I became a saint with idle books

Chen Luo’s shout fell, and Ji Zhong rushed onto the jade high platform in a flash.

“Xiao Ji, are you ready? Chen Luo asked.

Xiao Ji sighed resignedly: “Come on!” ”

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, put his hand on Xiao Ji’s chest, and launched the Star Absorbing Dafa!

……

“What is Amber doing? In the North Wind Building, everyone saw Chen Luo’s movements and looked strange.

The skeptical gaze in Nan Yuanxi’s eyes flashed: “This… Could it be? Wouldn’t it…”

……

Red Sleeve Academy.

“Butterfly Fei, is this Wan Amber’s quirk? When you usually follow Wan Amber, does he do the same to you? Liu Mengrui suddenly came to Cheng Diefei’s side.

Cheng Diefei looked at the palm that Chen Luo placed on Xiao Ji’s chest in the shadow, looked down at himself again, and patted Liu Mengrui in disgust: “Don’t talk nonsense, Big Brother Chen has never touched me!” ”

Liu Mengrui pouted: “This way!” I overheard my dad and aunt say that you can get bigger with more rubbing there, and I see that you seem to be getting bigger lately. ”

“Blah blah, blah, Cheng Diefei’s face turned red instantly, but his heart still moved, and he looked down again, “Really… Has it really gotten bigger? ”

……

“Wen Xiang, Chen Luo, this is here…” Ye Heng finally couldn’t hold back and asked again.

“Your Majesty, it will be fine soon. Wen Xiang said with a smile.

Ye Heng: ̄へ ̄

……

“Gongzi, are you okay? I’m dying. Ji Zhong’s face instantly turned much paler, and Chen Luo sensed the degree of tolerance of the meridians, nodded, and stopped the Star Absorbing Dafa.

Ji Zhong stumbled a step before he could barely stand firm, and Chen Luo pouted: “Xiao Ji, you still have to strengthen your cultivation, I can’t suck you, it’s not good!” ”

Ji Zhong also did not have the strength to answer, holding his last breath and carefully jumping from the edge of the high platform.

“Uncle, what are you doing? Bai Qingqing frowned, her heart full of vigilance, worried about what kind of conspiracy this was.

Chen Luo stretched his body: “Don’t be nervous, just inhale a little Haoran righteous qi.” ”

After speaking, Chen Luo exuded the Haoran righteous qi in his body, and in an instant Chen Luo was shrouded in the blue light of Haoran righteous qi.

Almost at the same time, there were exclamations from the audience.

Zhou Zuofeng stood up abruptly in surprise, and Ye Heng also subconsciously grabbed the handle of the seat, and an incredulous expression appeared on Ye Qu’s face beside him.

Even Fa Xiang, who had always been as stable as Mount Tai, looked at Wen Xiang in surprise.

……

North Wind Building.

The sound of countless teacups falling to the ground sounded, and no one cared. Everyone looked at the man standing in the blue light in the shadows in obsessiveness.

“What the hell is going on? ”

“What do my eyes see? ”

“What did Wan Anbo do just now and become a Confucian? ”

“Could it be that Wan Amber has always been hidden? ”

Different speculations welled up in everyone’s hearts, and only Nan Yuanxi shouted in his heart——

“Star Absorbing Dafa! This is the great method of star sucking! The martial arts in “Smiling Rivers and Lakes” exist! Exist! ”

……

Bai Qingqing’s face, which had been wearing a decent smile, changed color for the first time, and she looked at Chen Luo, who was shrouded in Haoran’s righteous qi, and her heart was panicked.

Could it be that the Great Xuan Wenchang Pavilion has developed some means that can make ordinary people become Confucianists?

That Great Xuan Trillion People, isn’t it…

Thinking of this, her voice trembled a little uncontrollably: “Wan… Wanamber? ”

Chen Luo chuckled, “Young Lord, it’s my turn.” ”

Saying that, Chen Luo walked towards the Spring and Autumn Holy Page.

The entire Zhongjing City’s gaze was moving with Chen Luo’s movements. At this time, everyone had already reacted from the shock of Chen Luo’s instantaneous transformation into a Confucian student.

After all, the literary ring is still ongoing.

Ordinary people can’t think of so much, they only know that Wan Anbo has Haoran righteousness.

Those who have a slight mind have also calmed down, since the matter of Wan Anbo’s sudden acquisition of Haoran righteousness has been exposed, there will always be a conclusion after that, and the most important thing now is that Wen Huan cannot lose!

For a while, everyone’s focus fell on the literary competition.

Wang Bugui and Fang Xiujie, none of them left ink on the holy page.

Tian Xiangwan wrote a heirloom poem, but he couldn’t make three more, and he wrote a penny.

I originally thought that there was no hope, but I didn’t expect that Wan Anbo turned out to be a Confucian!

He wrote “Du Shiniang” and “Smiling Rivers and Lakes”;

He also wrote the first song “Acacia Order”;

This time, maybe you won’t lose!

……

Chen Luo walked to the first holy page, lifted the brush, the Haoran righteous qi in his body was dipped into the ink, Chen Luo suddenly felt that the paper and pen in his hand seemed to be connected to himself, as long as he wrote Yawen, the Haoran righteous qi would be transported along the barrel of the pen.

“Wan Amber, can you think about it? Bai Qingqing saw Chen Luo staring at the brush in a daze, and couldn’t help but ask.

Chen Luo returned to his senses.

“Four poems, poetry and song endowment, related to time, at least handed down. ”

“Four consecutive songs, the first prime minister’s button. ”

“The four songs must be unified. ”

Chen Luo’s mouth gently repeated the restrictions proposed by Bai Qingqing.

In the shadows, everyone only saw Chen Luo dressed in a man’s robe, holding a pen and ink, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, muttering to himself.

……

“Wanamber, life is for you! Inside the Linglong Building, Hua Kui shouted in his heart, “Enough is enough, what poetry to write, just look like this!” ”

“Don’t argue, Wan Anbo is going to start writing! ”

“Meng’er, your head is lowered for me, and your bun is blocking me from looking at Wan Amber! ”

……

In the small courtyard of the red slave, Luo Hongnu looked at the shadow cast by the shadow stone, gently stroked the piano, and a melody flowed from the strings.

“Girl, aren’t you nervous? The little maid stared at the shadow, feeling dry mouth.

“Nervous about what? What other poetry in the world can stump him! Luo Hongnu said lightly, “I’m here, just cheer for him!” ”

Saying that, a song of “Smiling Rivers and Lakes” that is hard to find in the outside world is playing in the small courtyard!

……

On the jade high platform, Chen Luo picked up his pen and wrote on the first holy page.

“Spring Mountain warm day and wind,”

“Curtain of the Pavilion,”

“Willow swing courtyard. ”

“Song of the warbler swallow,”

“The little bridge is red. ”

……

“It’s Yagqu! A Da Ru recognized this piece at a glance, “This is a spring scene.” Yes, presumably he wrote four poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is the time and years, so broken the topic, wonderful! ”

“You look at this Yaqu, the first sentence ‘Spring Mountain Warm Sun and Wind’, a spring spirit rushes to the face, distant mountains and green forests, bright and warm sun, spring breeze and gentleness. It’s like a picture and it’s a good feeling. Another Da Ru said.

“Yes, the next sentence ‘Gong Gan, Pavilion Curtain, Willow Swing Courtyard’, from far and near, Gonggan, Pavilion, Curtain, Willow, Swing, Small Courtyard, each independent, but connected but all of them are full of spring. I seemed to see the swing of the small courtyard, and the laughter of Miaoling’s daughter. ”

“The best thing is the last two sentences, ‘Yingying swallow dance, small bridge flowing red’, which turns people’s eyes from the courtyard to the sky, and from the sky to the wilderness. It’s spring. ”

“This song writes spring, words and words and paintings spring, like ink landscapes, a few strokes, beautiful and timeless! ”

“Lords, look, the holy page has reacted! ”

All the great ru looked up at the holy page, and saw that every word of the song on the Spring and Autumn holy page was blue and bright, and then on the side of the holy page, a picture of the spring scene slowly appeared, which was exactly the imagination depicted in the song.

“Hahaha…” the previous historian Da Ru laughed and said loudly, “Holy Page Painting!” This is a vision that only resonates with the years of the Spring and Autumn Holy Page, and it has exceeded the extent of the Holy Page. ”

Shijia Daru’s words spread along the Dharma Array, and even in Dongque, cheers could be faintly heard from all over Zhongjing.

Bai Qingqing’s face was a little ugly, staring at Chen Luo deadly, and said: “Wan Anbo, do you want to write the second one?” It’s just that this law must be unified. ”

Xie Qingqing reminded. Chen Luo nodded, walked to the second holy page, and picked up the pen and fell——

“Clouds collect rain and waves,”

“The high water is cold and sweet,”

“The green trees are shady and painted eaves. ”

“Sachi Vine,”

“Jade Ren Luo Fan lightly. ”

……

“What a picture of a peaceful summer day. A great Ru commented, “The clouds collect the rain, the building is high and refreshing, and the trees are shady.” Behind the thin window screen, a young woman dressed in a rosaura and holding an incense fan can be faintly seen. ”

“What Brother Wen said is extremely true. It is obviously a hot summer, but it is written by Wan Anbo quietly, and the spirit of reading is refreshing. ”

“Look, look quickly, the holy page is reflected again! Haha, it’s a cool picture of summer! ”

……

Bai Qingqing’s jade hand in his sleeve at this time had already clenched his fist, and the foxtail behind him was dangling dangerously.

“Wan Amber, continue with the third song? ”

Chen Luo glanced at Bai Qingqing, walked to the third holy page, suddenly shook his head, walked away directly, and came to the fourth holy page.

Chen Luo’s actions made everyone puzzled.

Suddenly, a big ru suddenly slapped his thigh and said, “Damn, Wan Anbo was forced out of an autumn thought by the people of the Fuji Society in Linglong Building before!” ”

The old man remembered. The sunset of the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree jackdaw, a little flying shadow. Green mountains and green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. ”

“That’s right, if this song is placed here, it is facing the song of last autumn, and the intention is beyond the previous spring and summer songs! ”

“Hatefully, this song has been made before, not counting the live work required by the literary ring, Wan An Boding is difficult to produce a similar song in the short term. This…… It’s all to blame for the gang of the Fuji Club! ”

“Aoyanagi, the old man remembers that you seem to be one of the people behind the Fuji Club, right? The old man has been with you for several years, blind and blind, and today the old man cuts off his robe with you! ”

“It’s the extreme, the old man seconded, Aoyanagi, the old man also cut off his robe with you!” ”

……

Not to mention the disturbances under the ring, Chen Luo picked up a pen on the fourth holy page——

“A sound of a picture of the door,”

“Half-court crescent moon dusk,”

“The waterfront in front of the snowy mountains. ”

“Bamboo fence hut. ”

“Light smoke and grass lonely village. ”

……

“Gentlemen, look at this winter song. Cold moon, dusk, snowy mountains, waterfronts, light smoke, decaying grass, huts, isolated villages… What a cold and miserable image, and what a sad and hopeless loneliness. ”

Brother Wen analyzed it well, and the silhouette of the gate in the twilight was lingering in the distant and mournful sound of the horn inside and outside the door. When dusk falls, the moonlight only illuminates half of the courtyard, and the snow on the mountain, the stream in front of the mountain, the bamboo fence hut, and a few wisps of green smoke rise, how lonely it is! ”

“The old man knew, it must be because Wan Anbo knew that he couldn’t make the ‘autumn’ song in a short time, and his mentality suddenly became desolate. ”

“Look at him, from the joy of spring, to the sweetness of summer, but directly to the loneliness of winter! What a big ups and downs, don’t hurt your heart. ”

“Yes, Wan Anbo is less than twenty, and my grandson is almost forty, and it is still something that is not a vessel.” Hey, Wan Amber is still a child…”

“That’s it, if you lose this fight, you will lose, go back and give a sealing order, don’t mention the Linhuang ring in front of Wan Anbo, so as not to make this kid sad!” ”

“Linhuang can not be mentioned, but the spring, summer and winter songs need to be widely sung, and from today on, whoever says that the song is a common thing is an enemy of the old man. ”

“The old man seconded!”

“The old man also seconded! ”

……

Hearing the discussion of the great Confucians in the audience, Bai Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen Luo again.

“Wan Anbo, is this autumn song experiencing difficulties? It doesn’t matter, this ring is originally ten places, if you admit defeat now, my demon clan is willing to accept only eight places, how? ”

Chen Luo looked at Bai Qingqing with a strange face: “What are you kidding?” ”

“Any idea why I put Cho last? ”

“Because, it’s so fierce! ”

Chen Luo walked to the third holy page and lifted the brush.

“I thought I wouldn’t write this one, but there is no way, last time I wrote the original autumn, I can only rely on it to save the scene!” ”

Chen Luo thought in his heart.

……

Offstage, the Great Confucian viewing banquet.

“Hey, this kid, he’s going to be strong. ”

“Stop it, don’t break your heart! ”

“The young man is angry, always unwilling to admit defeat! ”

“This kid doesn’t seem to have decided on a family affair yet? My great-granddaughter…”

“Bah! Old Pifu, people are closed disciples of Bamboo Saint, if you marry your great-granddaughter to him, do you want Zhu Sheng to call your grandfather? ”

“You, don’t stain people’s innocence! ”

……

Chen Luo took a deep breath, and the hand holding the brush fell.

The ancestor of Qiu Si, it was decided that it was you!

“Dead vine old tree comatose,”

“Little bridge flowing water people,”

“Ancient road west wind thin horse. ”

“The sun is setting,”

“Broken intestines are in the end of the world! ”

After the song was finished, an inexplicable autumn breeze rose, and a bleak wind blew into everyone’s heart.

Immediately afterwards, following the projection of the French array, this poem appeared in the eyes of everyone in Zhongjing.

A sense of autumn thought instantly pervaded.

The entire Zhongjing City seemed to be pressed with a mute button in an instant.

But immediately afterwards, the East Que Field was full of noise, and the city of Zhongjing was boiling.

Exploded!

Purple Pen Literature