I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Zhongjing, Wan'an Earl's Mansion.

One after another the sound of snoring came from a bedroom, and all the servants who walked past this bedroom unconsciously lowered their footsteps, for fear of disturbing the rest of the sound sleepers inside.

Wang Bugui, Ye Dafu, Ji Zhong, and Chen Luo were lying on the floor of the bedroom. You put your head on my stomach, and I stuffed my feet into his mouth, lying in a mess. The whole room smelled of sweat.

It's fine for Ji Zhong to sleep here, but Wang Bugui and Ye Dafu are reluctant to leave, so Chen Luo can only follow them.

This sleep lasted for two days and two nights.

They are tired...

During the two days when they were sleeping soundly, because of Wang Bo's return, the whole Daxuan set off a turbulent sea.

But at this moment, the Wan'an Earl's Mansion, which is located in the center of the waves, is extremely calm. If people above Daru released their senses, they would be able to sense that the entire Wan'an Earl's Mansion was shrouded in a brave and righteous aura, and anyone who tried to test it would bear the sharp counterattack of the owner of the righteous aura.

A counterattack from a Confucian with a positive mood.

...

In the courtyard outside the bedroom, Song Tuizhi sat in the small pavilion and poured himself a drink. Thinking of the enemies he faced, Song Tuizhi couldn't help feeling terrified. Did you say that only Confucian students can enter? It doesn't matter that the barbarians are powerful, but all the Gu sects have reached the level of life Gu!

No, you have to prepare a few cross-level treasures for the little junior.

It has to be the kind of treasure that can be used without paying a big price.

After all, the rules of the bamboo grove are to nourish juniors!

Well, it's not enough to own a few big Confucian treasures, and the younger brother can't drive them at all.

Otherwise, take Wei Yan's great Confucianism treasure, knock down the grade, and then give it to the junior brother?

Anyway, he is quite old, hangs out with Yan Baichuan in Wenchang Pavilion every day, why do he want great Confucianism treasures!

Well, this plan is very good!

At this moment, Song Tuizhi raised his eyebrows, opening a channel for the awe-inspiring righteousness that enveloped the Earl's Mansion, and a Daoist figure appeared from the void, with a trace of exhaustion in his voice.

"These little fellows slept soundly, the truth..." Yan Baichuan was halfway through speaking when he saw Song Tuiyi sitting in a small pavilion posing for himself, which made Li Qinglian feel a little bit more. The clean and tidy Confucian gown is on the body, the long hair is draped over the shoulders, and there is a hint of rosin.

"Tuizhi, why are you dressed like this? You usually..." Yan Baichuan said nothing, but Song Tuizhi glared at him. Yan Baichuan turned his mind and looked at a big tree in the courtyard. Sure enough, he saw Li Qingzhao sitting on the trunk of the big tree, holding a wine jar in his hand.

"So the King of the West is here too!" Yan Baichuan understood in his heart, sat opposite Song Tuizhi, took the jug, and poured himself a glass.

"Wenchang Pavilion is full of noise right now, so I come here to hide myself."

Song Tuizhi nodded and asked, "How did things go?"

When Yan Baichuan heard this, a trace of seriousness appeared on his face: "Building the Qiyun Heroes' Hall, please Wang Bo to be the master, enshrine the Confucian spirits who have died in the Crystal Demon Realm over the years, and come under the jurisdiction of our Wenchang Pavilion."

"Revisit all the dossiers of the Gu Guards from that year, and make up for the omissions. This matter is in charge of the Bias Department of Faxiang."

"Spread the matter of the Gu Sect and the truth about Iron Rock City to the whole world in the form of a mansion report, and hand it over to the main hall of the prime minister to handle it."

Song Tuizhi poured himself a glass of wine: "Are you finally going to announce the existence of Gu Sect?"

Yan Baichuan smiled wryly and said: "At first, I thought it was just a group of surviving people, living in the overseas archipelago and acting as a dominator. I never thought that they would covet luck, and their ambition is evident."

"It is even more tolerable to cooperate with the barbarians."

"The court has made a conclusion: the genus of the Gu Sect does not belong to the human race."

Song Tui drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "I will write to the teacher about this matter."

Yan Baichuan suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Qingzhao: "Layman, how is your Zhenxuan Division's investigation of Fang's family?"

Li Qingzhao turned over and jumped down from the tree, carried the wine jar into the small pavilion, and put the wine jar on the table: "Then Fang Zhiru saw that the situation was not good, and directly burned Fang Xiujie's body without leaving a trace."

"Fang Zhiru is a semi-sage after all, Zhen Xuansi can't make a move based on one-sided words!"

Yan Baichuan looked at Song Tuizhi with a solemn tone: "Tuizhi, you must explain this matter clearly to Master Zhu. It's not like the Fang family's calculations are involved here. He should not move lightly, otherwise..."

Yan Baichuan didn't continue, but Song Tuizhi understood Yan Baichuan's meaning, he nodded: "This matter is the younger brother's business, so naturally he will handle it."

"But if someone bullies the small with the big, his seven senior brothers and sisters are not just a display."

"If they dare to plot against the semi-saint, don't I, Zhulin, dare?"

As soon as Song Tuizhi's words came out, Yan Baichuan suddenly remembered the woman who caused Ban Sheng Zhang to lose 13 games in a row in just half a day, finally smashed the chessboard, tore up the chess scriptures, and vowed never to play chess again in her life.

"Cut..." Li Qingzhao gave Song Tuizhi a blank look, "It takes a lot of energy to calculate the semi-sage. If you let Xiao Liu set up another killing plan, I'm afraid Xiao Liu will die before reaching the last step. Do you think Why has Xiao Liu lived in the bamboo forest for so many years? It’s okay to scare people, but don’t let Xiao Liu hear this. Otherwise, you don’t need your second senior sister to take action, and the Bamboo Sage will kill you first!”

"Don't worry too much, King Zhen is watching Fang's family. But..." Li Qingzhao sighed, "That kid named Ji Zhong, Confucianism is heartbroken!"

"Xiang Wan reported to me that Chen Luo didn't know about it yet, and Ji Zhong didn't plan to tell him!"

"You still think about how to deal with this matter?"

"I have also understood Chen Luo's temper in the past few days. He doesn't care too much about being wronged by himself, but he just doesn't want to see the people around him suffer. Just because someone bought a newspaper and knocked down his newspaper boy, he directly got off Heavenly Dao Ban, that person is not allowed to read his article in the future."

"In my opinion, the worry is not that the Fang family will attack Chen Luo again, but how Chen Luo will deal with the Fang family after knowing about this!"

Yan Baichuan nodded, expressing his agreement, and added: "The court is discussing, because Chen Luo has meritorious service in welcoming back Wang Bo, and Chen Luo may be granted the title of Marquis!"

...

In the bedroom.

The light on Chen Luo's storage token flashed, and Xiao Qi jumped out of the storage token, stepping right on Ye Dafu's face.

Ye Dafu grabbed Xiao Qi's fleshy little feet and was about to stuff them into his mouth. Xiao Qi subconsciously kicked him, seeing that he usually loved his fat grandpa, he quickly ran to the side with an expression that had nothing to do with me.

Ye Dafu didn't wake up, turned over, just touching Wang Bugui's feet, frowned slightly, and turned back again.

Xiao Qi climbed onto the bed, looked at the four grandpas who were sleeping soundly on the ground, her little eyebrows knit together.

She stretched out her hand, and a phantom suddenly appeared on her hand. If Chen Luo was awake, he would be able to tell at a glance that this was the lush ancient tree that appeared behind him when he and Wang Bo integrated union.

It's just that in the phantom of this ancient tree, there is a seed the size of a wooden branch, which is shining brightly.

"It smells so good! I really want to eat it!" Xiao Qi pouted, looking at the seed. When the phantom of the ancient tree dissipated, this kind of seed suddenly shot into the storage order, but no one noticed.

No, that weird big brother who was riding on a fish seemed to have seen it, and he smiled at himself.

"No, this is something from grandpa. If I eat it, I won't be a good baby."

Xiao Qi was lying on the bed, holding his cheeks, looking at the seeds in front of him.

"Look at me again? If you look at me again, I'll eat you!"

"Grandpa, how long are you going to sleep, wake up quickly..."

...

"Quick, quick..." In Beifeng Building, dozens of carefully selected storytellers are writing hard. Ever since he got the record about Crystal Demon Realm in the mansion newspaper, Nanyuan Xi immediately selected a batch of talented writers. The lively storytellers gathered in Beifeng Tower.

Based on the records in the mansion newspaper, they want to adapt a storyteller excerpt of "Wan Anboli Breaks into the Crystal Demon Realm, Prince An triumphantly returns to the Great Xuan Dynasty". They want to spread the danger of the Crystal Demon Realm this time, the tragedy of the Crystal Demon Realm two hundred years ago, and the existence of the Gu Sect to the world through their mouths.

"Mr. Nan, what do you think of this?" A storyteller presented the manuscript he had just written, and Nan Yuanxi browsed it quickly and shook his head slightly.

"No, it's too eager to show the characters and content, without proper rendering and foreshadowing, it's less appealing."

"In addition, the rhythm is a bit tight, and it is dazzling to read, but it is not impressive enough."

"Change it again!"

The gentleman nodded and took the manuscript back. After a while, another storyteller wanted Nanyuan to send his own manuscript.

"Well, this article is clear and organized, but it lacks the feeling of layers of foreshadowing. It needs to add some details, and it needs to add some details that will make the masters in the audience prick their ears, and they are afraid of missing details!"

The gentleman nodded, took the manuscript and turned it back to continue revising.

After a while, the third storyteller came up and handed over the own manuscript. When Nanyuan Xi saw the other party, he looked forward to it, because the other party had traveled 80,000 miles in order to study, and was honored as Mr. 80,000, and his writing was very good.

After only reading a few pages, Nan Yuanxi frowned: "Mr. Bawan, why is this the content of Wan Anbo's first battle? What's next?"

That Mr. Bawan arched his head, with an apologetic expression on his face: "I'm not thinking well today, and I can only write so much in half a day. If Mr. Nan thinks it's okay, I will continue to write."

Nan Yuanxi looked at the last sentence of the manuscript, and sighed: "Sir, please don't break the manuscript at the most important point next time, otherwise I will die under the Xingmu tree!"

Mr. Bawan was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly, "I'll change it, I'll change it, I'll try my best to change it!"

...

In Wan'anbo Mansion, there are three poles in the sun.

Chen Luo yawned, feeling something pressing on his body, and finally opened his eyes.

Just opening his eyes, he saw a pair of cute big eyes staring at him: "Grandpa, you're awake!"

"Wow..." Chen Luo realized that it was Xiaoqi, and quickly swallowed the words.

Chen Luo sat up, and Xiaoqi slipped into Chen Luo's arms, and pushed his head against Chen Luo's chin, like a kitten, softly said: "Grandpa likes Xiaoqi the most, right?"

Chen Luo frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, he lifted Xiaoqi up by the back collar, "What are you doing?"

"Something hit me just now, and I ate it together." Xiao Qi clenched his fists, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Chen Luo froze for a moment: "Hit you? Eat? What the hell?"

Xiao Qi curled her lips: "It's that fragrant tree from before, he...flyed a seed into the storage order."

"It was the first to do it!"

"I accidentally ate it."

Chen Luo reacted: "A big fragrant tree? An ancient tree?"

"Won't the ancient tree wither after Yunling was born? Are there still seeds?"

Tears flashed in Xiao Qi's eyes, and he nodded: "Xiao Qi didn't eat it on purpose. It... seduced me! It... smells so good!"

Chen Luo immediately realized in his mind that Xiaoqi, like the Cangyun ancient tree, is a grass and tree that becomes a demon, so he will feel this way.

But before Chen Luo asked Chen Luo if he could transplant a new Cangyun ancient tree, the message Wang Bo conveyed to himself was that there would be no second Cangyun ancient tree in the world.

How can there be seeds?

Chen Luo looked at Xiao Qi again nervously, "Xiao Qi, are you alright?"

Xiao Qi shook her head, and stretched out her little palm tremblingly: "After eating, I got this extra thing."

I saw a force of luck condensed in Xiaoqi's hand, and after a while, it turned into a little purple Calabash!

A little bit of luck came out of the little Calabash!

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