I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"

Qin Yu looked at Own's hands, and suddenly hit a small tree not far away. The mortal air generated by reading martial arts repeatedly for many days involuntarily wandered along a specific trajectory Meridians, and finally shot out from Qin Yu's palm, and the small tree among them, the small tree broke!

"It's true!" Qin Yu's long-lost eyes flashed a long-lost light. He also learned some martial arts before, but they were all low-level moves. He didn't expect that this time he actually understood "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms" ".

This is the Secret Technique of "Northern Beggars" in the book.

He had a vague feeling that as long as he practiced this martial art to a great degree, it would definitely be better than his half-baked poetry.

For the first time, Qin Yu saw the hope of regaining the "originality of Liyan".

...

Chen Luo put down the writing brush in his hand, and was a little surprised, "I just came out on the stage, and I was comprehended?"

But then Chen Luo also understood that "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms" does not have a high threshold for cultivation. After all, among all Jin Yong, this martial arts can be learned as long as it is taught. It's just that it's easy to learn but difficult to master. What you need is the courage to go forward and the courage to fight against the enemy.

Especially for the last few moves, it needs a deep red dust as a support to perform them. Regardless of your various changes and essentials, I just use one palm after another to break the law with strength, and specifically restrain the bells and whistles.

"I don't know if the comprehension guy can practice well?" Chen Luo sighed, and was about to continue writing the content of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Uncle, can I come in?"

It's Su Qianqian.

Chen Luo responded, and Su Qianqian pushed the door in and blessed Chen Luo.

Chen Luo looked at Su Qianqian and smiled. The advice from own a few days ago seemed to have worked, and now Su Qianqian's face was flushed, and she finally had a little bit of her daughter's color again.

"What are you looking for?"

Su Qianqian said: "Two days ago, I was taught by my uncle, and Qianqian wanted to understand many things."

"Qianqian thought of what she was going to do, and today I came to bid farewell to my uncle."

Chen Luo froze for a moment and asked, "Farewell? What are your plans?"

Su Qianqian replied: "My relatives have passed away, but Qianqian still has unrepaid kindness."

"Qianqian has been with my father since she was a child, and has long been familiar with the firing of sapphire. Cui'er still has family members. I plan to find Cui'er's family and teach my Su family's sky blue sapphire firing method to thank Cui'er for saving her life. Well, it won't let my Su family's craftsmanship be lost."

"Before Qianqian used human corpses to practice 'Nine Yin White Bone Claws'. Now that I think about it, I owed a favor. Qianqian has already found out the identities of these people in the past two days. family."

"Once everything is properly arranged, Qianqian will return to the uncle's mansion, and is willing to serve the uncle as a slave, in order to repay the uncle for his teaching and help me avenge him."

Having said this, Su Qianqian's knees softened, she knelt down, and bowed down solemnly.

Chen Luo was startled, and quickly walked around from behind the desk in front of Su Qianqian, trying to help Su Qianqian up, but found that Su Qianqian could not refuse.

After two days of contact, Chen Luo understood that this Su Qianqian was soft on the outside and strong on the inside. Once he made up his mind, thousands of horses would not be able to pull him back.

Chen Luo sighed: "It's good to go out for a walk and relax. If you need anything, go and talk to Lu Tong. I promised you that I would teach you the authentic Nine Yin God Claw, but there are some changes at the moment, and I can't teach you. Tonight Some time I will rewrite a book of martial arts, and you take it with you on the way to school, and you should not use the Nine Yin White Bone Claw until the critical moment."

Chen Luo thought for a while, and then said: "Stop talking about being a slave, I won't agree."

Su Qianqian just looked at Chen Luo without saying a word.

Chen Luo sighed: "We'll talk about everything when you come back!"

Seeing Chen Luo's resolute expression, Su Qianqian nodded, bowed again, got up and walked out of the study.

Watching Su Qianqian leave, Chen Luo shook his head slightly. To be honest, he actually is not possessed by Saint all of a sudden. After all, there are quite a few servants in the uncle's house now. It's just that he has known Su Qianqian's experience, and he really admires this little girl in his heart, and he can't feel any blasphemy.

...

Clan mansion.

Ye Qu sat in the patio, raised his head, and stared blankly at the sky.

He still doesn't understand how a few days ago he was still a prince under one person and above ten thousand people, how he turned into a useless person imprisoned in the clan's mansion in the blink of an eye.

"No, the queen mother will definitely ask the emperor to forgive me."

Ye Qu muttered in his mouth.

At this time, the sound of footsteps sounded in his ears.

Ye Qu turned his head slightly, and saw that familiar figure, that was the good teacher he met by chance when he was imprisoned in the clan's mansion last time.

"That's right, Gu invited him to the East Palace before, but he declined. He must have figured out Gu's calamity!"

"He's waiting for me here."

A look of hope flashed in Ye Qu's eyes, and he rushed towards the man, knelt down in front of the man with a plop, hugged the other's thigh, and shouted: "Master Fang, please save me, Master Fang, please save me... "

The person he called Master Fang smiled faintly, and lovingly touched the top of Ye Qu's head: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"Master Fang, teach me, what should I do to become the prince again? I don't want to stay in this place any longer."

"No way. The general situation is gone." Master Fang's tone was still gentle, "But being a teacher can help you avenge you!"

Ye Qu sat paralyzed on the ground: "Revenge? Yes, revenge...Master Fang, what should I do to get revenge, I want that Chen Luo to die, I want his whole family to die."

Master Fang said softly, "It's not difficult."

He bent down and leaned close to Ye Qu's ear: "It's fine if you die!"

Ye Qu's eyes trembled, looking at the face he trusted, he suddenly thought of something: "Ye Wen! You have taken refuge in Ye Wen!"

Master Fang blinked in surprise: "Why are you so smart today? If you have always had such insights, how did you end up in this place?"

Ye Qu supported the ground with one hand, and stepped back: "Master Fang, I can still fight, as long as you..."

"Shhh!" Master Fang stretched out his hand and blew on his mouth, and Ye Qu seemed to be strangled by the neck, unable to speak another word.

"It's too much waste on you. Since there are better choices, don't blame us."

Master Fang waved his sleeves, and a gentle force wrapped around Ye Qu, lifted Ye Qu up, and flew slowly towards the well.

Ye Qu opened his eyes wide, looking at the dark hole, roaring, but couldn't make a sound.

The hole became bigger and bigger in Ye Qu's sight, until finally——

Plop!

...

Changqiu Palace.

The queen had dark circles under her eyes, sitting by the bed, silently in a daze.

The waitress knelt on the ground, holding the food in her hands, and swallowed even more: "Your Majesty, just eat a little, if this continues, your body..."

At this time, there was the sound of small footsteps, and a young eunuch ran over and knelt down in front of the queen.

"Ma'am..."

The queen glanced at the other party, and finally said: "Did Qu'er ask you to pass the message? You tell him, the queen mother will definitely save him."

The little eunuch lay on the ground, not daring to answer, but kept trembling.

Seeing the little eunuch's appearance, the queen felt a sense of anger. She stood up and kicked the other eunuch's shoulder, but her own foot went limp and she fell to the ground. Several maids hurried forward to support her.

"Say! What did Qu'er ask you to say?"

"Prince...Prince, he is dead..."

The little eunuch finished speaking tremblingly, his head firmly stuck to the ground.

The queen froze for a moment, quickly pushed away the maids around her, rushed forward, and grabbed the young eunuch's collar: "Say it again, you missed a word, Aijia will kill you!"

The little eunuch tremblingly said: "The crown prince... threw himself into the well... died... died... His Majesty blocked... the news... the servants are... going down the waterway... to report to the empress...!"

"My son is dead?"

"Prince, he... threw himself into a well..."

The queen stared at the little eunuch, and suddenly raised her hand to pick up the candlestick that was placed aside, and smashed it heavily on the little eunuch's head, causing the little eunuch to fall to the ground.

The queen was still holding the candlestick and smashing it fiercely, shouting: "My son is dead, why are you still alive! Why are you alive! Why don't you take good care of my son! You damn! Damn! Damn!"

The queen threw away the candlestick, and the little eunuch's head was already smashed, blood was flowing everywhere, and the dead couldn't die any more.

The queen looked at the others in the palace, and all the maids couldn't help taking a step back.

The queen stood up, covered in blood, her face gradually calmed down.

She walked slowly to the waitress who was carrying the meal, took a bowl of soup in her trembling hand, and drank it gracefully with a spoon.

"The handling of the corpse is not allowed to spread outside the news."

"Qu'er is still staying in the clan mansion, and I don't know anything about it."

"Tell Ye Wen, didn't he want to recognize Ben Gong as his mother? Ben Gong agreed."

"Tell him, mother, that you will help him become a prince."

...

Chen Luo shook his hand and wrote the last sentence of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

There have been a lot of things going on recently, and I didn't write the complete "Shooting the Condors" until today, and I can finally know what the spirit of this book is.

According to the direction that Shuling never followed the directions, Chen Luo couldn't guess what it would be.

He recognized Wujue.

Zhou Botong is fine too.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong are also fine.

Really not, the Quanzhen Seven Sons are fine too.

Apart from the characters, I really can't think of anything attractive.

It can't be Wu Mu's suicide note!

It can't be the eagle of the grassland!

It can't be the dish made by Huang Rong!

It could also be the hidden figure——Huang Chang!

Just as Chen Luo was thinking, the Yawen on the entire manuscript rose out of thin air, forming a vortex, and then, a shadow passed through the vortex and appeared in front of Chen Luo.

"Huh?" Chen Luo reached out and took the thing.

a rock?

One end of the stone seemed to have been cut by a knife, and an elegant script appeared on it.

"magnificent"!

Immediately afterwards, a figure similar to Bai Xiaosheng emerged from the stone, and saluted Chen Luo——

"Huashan mountain spirit, I have seen the master!"

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