I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Pfft..." Nan Yuan took a sip of tea and sprayed himself all over, looking at the picture in the Shadow Stone, listening to the voice, it was clearly Wan Anbo Chen Luo.

"This...how did this Wan Amber get into the competition?" Someone from the audience exclaimed.

"That's right, isn't Wen Lei only available to Confucian scholars? Wan Anbo is also a Confucian student?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Nan said that in the court, some people questioned Wan Anbo because he didn't wake up and read Talent thoroughly, forcing Wan Anbo to write the poem "Ode to Bamboo"!"

"But... what's going on?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Nan Yuanxi.

Nanyuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted at Xiao Er: "Quick, quick, get my Xingmu, today I want to comment on 'Linhuang Lei' on the spot!"

...

Linglong Building.

"Ah, it's Wan Amber!"

"Wan Ambo also participated in the literary competition?"

"Didn't Wan Anbo say that he was not a Confucian scholar?"

"Don't talk, let me watch Wan Amber quietly..."

...

Zheliu Academy.

Shengwen Square erupted into strong cheers when Tian Xiangwan introduced himself. Just after the students had vented their enthusiasm, they heard a young voice from the phantom——

"Daxuan Wan'anbo, Chen Luo."

"My mother!" A student burst out, "This is... Wan Amber?"

"Wow—why did he get into the competition?"

"What should I do? Should I support him now or Senior Sister Tian?"

"You are stupid, he and Senior Sister Tian are together."

In the elegant room at the head of the courtyard, Kong Tianfang lost his hand and pulled out one of his own beards. He looked at Tian Haiyi: "Hai Yi, is this the Chen Luo we know?"

Tian Haiyi also stared at Xu Ying to confirm again and again, nodded and said: "The head of the hospital, that's right!"

Kong Tianfang slapped the table suddenly: "Then what is he doing up there?"

Tian Haiyi also looked puzzled: "Could it be Wen Xiang's killing game?"

"Kill chess ass, that stinky chess basket, is he still qualified to play dark chess?"

Tian Haiyi: (((┏(;￣▽￣)┛

I didn't hear anything, I don't know, it's none of my business!

...

Compared with the reactions from other places in Zhongjing City, the Dongque scene was more than ten times more lively.

After all, with the popularity of "The Shame of a Literati", almost everyone knows that Wan Anbo Chen Luo has extraordinary literary talent, but it is a pity that if he didn't read Talent thoroughly, he would not be able to give birth to a righteous spirit.

But the problem is, Wen Lei's competition requires awe-inspiring righteousness.

What is he doing on stage?

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Yan Baichuan, who was in charge of the arrangement of the candidates. Yan Baichuan was still sitting peacefully, with his eyes slightly closed, not caring about the gazes around him.

The Prime Minister frowned and wanted to ask questions, but his lips moved slightly and he held back. Ye Heng, who was sitting above, asked curiously, "Mr. Wen, this Wan Anbo is not a Confucian scholar, so how could he be arranged for Wenchao?"

Wen Xiang turned his head, and said with a faint smile: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Rong Chen is a fool, and we will see the result soon."

Ye Heng nodded and stopped asking.

...

At this time, at the Yaozu mission, the rabbit demon next to Bai Qingqing yelled and knelt on the ground: "Young master, as far as this servant knows, Wan Anbo is indeed not a Confucian scholar!"

Bai Qingqing also had a dignified expression on his face: "Get up. There must be something strange about this matter, but even if it is him, he will definitely not be able to pass my test."

At this moment, Hou An's voice was thought of again in Dongque Square, suppressing the noise of the audience.

"Please ask the emissary of the monster race to come up and make a proposition—"

Bai Qingqing stood up from the soft seat. She had a tall and curvy figure, and her eyes were firm instantly. With her slender thighs, she walked down from the Yaozu viewing platform step by step and onto the jade high platform. Bai Qingqing showed off his own fox ears without hesitation, a furry fox tail behind him, swaying with the waist swinging, I don't know how many people's hearts were touched.

She stepped onto the high platform made of jade, nodded to the left and right respectively, and then saluted respectfully to Ye Heng, who was in the high position in front of her: "Qingqiu of the fox clan, Bai Qingqing, was ordered by the Palace of the Holy Monarch of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom to go to Daxuan. See His Majesty the Emperor Daxuan."

At this time, there was another commotion among the people in the periphery, and even the astonishment that Chen Luo took the stage before was suppressed.

"Is this the daughter of Princess Danluo? She really looks like Princess Danluo!"

"Princess Danluo back then, I don't know how many literati and scholars she dumped, but I didn't expect to get a fox cheap in the end."

"It doesn't matter, some hero will just marry this young master back."

"What should I do? I kind of want to support Qingqing Shaozhu!"

...

Regardless of the voices outside the arena, Ye Heng looked at Bai Qingqing seriously, and said gently: "Excuse me. After seeing the ceremony this time, there is no need to be more polite. When I was young, Sister Dan Luo protected me. Duo, after she passed away, my heart ached too much. You have entered the Xuan Dynasty this time, so stay a little longer and take a look at Daxuan Capital for your mother."

Bai Qingqing blessed Fuli again: "Qingqing understands, thank you Your Majesty."

Ye Heng nodded, and Hou An said again: "Please ask the demon envoy to come up with a question!"

Bai Qingqing stood up, her eyes flicked across the front of the four people on the stage, and finally stayed on Chen Luo for a while, then moved away again.

With a slender move of Bai Qingqing's hand, four clusters of light flew out from the mission's seat in an instant, hovering over the high jade platform. With a wave of Bai Qingqing's hand, the four clusters of light dissipated, revealing four scrolls with bark patterns on them, revealing an old aura on the scrolls.

"The holy page of Spring and Autumn?" As soon as the bark scroll appeared, a great historian sitting in the auditorium got up and looked at the four scrolls of bark, "This is the holy page of Spring and Autumn!"

Hearing the voice of this great historian, Bai Qingqing smiled faintly, bowed slightly, and said, "Yes, this is the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn."

"There is an ancient tree that turns into a demon, and it has survived for three thousand years. It can be called the ancient tree of Spring and Autumn."

"Take its bark and tan it into paper, which is the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn."

"In the past, the most holy teacher of Confucianism, Kong Sheng, took the bark of a 30,000-year-old tree and wrote "Spring and Autumn". Today, Qingqing dare not treat Confucian handsome handsome, and asked for a few volumes of bark of an ancient tree Venerable on Qingqiu Mountain. Make the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn."

"The right to be the paper of today's literary competition."

Wen Xiang frowned slightly.

...

"mean."

In the Beifeng Building, Nanyuan Xi smashed the Xingmu in his hand with hatred. Although his Cultivation Base is not high, he also knows a lot of Confucianism and anecdotes. Hearing Bai Qingqing's words at this time, he blurted out.

"Mr. Nan, is there any particularity here?" Someone asked.

Nanyuan took a deep breath and explained: "Everyone doesn't know. This Spring and Autumn Holy Page is stained with the vicissitudes of time, and non-passed poems cannot leave traces on it. Poems that can be written on the Spring and Autumn Holy Page must be written on the Spring and Autumn Holy Page. It is a poem handed down from generation to generation."

"According to the rules, there are two restrictive conditions for Wendou in the arena. But Yaozu's move is equivalent to adding one more condition for no reason."

Someone wondered: "Then why don't we just refuse to drop it?"

Nan Yuanxi shook his head: "It is customary for Wenlei to use the pen, ink, paper and inkstone provided by the party who made the question. Once in the past, the Yaozu used the sacred bone of the Great Saint of the Yaozu to make a question, and no one could handle it. Fortunately, the book Saint King Xizhi was born out of nowhere, fought with the Holy Pen for an hour, and finally subdued the opponent, and just passed the test."

"Handed down poems..." Everyone looked at Xuying again, and their eyes fell on Chen Luo, "With Wan Amber here, there must be no problem!"

At this time, Bai Qingqing spoke again in the phantom: "This time, the first restriction is—"

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