I became a saint with idle books

“Poof…” Nan Yuan took a sip of tea and sprayed himself, looking at the picture in the shadow stone, listening to the voice, it was clearly Wan An Bo Chen Luo.

“This… How did this Wan Amber go to the top? Someone in the audience exclaimed.

“Yes, isn’t Wenhuan only available to Confucianists? Wan Anbo is also a Confucian? ”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Mr. Nan said that in the court, some people questioned because Wan Anbo did not awaken the talent to read through, and forced Wan Anbo to write the poem “Yongzhu”! ”

“But… What’s going on? ”

For a moment, everyone’s eyes looked at Nanyuanxi.

Nan Yuan sighed for a moment, and suddenly shouted at Xiao Er; “Quick, quick, take my awakening wood, today I want to comment on the ‘Linhuang Ring’ on the spot!”

……

Linglong Building.

“Ah, it’s Wanamber! ”

“Wan Anbo also participates in the literary ring? ”

“Didn’t Wan Anbo say before that he wasn’t a Confucian? ”

“Don’t talk, let me watch Wan Amber quietly…”

……

Oriyanagi Academy.

Shengwen Square erupted into strong cheers when Tian Xiangwan introduced himself, and just after the students vented their enthusiasm, they heard a young voice from the shadows——

“Da Xuan Wan Anbo, Chen Luo. ”

“Him, his mother! Some students directly burst the exit, “This is… Wanamber? ”

“Lie down – why did he go up? ”

“What to do? Do I support him or Senior Sister Tian now? ”

“You are stupid, he and Senior Sister Tian are together. ”

In the courtyard head room, Kong Tianfang lost his hand and pulled out one of his beards, and he looked at Tian Haiyi: “Haiyi, this is the Chen Luo we know?” ”

Tian Haiyi also stared at the phantom and confirmed repeatedly, nodding and saying, “The head of the courtyard, exactly!” ”

Kong Tianfang suddenly slapped the table: “Then what did he go up for?” ”

Tian Haiyi also looked puzzled: “Could it be Wen Xiang’s killing chess?” ”

“Kill a chess fart, that smelly chess basket, still qualified to play dark chess? ”

Tian Haiyi:(((┏(; ￣▽￣)┛

I didn’t hear anything, I don’t know, it’s not about me!

……

Compared with the reactions of all over the capital, the scene in Dongque is more than ten times lively.

After all, with the fame of “The Shame of the Literati”, almost everyone knows that Wan Anbo Chen Luo Wencai is extraordinary, but unfortunately he does not have the talent to read through, and he cannot give birth to Haoran righteousness.

But the problem is that the competition of Wen Huan requires Haoran righteousness.

So what did he come to power for?

For a while, everyone’s eyes looked at Wen Xiangyan Baichuan, who was selected and arranged by the person in charge, and Yan Baichuan was still sitting safely, closing his eyes slightly, not caring about the gazes around him.

The political minister frowned and wanted to ask, but his lips moved slightly, but he still endured it. Ye Heng, who was sitting above, was curious: “Wen Xiang, this Wan Anbo is not a Confucian, how can he arrange for him to go up?” ”

Wen Xiang turned his head and said with a faint smile: “Your Majesty is in no hurry, Rong Chen will sell a pass, and you will see it immediately.” ”

Ye Heng nodded, and stopped asking.

……

At this time, on the demon mission, the rabbit demon beside Bai Qingqing shouted all over his head, and knelt directly on the ground: “Young master, as far as the slave knows, that Wan Anbo is indeed not a Confucian student!” ”

Bai Qingqing also had a solemn look on her face: “Get up.” There must be something strange in this, but even he must not be able to pass my level. ”

At this moment, Hou An’s voice was remembered again on the East Que Square, suppressing the noise of the audience.

“Ask the envoy of the demon race to play the proposition-”

Bai Qingqing stood up from the soft seat, her tall figure was curvy, her eyes were instantly firm, and with slender thighs, she stepped down from the demon viewing platform step by step, and then onto the jade high platform. Bai Qingqing did not shy away from showing his fox ears, a furry foxtail behind him, swaying with the waist swinging, I don’t know how many people’s heartstrings were hooked.

She stepped onto the jade high platform, nodded to the left and right respectively, and then saluted respectfully towards Ye Heng, who was in a high position in the front: “The Fox Clan Qingqiu is white and blue, and he was ordered by the Holy Monarch Hall of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom to send an envoy to Daxuan.” I have seen His Majesty the Great Xuan Emperor. ”

At this time, there was another commotion among the people on the periphery, and even the surprise of Chen Luo’s previous appearance on the stage was suppressed.

“Is this the daughter of Princess Danro? Sure enough, she has the demeanor of Princess Danluo! ”

“Princess Danluo back then, I don’t know how many literati and elegant people dumped, but I didn’t expect to end up cheapening a fox. ”

“It doesn’t matter, which hero will marry this young master back. ”

“What to do? I kind of want to support the young master! ”

……

Not caring about the calls outside the field, Ye Heng looked at Bai Qingqing seriously, and said gently: “Excuse me.” After this salute, there is no need to give more gifts. When she was young, Aunt Danluo took good care of her, and after her death, she was also heartbroken. You will enter Xuanjing this time, stay a few more days, and see this big Xuanjing city for your mother. ”

Bai Qingqing blessed the blessing again: “Qingqing knows, Your Majesty Xie.” ”

Ye Heng nodded, and Hou An spoke up again: “Please ask the demon to come up with the question!” ”

Bai Qingqing stood up, his gaze passed in front of the four people on the stage, and finally stayed on Chen Luo’s body for a moment longer, and then moved away.

With a move of Bai Qingqing’s hand, four rays of light flew out from the embassy seat and levitated above the jade high platform. Bai Qingqing waved his hand, and the four rays of light dissipated, revealing four scrolls with bark patterns, and an old aura was revealed on this scroll.

“Spring and Autumn Holy Page? As soon as this bark scroll appeared, a historian who was sitting at the viewing table got up and looked at the four scrolls of bark, “This is the Spring and Autumn Holy Page!” ”

Bai Qingqing heard the voice of this Shijia Daru, smiled faintly, bowed slightly, and said, “Not bad, this is the Spring and Autumn Holy Page.” ”

“There are ancient trees that turn into demons, and they do not die for three thousand years, which can be called spring and autumn ancient trees. ”

“Tanning its bark into paper is the sacred page of spring and autumn. ”

“In the past, Kong Sheng, the most holy master of Confucianism, took the bark of a 30,000-year-old tree and wrote “Spring and Autumn”. Today, Qingqing did not dare to slow down Confucian Junxiu, and asked for a few books of bark from an ancient tree Venerable on Qingqiu Mountain to make a Spring and Autumn Holy Page. ”

“Right to be the paper of today’s paper. ”

Wen Xiang frowned slightly.

……

“Despicable. ”

In the North Wind Tower, Nanyuan smashed the awakening wood in his hand with hatred, although his cultivation was not high, but he also knew a lot about Confucianism, and when he heard Bai Qingqing’s words, he blurted out.

“Mr. Nan, is there anything special about this? Someone asked.

Nan Yuan let out a long breath of depression and explained, “You don’t know something. This Spring and Autumn Holy Page is tainted with the vicissitudes of time, and non-heirloom poetry cannot leave a trace on it. The poems that can be written on the pages of the Spring and Autumn Sacred Rites must be handed down from generation to generation. ”

“According to the rules, the restrictions on the ring are two. But this move by the demon race is equivalent to an extra condition. ”

Some people wondered: “Then shall we just refuse to get rid of it?” ”

Nan Yuanxi shook his head: “It is customary for Wen Huan to use the pen, ink, paper and inkstone provided by the party who made the question. In the past, there was a time when the demon race came up with a problem, using the sacred bone of the demon race great saint as a pen, and no one could handle it. Fortunately, the Book Saint King Xizhi was born, wrestled with the Holy Pen for an hour, and finally surrendered the other party before passing the level. ”

“Passing on the poetry…” Everyone looked at the phantom again, and their gazes fell on Chen Luo, “With Wan Anbo here, it must be fine!” ”

At this time, Bai Qingqing in the shadow spoke again: “This time, the first restriction is——”

Purple Pen Literature