I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Fang Xiujie" looked at the bamboo scroll slowly unfolding behind Ji Zhong, even though he had already become a saint, his heart was still full of turmoil.

"The phantom of "Spring and Autumn"! How could you, a Confucian scholar, summon the phantom of "Spring and Autumn"!" "In the light emitted by the phantom, it seems to have fallen into the endless river of time, and all of them disappeared.

The phantom bamboo scroll of "Spring and Autumn" was fully opened, and the characters engraved on it flickered one by one. Then, those flickering elegant characters floated out of the bamboo slips and fell into Ji Zhong's body.

Ji Zhong's righteousness suddenly soared!

"Chunqiu bet on me! This is Chunqiu betting on me!" At this moment, the real Fang Xiujie was also shocked. He had only seen this kind of scene in history books.

Under the semi-sage of Confucianism, the two strongest supernatural powers, Spring and Autumn Betrothed to me, I betrothed to Spring and Autumn!

It is said that the use of Spring and Autumn Infusion will summon the most holy power of Confucianism and use it for oneself. There was once a great Confucian with a righteous mind who used Spring and Autumn Infusion to kill a barbarian barbarian.

It's just that these two supernatural powers are too difficult.

It is so difficult that one or two generations may not be able to master it.

But Ji Zhong is just a Confucian student, and he hasn't even seen the mountains of books and the sea of ​​learning, so how could he display it?

...

At this time, with spring and autumn pens and inks flying into Ji Zhong's body, Ji Zhong's aura continued to rise, and soon he broke through Confucian scholars and entered the master's realm, and then broke through the Enlightenment Realm Master, reaching the Kaihua realm Master, and then again From the enlightenment state master breakthrough to the preaching state master, but this momentum has not stopped.

"Fang Xiujie" looked terrified. During the period of "Spring and Autumn Note Me", at least the power of a semi-saint can attack the opponent. Now he is only possessed by a trace of the soul, displaying the strength of preaching the master.

"You're crazy!" the old voice yelled, "Stop it! You can't bear the power of the Spring and Autumn Art, your Confucianism will collapse, and you are not far from death!"

Ji Zhong ignored it at all, the aura on his body continued to grow, and he reached the peak of Master in the preaching realm in an instant, and was heading towards Daru.

At this time, the power of Houkai began to gather in the sky above the collapse world, and a huge oppressive force radiated out.

"Fang Xiujie" was shocked: "Stop! If you can breakthrough a whole big Realm, you can at least achieve a positive state of mind in the future. Even Feng Sheng has some hope."

"You stop, take this old man as your teacher, and come into our Fang family, and our Fang family will do everything possible to help you become a saint for a hundred years!"

"As long as you are willing to worship this old man as your teacher, this old man will leave immediately! Stop!"

Ji Zhong opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at the crazy-looking "Fang Xiujie", and continued to close his eyes, his breath still rising continuously, when suddenly there was a muffled sound, Ji Zhong's Cultivation Base had already broken through the Master Realm.

At this time, a thunder exploded in the collapsed cloud in the sky.

"Fang Xiujie" yelled; "Stop it, if you reach Daru, you will lead to the collapse of the collapse world, do you want Chen Luo in the valley behind you to be buried with us?"

Hearing the words "Fang Xiujie", Ji Zhong's breath stagnated suddenly. He looked up at the Honkai Cloud in the sky, let out a long breath, and the phantom of Chunqiu behind him slowly dissipated.

At this time, Ji Zhong's eyes were like lightning, he looked at "Fang Xiujie", and raised the broken sword in his hand. From the broken blade, a great righteousness emerged, and it turned into a three-foot iron sword again.

At this time, Ji Zhong, a half step great scholar!

"Fang Xiujie" showed a ferocious expression: "Boy, "Spring and Autumn" has passed away, and it's just a half-step Confucian, you can't stop me!"

"Fang Xiujie" vented out his blue-black righteousness all over his body, pressing down on Ji Zhong like mountains and seas, where the huge wave of righteousness passed, even the ground was blown up by three inches. The huge wave of righteousness rushed towards Ji Zhong, as if it wanted to beat Ji Zhong to death.

Confucianism in the Master's realm · If you don't teach, you will be punished.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath, all the righteousness in his body was concentrated in the long sword in his hand, and he slashed hard at the oncoming wave of righteousness.

It seemed to be the first ray of light that opened up the world in the chaos!

That Qingqi Sword Ray was unparalleled in sharpness, and hit the huge wave of righteousness head-on, but the castration did not stop at all, and it went forward indomitably.

In the next blink of an eye, a streak of blood flowed down from the middle of Fang Xiujie's forehead.

"The Sword of Peace?" The old voice gradually weakened, "This is the Sword of Peace!"

"You idiot, the gift of being a saint, you actually died here just to stop me!"

"You fool! Fool!"

The old voice seemed to release own's boundless anger, but the voice gradually disappeared. The moment the voice disappeared, Fang Xiujie's body split open and was split in two. The blue-black righteousness covering his body suddenly It turned into a ball of flames, burning blazingly, completely reducing Fang Xiujie's body to ashes.

It's as if there is no such person in this world.

At the same time, Ji Zhong's body swayed and fell to the ground. He felt the strength and vitality in his whole body were fading rapidly. He seemed to hear the sound of something breaking in his heart.

Ji Zhong leaned against the rock, and no longer had the strength to hold the broken sword in his hand. He found that Own's heart was beating slower and slower, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

"My lord, Xiao Ji can only protect you so far..."

Ji Zhong no longer had the strength to clenched the broken sword in his hand, his clothes were already ragged, just like when he saw Chen Luo for the first time.

In a trance, Ji Zhong seemed to see a figure from the back with a broken leg, and that figure gave him a thumbs up.

"Silly master..."

Ji Zhong muttered with his last strength, and slowly closed his eyes...

...

"Ji Dage! Ji Dage! Wake up!" Ji Zhong was shaken awake, opened his eyes, and a big bony head approached him, "That idiot is here again."

When Ji Zhong heard this, he quickly lifted off the broken animal skin, grabbed the iron sword under his head, and walked out of the broken thatched hut.

He, Ji Zhong, is ten years old this year, the first child king of Jiazi Street, Southern District of the deceased.

It relied on nothing else, but the iron sword in his hand.

Seeing Ji Zhong, several emaciated children rushed over in a swarm. Ji Zhong counted the number with his hand, and it was not bad, not one missing.

"Very good, it seems that there is no drug or poison in the food that fool gave." Ji Zhong nodded, "Come on, follow me to get the food."

The children shouted excitedly and followed Ji Zhong to the streets of Jiazi Street.

...

This is the collection of the dead, located in Mangzhou, but outside the defense line of the Great Wall in Mangzhou.

In the early years, some outposts here were set up to predict the barbarian invasion. Because the death rate was too high, the people stationed here were all death row prisoners.

The imperial court promised them that if they could stay here for seven years without dying, their crimes would be pardoned, and countless death row prisoners came here voluntarily for a hope of surviving.

More people came, and the outposts became a market town. Because everyone is a desperate person, it is also called the collection of dead people.

As time passed, the second and third generations gradually appeared in this collection of the dead, but this place happened to be a place where there was no law of the king. Many children had no parents just after they were born.

Ji Zhong is one of them.

Ji Zhong didn't remember who his parents were, but one of them met Ji Zhong who was under six years old before he died, and threw his own iron sword to him.

"Daddy has a son who died. If you kowtow to Daddy, you will be Daddy's son and continue the incense for Daddy. This sword is a relic that Daddy gave you."

Ji Zhong kowtowed obediently, not for the sword, but for the "bunny boy" he had been called for many years. On that day, he finally had a name.

Ji Zhong!

It took him three days to dig a hole and bury that cheap old man in it. Holding the iron sword that was almost as tall as him, he returned to Jiazi Street in the southern district.

Ever since he secretly used this sword to stab into the brain of a gangster who wanted to grab it in the middle of the night, no one has tried to plot his iron sword again, and he has somehow become the most admired kid king on the street... …

...

Ji Zhong took the children to the street, and he saw an unshaven old man sitting under a big tree. He looked very bold, but the trouser leg on his right leg was empty, and it would float up when the wind blew.

Of course, this is not important, what is important is that there are delicious noodles in front of him.

Seeing Ji Zhong and the others, the uncle laughed, stretched out his hand and said, "Xiao Ji, come quickly, the pancakes just out of the oven are still hot."

The other children all looked at Ji Zhong, and Ji Zhong nodded his head like a grown-up, and then those children rushed forward, blowing on the bread and stuffing it into their mouths.

"Slow down, there are all, there are all." The uncle greeted them enthusiastically, and then looked at Ji Zhong who was walking at the end, "Xiao Ji, you promised yesterday that if you eat my meal, everyone will read two an hour book."

Ji Zhong sat down beside the big tree: "Give us something to eat, but also begged to read to us, I'm afraid you are not a fool."

The uncle laughed loudly: "Yeah, I'm not a fool, who came to the dead man's gathering!"

...

Spring goes and autumn comes, and two years pass in a flash.

A college was built in the dead.

That foolish master was like a bird picking ears of wheat, holding his only remaining leg, and constantly using white flour pancakes to lure some children into the academy and teach them to read.

It's not that no one came to cause trouble, but until that time, Ji Zhong didn't know that the stupid master's strength was terrifying.

It was said that he was a student of "Taiping Academy" and that his leg was broken by the barbarians when he was saving his classmate's relics.

Are you stupid or not? Everyone is dead, why are you still grabbing things?

He was later wounded on the battlefield and narrowly escaped death. Someone recommended him to be an official in Yangzhou, which was endowed, but he refused. He said that he would come to the dead people's collection to open the academy.

Are you stupid or not?

Everyone in the dead man called him a fool behind his back. These children are better, call him a fool.

"Stupid Master, why did you come to the Dead People's Collection?" Ji Zhong walked up to the Stupid Master, took over the job of kneading the dough, and asked.

The fool was so happy that he took out a bag of dry cigarettes from his bosom, lit it, took a puff, looked at the sunset in the sky, and said: "I met a person who walked out of your dead man's gathering."

"He said that his child is still in the dead. He wants his child to study. I promised him."

"But that kid, he will die in the next charge. I don't know who his child is, so I can only come here and teach all the children."

"No way, I promised someone else!"

Ji Zhong pouted: Idiot!

The silly master patted the back of Ji Zhong's head lightly: "Respect the teacher!"

...

In a blink of an eye, another two years passed, and Ji Zhong was fourteen years old.

This year, he became a Confucian scholar after getting started with "Spring and Autumn" and released his righteousness.

The silly master smiled happier than him, and said: "I have a good friend named Zhang Qifeng. I will write you a letter and you can go to him. He is a student of Zheliu Academy in Zhongjing, and he will enroll you in the academy." middle."

Ji Zhong curled his lips: "I want to go to Taiping Academy."

The fool shook his head: "Taiping Academy is not suitable for you! Listen to me."

Ji Zhong wanted to say something more, but finally nodded.

At this moment, there was a loud shout outside—the barbarians are coming!

Ji Zhong's heart skipped a beat. After many years of peace, almost everyone deliberately forgot that the reason why the dead people's collection is called the dead people's collection is because it is full of desperadoes.

In addition, everyone in the Great Wall regards them as dead people!

"Quick, quick, quick!" The fool stood up abruptly and shouted to the outside, "Everyone, hide in the secret passage!"

It was only then that Ji Zhong came to his senses, rushed into the yard, grabbed those children running around one by one, opened the secret passage, and stuffed them in one by one.

This is what the fool has been doing for the past few years. He said, "It is better to dig a well when it is thirsty than to plan before it rains."

Sometimes, a fool is not stupid!

Secret passage, only the children know. Because if it is spread out, the secret way will not be a secret way with the atmosphere of gathering dead people.

After sending all the children in the academy into the secret passage, Ji Zhong found the fool standing at the gate of the academy.

"Silly master, everyone is hiding, so you can come in too." Ji Zhong ran to the foolish master and grabbed his sleeve. Like a big tree, firmly stuck in place.

"Ji Zhong, you go and hide too, master, don't go in."

"No!" For some reason, Ji Zhong suddenly felt a surge of fear. He grabbed his master's sleeve and dragged it in the direction of the secret passage, tears gushing out, "You have broken a leg!" , What kind of hero are you! You are dead, what shall we do! Don’t go, don’t go!”

The silly master patted Ji Zhong's head: "There is no way, master, I promised the world and the common people."

"You have to keep your word!"

"Bullshit trust. When a person dies, he loses everything. You follow me, you follow me..." Ji Zhong clung to the fool.

The foolish master squatted down and said, "Ji Zhong, hide quickly. The master is going, do you want the master to break his promise? Losing his trust to me is worse than death!"

"But...but..." Ji Zhong lowered his head, tears streaming down his face, "What kind of promise is more important than life!"

The fool did not speak, but Ji Zhong finally let go of his hand.

"Here, here you are..." Ji Zhong untied his iron sword from his waist, "Promise me that you will return the sword to me!"

The foolish master drew out his sword and praised: "Good sword!"

"Such a good sword, of course I will return it to you!"

The foolish master laughed, holding the sword in his hand, a green breath appeared from under the empty trousers, the foolish master let go of his crutches, and rushed out of the academy in high spirits.

Ji Zhong didn't hide in the secret passage, he climbed up the wall of the academy and watched the limping figure disappear from Own's sight.

He could only hear the voice of the foolish master resounding in the sky——

"The students of Taiping Academy are here, and barbarians have always suffered death!"

...

After an unknown amount of time, someone opened the secret passage and rescued all the children hiding inside.

The barbarians were repelled, and a great Confucian from the imperial court wrote a letter to cancel the collection of the dead, and to take all the survivors back to the Great Wall.

Ji Zhong hugged the door of the academy and refused to leave.

He believes that the fool will come back.

He said that he should return the sword to himself.

He won't break his promise.

...

A few days later, a group of Confucian scholars covered in blood appeared in front of Ji Zhong.

At the same time, Ji Zhong was handed a broken iron sword.

"The owner of the sword killed a barbarian with the technique of opening peace."

"This sword was found on the body of the barbarian. There is a divine sense on it."

"Let us bring you this sword."

"Son, can you tell me the names of the dead compatriots?"

Ji Zhong stood up slowly, took the broken sword from the opponent's hand, and said softly——

"Fool."

...

Ji Zhong leaned against the stone wall, he couldn't breathe.

His heart has stopped beating.

The cloud of collapse in the sky that day seemed to find no object to vent, and it slowly dissipated.

Suddenly, footsteps came.

One person, two people, three people...

The footsteps were hurried.

Ji Zhong's fingers moved suddenly, and then a stream of red dust in his body shot towards the heart.

The heart seemed to be shocked by electricity, and suddenly there was a sign of trembling.

Immediately afterwards, another stream of mortal air shot into the heart.

"Boom... boom boom... boom boom boom..."

The sound of the heart gradually sounded, like a drum beating.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him and pointed in the direction of the person who came, and he was relieved when he saw that the person who came was Tian Xiangwan, Wang Bugui, and Ye Dafu.

Ye Dafu was the first to rush forward, and supported Ji Zhong who was about to fall, and seeing Ji Zhong's bloody state, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who did it!"

Ji Zhong shook his head slightly: "I killed it."

Tian Xiangwan also took a step forward and asked, "Where's Wan Anbo?"

Ji Zhong turned his head and looked at the cave in the belly of the mountain.

...

Chen Luo seemed to be trapped in a fog. He couldn't see the way ahead, and he couldn't recognize the direction. There was no sound, no one responded, and he could only move forward by feeling.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the fog suddenly dissipated, and he saw a green-robed Confucian scholar with his back turned to him, as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Luo stepped forward cautiously, and saluted: "My lord, Chen Luo, may I ask your Excellency..."

The green-robed figure came back to his senses, a relieved smile appeared on his young but vicissitudes of life face, and he also saluted Chen Luo back, saying: "My lord, Wang Zi'an, I have met my fellow clan!"

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