However, the content is too broad, making it difficult to write down.
Lu Yu'er listened from all directions and could already hear some students whispering. He had already tried three times, but no matter which time he could not satisfy the scholar in front of him.
"So it turns out that this question actually plays a screening role! Only those who recognize Xun Sheng can be summoned to enter and listen to his lectures."
After thinking about this clearly, Lu Yu no longer hesitated and started writing quickly.
Other students also noticed Lu Yu.
They all stopped writing and looked at Lu Yu dumbfounded.
"How could he write so fast? Did he have the draft in mind and prepare it in advance?"
"This person is a bit unfamiliar. I haven't seen such a person in the academy before!"
Everyone saw that Lu Yu's brush was moving very fast, and the paper was already filled with beautiful and neat words.
But the most important point lies in Lu Yu's thinking.
As if he didn't have to think at all, he just finished writing a line and immediately wrote the next line.
"Who knows? Maybe I just wrote nonsense and tried to find some tricks. If I am discovered, I will be directly disqualified and I will never be able to listen to the lectures of the saint again in my life."
Some people crossed their arms and sneered.
These people who were left outside were all people who had tried many times and failed.
The great scholar guarding the door looked amiable, but was extremely strict.
Anyone who dares to write randomly will be severely criticized. If it is more serious, they will be put in the solitary room of Jixia Academy.
The surrounding students also immediately gathered around, ready to watch the show.
Some people who paid attention wanted to read the words on Lu Yu's paper, but they felt that their eyes seemed to be stung by something and they closed their eyes suddenly.
The pen and ink written by Lu Yu contained Ling Xiao's murderous intention.
Words are like people.
To hurt others with words is a Confucian method.
Some Confucian and Taoist monks, when facing an enemy, would throw out the pen and ink of the ancestors. The power contained in the writings inside would be enough to shock a peerless strong man to death.
Especially those who have reached great heights in cultivation, such as Yan Zhenqing, a senior Taoist master of the Tang Dynasty, could barely cope with it by forcing Lu Yu to go all out just by writing a few words.
"The calligraphy is pretty good, but what I see here is not how beautiful your handwriting is!"
The other students all gathered around with sneers on their faces, using magic power to support their eyes and forced themselves to watch.
When they read the article written by Lu Yu, their expressions suddenly changed, as if they were looking at some monster.
Among them was a Confucian student whose face turned red and shouted angrily: "Stop now, stop writing randomly!"
They were about to step forward to stop them, but unexpectedly, the Confucian scholar on the high platform flicked his long sleeves and immediately drove the Confucian students a hundred meters away.
"Those who make noises will be kicked out."
The scholar said calmly.
Others immediately did not dare to make any noise and sat on the ground.
However, they have no intention of writing now. They are all looking at each other and communicating with their spiritual consciousness.
Obviously, what Lu Yu wrote was beyond their understanding.
Another moment of burning incense passed before Lu Yu stopped writing.
On that roll of white paper, about a thousand words have been written eloquently.
Regardless of the content, just reading the text is enough to make many people indulge in it.
The font is natural, strong and powerful, and between the horizontal and vertical strokes, there seems to be a sword intent like the sky.