I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

The three made an oath.

In an instant, a palpitating breath came from the sky and entered the bodies of the three of them.

Confucian scholars practice Confucianism and Taoism, and there are Confucianism and Taoism in heaven. Once they break their vows, they will be punished.

Feng Zishu clasped his fists and said.

"Since the matter has been cleared up, we won't stay any longer. You can rest and recuperate. After you recover, we will travel to Nanjun together!"

Fang Yi and Zhang Heng also hugged their fists and said goodbye.

Chu He chuckled and cupped his fists in greeting.

Half a month later, with the blessing of Futi Pill, Chu He's physical injuries healed.

In the past half a month, he has not been idle, and has been sharpening the saint's treasure.

Although the saint's cultural treasure is a property of the human race in the world, it is owned by Li Lin after all, and Li Lin's literary spirit has not dissipated.

If Chu He wants to use it smoothly and be completely driven by his arms, he must dispel Li Lin's literary energy above and inject his own literary energy repeatedly, so that he can completely use it for himself.

Lin Zhennan came to take care of him once a day, and Chu He told Lin Zhennan about Saint Wenbao.

Lin Zhennan didn't respond at all, he just said that Chu He can use it by himself, his tone was indifferent, as if he wasn't talking about the sage's treasures, but what he ate this morning.

But Lin Zhennan was like this, Chu He was prepared.

After all, Lin Zhennan is a martial artist. If he is a second-rank Confucian scholar, Chu He can give him the Qixing Lianyue Plate.

The seven-star Lianyue plate was originally used by the sage Zhuge Kongming to stop the sage Sima Yi. It is most suitable for arranging troops, and handing it over to Lin Zhennan, the first general of Dagan, will make the best use of it.

It's just a pity that there is no if in this world.

After Lin Zhennan heard about it, he didn't regret it, and only said something that made Chu He dumbfounded.

"I can't use it, can't you use it too? After today, follow me to study the art of war, and I will teach you how to arrange troops."

Since then, apart from resting and recuperating, Chu He reads the art of war every day, and Lin Zhennan even comes here every night to examine the art of war.

After more than half a month, Chu He didn't read any other books, but read seven or eight books on military affairs.

After learning that Chu He had recovered, the three of Feng Zishu rushed over immediately.

"You're finally cured. The three of us wanted to come to you early in the morning, but we didn't bother you because you wanted to recuperate. Let's go and visit South County with us."

The four of them went out together, and along the way, the three of them kept talking about how good Nanjun was, not much worse than the capital.

Chu He chuckled inwardly.

The three of them said on the surface that they took him to play in Nanjun, but in fact they took this opportunity to not want him to leave.

Feng Zishu pointed to the sky while walking and said.

"Chu He, I'm not bragging. The most prosperous place in Dagan, besides the capital city, is our South County. Look at the Qinsefang, and listen to the sound of the Qinse. If you want to listen to it, it costs a thousand taels of silver. You Look at the Yihong Courtyard, you can find any kind of girl."

"As long as you don't leave Nanjun, you just want the No. 1 red card wandering fairy, and I can arrange it for you, how about it, whether you are tempted or not."

Fang Yi was on the side, and said with some doubts.

"Isn't the top card in Yihong Court only selling art and not selling oneself? I remember that Zhang Heng had been there before, and the wandering fairy didn't agree to throwing down ten thousand taels of silver."

Feng Zishu said furiously.

"What are you talking about? People don't want to sell their bodies because Zhang Heng is too ugly. The wandering fairy is talking about feelings, and he doesn't like the ten thousand taels of silver."

When Feng Zishu said this, Zhang Heng was not happy, and cursed.

"What? I'm ugly? You don't even ask others, I'm one of the most beautiful men in South County. "

Speaking of their handsomeness, the three of Feng Zishu are indeed well-known in Nanjun, but Feng Zishu and Fang Yi don't like to dress up very much, they always regard themselves as scholars, and they wear green robes when they go out.

Zhang Heng is particular. Zhang Heng is one of the most romantic people in South County. When he goes out, he must wear a white robe, a jade pendant around his waist, and a high crown on his head. He looks like a dog. At first glance, he is indeed more handsome than Feng Zishu and Fang Yi.

Hearing that Zhang Heng also made trouble, Feng Zishu was very powerless.

"I said, are you two brains flooded? I said this to keep Chu He, can you not tear down my platform?"

"As long as Chu He stays, what's the matter if you suffer some grievances, what's the matter!"

Only then did Fang Yi and Zhang Heng come to their senses, and quickly said to Chu He.

"Chu He, the two of us were farting just now, what Feng Zishu said is correct, Feng Zishu can really get the number one girl in Yihong Academy."

"Feng Zishu, let's go now, maybe Chu He has entered Ruanrou Township and can be stayed by the Wandering Fairy?"

Feng Zishu's face turned green.

He just said a word, and the reputation of the wandering fairy was heard throughout the South County. Zhang Heng wanted to throw down the taels of silver, but people didn't agree.

Not to mention that people don't want silver, even if it is ten thousand taels of silver, Feng Zishu can't get it out.

Seeing Feng Zishu's complexion changed drastically, how could Chu He not know what was going on, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

But suddenly, a voice came from the side.

"Tsk, is this the disciple of a famous family in Nanjun? You can really brag, and you actually say that Nanjun is the second largest city?"

Hearing this, Feng Zishu frowned displeasedly, and looked aside.

As far as the eye can see, there are three men in white robes, handsome in appearance, but with an accent, they are from the capital.

Fang Yi asked coldly.

"You three, you don't sound like Nanjun people with your accent."

The three said with a sneer.

"Of course we are not from Nanjun, we are from the capital."

The person beside him looked at Chu He and said.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Bailong who has become famous in the capital? How did he fall to this point?"

"Tsk, I heard that he colluded with ghost cultivators at the Longmen Talented Scholars Association in the capital, causing the death of more than 20 heirs of the aristocratic family in the capital.

"No, Brother Ai, I heard that if ghost energy enters the body, there won't be much life left? How come Chu He is still alive?"

The man named Brother Ai gave a disdainful laugh, pointed at Chu He and said.

"You don't understand this, who is our Mr. Bailong? He is the grandson of King Zhennan."

"Dangtang Zhennan King, is it difficult to get three great Confucian scholars to imbue Mr. Bailong with literary energy?"

"Oh! I understand, but I heard that after the body is filled with literary energy, the realm of Confucian scholars will no longer improve throughout their lives. That is to say, Chu He is now a useless person?"

"Basically, he is the grandson of King Zhennan after all. It's better to be dead than alive. Maybe it's okay to switch to martial arts?"

"Tsk tsk, in my opinion, what is Zhennan King, what is Nanjun, it is a group of bandits who protect each other and do not obey the transfer order of the capital."

"Isn't that what you said? Otherwise, why did Prime Minister Zuo always have a headache for King Nanjun Zhennan? That's it."

The three of you said something to each other, and directly labeled the entire Nanjun and Zhennan King as bandits.