make me so angry..." Father Yang sat down angrily, "Do you know that I owe you several favors in order to get this job for you! You really make me so angry..."

Yang's mother turned back and glared at Yang Houye, then stepped forward and whispered comforting words along Yang's father's chest: "Master, isn't it just an errand? Our child is among the top ten in the academy and can become an official next year. Sooner or later he will have to resign.

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"What do you know?" Yang's father yelled angrily, "Wenchang Pavilion Copying and Copying Department, the Wenbao copied by Wenbao is distributed all over the world. As a copyist, he will naturally have a little bit of enlightenment. It will be of great benefit to his future development.

!”

With that said, Yang's father looked at Yang Houye again: "Tell me, why do you want to quit this job!"

Yang Houye bowed respectfully again and explained in a leisurely manner: "Going back to my father, the boy got another job. He had errands every seven days and didn't want to be distracted, so he resigned from the Wenchang Pavilion Transcription Department.

"

"What job?" Yang's father became even more angry and asked suppressing his anger.

"Wan Anbo wanted to start a new newspaper and needed people who could write a thousand words to copy his articles. Eight academies in Beijing undertook this task and asked students to complete it. The boy was one of the people who passed the academy assessment and obtained the qualification for copying.

one."

"You're going to make me mad!" Father Yang pushed Mother Yang away and picked up the bamboo stick on the ground. "A count who came out of nowhere to write and write, you actually..." Father Yang's bamboo stick was halfway through the swing and suddenly stopped.

, "You mean, Wan Anbo?"

"Exactly!"

Yang's father calmed down instantly, and the bamboo stick in his hand slowly dropped. Among other things, the master Yang Ziting who was promoted because of "Du Shiniang" was his younger brother.

There are already rumors in the official circles about this uncle, saying that "one piece of literature will break the willows, two poems will shock the court."

"But..." Father Yang hesitated for a long time and said, "Then you shouldn't resign..."

But before Father Yang finished speaking, Yang Houye seemed to sense something and took out a jade plaque from his sleeve. The green light flashed on the jade plaque. Yang Houye quickly bowed again: "Dad, the academy is calling urgently."

, Wan Anbo’s essay is about to be transcribed. I’ll take my leave first and come back to receive my punishment..."

After Yang Houye finished speaking, he rushed out of the study room. Yang's father stood there blankly, stared at the bamboo stick in his hand, and threw it to the ground with hatred.

Almost at the same time, students living in various parts of Zhongjing City ran out of their homes and rushed to their respective academies.

…

Red Sleeve Academy.

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

The female Madam with a serious face walked in, and all the Confucian scholars stood up quickly, bowed and said, "See you, Madam."

The lady nodded slightly and motioned for everyone to sit down. Then she waved her long sleeves, and dots of light flew out from the lady's sleeves, landed in front of the ladies, and turned into a stack of manuscripts.

"This is the first chapter of "Swordsman" written by Wan Anbo and copied by the Academy Master. There is paper on the table, so you can start copying. But I have something to say first. You are not allowed to reveal anything about this manuscript until it is released.

Words. If anyone finds out, he will be severely punished. Let’s start!”

The female Confucian scholars quickly picked up the manuscript and began to read it. To "write a thousand words", you need to make a "full draft" first. The so-called "full draft" means to completely memorize the content of the article, and then cooperate with the "writing to follow the dragon and the snake" with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Only with advanced calligraphy skills can you achieve fast copying.

For a while, the Qingyun Tower was quiet, and only the sound of some people chanting quietly could be heard.

Cheng Diefei has never seen such an article. The writing is smooth and the characters are vivid. The rich young man in bright clothes and angry horses at the beginning suddenly fell into a murderous situation. The hateful thing is that he doesn't know who the murderer is.

When Cheng Diefei saw Lin Pingzhi break out of the red line of death, holding a three-foot sword and scolding the murderer, a ball of blood surged in his heart. The seemingly pampered young master in the previous article actually had such a bloody and brave appearance.

She forgot to question where the government was here, and she also forgot to wonder why there was no sign of Confucianism, Taoism, or Buddhism. What she saw were the "common people" she usually saw.

They actually have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and they can also master powers beyond ordinary people.

The swords, guns, swords and halberds that I usually thought were not very elegant actually bloomed with dazzling brilliance during the collision.

Is this the world in Wan Anbo's heart?

Cheng Diefei had already mastered the ability of "one eye and ten lines", but now he read down carefully word by word. There were not many manuscripts handed out, only a dozen pages, but every time he took out a page, Cheng Diefei felt that something was missing in his heart.

Order something.

"Who is the murderer? Manuscript, you have to hold on!"

The female teacher looked down from the podium. No one was using "One Eye and Ten Lines". They were all reciting seriously. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure in her heart: These little ladies, when you see the fragments, you will be able to understand what we teachers have said before.

state of mind.

Sure enough, when the last sentence "How could the Qingcheng sect use my Lin family's evil sword technique" appeared, the air in the entire copying room suddenly stagnated, and then there were angry sounds.

"No more? Why no more?"

"Where's down there? Why isn't it down there?"

"Wan Anbo, have you ever tasted red fist?"

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

"Go together, go together..."

Cheng Diefei carefully closed the manuscript and picked up the brush.

"Can I read articles like this once every seven days from now on?"

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

…

Almost at the same time, other academies in Zhongjing.

"Damn it! This broken chapter actually forced me to say indecent words!"

"Why is it broken here! Wan Anbo has bad intentions!"

"I'm even angrier than Du Shiniang!"

"If you don't let the readers' thoughts be clear, Wan Anbo will be called a writer in vain!"

"Shame on the literati!"

"Second, it's a disgrace to the literati!"

"The wonderful writing is proud of the world, but the disgrace of the dog-breaking scholar!"

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Wan'anbo Mansion.

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

"Sent."
Chapter completed!