Chapter 203

The hall of sages is the most solemn place of the hundred scriptures.

Usually, only when the head of the Academy convenes the ministers to discuss the matters of the academy can they be eligible to enter.

Today, Li Ling was called to the sage hall by the head of the hospital. It can be seen that this is a great honor.

But Li Ling felt that the sudden appearance of the head of the hospital seemed very unusual.

After what happened between Wang Jinse and Zou Tiankai, people outside are criticizing what the 100 academies do.

Inherit the way of sages and cultivate talents for the imperial court.

Of course, everyone knows this, but everyone is also thinking, is this the state of people who enter hundreds of schools.

Especially Wang Jinse's last sentence, which is the devil's den of practitioners, will only make people lose their reason for interests.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this sentence that the reputation of hundreds of schools has been damaged.

People didn't know there were so many dirty things in it before.

In order to alleviate the external reputation, the head of the hospital decided to bury Wang Jinse and Zou Tiankai, and take in musicians' disciples at the same time.

The most important thing is to tell the outside world that those who win the laurel will get rich rewards!

The name of the head of the hospital is Hua Yucai.

As the name suggests, he wants to give people talent.

We usually call him the head of the Chinese Academy.

An old man of nearly 60 looks ugly, but there are many sharp points in his eyes.

Only the two of them entered the hall of sages, and Hua Yucai praised with a smile: "Li Ling, you won the first of 100 for the painter for the first time, and your future will be unlimited in the future."

In the hall of sages, there are portraits of the ancestors of major schools.

Confucius of Confucianism, grandson of strategists, Mozi of Mohism, Laozi of Taoism

These portraits sit there like gods, as if overlooking the people.

"One day, your portrait will be hung on it for people to worship." Hua Yucai said so, as if he had painted a big cake for Li Ling.

"As for the gossip, don't care."

Li Ling thought, I'm afraid this is the most important thing Hua Yucai wants to say.

With that, Hua Yucai took out a brocade box, which contained a dress.

"This is Tiansi silkworm robe. It's a medium-quality spirit tool. Let's take it as your reward this time."

Hundreds of schools are really rich and powerful. They can reward a medium-quality spirit weapon at will.

Li Ling didn't think much and took it.

"Anything else?"

Hua Yucai thought Li Ling would be moved by thousands of thanks, but he didn't expect such a face.

However, Hua Yucai just wanted to say what he wanted to say.

"In fact, I've seen that your accomplishments have long exceeded your master Yang Xiaozi, right?"

Sure enough, the head of the hospital's vision was unusual.

Other elders are not as powerful as Hua Yucai. They only think that Yang Lizi taught Li Ling well.

"Yes, how?"

Hua Yucai sneered: "that Yang Fuzi only knows how to revitalize painters all day, but he himself has no ability. It can be said that he is ambitious and talented."

That's true.

Although Yang Fuzi is a little talented, it is impossible to only rely on him to revitalize painters.

If Li Ling intends to stay, the painter's future must be revitalized by Li Ling.

Hua Yucai continued, "Yang Fuzi doesn't know his ability and doesn't like competition, so how can he become a qualified elder?"

"What do you want to say?"

Li Ling felt more and more that Hua Yucai had something to say.

"In fact, I want to ask, if sheep's hair dies, how about you being the painter elder?"

The news came as a bolt from the blue.

The head of the hall wants to kill the painter elder!

Has the hundred schools of classical learning been so chaotic?

But Li Ling can't imagine why Hua Yucai said so.

No matter how bad the sheep's hair is, it's hard not to contribute to the scholasticism.

Hua Yucai coughed twice and continued: "Yang Fuzi is a good man, but he is not obedient, so I can't allocate too many resources to him."

Obviously, there is a secret hidden in Hua Yucai's words.

At the same time, Li Ling also felt that Yang Fuzi didn't seem as unbearable as he saw. Did he have more secrets to tell himself?

"Li Ling, if you agree, I'll make you an artist elder within two years."

Two years later, when Li Ling was less than 20 years old, such a young elder must be famous in the Jianghu. It will be amazing.

"I can also move my aura array eyes to Dan Qingdao. You can take as many disciples as you want. Except me, you will enjoy the status of one person in the academy!"

At this moment, Li Ling smelled something, like the smell of human blood?

The smell was thin, only a trace, but it came from the back of the sage hall.

Li Ling pointed to the wall of the sage Hall: "what's over there?"

"Oh, that's the forbidden area of the Academy. No one can enter except me."

Li Ling has noticed that there is something wrong. The 100 schools of classical learning are not as simple as he thought.

"Li Ling, have you made up your mind? Would you like to be a painter's elder? Resources, wealth, reputation, everything."

Hua Yucai thought Li Ling would agree, but Li Ling refused directly in three words.

"Not interested."

Joke, let Li Ling such a demon emperor condescend to be a painter elder in the Academy. If it is spread to the nine days, Li Ling will be laughed to death.

Suddenly, Hua Yucai was stunned. He didn't expect Li Ling to refuse.

"Why not?"

Then, Li Ling turned and left: "no interest is no interest."

At this moment, Hua Yucai was furious: "do you even dare to violate the life of the head of my court!"

This angry drink shook the sage hall, and the hanging portraits began to shake slightly.

I thought this would scare Li Ling.

But Li Ling sneered: "do you dare to say what you think and ask publicly? If you dare, I will kill sheep for you."

Hua Yucai was stunned.

He looked at the figure of Li Ling walking farther and farther, and realized that things might be different from what he had preset.

Although Li Ling doesn't know what Hua Yucai's plot is, he knows that this guy must not dare to make such remarks public.

That will inevitably lead to a bloodbath of hundreds of scholasticism.

Li Ling left Shengxian island and returned to Qingdao.

In Qingdao, there were a group of brothers waiting for congratulations, especially the elder Yang Fuzi. He happily picked up Li Ling: "good disciple, you are so good! Our painter has a long face!"

"Third brother is great!"

"Did you get the reward from the head of the Chinese Academy? Take it out and let the brothers have a look."

Li Ling didn't respond to these things, but quickly pulled Yang Fuzi to a cabin and asked, "Zou Shoucheng died last year. How many elders have died in recent years?"

Although Yang Fuzi didn't know why Li Ling asked.

But he pinched his fingers and said, "nine elders have died in eighteen years! One for each school!"