I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

After Chen Luo shouted, Ji Zhong dashed up to the jade platform.

"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 activated the star-absorbing method!

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"What is Wan Anbo doing?" In Beifeng Building, everyone saw Chen Luo's movements, and their faces were strange.

Suspicion flashed across Nanyuan Xi's eyes: "This...could it be? No way..."

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Red Sleeve Academy.

"Diefei, is this Wan Anbo's quirk? When you were with Wan Anbo, did he treat you like this?" Liu Mengrui suddenly moved closer to Cheng Diefei's side.

Cheng Diefei looked at Chen Luo's palm on Xiao Ji's chest in the shadow, then looked down at himself, and patted Liu Mengrui reproachfully: "Don't talk nonsense, Chen Dage has never touched me!"

Liu Mengrui curled her lips: "Is that so! I overheard my father and my aunt saying that if you rub it more, you will get bigger. I think you seem to have gotten a little bit bigger recently."

"Bah, bah, you're talking nonsense!" Cheng Diefei blushed instantly, but his heart still moved, and he looked down again, "Really... has it really grown?"

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"Wen Xiang, Chen Luo is..." Ye Heng finally couldn't hold back anymore, and asked again.

"Your Majesty, it will be ready soon." Wen Xiang said with a smile.

Ye Heng: ￣へ￣

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"Young master, are you okay? I'm about to die." Ji Zhong's face paled a lot in an instant. Chen Luo sensed the tolerance of the Meridians, nodded, and stopped the star-absorbing method.

Ji Zhong staggered a step before barely standing still, Chen Luo curled his lips: "Xiao Ji, you still need to strengthen your cultivation, as soon as I inhale you, you won't be able to, it's not good!"

Ji Zhong also didn't have the energy to answer, he held his last breath, and jumped off the edge of the platform cautiously.

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

Chen Luo stretched his body: "Don't be nervous, it's just a little bit of righteousness."

After finishing speaking, Chen Luo exuded the righteousness in his body, and for a moment Chen Luo was enveloped by the blue light of righteousness.

Almost at the same time, exclamations resounded from the audience.

Zhou Zuofeng stood up suddenly in surprise, Ye Heng also subconsciously grabbed the handle of the seat, and Ye Qu beside him showed an expression of disbelief.

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

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North Wind Building.

The sound of countless teacups falling to the ground sounded, but no one paid attention. Everyone stared at the man standing in the blue light in the phantom with bewilderment.

"In the end what happened?"

"What did my eyes see?"

"What did Wan Anbo do just now to become a Confucian scholar?"

"Could it be that Wan Amber has been hiding everything?"

Everyone had different guesses in their hearts, only Nanyuan Xi shouted in his heart——

"The star-absorbing method! This is the star-absorbing method! The martial art in "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" exists! It exists!"

...

For the first time, Bai Qingqing's face, which had been wearing a decent smile, changed color. She looked at Chen Luo, who was shrouded in awe-inspiring righteousness, and panicked.

Could it be that Daxuan Wenchang Pavilion has researched some means to turn ordinary people into Confucian scholars?

Aren't the billions of billions of people in the Great Xuan...

Thinking of this, her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Wan... Wan Amber?"

Chen Luo chuckled and said, "Master Qingqing, it's my turn."

With that said, Chen Luo walked towards the holy page of Spring and Autumn.

The eyes of the entire Zhongjing City were moving with Chen Luo's movements. At this time, everyone had already reacted from the shock of Chen Luo's sudden transformation into a Confucian scholar.

After all, Wen Lei is still in progress.

Ordinary people can't think of so much, they only know that Wan Amber has righteousness.

Those thoughtful people also calmed down. Now that the matter of Wan Amber's sudden acquisition of righteousness has been exposed, there will always be a conclusion. The most important thing now is that Wen Lei can't lose!

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

Neither Wang Bugui nor Fang Xiujie left any ink on the holy page.

Tian Xiangwan wrote a poem handed down from generation to generation, but he couldn't write three more, so he lost the pen.

I thought there was no hope, but I didn't expect Wan Anbo to become a Confucian scholar!

He wrote "Du Shiniang" and "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes";

He also wrote the first elegant song "Acacia Ling";

This time, the competition may not lose!

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Chen Luo walked to the first holy page, picked up the brush, and the righteousness in his body poured into the ink. Chen Luo suddenly felt that the paper and pen in his hand seemed to be integrated with himself. As long as he wrote elegant text, the righteousness would flow along the pen Send it over.

"Wan Anbo, have you thought about it?" Bai Qingqing couldn't help asking when she saw Chen Luo staring at the brush in a daze.

Chen Luo came back to his senses.

"The four poems and essays are not limited to poems and songs. They are related to time, at least handed down from generation to generation."

"Four poems in a row, the first one is linked together."

"The four poems must have a unified rhythm."

Chen Luo gently repeated the restrictions proposed by Bai Qingqing.

In the phantom, everyone could only see Chen Luo wearing a scholar's robe, writing a pen and ink, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and muttering to himself.

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"Wan Anbo, I will give you my life!" Inside the Linglong Building, an oiran shouted in his heart, "Enough is enough, whatever poems you write, this look is enough!"

"Don't make any noise, Wan Amber is about to start writing!"

"Meng'er, lower your head for me, your bun is blocking my view of Wan Amber!"

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In Hongnu's small courtyard, Luo Hongnu looked at the phantom cast by the shadow stone, lightly stroked the piano, and a melody flowed from the strings.

"Girl, aren't you nervous?" The little maid stared at Xu Ying, feeling her mouth dry.

"Why are you nervous? What poetry in this world can stump him!" Luo Hongnu said lightly, "I'm here, just play the piano to cheer him up!"

Saying that, a song "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes", which is hard to find outside the world, played in the small courtyard!

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

"The warm sun and wind in the mountains in spring,"

"The curtains in the halls and pavilions,"

"In the willow swing courtyard."

"Crying eagles and swallows dancing,"

"The flowing water on the small bridge is flying red."

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"It's an elegant song!" A great Confucian recognized this song at a glance, "This is Chunjing. That's right, he must have written all four of his songs for spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's time and time. It's wonderful to break the title like this!"

"It's more than just breaking the title. Look at this elegant song. In the first line, 'the warm sun and wind in the spring mountains', a sense of spring rushes towards your face. The distant mountains and green forests, the bright and warm sun, and the warm spring breeze. Reading it is like a painting, which makes people feel comfortable." Another great scholar said.

"That's right, the next sentence 'Langan pavilions, curtains, willows and swings in courtyards', from far to near, the corridors, pavilions, curtains, willows, swings, and small courtyards are independent of each other, but when connected, they are all full of spring. I feel like Seeing the swings in the small courtyard rippling, there was laughter from the young daughter."

"The most wonderful should be the last two sentences, 'The birds sing and the swallows dance, the small bridge flows red', which turns people's eyes from the courtyard to the sky, and from the sky to the wilderness. It is a splendid spring."

"This song describes spring every sentence, and the words and calligraphy paint spring, just like a landscape in ink and wash, with a few strokes, it is beautiful and timeless!"

"Masters, look, the holy page has reacted!"

All the great Confucians looked up at the holy page, and saw that every word of this song on the holy page of Spring and Autumn was shining brightly, and then on the side of the holy page, a picture of spring scenery slowly appeared, which was exactly the imagination depicted in the song.

"Hahaha..." The former historian laughed and said loudly, "Holy Page Yinghua! This is a vision that has aroused the resonance of the Spring and Autumn Holy Page, and it has exceeded the extent of the holy page. "

The words of the historian's great Confucianism spread along the magic circle, and even in Dongque, cheers from all over Zhongjing could be vaguely heard.

Bai Qingqing's face was a little ugly, she stared at Chen Luo firmly, and said, "Wan Anbo, do you want to write a second song? It's just that the rhythm must be unified."

"Thank you young master for reminding you." Chen Luo nodded, walked to the second holy page, picked up his pen and put it down——

"The clouds harvest the rain and the waves add up,"

"Lougao water cold melon sweet,"

"Green trees hang over painted eaves."

"Gauze kitchen rattan mat,"

"The jade man's fan is lightly blown."

...

"It's a quiet picture of enjoying the cool air in summer." A great Confucian commented, "Let's let the clouds catch the rain, the building is tall and the air is refreshing, and the trees are shaded. Behind the thin window screens, you can vaguely see a young woman wearing gauze, With an incense fan in hand, I closed my eyes and fell asleep."

"Brother Wen's words are very true. It is obviously a hot and scorching summer, but Wan Anbo's writing is quiet and quiet, and the reading is refreshing."

"Look, look, Holy Page is showing again! Haha, it's a summer cool picture!"

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At this time, Bai Qingqing's jade hands in her sleeves had clenched her fists tightly, and the fox tail behind her was dangling dangerously.

"Wan Amber, continue with the third song?"

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

Chen Luo's actions made everyone puzzled.

Suddenly, a great Confucian slapped his thigh suddenly, and said, "Damn it, Wan Anbo was once forced to write a song about Autumn Thoughts by the Fuci Society in Linglong Tower!"

"The old man remembers. The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke, the old trees, the jackdaws, under the shadow of a flying bird. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers."

"That's right, if this song is placed here, facing the song of last autumn, the intention is even more than the previous two songs of spring and summer!"

"Damn it, this song has already been made before, not counting as a live work requested by Wen Lei. It will be difficult for Wan Anbo to come up with a similar song in the short term. This... is all because of the bastards of the Fuci Club!"

"Qingliu, the old man remembers that you seem to be one of the behind-the-scenes people of the Fuci Club, right? The old man has been with you for several years, and he is blind. Today, the old man cuts off your righteousness by cutting off your robe!"

"Extremely extreme, the old man seconded the proposal, Qingliu, the old man also cut off your robes!"

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Not to mention the turmoil under the ring, Chen Luo wrote on the fourth holy page——

"One call to draw the corner door,"

"Half court with a new moon at dusk,"

"Waterfront in front of Snowy Mountain."

"Bamboo fence hut."

"Lonely village with light smoke and decaying grass."

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"Everyone, look at this winter song. The cold moon, dusk, snow-capped mountains, waterfront, light smoke, withered grass, huts, lonely village... What a cold and mesmerizing image, and what a sad and hopeless loneliness it expresses. .”

"Brother Wen's analysis is good. Qiaomen, which is silhouetted in the twilight, lingers in the distant and mournful sound of horns inside and outside Qiaomen. As dusk and night fall, the moonlight only illuminates half of the courtyard. The snow on the mountain, the stream in front of the mountain, the bamboo A few wisps of green smoke rise from a hut, how lonely it is!"

"The old man knows, it must be because Wan Amber knew that he would not be able to make the 'Autumn' song in a short time, so his mentality suddenly became desolate."

"Look at him, from the joy of spring to the sweetness of summer, it directly transitions to the loneliness of winter! What a big ups and downs, don't hurt your heart."

"That's right, Wan Amber is only under 20, and my grandson is almost forty, and he's still useless. Hey, Wan Amber is still a child..."

"That's all, if you lose this challenge, you lose. Go back and issue a password. Don't bring up the Linhuang challenge in front of Wan Anbo, lest the child be sad!"

"You don't need to mention Linhuang Lei, but the three songs of spring, summer, and winter need to be widely praised. From now on, whoever says that the songs are vulgar is to be an enemy of this old man."

"The old man seconded!"

"The old man also seconded!"

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Hearing the discussions 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 Qiuqu encountering difficulties? It doesn't matter, this competition originally has ten places, if you admit defeat now, my Yaozu is willing to accept only eight places, how about it?"

Chen Luo looked at Bai Qingqing with a strange expression: "Are you kidding me?"

"Do you know why I put Qiu last?"

"Because it's too fierce!"

Chen Luo walked to the third holy page and picked up the brush.

"I thought I wouldn't write this song, but I can't help it. I wrote the original song Qiu last time, so I can only rely on it to save the day!"

Chen Luo thought in his heart.

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Under the stage, the Confucianism is watching the ceremony.

"Hey, this kid is going to be brave."

"Stop it, don't hurt your mind!"

"Young spirit, always unwilling to admit defeat!"

"This kid doesn't seem to have settled on a marriage yet? My great-granddaughter..."

"Bah! Old man, he is a closed disciple of the Bamboo Sage. If you marry him with your great-granddaughter, do you want the Bamboo Sage to call you grandpa?"

"You, you don't want to dirty people's innocence!"

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

The ancestor of Qiusi, it is you who decides!

"Withered vines, old trees, faint crows,"

"Small bridges and flowing water,"

"The ancient west wind thin horse."

"Sunset,"

"Heartbreaker is in Tianya!"

After the song was finished, an inexplicable autumn wind blew up, and a bleak wind blew into everyone's heart.

Immediately afterwards, following the projection of the magic circle, this poem appeared in the eyes of everyone in Zhongjing.

A feeling of nostalgia for autumn pervaded in an instant.

The entire Zhongjing City seemed to have been pressed on the mute button in an instant.

But immediately afterwards, there was a commotion in Dongque Field, and the city of Zhongjing was full of excitement.

It exploded!

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