Amidst everyone's cynicism, Lu Yu picked up his pen and started writing.
In an instant, the pen moved quickly, and the handwriting penetrated the back of the paper.
"Good words!"
Almost everyone who sees this trace can't help but admire it from the bottom of their hearts.
Li Xiang also frowned slightly, and then snorted coldly: "I just asked the master for special guidance, huh, no matter how good the handwriting is, it's useless if you can't write anything."
He originally planned to make a splash here.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yu suddenly appeared and attracted all the eyes originally focused on him, which made him very unhappy.
Lu Yu wrote very quickly. In just a few moments, a piece of paper was filled with densely packed words.
"It's weird, why are there so many of them?"
"Could it be that he really has some strength?"
Others were puzzled, but Lu Yu clearly didn't understand much.
Just by sitting in front of the classics of the Literary Saint and taking a glance at it, could it be that I have achieved a successful realization?
One page or two... Soon, there were seven or eight more pages of paper beside Lu Yu.
"Impossible!" Li Xiang screamed strangely and picked up a piece of paper.
After just one glance, Li Xiang was shocked to find that this was actually a Chinese Bible.
He didn't believe in evil, so he flipped through a few more pages, suddenly found something, and laughed loudly: "Haha, I knew you were writing blindly, you simply understood this place wrong."
The white-haired scholar also walked over, took a look at the mistakes Li Xiang found, and sighed deeply.
There was a big gap between the scriptures written by Lu Yu and what they had understood before.
"Here, and here, you wrote them all wrong. Alas!" Li Xiang let out a long sigh, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
However, Lu Yu did not stop writing, and continued writing one after another.
Soon, the two thousand words of scripture were completed, but Lu Yu did not stop writing.
When Li Xiang saw this, he couldn't help laughing: "Haha, I knew you were deceived. Why, are you unable to step down now? You'd better save it, show it to the scholar, and then get out of here!"
The scriptures composed by him and the great Confucians before him are only two thousand words in total.
The two chapters of this scripture should have been fully understood by them. How could there be more content?
"Teacher, I suggest you take me and Junior Sister Song in. Don't waste time on this person who is just trying to gain fame." Li Xiang said.
The white-haired scholar shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, let's go."
He still had a glimmer of hope for Lu Yu before, but now, seeing that Lu Yu is still writing, that glimmer of hope in his heart has disappeared.
The white-haired scholar didn't say it clearly, but it was obvious that Lu Yu's falsification of his understanding of the saint's classics would bring disrepute to the entire White Deer Academy. Even if no one drove him away, he would not be able to stay in the White Deer Academy any longer.
As for Song Anqi, she had been watching quietly, with no waves in her eyes.
Just when a few people stood up and were about to leave, suddenly, there was a sound of exclamation behind them.
"What's going on?" Li Xiang asked displeased.
"Brother, look at the paper in that kid's hand!" A Confucian scholar pointed at Lu Yu and said.
Li Xiang looked over and saw that the paper in front of Lu Yu was faintly emitting a bright light.
Lu Yu made another stroke.
Bang!
The entire piece of paper shattered into pieces, but the ink stains on it did not fall apart, but instead floated in the air.
For a moment, Lu Yu didn't even use paper, he just wrote and wrote in the air.
"He...he writes in the air?" a Confucian scholar exclaimed.