Peerless Taoist

In an instant, the brush moved like a snake, and the words were written on the back of the paper with great force.    

"Good words!"    

Almost everyone who saw the handwriting could not help but praise it in their hearts.    

Li Xian also frowned slightly, then snorted coldly and said, "I'm just asking for Master's special guidance. Humph, no matter how good the handwriting is, it's useless if you can't write anything."    

He originally planned to show off here.    

But he didn't expect that Lu Yu would suddenly appear and attract all the attention that was gathered on him. This made him very unhappy.    

Lu Yu wrote very quickly. In a short period of time, a piece of paper was filled with words.    

"Strange, why does he have so many?"    

"Could it be that he really has some ability?"    

The others felt a sense of dread in their hearts. It was obvious that Lu Yu had not gained much insight.    

He was just sitting in front of the ancient text of the Literary Saint. He took a glance at it. Could it be that he had successfully gained enlightenment just like that?    

One page, two pages... Very quickly, seven or eight pages of paper appeared beside Lu Yu.    

"Impossible!" Li Xian cried out strangely and casually picked up one.    

With just one look, Li Xian was shocked to find that it really was the scripture of the Sage Wen.    

He didn't believe it and flipped through a few more pages. He suddenly found a spot and laughed. "Haha, I knew you wrote it blindly. You've completely misunderstood this place."    

The white-haired scholar also walked over. He took a look at what Li Xian discovered and let out a long sigh.    

The scriptures that Lu Yu had written were very different from the ones they had comprehended before.    

"Here, and here. You've written all of them incorrectly. Ai! " Li Xian let out a long sigh as a trace of disdain flashed across his eyes.    

However, Lu Yu did not stop writing on this matter, and he continued writing one by one.    

Very quickly, the 2000 word scripture was completed, but Lu Yu didn't stop writing.    

Seeing this, Li Xian could not help but laugh, "Haha, I knew you were guessing. Why? Are you unable to get off the stage now? You should save your breath. Take it out and show it to Great Ru, then quickly get lost!"    

He and the scriptures formed by the great Confucians only had a total of two thousand words.    

The upper and lower parts of the scriptures should have already been fully comprehended by them, so how could there be more content?    

"Teacher, I suggest that you bring Junior Sister Song and me in. Don't waste time on this person who is fishing for fame." Li Xiangdao said.    

The white-haired scholar shook his head and let out a long sigh. "Alright, let's go."    

Previously, he still had a glimmer of hope for Lu Yu, but now, seeing that Lu Yu was still writing, the trace of hope in his heart disappeared.    

The white-haired Confucian did not say it clearly, but it was obvious that Lu Yu's understanding of the saint's scriptures would be fabricated, and his reputation in the White Deer Academy would be tarnished. Even if no one chased him away, he wouldn't be able to stay in the White Deer Academy.    

As for Song Anqi, she had been quietly watching from the side, and there was no ripple in her eyes.    

Just as the few of them got up and prepared to leave, suddenly, cries of alarm sounded from behind them.    

"What's going on?" Li Xian said unhappily.    

"Senior Brother, look at the paper in that kid's hand!" A scholar pointed at Lu Yu and said.    

Li Xian looked over and saw that the paper in front of Lu Yu was faintly emitting a bright light.    

Lu Yu drew another stroke.    

Bang!    

The entire piece of paper broke into pieces. However, the ink on it did not dissipate. Instead, it floated in the air.    

In an instant, Lu Yu did not even use the paper. He directly waved the brush and ink in the air.    

"He... He wrote in the air?" A scholar exclaimed.