Peerless Taoist

Lu Yu listened in all directions, and he could already hear the students whispering. He had already tried it three times, but no matter which time it was, it could not satisfy the Confucian in front of him.    

"So that's how it is. This question actually has the effect of filtering! Only those who recognize Xun Sheng can be summoned into it and listen to his lecture."    

After thinking about this clearly, Lu Yu did not hesitate any longer and started writing rapidly.    

The other students also noticed Lu Yu.    

They all stopped writing and looked at Lu Yu in shock.    

"How could he write so fast? Did he prepare it in advance because he had a plan in mind?"    

"This person looks a little unfamiliar. I don't think I've seen such a person in the academy before!"    

Everyone only saw Lu Yu's brush moving quickly. The paper was already filled with beautiful and neat words.    

But the most important thing was Lu Yu's thinking.    

It was as if he didn't even need to think, and as soon as he finished writing a line, he immediately wrote a line.    

"Who knows? Maybe he just wrote a bunch of nonsense and wanted to take advantage of it. If you're discovered, you'll be disqualified, and you won't be able to listen to a Saint's lecture for the rest of your life "    

Someone crossed his arms and sneered.    

The people who were left outside were all people who had tried many times but failed.    

The great scholar guarding the door looked amiable, but he was extremely strict.    

Anyone who dared to write nonsense would be severely criticized. If it was more serious, they would even be locked up in the Ji Xia Academy's solitary room.    

The surrounding students immediately surrounded them, ready to watch a good show.    

Some of the people who were paying attention wanted to see the words on Lu Yu's paper, but they felt as if their eyes had been stabbed by something, and they suddenly closed their eyes.    

It was the killing intent of Ling Xiao in the brush and ink that Lu Yu had written.    

The words were appropriate.    

To use words to hurt others, this was the means of Confucianism.    

Some Confucianism cultivators would run out with the brush and ink of the Deceased Saint when facing an enemy. The power contained within the words was enough to kill a peerless expert.    

This was especially true for experts who had cultivated to major completion. For example, the Great Tang's high level Daolord, Yan Zhenqing, had only needed to write a few words to force Lu Yu to use all his strength to barely deal with them.    

"The calligraphy is not bad, but what I see here is not how good your calligraphy is!"    

The other students revealed cold smiles as they gathered around. They used their powers to support their eyes and forcibly watched.    

When they saw the article that Lu Yu had written, their expressions suddenly changed. It was as if they were looking at a monster.    

One of the Confucian Sect students even flushed red. He angrily shouted, "Stop! Stop writing nonsense!"    

They wanted to step forward to stop him, but to their surprise, the Great Confucian on the platform flicked his sleeve and chased the few Confucian Sect students a hundred meters away.    

"Those who make noise will be expelled."    

The Confucian scholar said indifferently.    

The others immediately didn't dare to make any noise and sat on the ground obediently.    

However, they were no longer in the mood to write. They were all looking at each other and communicating with the Spiritual Sense.    

Obviously, what Lu Yu wrote had gone beyond their understanding.    

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lu Yu stopped writing.    

There were about a thousand words written on the white paper.    

Not looking at the content first, just looking at the words was enough to make many people drunk in it.    

The words were natural and strong. Between the horizontal and vertical strokes, there seemed to be a sword intent that was as high as the sky.