I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Dongque originally refers to the watchtower at the east gate of the imperial city."

"After the Taizu of the Kai Dynasty occupied Zhongjing, he razed all the mansions and manors in front of the watchtower, piled up soil and stones, and built a school ground, where he climbed the watchtower to view the military appearance. Therefore, Dongque generally refers to the east school ground. .”

"Later, Emperor Lin decreed to set up a magic circle in the Dongque school grounds to be "upright and bright", and to set up the civil and martial arts competition here."

Wei Yan, who was ordered to pick up Chen Luo, spread the news of Linhuang Lei to Chen Luo in the carriage.

"The upright and bright magic circle is a Confucian magic circle. Under the light, there is absolutely no possibility of cheating. It is usually set up in the Gongyuan. This move is also to show the monster race that we are open-minded."

"There is a third-level application on the magic circle, and on the first-level, phantom images of the scene will be projected over the academies in Zhongjing for the people of the whole city to watch."

"At the second-level, the phantoms of the civil and martial arts competitions will appear simultaneously in the academic and administrative offices of the state capitals."

"At the third-level, the phantoms of civil and military competitions will appear simultaneously in all government offices in various states, and the world can see the same view."

Chen Luo was taken aback. Isn't this stuff just local TV stations, satellite TV and Yangma?

Good guy, the live broadcast is out.

"Which stage is Linhuang Ring... Bah, what level is it?"

"Back to Junior Martial Uncle, the competition for places should only take place at the first-level, covering the whole city." Wei Yan tilted his head out of the car, not looking at Chen Luo, exuding the last trace of resentment towards his seniority, "Besides, little Uncle Shi, you are not the only one who participated in the Wendou."

Chen Luo wondered: "Is there anyone else?"

Wei Yan nodded: "Historically, Wen Lei can produce up to four people. The other three are all rising Confucian scholars trained by Wenchang Pavilion."

"The first one is called Wang Bugui. He is a descendant of Wang Shaobo, the seven masters of the previous dynasty. He was famous for his poetic talent since he was a child. He is especially good at the poems of his ancestor Wang Shaobo."

"The second one is Tian Xiangwan. She is a woman who was kidnapped by barbarians when she was young. She was rescued by Tian Haiyi Daru who drove away. Tian Haiyi Daru adopted her as his granddaughter. She is especially good at writing lyrics, but she regards Li Qinglian He is an idol, greedy for alcohol, and currently works as a teaching assistant at Zheliu Academy."

"The third one is Fang Xiujie, who is a son of the Fang family in Mozhou. If we go together in the future, my uncle should pay more attention to this person. After all, the Fang family has a grudge against my bamboo forest."

Chen Luo was puzzled and asked, "What enmity?"

Hearing this question, Wei Yan had a smug look on his face: "The family can only be called a noble family if it has a semi-sage. A semi-sacred member of the Fang family was killed by the bamboo sage ancestor!"

"Hiss—" Chen Luo gasped.

Traveling here for so long, this is the most explosive news I have heard.

Half saint, killed?

Wait a minute, let me stroke it.

There is a big brother who "picked up" a box of Mangu Pills after "walking around" in Manyuan.

There was a second senior sister who even gave in when she mentioned her name.

There is a fourth senior brother who has entered the state of mind of the Great Confucianism, and even his disciples are the Great Confucianism.

For such a person, he still has the third senior brother, the fifth senior brother, the sixth senior sister, and the seventh senior brother.

In addition, the semi-holy energy ranks in the top five, and has killed another semi-holy Master.

So, how strong is the bamboo forest lineage?

...

"Hurry up, the Linhuang competition is about to start." In the Shengwen Square of Zheliu Academy, countless students moved small benches and ran to the square, "Sister Xiangwan also participated in the battle today, so I will definitely be able to say a word." Exterminate the demon clan."

"Surely there is no need for senior sister Xiang Wan, Wang Bugui can take care of it. I heard that a few days ago he just made the seven masterpieces "Sighing the Long Spear", which is almost a battle poem handed down from generation to generation!"

"Don't underestimate Fang Xiujie. He is the leader of the Confucian students in Banyue Academy this time. Although Banyue Academy is not in Zhongjing, it is one of the eight great academies of Daxuan like us, and his talent cannot be underestimated."

"Damn it, if senior Yang Houye hadn't been promoted to the master class, I would definitely occupy two seats in the Zheliu Academy among the three who participated in this battle."

On the other side, Kong Tianfang also focused on the sky, waiting for the virtual image of the ring.

"Hai Yi, is Xiang Wan sure?" Kong Tianfang asked.

Tian Haiyi, who was standing beside Kong Tianfang, shook his head slightly: "Xiang Wan's ci is brilliant, but it's still far behind everyone in the ci world. I see that the monster race is coming in a storm, so I must have been prepared. I'm afraid it will take something like layman Yi An Talent can be sure to win."

"That kid from the Fang family is said to be one of the seeds of reading in the Fang family. I don't know how much he weighs." Kong Tianfang hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It's a pity..."

"What is the pity of the head of the hospital?"

"It's a pity that Wan Anbo has not awakened to read the Talent thoroughly, and he will not be able to produce a righteous spirit. Otherwise, he will be challenged in the above, and the tricks of the monster clan will definitely be in vain."

Tian Haiyi also nodded when he heard the words: "Yes, it's a pity...By the way, who is the fourth person who participated in the literary battle? Can you know who is the head of the academy?"

Kong Tianfang shook his head: "Wenchang Pavilion is very strict about this. It is said that the order was given by Prime Minister Wen himself. I don't know."

"I hope it's a surprise soldier."

...

"Mr. Nan, do you want to comment on the Emperor Lin today?"

Inside the Beifeng Building, Nan Yuanxi was holding a small teapot, which he put in his mouth from time to time to sip. Although the Beifeng Tower cannot directly accept the virtual image transmitted by the upright and bright array, using the "Shading Stone" can also present the virtual image in the Beifeng Tower, but it is not so clear.

"What's there to comment on Linhuang Lei!" Another guest said, "Before it starts, Mr. Nan will talk about two more paragraphs of "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes". Let's not waste time..."

"Hey! You bastard, since you don't care about Lin Huang Lei, why do you come in to see?"

"Can I come and see the girls from the Monster Race? I heard that the envoy this time is the daughter of our Princess Dan Luo. She is a human-fox hybrid. She is very beautiful. Let me come and see what's wrong?"

"Hmph, these foxes are so preoccupied with each other, I don't know what troublesome topic Wen Lei has asked this time."

"If you want me to say, it's better than any poems and songs, and it's directly better than a novel. Take "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" up, isn't it more fragrant than those poems?"

"Unfortunately, Wan Anbo is not a Confucian scholar, and he has no righteousness, otherwise I would be more willing to watch Linhuang."

"Hey, aren't you afraid that Wan Amber's 'shame of a literati' will show up and stop writing halfway through his poems?"

"Hey, if he dares to do that, Wen Xiang will beat him to death! It can be regarded as nothing but harm..."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience roared with laughter.

Nan Yuanxi smiled faintly as he listened to the squabbles in the audience.

Today he is just a spectator, watching Lin Huang Lei.

Wan Amber will not participate, so what does he criticize?

...

Linglong Building.

"Everyone of you, set your ears straight!" Han Sanniang pointed to Yingying and Yanyan, who were all over the building, and said, "Linhuang Lei has always been the source of good poems and lyrics. New poems and lyrics that will be released soon will be given to you." I remember it carefully."

"My Linglong Building has stood for hundreds of years, what is it relying on?"

Speaking of which, Han Sanniang pointed to the huge jade wall of poems and said: "It depends on the talent and literary spirit on it!"

"In the next period of time, Linhuanglei's poems must be the key point, and you all have to give me a full understanding. This way, when you serve the guests, you will have some chats. Do you hear clearly?"

The girls nodded one after another, but there were also girls who pouted: "Nowadays, the poems are written more and more uncommonly, as if they are advanced only if they cannot be understood. If they are all like Wan Amber's "Lovesickness", I will understand after listening to them once. back."

"It's a pity that Wan Anbo is not a Confucian scholar, so he can't get into the literary competition..."

"Hey, I can't get into Wenlei, but I can get into your room. I think if Wan Amber ordered you to recite "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes", you can also recite it fluently..."

"Damn girl, how dare you laugh at me..."

"No, if Bi'er is ordered, how can he be willing to let him memorize books all night?"

"No, Bi'er would not obediently endorse what she said, she took the initiative..."

"You...you hate it to death..."

For a while, the Linglong Building was buzzing with birdsong and swallows, and it was very lively.

...

Dongque Campus.

At the auditorium, the five titles of Duke, Marquis, Bo, Zi, and Nan sat down from bottom to top. Further up is the royal family, and Ye Dafu is among them.

Further up the seats of the royal family, there are Wenxiang, Zhengxiang, and Faxiang sitting apart, with two great Confucianists of their own faction standing behind each.

On the top of the three phases, Ye Heng is sitting on the throne, and on the slightly shorter throne on the left is Prince Ye Qu. Hou An, the first eunuch with a salary, was left and right.

In the direction of Ye Heng's left hand, the spirit of culture is soaring. This is the great Confucianism invited by Zhongjing City to watch the ceremony. On the right hand side, there are famous people. If you look carefully, you can find some Daoist sitting among them.

Opposite to the seat of the Daxuan Dynasty, it is the seat of the Yaozu Mission. According to the division of the monster clan and saint clan, tigers, wolves, foxes and their affiliated races sat side by side.

On the outskirts of the viewing seats in the four directions, countless ordinary people were crowded, and the order was maintained by the inspector of the city, waiting for the opening of the Linhuang Arena.

Hou An looked at the sky, leaned close to Ye Heng's ear, and said, "Your Majesty, the time has come!"

Ye Heng nodded, Hou An took a step forward, his tongue was full of spring thunder, and shouted: "The auspicious time has come, the upright and bright magic circle is opened, Wendou Confucian scholars are on the stage..."

In an instant, the ground in the center surrounded by the viewing seats in all directions shook, and a high platform made of jade rose slowly. How many times the phantom of the high platform.

At this moment, three figures stepped onto the high platform from three directions, landed on three corners of the high platform, and the figures appeared, one female and two male.

The suave young man in the western corner closed his folding fan first, and bowed to Ye Heng: "The royal family of Mangzhou in the northern region, the twelfth grandson of Wang Shaobo, the king will not return!"

Then he was in the southern corner, as if he hadn't woken up, he raised his cupped hands casually: "Fang Shi of Mozhou, Fang Xiujie."

The woman in the northern corner covered half of her face with her long hair, hiccupped and smelled of alcohol: "Zheliu, Tian Xiangwan."

Just when everyone was wondering about the empty fourth corner, a figure came late and landed in the eastern corner.

The man stood firm, with a warm smile on his face, bowed in all directions, and said, "Daxuan Wan'anbo, Chen Luo!"

During Setsuna, there was an uproar——

"He...how did he go up?"

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