I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

When Chen Luo and Ye Dafu arrived at Zhaixing Building, it was already full of people.

"Meet Wan Amber."

"Meet the Lord of Martial Dao!"

"I have seen the literati...the light!"

"I've seen the brothel master..."

...

The Confucian scholars who came to pray for blessings greeted Chen Luo one after another, and Chen Luo responded one by one, but he could understand the title of "literati · sudden stop · light". What the hell is the brothel master?

Little brother, something is wrong with you.

"Dafu, didn't you say that there are only more than 200 places in Wenchang Pavilion? I think there are at least three or four hundred people here, and there are still people going in."

"Dage, you don't know, it's always been like this. Academies and aristocratic families with quotas will send more people to participate, and then select the people with the highest Heavenly Dao power to enter the Crystal Demon Realm."

"Then how do so many people pray? One person goes up to read a poem?"

Ye Dafu shook his head: "Of course not. Dage, when you look at the Zhaixing Building, there are no stairs."

Chen Luo was reminded by Ye Dafu, only then did he realize that this tall building really has no stairs, it looks like a column, soaring into the sky, and a circular platform can be vaguely seen on it.

"Zhaixing Tower is ten feet high, and there is a reception formation with the power of Heavenly Dao. Later, everyone will write poems around the building, and different Heavenly Dao powers will be given according to the degree of Heavenly Dao's favor."

"Those who obtain the power of Heavenly Dao can fly out of thin air, the better the writing, the faster they can rise."

"Each time, the top platform of the Zhaixing Tower can accommodate up to a hundred people, and they can pray twice."

"Those who have not entered the top level will naturally have a great scholar record the power of their Heavenly Dao to determine the number of places to enter."

Isn't this the first round of elimination?

"Let's go, Dage, let's go over there. I'll contact you with the buyers." Ye Dafu pulled Chen Luo to the other side, muttering, "This time I don't have many decent people on hand, otherwise I would have bought all of your Dage slots."

Chen Luo looked confused: "What do you mean? What quota do you want?"

"Of course it is the quota to enter the Crystal Monster World?" Ye Dafu took it for granted, "Dage, you don't have a family, and you don't need to carry wood to support your family luck. Isn't the most valuable of the Crystal Monster World is the Heavenly Dao crystal?"

"I've already negotiated with those aristocratic families. They don't have enough places, so I'll buy from you and directly bid for Heavenly Dao Crystal." Ye Dafu patted his chest and said, "Dage, you have a total of five places, and I called people from ten aristocratic families." Come on, let's hold a small auction later, and guarantee a high price."

"Dage, don't worry, the circulation of the Crystal Demon Realm quota within the human race is allowed by Wenchang Pavilion."

Chen Luo looked at Ye Dafu suspiciously: "Is this what you mean by making money?"

"Yeah, otherwise, what do you think Dage is?"

I thought you were going to pull Heavenly Dao wool.

Chen Luo waved his hand: "I won't sell this quota!"

Ye Dafu was also stunned: "Why?"

"Let me ask you, does this tree need to recognize its master before it emerges from Monster World?"

"Yeah, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get out!"

"That's fine! I'll have one quota for myself, and I'll give Xiaoji another." After thinking about it, "Then let's sell three, and you can get it for me. I want to prepare to pray here."

Doubt flashed across Ye Dafu's face, but he nodded without asking why, "Don't worry, Dage. I'll sell you five of the three places!" After speaking, he ran away quickly.

Only then did Chen Luo turn around and look at Ji Zhong who was following behind him like a shadow: "Xiao Ji, do you want to go with me to the Crystal Demon Realm to grab two transport logs?"

"I am the son's guard, so naturally Xiao Ji will go wherever the son goes." Ji Zhong said seriously.

Chen Luo smiled: "Then you have to work harder later, get more Heavenly Dao power. Otherwise, I can get in some restricted areas, but you can't get in."

Ji Zhong raised his head confidently: "It's not as good as your son, but I'm not bad either."

At this moment, there was an uproar in the entire Star Reaching Square.

Chen Luo followed the prestige, and it turned out that Bai Qingqing led twenty monsters into the square of Zhaixinglou.

There were discussions everywhere.

"Monster race?"

"The monster race also came to participate in the blessing ceremony of my human race?"

"No, these are half-demons. They have my human blood, so they can naturally participate in the blessing ceremony."

"That is also a demon!"

"Brother, the students of Xiazheliu Academy are also half-demons, can't they participate in the blessing ceremony?"

"Ah...brother, I misunderstood, I didn't mean that..."

"Quiet!" The Confucian on duty burst into spring thunder with a cold tongue, and the coercion of the Confucianism was released, and the entire square of Zhaixinglou fell silent.

Leng Hanbing glanced at the direction of the Yaozu, Bai Qingqing made a slight blessing, Leng Hanbing nodded, looked towards the square again, and fixed her gaze on Chen Luo slightly.

After a while, Leng Hanbing spoke again——

"The hour has come, and the prayer poetry session will officially begin."

"This poem does not need to be assisted by awe-inspiring righteousness, so there is no need to worry that the poem is too profound and the righteousness cannot be overwhelmed."

"The category of prayer poems can express aspirations, express affection, and reminisce about the past, but the sky is moving, and a gentleman must strive for self-improvement. Don't be sad, don't be lonely, and don't write small feelings without great righteousness. Do you understand?"

All Confucian scholars saluted one after another: "I understand."

"Let's start over there! Formation, start!"

Immediately, a formation enveloped the entire Star Reaching Square, and a cyan light shot up into the sky, clearly visible throughout Zhongjing City.

...

Earl's Court.

Song Tuizhi frowned slightly as he looked at the reception formation soaring into the sky.

"Crystal Demon Realm!"

"Should I let my junior brother go or not?"

Song Tuizhi held the sunflower stock sent to him by the elder brother: "The elder brother means to let the younger brother in."

"But he is an unreliable person!"

"You have to listen to what he says!"

Behind him, the black and white bear demon gnawed at the green bamboo in his hand, and said, "Are you talking bad things about your ears?"

Song Tuizhi rolled his eyes: Eat your bamboo well!

The black and white bear demon turned around and turned his back to Song Tuizhi: "It's not bad... let your second sister kill you!"

...

"Don't be sad, don't be lonely, don't write petty feelings without great righteousness!" Chen Luo repeated the request in his heart, looked up at the sky, "Is it positive energy?"

Chen Luo thought about it with a pen.

"How about "Song of Righteous Qi"? "Lime Song" is also fine!"

Just when Chen Luo was about to pick up his pen, several figures suddenly floated up. Chen Luo turned his head to look over, and found that they were the demon clan brought by Bai Qingqing.

I saw those half-monsters stepping into the air one by one, slowly rising into the air.

At this time, those Confucian scholars who had already written their pens were favored by only three inches from the ground.

"Bastard!" Seeing this scene, Leng Hanbing frowned, "I lost to the Yaozu!"

"Don't worry about Han Bing. The Yaozu have been prepared for a long time. It's not surprising that they come up with excellent poems. These students still have to study the scriptures on weekdays, so they lag behind for a while. They will naturally catch up later...Look..."

At this time, a Confucian scholar in the human race jumped up from the crowd, Chen Luo took a look, yo, acquaintance!

It was the romantic son who did not return!

Wang Bugui's ascent was very fast, and he quickly surpassed several monster clans, but slowed down when he reached a height of five feet, and was about half a foot behind the top monster clan.

Almost at the same time, another Daoist figure passed by Wang Bugui, only half a body away from the first-ranked Yaozu.

It was Tian Xiangwan, another female scholar who left ink marks on the holy page in the Japanese competition.

At this time, many Confucian scholars also wrote their pens, but some of them fell down after only a few inches in the air.

At this moment, Chen Luo heard a burst of complaints.

"No, good poems and good words have all been written by predecessors. No matter what we write, it is cliché! I only hate that it was born too late!"

"What good poems and lyrics can there be in those monster races? Their history and love are different from ours, so it's easy to write!"

"It's so difficult to write poems and lyrics now! You can only find some out-of-the-way allusions to avoid those written by predecessors, but it's hard to have good poems like this!"

"I...I don't accept it!"

Noisy voices poured into Chen Luo's ears from all directions, and Chen Luo's heart was complicated. Suddenly, a poem emerged in Chen Luo's heart.

Chen Luo took a deep breath, picked up the pen and started writing!

...

Leng Hanbing's face was ashen, looking at the few people who were flying towards the top platform, one of the fox clan half-monsters was still far ahead, occupying the first position, behind him, he was still half a body away Tian Xiangwan.

And after Tian Xiangwan, it wasn't the king who didn't return, but Fang Xiujie who came later. However, with the eyesight of the Leng Bing Confucian, it is natural to see that Fang Xiujie surpasses Tian Xiangwan at most, and still cannot beat the Fox Demon.

"Dead wood can't be carved!" Leng Hanbing naturally heard those complaints on the platform, "What is called a good poem and a good word has been written by others, and I am useless, but blame the predecessors!"

Another great Confucian sighed: "Although what they say is wrong, it is true that the poetry of this dynasty has withered!"

"Poet Immortal Li Qinglian, Poem History Du Zimei, Ci Saint Su Poxian, Ci Monarch Lu Fangweng... These people are all people who have been condensed by our human race for thousands of years. This dynasty... eh? By the way, isn't Wan Anbo participating? ?”

Everyone looked intently in the crowd and saw that Chen Luo was still on the ground with both feet on the ground, writing vigorously.

"It's useless!" Leng Hanbing said, "Even if Wan Amber writes wonderful poems, he can't catch up with the people in front of him. He is the first person on the stage today, and he is afraid that he will fall into the hands of the demon clan."

"What a shame!" Another great Confucian nodded.

"Wait a minute, you see, Wan Anbo's poem is a bit weird..."

...

Bai Fei was going crazy with joy in his heart.

He would be the first to log into the Star Picking Tower.

If this matter is passed back, even if he doesn't gain anything in the Crystal Demon Realm, he will definitely be trained by the demon clan.

"Perhaps, you can still pursue the young master!"

Thinking of that gentle yet powerful figure, Bai Fei's heart burned.

He raised his head, only one step away from the top floor.

Hurry up, hurry up...

I want to take the first place!

Just when Bai Fei's hand was about to touch the edge of the platform, a gust of wind suddenly blew...

...

Chen Luo dropped the last word.

Setsuna room paper shines!

A whirlwind rose above the paper, heading upwards proudly.

During Setsuna, the whirlwind turned into a hurricane, blowing away all the human races and demon races in midair.

Even Bai Fei, Fang Xiujie and Tian Xiangwan who were about to climb onto the high platform were blown off the high platform by Setsuna.

Everyone stopped rising.

Only Chen Luo, with the blue clouds rising under his feet, supported Chen Luo and flew towards the high platform slowly...

...

"This..." Leng Hanbing's eyes showed joy, "The strong wind clears the way, and the sky rises smoothly!"

"A vision of climbing a building! Hahahaha, the duty of our class is actually a vision of climbing a building!"

"It's still a double vision! This kid... No, what kind of poem did Wan Amber write!"

"Don't worry, we'll see later."

Leng Hanbing suddenly laughed: "The first place is still my human race!"

While several great Confucians were talking, Chen Luo jumped over the crowd, casting their gazes on him.

He passed Wang Bugui, and Wang Bugui saluted him in mid-air.

He passed Tian Xiangwan, who nodded slightly at him.

He passed Fang Xiujie, Fang Xiujie's face was ugly, and he cupped his hands casually.

He passed Bai Fei, and Bai Fei's eyes were red, as if Chen Luo had stolen his lifeblood.

Chen Luo raised his feet and landed on the high platform.

Almost at the moment when Chen Luo landed, a golden light shone on the ten-foot pillar supporting the high platform, and huge Yawen characters appeared one by one.

"Li Du's poems have been handed down by mouth,"

"So far, it's not new."

"Talented people emerge from generation to generation,"

"Each has been leading the way for hundreds of years."

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