I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Chen Luo opened his eyes, shook his head, and then slowly regained consciousness.

In Chen Luo's memory, just now, he and the Kunling were trapped by something that suddenly appeared. At the Setsuna that was almost cut off from sight, the willow leaves on the back of his hand flickered again, and the Kunling Suddenly he spit out a bubble towards himself, enveloping himself.

Then the bubble shattered, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

"Xiao Qi, did you smell something just now?" Chen Luo asked.

Xiao Qi's frustrated voice came out from the store: "That fish smells so good, I can't smell any other smells."

Chen Luo sighed, stood up, and looked around.

Now I am standing in a place that seems to be the middle of a mountain. When I look up, I can see the collapsed sky. On the side of the cave, there is a path for only one person. The whistling wind from the path should lead to the outside. .

"Could that bubble be a teleportation spell?" Chen Luo thought to himself as he looked at the cave.

The interior of the entire cave is very flat, about the size of a house, and in the middle of the cave, there is a withered tree. In front of the tree, a figure is sitting in the Lotus Position. The figure is wearing a blue Confucian robe. Chen Luo knew the material of the Confucian gown, just like the one on his body, woven with silkworm brocade.

"Why are there still people?" Chen Luo was puzzled, but still respectfully saluted, "Daxuan Wan'an Bo Chen Luo, I met my senior!"

After a while, there was no reply. Chen Luo frowned slightly, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

He raised his head again and looked at the withered tree in front of the figure. It was not conspicuous at first glance, but when Chen Luo took a closer look, the big tree seemed to suddenly turn into a towering giant tree, covering Chen. All of Luo's sights. The giant tree was radiant and magnificent.

Chen Luo was startled, took two steps back, closed his eyes suddenly, and when he opened them again, he escaped from the astonishing illusion.

The last time I felt this way was when Wen Lei saw the phantom of the ancient willow tree when Liu Zu came down.

"This tree is not simple!" Chen Luo had a judgment in his heart, but he didn't dare to observe rashly, but was more curious about the figure sitting cross-legged in front of the tree.

He took a few steps forward and saluted again: "Junior Bamboo Forest Semi-Holy Disciple Chen Luo, I have met you sir!"

At this time, the figure has not responded.

Chen Luo frowned slightly, and took a few steps forward, barely able to see the face under the Confucian robe through the green shirt, but Chen Luo was stunned for a moment.

Under the silkworm brocade that has not rotted for thousands of years, there is a pair of human bones that have been dead for an unknown number of years!

Chen Luo's complexion changed drastically, and he hurried forward. The dead bone maintained a cross-legged posture. Except for the Confucian robe on the outside, the clothes and internal organs had all decayed, and broken bones could be vaguely seen on his chest.

On the neck of the bone, hung a jade tablet, and Chen Luo stretched out his hand towards the jade tablet.

When Chen Luo's hand touched a setsuna of the jade card, the jade card suddenly shone brightly, and a huge amount of information flooded into Chen Luo's mind. I pressed the pause button, and it just stopped...

...

Ji Zhong hurried all the way and came to a mountain.

"Huh? There is no way." Ji Zhong looked at the mountains in front of him, frowning slightly, "The method taught by the young master doesn't work!"

"Forget it, let's do it again."

Ji Zhong picked up another branch from the ground, threw it up, dropped it, and then looked in the opposite direction from the branch, and found that there was a trail in the middle of the mountain.

"Could it be?" Ji Zhong immediately regained his energy and ran towards that path.

This path is very long, as if it goes straight to the center of the mountain, and Ji Zhong began to wonder if he was going in the wrong direction.

After about half a stick of incense, Ji Zhong's eyes suddenly opened up.

"Young Master!" Ji Zhong saw Chen Luo who was reaching for the jade at a glance, but paused his movements. He looked surprised and walked over quickly. After walking two steps, he found Chen Luo's same.

Ji Zhong drew out the broken sword from his waist and stepped forward slowly. When he got close, he realized that Chen Luo was facing a human bone. It was rosy, as if it had fallen asleep in this position.

"Dream?" Ji Zhong recalled that Song Tuizhi had said this when chatting with himself. After the general spirit information is poured into the communication jade, it will gradually disappear with the retirement of time. But there is a kind of dream jade, which can preserve the information of the soul for a long time, but when reading it, it will enter a state like a dream.

This kind of reading cannot be interrupted, otherwise the message will disappear, or the reader will be immersed in a dream state and cannot wake up.

Ji Zhong quickly covered his mouth, walked lightly to the side and sat down, intending to wait for Chen Luo to wake up. At this moment, his ears moved, and a voice came from the wind in the passage.

"Grandpa, this is it."

Ji Zhong stood up and walked outside.

At this time, Chen Luo must not be disturbed!

...

Qianfengyuan.

Tian Xiangwan, Wang Bugui, and Ye Dafu were running quickly on the plain.

That Tian Xiangwan seems to have some kind of secret method, which can lock the direction. With Wang Bugui and Ye Dafu, Ye Dafu frowned slightly, increased the speed, next to Tian Xiangwan, and said through voice transmission: "Mr. Tian, ​​are you locking the direction?" Am I Dage?"

Tian Xiangwan shook his head: "Fang Xiujie has a folding fan, we have tampered with it. What I am locking is the position of that folding fan now."

Ye Dafu glanced at Tian Xiangwan: "What is your identity?"

Tian Xiangwan was silent.

Ye Dafu: "I am the son of Prince Daxuanjing!"

Tian Xiangwan hesitated for a moment: "I am Tian Xiangwan, the teaching assistant of Zheliu Academy, and I am also Chunyuwei Qianying, Xuansi of Daxuan Town."

Ye Dafu was slightly taken aback: "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Chunyuwei! What are you looking for?"

Tian Xiangwan thought for a while and said, "Thirty years ago, Song Jiawen's heart was stolen!"

"Twenty years ago, Li Jiawen's heart was stolen!"

"Ten years ago, Ma Jiawen's heart was stolen!"

"Six years ago, the Wenxin Confucian of the Zhang family died in a barbarian battle. It is said that the body was taken away by the barbarians."

"But the King of the North didn't find any clues that the barbarians took away the remains of the great Confucians of the Zhang family."

"At that time, it was a great scholar of the Fang family who fought side by side with the great scholar of the Zhang family. He was also the one who said that the body was taken away."

Ye Dafu frowned: "Do you doubt the Fang family?"

Tian Xiangwan nodded: "After all, Wenxin has another function, which is to supplement Confucianism and mend the wounds of the Holy Way."

"The Fang family..."

Ye Dafu instantly understood: "You mean the one who was maimed by Bamboo Sage?"

Tian Xiangwan nodded: "The source of the literary heart that Wan Anbo obtained is unknown. The Fang family made things difficult for Wan Anbo several times, and even offended Zhulin again, just to get that literary heart."

"According to our investigation, Fang Xiujie would not have participated in the Jing Monster World this time, but was personally ordered by the head of the Fang family to replace the clan members who were originally going to participate."

"And Fang Xiujie is the grandson of that one."

"If it's really the Fang family, the Fang family will have no chance to make a move if the king of the town is paying attention to it. It's the easiest way to cover up in the Bengjie. Even the king of the town may not be able to deduce it."

Ye Dafu frowned: "With Bamboo Sage's temper, whoever wins is not afraid of being maimed again?"

"I'm afraid that the Fang family is well prepared this time. If the Bamboo Sage makes a move, he will be met with a thunderous counterattack. You know, there are many enemies in the Zhulin." Tian Xiangwan sighed, "This is the last thing King Zhen wants to see. things that arrived."

After hearing this, Ye Dafu couldn't help shivering all over, and couldn't help thinking of a terrible idea.

Perhaps this is part of a trap.

"Then why dawdle, quickly find Fang Xiujie and kill him!"

...

Outside the mountain road, Ji Zhong came out slowly, his eyes fixed, and he saw a familiar figure.

"Fang Xiujie?"

Ji Zhong stood in the way of the entrance and said, "Young master Fang, my young master has something important to do inside, so it's inconvenient to meet people. You'd better find Yunmu in another place."

Fang Xiujie chuckled, as if talking to himself: "Grandpa, this man is called Ji Zhong, and he is Chen Luo's personal bodyguard. He should be right when he said that Chen Luo is in that cave."

Ji Zhong frowned slightly: "Fang Xiujie, don't play tricks. If you go any further, I'll make a move."

The strange righteousness in Fang Xiujie's pupils surged out again, enveloping Fang Xiujie's body, Fang Xiujie's eyes instantly turned cold, and when he opened his mouth again, there was an old voice.

"You are pure righteousness, and you are also a first-class genius. How could you be willing to be someone else's guard?"

"This old man can't bear to kill the innocent younger generation. Now you make an oath of Confucianism and don't reveal what happened today, and then go back to my Fang's house with Xiu Jie. How about this old man accepting you as a school boy?"

"The old man's book boy, his status is comparable to that of the eldest son of a family!"

Chen Luo remained silent, raised his hand, and pointed the blade of the broken sword at "Fang Xiujie".

"One more step forward, and I will do it."

"Stubborn!" "Fang Xiujie" raised his leg, and appeared in front of Ji Zhong in an instant. Ji Zhong opened his mouth, and was about to perform "Speak Out", "Fang Xiujie" snorted softly, and Chen Luo felt a heavy lump on his chest With one blow, the righteous energy that had just been condensed suddenly collapsed.

Confucianism and the dignity of teachers.

As a teacher, you should not be insulted.

Ji Zhong spat out a mouthful of blood, "You're an asshole!"

After finishing speaking, he once again mobilized the awe-inspiring righteousness around him, and was about to fight back, "Fang Xiujie" waved his hand, and a green ruler formed in the air, hitting Ji Zhong. Ji Zhong couldn't dodge, and was hit by the green ruler, and immediately Hitting heavily on the rock, the rock exploded, Ji Zhong's blood poured out of his mouth like money, and he fell heavily on the ground.

"Ji Zhong, you are only a Confucian scholar in the poetic realm, and my grandfather is now a master in the preaching realm. There is a whole big Realm difference. I think you should follow my grandfather's suggestion and join our Fang family."

Fang Xiujie's voice sounded. He saw that his grandfather did not take Ji Zhong's life with two consecutive blows, which showed that his grandfather really cherished his talents, and although he was slightly jealous, he still spoke.

"You and I are brothers when you join the Fang family. It's better than being a little guard!"

The old voice also sounded again: "Boy, you can't do it again, but you can't do it again. The old man sees that you have read "Spring and Autumn" and became a Taoist, so you have the thought of cherishing your talent."

"Chunqiu? You deserve to talk about Chunqiu!" Ji Zhong stood up with support, and the blood in his mouth was mixed with some broken internal organs, and he spit it out in one gulp.

"I've searched through the ages, but the words 'faith' and 'righteousness', when I say that you are the son's guard, you are the son's guard."

He hunched over, still slowly raised the broken blade in his hand, and pointed at "Fang Xiujie".

"I'll say it again, this way doesn't work!"

"Fang Xiujie" trembled slightly, and the old voice was a little cold: "Hmph, so you are a fool!"

"Fang Xiujie" raised his hand and squeezed it hard. Ji Zhong seemed to be caught by this hand, and his bones were squeezed so loudly. In the severe pain, Ji Zhong seemed to be in a trance. He seemed to see a figure from behind. , a figure with only one leg but running without hesitation.

"Fool……"

A tear fell from the corner of Ji Zhong's eyes, and almost at the same time, behind him, a phantom of a roll of bamboo slips appeared.

Setsuna, who appeared from the phantom of the bamboo slips, burst into blue light, instantly dispelling the Confucianism of "Fang Xiujie", Ji Zhong fell to the ground, he raised his head, and saw the inconceivable expression on "Fang Xiujie"'s calm face.

"My lord, Xiao Ji is going to break the contract."

"After today, Xiao Ji can no longer be your guard."

Ji Zhong muttered, got up slowly, and opened the bamboo slips behind him...

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