I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"This is... your new book spirit?" Song Tuizhi looked at Bai Xiaosheng who was looking like a fart in front of him, his eyes flickered for a moment, "He is the one who created your "Red Dust Martial Arts List"? "

"Exactly!" Chen Luo nodded. Since he wanted to distribute the "Red Dust Martial Arts List", of course he had to report it to the fourth senior brother. Besides, he also found that the fourth senior brother was actually a fan of own books, so that's easy to say.

"Fourth Senior Brother, this is the book!" As he spoke, he presented the "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword" that he had prepared, "After "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes", I plan to serialize this book."

"Huh?" Song Tuizhi's eyes lit up, but he immediately pretended to be serious, "Forget it, keep it with me for safekeeping, lest those old bastards always want to break your serialization rules."

"That's right." Chen Luo secretly smiled in his heart, handed it to Song Tuizhi, and was about to leave, when he suddenly asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, did you sense anything before?"

Song Tui was taken aback, hesitated again and again, and said, "It seems that there is something, but after careful inspection, there is nothing, what's wrong?"

Looking at Song Tuizhi's appearance, Chen Luo knew that what Bai Xiaosheng said was right. The fourth senior brother didn't sense his probing, so he waved his hand: "It's nothing, just ask me casually, I'll catch up on sleep first!" Just walked outside the house.

"Well, the fourth brother said that Wenxiang's Cultivation Base is comparable to his, so he probably didn't notice it either!"

Seeing Chen Luo's back disappear from the room, Song Tuizhi quickly concentrated his energy and tried his best to sense his surroundings. After a while, he also asked with a puzzled face, "Is there anything unusual? Why do you ask me so, little brother?"

"But my answer should be very appropriate..."

Thinking of this, Song Tuizhi also nodded, and couldn't wait to open the manuscript of "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword"...

...

"Red Dust Martial Arts List?" Everyone who got the latest issue of "Da Xuan Min Bao" looked at the list on the first page of the first page, showing doubts.

"How much energy is there in the world of mortals? My dear, why is it that a Yuezhou native ran ahead of us Zhongjing people?"

"More than that, look, there is no one from Zhongjing in the top ten! The one in front of us is Mr. Nan, who is only ranked nineteenth!"

"This... this... this..."

"Hmph, before we didn't know that reading Wan'anbo's book would cause red dust, so even if we bought a newspaper, it's just a glance at ten lines, just to relieve our greed, we are still willing to go to a restaurant to hear Mr. Shu's decomposition. In this way, we will naturally understand not enough."

"Those outsiders don't have the job of a storyteller. They can only see for themselves. Now, isn't it one piece higher than us?"

"Brother is right, so Mr. Storyteller is holding us back in the capital?"

"This is wrong." An old gentleman who had been listening to the conversation said at this time, "Mr. Shuowen breaks down the plot, so that you can better understand the events and emotions in the book, but you never review it. .”

"Exactly!" Another tea guest also interjected, "Mr. Shuowen is like a child who has been taught by Mr. Enlightenment. This should be my advantage in Zhongjing, but it was wasted..."

The words of these two people made the faces of those who had talked with them blush, and they quickly cupped their hands and said, "Thank you for your teachings. We will now carefully read Insight Wan'anbo's book, and we will definitely not let me, Zhongjing, fall behind."

"That's right, that's right. Xiaoer, I'll pay for the tea for you two!"

...

"Father, I don't want to study Confucianism anymore." A sixteen-year-old boy knelt in front of his own father. In front of him was the latest issue of the "Red Dust Martial Arts List".

On the "Red Dust Martial Arts List", a name was carefully circled with a brush.

Seventy-eighth place, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.

Looking at the young man kneeling in front of him, the middle-aged man sitting on the chair frowned: "You are not the only one named Song Qixing in Zhongjing City, how do you know that these seventy-eight people are you?"

"Haier has just been rewarded with a ray of mortal energy out of thin air. This list shows that the 51st to 80th place can get three mortal qi every day. Who else is it?"

Song Qixing's father hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No father!"

"Why?" Song Qixing asked, "I have been studying Confucianism since I was nine years old. You are an enlightened teacher who has crossed two mountains and seas, and your grandfather is a great Confucianist in Wenchang Pavilion. You taught me day and night and found countless treasures of righteousness for me, but Hai'er has only just reached the level of writing, and his righteousness is weak, and he can't even get into the eight major academies, why do you still let me study Confucianism?"

Father Song looked at the only son with tears in his eyes, and his heart softened. He knew that both his own father and himself had brought enormous pressure to the child.

Most of those old friends who have contacts with the family, as well as children his age, are in Chengshijing, or are only a thin line away from Chengshijing. As for Song Qixing, righteousness is thin, even if there are poems that are occasionally obtained by skillful hands, righteousness can't support it at all.

In fact, both he and his own Confucian father understand that although this child is awakened and reads Talent, it is not material for Confucianism.

But at this moment, he couldn't back down.

"Xing'er, listen to what my father said."

"If you study Confucianism, your grandfather and I have discussed it long ago, and we will definitely ensure that you enter the realm of poetry before you are thirty."

"For my father and your grandfather, I have accumulated some credits over the years. When you reach the Chengshi Realm, we can exchange these credits and get a chance for you to be promoted to master before the age of sixty."

"Although it's not 100 percent, there's a six to seven out of ten possibility."

"So you don't have to worry, just study Confucianism with peace of mind."

"Wan Anbo admires him as a father, even your grandfather is full of praise. But, what about Martial Dao? No one can say for sure."

"Don't say you are only seventy-eighth, even the first one, Ren Ji, who can say for sure what the future will be like?"

"Even Wan Amber himself, now everyone respects his literary talents and his mentorship, but look, how many people respect his Cultivation Base? Or combat power?"

"Those who haven't read Talent thoroughly, take the road of Martial Dao, because that is their only choice. But if you can take the road of Confucianism and Taoism, how can you give up?"

"The star-absorbing method was asked privately by a Confucian scholar, and Wan Anbo said clearly that it is difficult to learn!"

"Look at the third Ji Zhong, he is Wan Anbo's guard, Cheng Shijing at the age of seventeen, has he given up Confucianism and Taoism?"

Song Qixing looked at his father, clenched his hands into fists, and tears welled up in his eyes: "You don't understand the baby at all!"

"I know that in order for me to cultivate, Grandpa spent almost all the money he got from his manuscripts on me."

"It even delayed Daddy's promotion to the preaching realm."

"Your contributions can help grandpa conceive a great Confucian treasure."

"I don't want to drag you down!"

"Sometimes I think, I'd rather not wake up and read Talent!"

"I don't like you sacrificing yourself to arrange for me a path I don't want to go!"

"I like Wan Amber's, and I also like the stories in it. I think I am suitable for that path."

"You just treat me as an ordinary person, I want to go Martial Dao! I want to be a martial artist!"

"It doesn't matter what the end of the road is? It doesn't matter if it's the Confucian road to heaven!"

"This is better than the road you prepared for me!"

Father Song suddenly slapped the table: "Presumptuous! You...Nizi...I say no, I won't allow it. From today on, "Daxuan Min Bao" will appear elsewhere in the house!"

"Daddy!" Song Qixing stood up, "Why are you doing this! Could it be because of the plaque on our family's scholarly family?"

"Slap!" Song Qixing was slapped hard on the face, even Father Song himself was stunned.

Since the death of his beloved wife, he has never been willing to touch Song Qixing with a heavy hand.

Song Qixing covered his face, knelt down abruptly, kowtowed to Father Song, turned around and ran out!

Father Song looked at Song Qixing's back running out of the house, and felt sore and aching in his heart. The dignified master of the enlightened realm unexpectedly lost his fighting strength and almost fell down.

He leaned on the corner of the table, and his eyes fell on the "Daxuan Mingbao" on the ground, the name framed in the black circle.

Seventy-eighth place, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.

...

"Your Majesty, it is still unknown what effect Martial Dao will have. I think it is enough for the people to practice spontaneously, and the court should not intervene."

"Your Majesty, I have a different opinion. Some practice is better than no practice. In the past, fifty ordinary people could kill one barbarian soldier. After practicing Martial Dao, even if forty-nine people can kill one, it is still profitable! "

"It's ridiculous. I can still turn things around in front of the Yaozu through self-cultivation among the people. If the court intervenes and arouses unnecessary suspicion from the Yaozu, can you take this responsibility?"

"The monster race is afraid of power and not virtuous. If it makes them feel jealous, it might be a solution."

"If you make him feel jealous, then you need to have something to be afraid of!"

"Why do you say that this Martial Dao can become a reality of fear!"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ye Heng coughed twice, interrupted the debate among the officials, looked at the Minister of Literature and the Minister of Political Affairs, and asked, "You two dear ministers, what do you think?"

The prime minister was the first to speak: "It takes three days to burn the jade, and it takes seven years to identify the material. I think that Mr. Lu is right in saying that it is better to practice than not to practice."

"There are tens of millions of people and millions of ordinary soldiers on the frontier of our Northern Territory. Even if we only increase our strength by one level, we can offset the damage caused by some barbarians."

"However, if the imperial court invests a lot of manpower and material resources to promote Martial Dao, the loss will be second. However, if it attracts the fear of the monster race and changes the policy of the Holy King Palace, it will harass our southern region, while the northern region is not as expected. If you improve, the gains outweigh the losses.”

"At the end of the day, we still need to know how strong Martial Dao is! Is it worth taking this risk!"

"Ruoqiang, as Master Tong said, even if we are harassed by them for a while, in three to five years, we will be able to get back all the capital and profits. They will naturally consider the pros and cons. I believe that with the ability of the Ministry of Rites, they can also be suppressed."

"If you are weak, you don't need to spend a lot of trouble, benefiting the north and losing the south!"

Ye Heng nodded, then looked at Wen Xiang: "Wen Xiang, what do you think?"

Yan Baichuan smiled lightly: "At the end of the day, you just want to know what Martial Dao is? Everyone is like a dragon. Is this dragon a dragon from the Star Sea, a dragon from Tai Xuan Pond, or an ornamental dragon from your Majesty's back garden? !"

When the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty heard what Yan Baichuan said, they all laughed.

"This incident makes sense, and who can judge something that hasn't happened. I think, if you call Chen Luo to the court, you will know it!"

Ye Heng nodded and looked at Hou An: "Call Chen Luo."

...

Chen Luo shook his head and sat up from the bed.

Hao Duanduan wanted to catch up on his sleep, but his mind kept running, and a piece of information popped up every few minutes.

"Good guy!

"Huashan Sword Technique, Songshan Sword Technique, Hengshan Sword Technique..."

"Taiyue Sanqingfeng, Ning's sword, thirteen moves of flying sand and walking stones..."

"Black Blood Magic Needle, Xuantian Finger, Liuding Kaishan..."

...

The martial arts in "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" were unlocked in his mind.

"What's the matter? Did you study as a group before the exam?" Chen Luo shook his head, probably after he announced the existence of martial arts yesterday, this group of people started to read books seriously!

"However, my arsenal of martial arts seems to be enriched."

Just when Chen Luo sighed, Lu Tong knocked on the door: "Uncle, there is a call from the palace!"

...

Following Wang Li who was summoned, he rushed all the way to the imperial city, and trotted all the way into the Changming Palace.

As soon as Chen Luo appeared, all eyes were on him.

"What's going on? The eyes of these people seem to want to prostitute me for nothing!" Chen Luo complained in his heart, stepped forward and saluted Ye Heng, "Wan Anbo Chen Luo, I have seen Your Majesty!"

"Chen Luo, don't be too polite!" Ye Heng smiled and waved his hands, "I ask you, is your Martial Dao good?"

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, asking about privacy?

"Hmm..." The Prime Minister snorted, "Wan Anbo, what Your Majesty means is that your current Martial Dao is comparable to a Confucian Realm, and how powerful is it?"

Chen Luo looked at Wenxiang, looked at Wenxiang, blinked his eyes, as if asking: "Pretend or admit cowardly?"

Wen Xiang couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, just tell the truth!"

Chen Luo thought about it, if it was a few hours ago, he still had to be humble.

Now, hehe, I have a lot of martial arts in my mind, and my thirty-six acupoints are almost full.

So be honest.

Chen Luo made a bow to the left minister: "My Realm is hard to say, if it is practiced, it is equivalent to the state of Confucianism."

"As for combat power!"

Chen Luo raised his chest and raised his head: "Let's go forward bravely!"

"Under the same situation, within ten steps."

"I am invincible!"

...

The court was quiet, and suddenly, someone laughed.

This Chen Luo really knows how to joke.

Wen Xiang frowned: "Chen Luo, I want you to tell the truth!"

Just as Chen Luo was about to answer, a long howl suddenly came from outside the hall.

"Report--"

After the crowd looked around, they saw a sergeant with three urgent flags hanging behind him, running straight into the Changming Palace, holding a military newspaper in both hands, and shouting: "Wanrenshan urgent report, the barbarian Yilisa The Khan and Mordan Khan moved south, suspected to reinforce the winter offensive!"

Hearing the sergeant's report, the whole court was in an uproar. Ye Heng took Hou An's hand and sent it to the military newspaper with a livid face.

The prime minister and Wen looked at each other, then suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Luo's hand.

"Chen Luo, I will ask you again, are you really invincible in the same situation?"

The Prime Minister stepped forward and added: "You don't need to be invincible, just equal!"

Seeing the serious faces of Wen Xiang and Zheng Xiang, Chen Luo flashed the newly unlocked martial arts library in his mind.

He had absorbed Ji Zhong's awe-inspiring righteousness before, and found that his mortal energy was almost twice that of Ji Zhong.

And Ji Zhong is a task appreciated by all four senior brothers.

How can this be cowardly?

Chen Luo nodded: Of course!

Wen Xiang nodded towards the political minister. At this moment, the two seemed to be political enemies and seemed to have reached an agreement.

The prime minister shouted: "Mo Tingfeng!"

Mo Daru, who accompanied Bai Qingqing to the capital before, quickly stood up and said, "Your official is here!"

"Go and fight the demon mission!"

Chen Luo was startled: Demon? Yaozu?

Chen Luo looked at Wen Xiang.

Wen Xiang also looked at Mo Daru: "Gambling, one-on-one, ten places in Crystal Demon Realm!"

Mo Daru: Yes!

Chen Luo's eyes moved back and forth between Zheng Xiang and Wen Xiang.

"You guys, what exactly do you want?"

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