I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Mozhou, Fang Shengcheng.

This is where the Fang family's ancestral hall is located, and it is also the headquarters of the Fang family.

In the clan's meeting hall, the heads of each house gathered together, and everyone's face was filled with indignation filled with righteous indignation.

"How dare you! How dare this Chen Luo!" A white-haired old woman tapped the wooden stick in her hand, "Heavenly Dao is the Heavenly Dao of the world. He was lucky enough to make a Martial Dao and dare to ban it!" My Fang family! He is so domineering and courageous!"

"Fourth aunt is right." Another middle-aged man also patted the table and said angrily, "Our Fang family is the backbone of the human race. If the human race can take the road, our Fang family will naturally occupy a share. Chen Luo's move , Violation of etiquette!"

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man with a cold face said coldly: "Then Chen Luo said that his Wu Daoist people are like dragons, but he excluded our Fang family. I might as well ask Wenchang Pavilion and the imperial court. Is it a human race?"

"Is this move to force our Fang family out of the human race?"

"It's extremely, it's extremely."

"I'm going to ask later, if I want to force our Fang family to rebel?"

"See if Wenchang Pavilion dares to say yes, and see if other semi-sages dare to help Chen Luo!"

For a while, the discussion hall was full of enthusiasm.

"I want that Chen Luo to apologize to my Fang family!"

"Not enough, then Chen Luo needs to come to our holy city to face the wall for three years, and write at least four mortal classics that belong to our family alone!"

"In my opinion, it's better to pick a daughter for him and let him join our Fang family! This Martial Dao should also be the way of our Fang family!"

"It makes sense!"

"It is Chen Luo's good fortune to marry our Fang family!"

"Martial Dao should be controlled by our family."

The head of the clan, Fang Mingzhe, sat in the main seat without saying a word, as if he was still immersed in the pain of losing his son, and left everything to the elders of the Fang family who seldom showed up.

Several Elders glanced at each other, and one of them coughed and said, "Be quiet."

As soon as these words came out, a sense of oppressive pressure dissipated, and the meeting hall fell silent instantly, looking at the Elder Fang Huaji who made the sound.

In the Fang Family Elder Club, Fang Huaji is ranked fourth, and is an important figure in the Fang Family.

Fang Huaji stood up, glanced around at the owners of the house, and sighed inwardly.

This group of people has stayed in Fang Shengcheng for a long time, and they are used to bossing around, so they can't even smell the slightest crisis.

It seems that I need to hold an Elder meeting with a few old brothers, and a new group of people will take over.

But now is not the time to say that.

He said softly: "Everyone, have you forgotten that this Chen Luo is the disciple of that gangster in the bamboo forest!"

Everyone was shocked. Most of the people present had not experienced the dispute a hundred years ago, but for many years, they could not help but feel a little trembling when they heard the elders talking about the gangster's methods in their ears.

You know, a hundred years ago, the Fang family was known as "Seven Sages of One Family"!

The two missing, one of them is related to the bamboo forest gangster!

Fang Huaji saw the changes in everyone's faces, and after a long while, he continued: "Although there is a semi-sacred mediation, my Fang family sees the gift of the human race and does not care about it with the bamboo bandits, but for a hundred years, the bamboo bandits are of the same line. It is also an indisputable fact that our family is like fire and water."

"Apologize, win over, make peace, don't think about these methods. Don't say that the bamboo bandits will not agree, and neither will the three Saint ancestors of our Fang family."

"The old man just visited the third ancestor."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone immediately bowed slightly with respectful expressions on their faces.

"The meaning of the third ancestor is that although this is the grievance between our Fang family and Zhulin, it also involves the world's great gifts."

"If everyone is like a dragon, do you still want to be respectful?"

"If everyone is like a dragon, will the rules of etiquette be kept?"

"If everyone is like a dragon, will the human desire be destroyed?"

"This Martial Dao is an evil way!"

"Let's go in this direction, let's discuss it."

...

Zhongjing, Earl's Mansion.

Chen Luo glanced at Ji Zhong who was sitting on the railing carefully wiping the broken sword, and scratched his head.

This wood, such a big matter, has not planned to come over and talk to me since waking up to now.

But if I took the initiative to mention it to him and asked him to switch to Martial Dao, would it be self-defeating and make Xiaoji feel uncomfortable?

After all, he was still a seventeen-year-old child.

Mentally fragile.

But it can't be wasted like this.

Chen Luo pretended to walk past Ji Zhong unintentionally and coughed.

Ji Zhong raised his head, called son, and continued to wipe his sword.

Chen Luo came back again, seemingly casually said: "Xiao Ji, you are ranked third in the world list, it's great."

Ji Zhong nodded slightly: "Thank you, my lord."

Chen Luo moved closer to Ji Zhong: "Xiao Ji, in fact, the Martial Dao founded by the young master is very powerful."

Ji Zhong nodded: "Well, the young master is awesome!"

"That..." Ji Zhong hesitated for a moment, then hesitated and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Ji Zhong raised his head and looked at Chen Luo. For some reason, Chen Luo felt a little nervous.

Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo for a moment, then shook his head; "No need, thank you, my lord!"

After finishing speaking, he continued to lower his head and carefully wiped the broken sword in his hand.

Chen Luo: (#`?′)

This is, the confession failed?

I'm strong, I can't cry!

Chen Luo turned and walked back, thought for a while, then turned around and walked towards Ji Zhong.

"Xiao Ji, let me tell you, this Martial Dao..."

"Young master, my Confucian heart is broken!" Ji Zhong suddenly raised his head and said calmly.

Chen Luo was taken aback.

This...why did you suddenly turn your cards up?

This makes me unable to fix it.

Chen Luo adjusted his language: "Confucianism is heartbroken? Does that mean you can no longer follow the Confucian way?"

Ji Zhong nodded.

"Isn't that right... let's go to Martial Dao." Chen Luo patted his chest, "As long as you know how, I will teach you."

Ji Zhong shook his head again: "No need, thank you young master."

Chen Luo jumped up anxiously: "Xiao Ji, I don't understand, what are you thinking? You can't go on the path of Confucianism, if you don't take Martial Dao, don't you want to practice?"

"Practice. I take Martial Dao, but I don't want the young master to teach me."

Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo as a matter of course, and said, "If it's all up to you to teach me, then I'm not your disciple?"

Chen Luo was taken aback, it turned out that Xiao Ji's psychological defense line was here.

"Let's not talk about that, you are still my little brother, how about it?"

Ji Zhong shook his head: "That won't work!"

"Then what do you want?" Chen Luo almost knelt down to Ji Zhong.

Ji Zhong said very seriously: "I want to create my own martial arts! In this way, I don't have to worship the young master as a teacher."

"I already have a little eyebrow."

Chen Luo frowned slightly: "It's not that simple to create your own martial arts. You are only seventeen years old. You can learn a little more first, and then..."

At this time, Wang Bugui walked over, patting his belly after eating his fill.

"Old Chen, Xiao Ji, what are you talking about? Add me..."

Suddenly Ji Zhong's eyes lit up, his wrist flicked, and a stream of red dust flew out along the broken sword, shooting at Wang Bugui.

Wang Bugui was shocked: "Xiao Ji, what are you doing?"

After finishing speaking, Wang Bugui uttered a war poem, and a phantom of a jade pot appeared around him. It's just that the mortal energy directly inserted into the phantom of the righteous jade pot, the phantom of the jade pot trembled slightly, and the attack of the mortal energy dissipated.

Ji Zhong frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Wang Bugui removed the jade pot and stepped forward: "Xiao Ji, how did I offend you? You... woo woo woo..."

Chen Luo stretched out his hand to cover Wang Bugui's mouth, and looked at Ji Zhong in surprise.

The move just now was a bit like Dugu Nine Swords' Qi Breaking Style, but it was different, at least Chen Luo didn't know how to do it just now.

"Xiao Ji, what kind of trick was that just now?"

Ji Zhong frowned, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I figured it out by myself, it's not perfect yet."

"New Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Confucian Style!"

Chen Luo: (||?Д?)

Break... Break Confucianism?

Do you still have a broken way? Break Buddha style?

Ji Zhong nodded: "I know righteousness best, so I first came up with the Confucianism style. Taoism and Buddhism still need to be studied."

Then... there should be a demon-breaking style? Brutal style?

Ji Zhong shook his head: "How is it possible? Yaoman's attack is not based on Qi, so it cannot be generalized."

Chen Luo was inexplicably relieved.

Fortunately, it was not suppressed by Xiao Ji's halo of genius.

"However, their attack methods are just those types. They probably need to develop force-breaking, speed-breaking, defense-breaking, spell-breaking, illusion-breaking, and spell-breaking..."

"Add it up, exactly nine styles."

Ji Zhong raised his head, looked at Chen Luo, and said seriously: "My lord, I will teach you when I am perfected!"

Chen Luo: I thank you!

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