Peerless Taoist

Amid the cynicism of the crowd, Lu Yu began to write with his pen.

For a moment, the handwriting was strong through the back of the paper.

"Good word!"

Almost all the people who see this handwriting can't help admiring it in their hearts.

Li Xiang also frowned slightly, and immediately hummed coldly, "it's just that you asked the master to give you special advice. Hum, no matter how well you write, it's useless if you can't write anything."

He was going to make a scene here.

But he didn't expect to suddenly kill a Lu Yu and attract all the eyes originally gathered on him, which made him very unhappy.

Lu Yu wrote quickly. In a short moment, a piece of paper was full of words.

"Strange, how much is he?"

"Does he really have some strength?"

Other people were puzzled. Lu Yu clearly didn't understand much.

Just sitting in front of Wensheng's Classics and taking a look, does it feel successful?

One page, two pages... Soon, there were seven or eight more pages around Lu Yu.

"Impossible!" Li Xiang screamed and picked up one.

After only one look, Li Xiang was shocked to find that it was really a literary saint's Scripture.

He didn't believe in evil, turned over a few more, suddenly found one, laughed and said, "ha ha, I knew you were writing nonsense. You've made a mistake in understanding this place."

The white haired Confucian also walked over and looked at the mistakes Li Xiang found, but also sighed.

There is a big gap between the Scriptures written by Lu Yu and their previous understanding.

"Here, and here, you have made a mistake. Alas!" Li Xiang sighed, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

However, Lu Yu did not stop writing. He still wrote one by one.

Soon, two thousand words of scriptures were written, but Lu Yu did not stop writing.

Seeing this, Li Xiang couldn't help laughing: "ha ha, I knew you were hoodwinked. Why, are you in trouble now? You'd better save it, show it to the great Confucian, and then get out of here!"

The Scriptures composed of him and the great Confucians before him are only 2000 words in total.

The first and second chapters of this Scripture should have been fully understood by them. How can there be more content?

"Teacher, I suggest you take younger martial sister song and me in. Don't waste your time on this man who is fishing for fame." Li Xiang said.

The white haired Confucian shook his head and sighed, "well, let's go."

He still had a glimmer of hope for Lu Yu before, but now, seeing that Lu Yu was still writing, the glimmer of hope in his heart disappeared.

The white haired scholar didn't say it clearly, but obviously, Lu Yu's fraud in the perception of saints' classics will ruin his reputation in the whole Bailu Academy. Even if no one drives him away, he can't stay in white deer Academy.

As for song Anqi, she has been quietly watching, with no waves in her eyes.

Just as several people got up and were ready to leave, suddenly there was a cry of surprise behind them.

"What's going on?" Li Xiang said displeased.

"Elder martial brother, look at the paper in the boy's hand!" a Confucian scholar pointed to the landing feather.

Li Xiang looked at the past, but saw the paper in front of Lu Yu, even vaguely emitting a bright light.

Lu Yu made another stroke.

Boom!

The whole piece of paper broke directly, but the ink on it did not scatter, but floated in the air.

For a moment, Lu Yu didn't even use paper. He directly waved his pen and ink in the air.

"He... He writes in the air?" exclaimed a Confucian scholar.