The students bowed four times and sang together, showing the air of a gentleman.

Li Sheng beats the drum five times and rings it once.

The old teacher praised and sang: "Broken Meng Shizi."

All the students knelt down and prepared to write.

At this time, there were also servants from the academy for the students. They carried short tables and pens, inks, papers and inkstones one by one, and put them neatly.

"Hey, where's the pen?"

"Why don't you have a pen? Did you miss it?"

Soon some students noticed that the pens, inks, paper and inkstones brought by the servants did not have pens at all. Moreover, it was not that one or two students did not have pens, but all the students did not have pens.

When all the students were surprised, they saw another strange phenomenon in the sky above the temple.

In the strong literary style, there seems to be a pen looming, which seems to run through ancient and modern times and write the history of the world...

"Holy pen!"

Some students from aristocratic families exclaimed.

When the other students heard this, they immediately understood that this was the holy pen of Confucianism.

Although most people have never seen the Holy Pen, except for a few people such as Feng Qingyan, basically everyone has heard of it.

The holy pen has the reputation of being the best pen in the world.

At this time, the old teacher sang loudly again: "Students bow to the pen and ask for the pen."
Chapter completed!