However, the content is too broad, but it is hard to write.
Lu Yu listened to all directions, and could already hear some students whispering, saying that he had tried three times, but no matter which time he could not satisfy the great Confucian in front of him.
"So that's the case. This question is actually used as a filter! Only those who recognize Xun Sheng can be called into it and listen to his lectures."
Thinking about this point clearly, Lu Yu no longer hesitated, and started to write quickly.
Other students also noticed Lu Yu's side.
All of them stopped writing and looked at Lu Yu in a daze.
"How could he write so fast? Could it be that he had prepared the draft in advance?"
"This person is a bit unfamiliar. I haven't seen such a person in the academy before!"
Everyone only saw that Lu Yu's brush was flying fast, and the paper was already filled with gorgeous and neat words.
But the most important point lies in Lu Yu's thinking.
As if he didn't need to think at all, he just wrote a line and immediately wrote the next line.
"Who knows? Maybe it's just nonsense, trying to take advantage of it. If found out, you will be disqualified directly, and you will never be able to listen to the saint's lectures in this life."
Someone folded his arms and sneered.
These people who were left outside were people who tried many times but failed.
The Confucian who guarded the door looked amiable, but he was extremely strict.
Anyone who dares to write indiscriminately will be severely criticized, and if it is serious, they will be locked in the confinement room of Jixia Academy.
The surrounding students also gathered around immediately, ready to watch a good show.
Some people who were paying attention wanted to read the words on Lu Yu's paper, but they felt as if their eyes were stung by something, and they closed them suddenly.
That was written by Lu Yu with Ling Xiao's killing intent.
Words are like people.
Hurt people with words, this is the method of Confucianism and Taoism.
Some Confucian and Taoist monks, when someone is against the enemy, ran out the holy pen and ink. The power contained in the handwriting inside was enough to shock a peerless strong man to death.
Especially the strong ones who have cultivated to great success, such as Yan Zhenqing, the senior Taoist ruler of the Tang Dynasty, just wrote a few words, forcing Lu Yu to go all out, and he was able to barely deal with it.
"Calligraphy is pretty good, but what I see here is not how beautiful your handwriting is!"
The rest of the students sneered, and they all surrounded, supported their eyes with force, and watched forcibly.
When they looked at the article written by Lu Yu, their expressions suddenly changed, as if they were looking at some monster.
Among them was a student of Confucianism, his face flushed even more, and he scolded angrily: "Stop it, don't write nonsense!"
They wanted to step forward to stop them, but unexpectedly the big Confucian on the high platform flicked his long sleeves and immediately drove those few Confucian students away a hundred meters away.
"The uproar, drive out."
Daru said lightly.
The others didn't dare to make any noise and sat on the ground obediently.
However, they are no longer in the mood to write. They are all watching each other and communicating with their spiritual sense.
Obviously, what Lu Yu wrote was beyond their comprehension.
After another incense stick of time, Lu Yu stopped writing.
On that roll of white paper, about a thousand words have been written eloquently.
Regardless of the content, just reading the text is enough to make many people intoxicated.
That font is natural, strong and powerful, and between the horizontal and vertical strokes, there seems to be a sword like the sky