I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The night is as cool as water.

Ren Ji brushed and washed the horses, poured water into the manger, and laid out hay, which was considered the end of the day's work.

He stretched his waist, looked up at the moon in the sky, and suddenly seemed to see the round face on the painting boat.

Ren Ji shook his head, threw this longing out of his mind, leaned against Ma Peng's railing, and took out a weird musical instrument from his arms.

This instrument was fired from crude clay, but now it is handled as smooth as jade. It was shaped like a jug, open at one end, and had six small holes in the front, just enough to cover with your fingers.

This is called Xun, and it was her mother's best instrument during her lifetime. When he was six years old, he bought it from his mother's former bawd with the wages he paid for cleaning the deck of a painting boat for a month, and he always carried it with him.

He consulted all the musicians on the Galaxy Cluster and learned how to play the xun.

At this time, he brought the Xun to his lips, and a desolate melody sounded in the night.

The sound of Xun is long.

Lao Huang, the owner of the caravan in the guest room, finished calculating today's accounts and opened the window upon hearing the sound.

He saw the young man begging to join his caravan on the way, intoxicated by the sound of the xun, with a smile on his face.

This young man stopped the own caravan outside Lanling City, begging to go all the way with him, he can do any job, as long as he pays for food and lodging. Seeing his sincerity, Lao Huang nodded and agreed.

Lao Huang's business is mainly to trade special products between Lanling City near the sea in Yuezhou and Huangteng City in the central part. In the early years, he couldn't afford to hire guards, and his son was robbed by bandits while transporting goods. His son chased after the bandits and lost his life, leaving only one granddaughter to look after him.

The young man named Aji below has been in contact with him for the past two days. He is practical, hardworking, and kind-hearted. Based on Lao Huang's vision of traveling all over the world for many years, he believes that this is a good boy.

"Anyway, I still have ten days to go to Huangteng City, so learn more about it. If it's good, it would be good to recruit a grandson-in-law to inherit my family business."

Lao Huang thought to himself, and silently closed the window.

...

"Ren Ji?" Chen Luo looked at the list in his hand, and the geographical location of Yuezhou emerged in his mind.

Hey, it's in the east of Daxuan, after leaving Yuezhou, it's the Sea of ​​Stars

It is tens of thousands of miles away from Zhongjing.

This little Ji, stays by my side every day, takes all the original manuscripts, and reads the full version without waiting for an update. Occasionally, I will explain the plot to him, even tens of thousands of miles away, reading newspapers every day No one can compare!

shame!

"Su Qianqian, the name should be a girl." Although they are both two hundred and twenty-seven dust, but she is in second place, which is definitely a bit more than Xiao Ji.

You can't even compare to a little girl, shame on you!

What? Xiao Ji is a Confucian genius? Oh, that's all right.

Chen Luo looked at the entire list from beginning to end, and found that the ninety-ninth and one hundredth are both Jiujiuchen, but the name is a bit eye-catching.

Ninety-ninth place: Yan Baichuan.

One hundredth place: Song Tuizhi.

"Pfft..." The tea in Chen Luo's mouth spurted out, "What's going on?"

The fourth senior brother clearly told himself that after entering the Confucianism realm, don't be confused by foreign objects. It is easy for them to sense the red dust in themselves, but because they have already walked out of their own way on the Confucianism Tongtian Road, it is difficult for them to substitute their own emotions and experience the world in the book.

Chen Luo understands this very well. After all, whether it is Jin Gu Liang Wen or the Four Great Classics, they are all popular literature by definition, which is for the general public to read. Great Confucian scholars were all academician-level figures in their previous lives, so it's okay to like it, but it's not necessary to study it.

To put it another way, it's as if children will be sad for a long time when they see Tiejia Xiaobao's failure, while adult men who have gone through vicissitudes of life will only smile knowingly at the female traffic policeman among them.

but……

Chen Luo looked at the list, and they were all ranked in the top 100 of Daxuan. Do you still think it is difficult to substitute?

Is there any reason?

Chen Luo thought for a while, and asked Bai Xiaosheng: "Old Bai, can those great Confucians not be allowed in? At most, they are Confucian scholars!"

Bai Xiaosheng nodded: "No problem!"

After Bai Xiaosheng finished speaking, he waved his hand towards the first place on the list, and some of the rankings on the list changed immediately, but the changes were not big, but the names of Yan Baichuan and Song Tuizhi were replaced by two other names.

Chen Luo suddenly thought of something, and asked, "By the way, you checked the mortal atmosphere of those great scholars just now, would they notice it?"

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head: "The old man didn't take the initiative to investigate, but just sensed Martial Dao's feedback. They have red dust in their bodies, so naturally there is information reflected in Martial Dao."

Good guy! Isn't this just opening the app and closing your eyes before making a bunch of agreements?

This stuff, if you use it yourself, it smells really good!

"However, the old man can also feel that some traces have been erased. It should be that some experts discovered the existence of this feedback and took the initiative to dispel the red dust or make a barrier. The two must have a close relationship with the Lord, so they did not cover up."

Chen Luo nodded, which is reasonable. Otherwise, he could spy on the great Confucianism at will, wouldn't that be heaven-defying... no, he might be beaten to death first!

"Okay." Chen Luo nodded, "The Dust List is too ugly. Since it is a list that counts the number of people in the world, let's call it the Number List."

Bai Xiaosheng: "Master, please be more serious."

Chen Luo smiled awkwardly: "Cultivate the mortal spirit, even if you enter the Martial Dao, it's called the Hongchen Martial Arts List."

Bai Xiaosheng: "Yes!"

In addition, erase the amount of red dust behind, so that only I can see it. "

Bai Xiaosheng: "Yes!"

...

Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan, who was copying a book, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Wan'anbo Mansion.

"Strange, how did you feel that someone spied on you just now?" Yan Baichuan wondered, "Could it be related to the red dust in my body?"

"I don't know if the fourth man is aware of it? Forget it, that reckless man is still in a calm state of mind, so he must not be aware of it!"

"I guess Chen Luo came up with something weird again."

"Forget it, forget it, there are still 8,000 copies of "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" to copy, let's just forget about it!"

"However, that kid probably didn't realize that I'm his book fan!"

"Never admit it!"

...

Zhili, Qingyu Lane.

The flames are monstrous.

The burning rocks that the Su family had just bought and were about to send to the kiln factory tomorrow were all ignited almost instantly, and the huge Su residence was like a sea of ​​flames.

Several men in black escaped from the mansion.

"Damn it, who doesn't have eyes and lit the fire rock?"

"Dage, I don't know, we are all waiting outside the door, by the way, Dage, how is the maid?"

The leading man licked his lips: "Thin skin and tender flesh, much better than those sluts in the brothel, it's a pity, I didn't catch Miss Su Fu, otherwise daddy would be so happy."

"Dage, we haven't moved the warehouse yet, what should we do now?"

The boss glanced back at the flames in Su's mansion: "Hmph, ask that Mr. Ge for money! If he doesn't pay, Daddy will reveal the matter, and everyone will die together!"

"Yes, everyone die together!"

"Let's go, the people who put out the fire will come soon!"

Several men in black nodded and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At this time, a figure slowly appeared at the gate of Su Mansion, it was Su Qianqian.

In Su Qianqian's hand, he held a crushed Taoist talisman.

This is a gift from a real person to the Su family.

At the critical moment, Big Brother went to block those men in black, and Dad stuffed this talisman into himself!

The maid Cui'er changed into her own clothes and sat in the boudoir.

Looking at the blazing Su Mansion, Su Qianqian's heart ached and she couldn't stop crying.

Tweety, gone.

big brother, gone.

Daddy, gone.

Su Qianqian heard what the man in black said just now.

"Ge Yunqing!"

"And those bastards!"

"I, Su Qianqian, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Su Qianqian almost bit her own lips to bleed...

...

"Huh... it's finally over!"

Fourth Watch, Holy Page Square. All the students could hardly raise their hands.

Kong Tianfang and the heads of the hospital did not show any gestures. They leaned on their seats one by one, looking at the mountains of manuscripts in front of them, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm desperate!" Kong Tianfang sighed, "I will never touch a pen again within three days!"

Another head of the hospital waved his hand: "Don't say three days, I will never write a word within seven days!"

"Do you know what the old man is thinking now?" said the third head of the Confucian Academy, "Why did you practice calligraphy so hard back then!"

"Wait, I've become a slave to Wan'anbo!"

As soon as this remark came out, several academic leaders looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"Okay, Tianyi, those students who didn't participate in the transcription are responsible for sending the manuscript of "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes". Have you made arrangements for this matter?"

Tian Haiyi nodded: "It's all done. But I think "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" has come to an end, so it should be almost over."

The Confucian woman from the Red Sleeve Academy nodded: "Die Fei said there are three more chapters! However, Wan Anbo already has a draft for the story after "Swordsman"!"

Kong Tianfang smiled and nodded: "I don't know what kind of strange writing it will be! What kind of martial art is hidden in it! Forget it, I am the host today, how about we go to Beifeng Tower to wake up?"

"Wonderful, this old man has never been to the Beifeng Building yet!"

"That's right, Nansheng Huazui received my academy's salary, but he didn't give lectures in the academy, and he still went to Beifeng Tower every day to tell stories. It's hateful!"

"Then you fire him?"

"dream!"

The great Confucianists burst into laughter again.

Suddenly, Cheng Diefei barged in: "Masters!"

The Confucian woman from Hongxiu Academy frowned: "Die Fei, why don't you know the rules? This is the elegant room at the head of the academy, why are you so reckless?"

Cheng Diefei quickly saluted and apologized: "Diefei's mistake, I will apologize later. It's just that Wan Anbo has an urgent manuscript here, saying that it must be published in today's "Da Xuan Min Bao"!"

Kong Tianfang waved his hand: "How many times after "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes"? Wait for tomorrow's supplement to be sent together? The old man and all the students can't hold their pens anymore!"

"No, Wan Anbert explained that it is inconvenient to publish this manuscript in the supplementary issue, so it can only be placed in "Daxuan Minbao"!" Cheng Diefei handed over a few thin pages of paper as he said.

Kong Tianfang took a look at the thickness of the paper, and accepted it in doubt, his eyes widened instantly.

""Red Dust Martial Arts List"?"

"This list is a list of the amount of mortal qi in the body of people who have cultivated mortal qi, and it changes every month."

"Whoever enters this list, the top of the list will be awarded..."

"The second ranking is available..."

"You can win the third place..."

...

Kong Tianfang read the introduction of "Red Dust Martial Arts List" at a glance, and then turned to the next page.

"First place: Yuezhou, Ren Ji."

"Second place, Zhili, Su Qianqian."

"The third place, Mangzhou, Ji Zhong."

...

Kong Tianfang took a deep breath, handed the manuscripts in his hands to several other directors, and sighed, "This Wan Anbo, who announced the Martial Dao yesterday, came to the ranking today, wave after wave."

"He really doesn't treat me like a human being!"

Cheng Diefei ignored Kong Tianfang's emotion, and asked anxiously: "Head of the Confucius Institute, can you add it today? I have to go back and return my uncle!"

Kong Tianfang glanced at the head of the House, smiled wryly and said, "Go ahead!"

The House of Representatives nodded first: "When this list is released, how many people will jump into the dragon's gate!"

"As long as Wan Amber can take Martial Dao down, they will be the first to follow!"

"That's all, you can't miss your future."

"The students are all tired. It's just a few pages. Let me do it for you."

"The old man makes an exception and writes again."

"Same mention! Same mention!"

Suddenly there was another burst of laughter in the elegant room.

...

The morning in Zhongjing City, which has been busy all night, finally ushered in.

Every selling point in the streets and alleys is full of people, and they have been queuing since last night.

I haven't read through Talent before, so there is nothing to say.

There is something everyone can read today, so how can you miss it?

Confucian scholars everywhere are promoting it. In order to let everyone in the capital city read it, all the Confucian scholars, masters, and great Confucian scholars who "write a thousand words" last night wrote vigorously and stayed up all night.

Such a scene will not happen again, they are all anxiously waiting for the manuscript to be sold!

Soon, the Daxuanmin Daily and its previous supplements, escorted by Master Jing, appeared in people's field of vision. Although they were anxious, the people patiently waited for the students to arrange everything.

Until I heard a voice: "Sale!"

Immediately the team rushed up.

It's just that before I got it, I saw the eye-catching front page of the Daxuanmin newspaper——

"Red Dust Martial Arts List"!

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