I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Huashan Mountain Spirit?" Chen Luo's eyes lit up, "Huashan Lunjian?"

The mountain spirit smiled slightly: "What the master said is that the Huashan Mountain of the original spirit is exactly the Huashan Mountain of the sword."

"The role of this spirit is for the master to experience it for himself."

After the mountain spirit finished speaking, it flew up by itself, and pointed at Chen Luo's forehead. Chen Luo's eyes blurred, and he found himself in a wilderness, and in the distance, he could faintly see a towering mountain peak.

"Master!" The mountain spirit appeared beside Chen Luo, "Here is the illusion space of Huashan Lunjian."

Chen Luo looked around, and felt that this space was a bit like a flower forest in a dream.

"How did other people come in?" Chen Luo asked.

"Anyone whose mortal energy reaches the standard will be perceived by the soul, and will naturally feed back the news of the Huashan illusion to the other party. The other party only needs to enter the Meditation state to enter the Huashan illusion."

Looking at the towering Huashan Mountain in the distance, Chen Luo wondered, "Why didn't it appear in Huashan Mountain?"

Shan Ling smiled: "Not everyone can participate in the Huashan Discussion of Swords."

After finishing speaking, Shan Ling snapped his fingers, and a Daoist figure appeared opposite Chen Luo, his face blurred.

"This is the essence of the world of mortals." Shan Ling laughed, "This spirit usually absorbs the power of Heavenly Dao by itself, and will eventually transform into this essence of the world of mortals within illusion."

"The strength of the essence of the world of mortals is strong or weak. Because it is the transformation of the power of Heavenly Dao, Martial Dao is the main one, but there are also attack methods of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism. Killing the essence of the world of mortals can increase the energy of the world of mortals."

"If there is ten points of the mortal energy of the spirit of the world of mortals, five points will go to the beheader, two points will go to the master, and the remaining three points will go to Ben Ling to explain later."

"The master can set the cut-off time as he likes. After the time is up, the top 100 people who have obtained the total amount of mortal energy will be eligible to appear on Mount Hua."

The book spirit clapped his hands, and the picture in front of Chen Luo changed, and he was already standing in Huashan Mountain.

"The owner can adjust the world rules of Huashan Illusion by himself, and finally decide the ranking of the hundred."

"Everyone who enters the one hundred ranks will condense the phantom of Martial Dao in Huashan Mountain. In the mortal aura formed by the essence of the world of mortals just mentioned, two of the remaining three points will be given by these one hundred people. Martial Dao phantoms are shared according to their ranking."

Chen Luo heard the key hidden in Shu Ling's words, and asked, "Martial Dao phantom? Why isn't it me?"

Shanling said: "Huashan illusion was born to stimulate Practitioners to take the lead. How can people get opportunities for nothing?"

"The phantom of Martial Dao condenses the mortal energy. I need to enter the top 100 next time and merge with the phantom to receive the opportunity of this mortal energy."

"But before the fusion, everyone has the opportunity to challenge the Martial Dao phantom. As long as you win, you can fuse the defeated Martial Dao phantom."

Chen Luo thought for a while, and probably understood what Shu Ling meant.

For example, when Ji Zhong and Su Qianqian entered Huashan for the first time in Huashan Sword Discussion, in the end Ji Zhong ranked second and Su Qianqian third.

When re-entering for the second time, Su Qianqian, who has already made progress, can challenge Ji Zhongxuying, who is still the last strength. Once he wins, the mortal energy fused with Ji Zhong's second place will belong to Su Qianqian.

Ji Zhong, if he wants to go further, he can only challenge the phantom of the first place Martial Dao. Of course, if you lose, you can also challenge downwards, but the rewards for the mortal spirit will be much less.

Because it was a phantom of Martial Dao last time, it can also guarantee that the truly capable juniors will come forward.

Fuck, isn't this the ladder ranking?

"Also!" Shan Ling clapped his hands again, and this time Chen Luo appeared on the top of Mount Hua.

Here, Chen Luo saw five light arrays, arranged in east, west, north, south.

"Those who can occupy the top five in ten consecutive rankings will appear here and start the real Huashan Discussion of Swords."

"The last ounce of the mortal air belongs to the phantom of Martial Dao here."

After Shan Ling finished speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again, "Besides..."

Shanling waved his hand, and five stone boxes appeared.

"The master can place rewards in this stone box."

Chen Luo was taken aback, looked at the five stone boxes, and frowned slightly.

Want to pluck my wool again?

If I put a grilled chicken wing in it, will I be hunted down by these people?

Chen Luo shook his head, forget it, he is the pillar of Martial Dao anyway, if he bleeds, he bleeds.

They are all good teachers, and they can still afford a little reward.

"When can it start?" Chen Luo asked.

Shan Ling smiled and said, "You can do it at any time. But when does the master plan to settle the Huashan Lunjian this time?"

Chen Luo thought about it a little: "Three months!"

...

Night fell.

The evening breeze in Luozhou always carries a hint of floral fragrance.

The undefeated peony in four seasons is a wonder in Luozhou.

Ren Ji smelled the fragrance of flowers, sitting alone on the eaves of the inn, looking at the stars all over the sky, thinking that he had walked thousands of miles without knowing it, a smile appeared on his face.

A few days ago, he entered Luozhou with that grandparent and grandson, and the old lady insisted on thanking him for saving his life, so she dragged herself to live in the mansion for several days.

The little girl also became more and more wrong, she blushed when she saw her, turned around and ran away before saying a word, and then a group of people burst into laughter, Ren Ji probably guessed something.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Marriage will only hinder his long journey.

Ren Ji hurriedly left a farewell letter and left overnight.

This time, he joined a team from the academy.

This is the team from Changfeng Academy in Luozhou going to Wannian Academy in Qingzhou to debate classics. There are two masters leading the team and fourteen Confucian students following. Originally, this team did not need outsiders, but none of the dozen or so students were willing to do the job of posting invitations and greeting them. They happened to meet Aji, who knew Yawen, and let him join the team.

"Aji, Aji, come down!" When Ren Ji was thinking about something, a crisp call came from the yard of the inn, and Chen Luo quickly turned over and jumped off the roof.

The person who called him was Mo Zhuozhao, and he took the meaning of "the peach is so young, its beauty is shining" in the Book of Songs.

"Here!" Mo Zhuozhuo took out two ingots of silver from his pocket, handed them to Ren Ji, and said, "Go to me and find out where paper kites are sold, and buy me some of the best ones. I will release them tomorrow."

Ren Ji was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Why are you releasing paper kites all of a sudden? It's already night, and the shops are probably closed."

"I don't care." Mo Zhuozhuo pouted, "Tomorrow we will pass by Liupo, that is the place where the former Prime Minister Kou wrote the paper kite, how could we not put the paper kite to pay tribute to it. By the way, you don't understand either. "

Ren Ji blinked and said:

"Biluoqiu Fang is quiet, but the power to fly is still weak."

"The breeze is as trustworthy, and the clouds will fly together in the end."

Mo Zhuozhao looked at Ren Ji in surprise: "You actually know this poem?"

Ren Ji smiled faintly. He heard this from a scholar on the Drunk Galaxy Cluster, and thought it was interesting, so he wrote it down.

"It's just a kite, you don't need to buy it." Ren Ji returned the silver taels to Mo Zhuozhao, "I'll make you two."

Mo Zhuozhao was even more surprised: "You know how to do it? I want a tall kite that can fly."

Ren Ji nodded: "I know, I promise to fly high. You go back to rest first, and I will give you the paper kite tomorrow morning."

Mo Zhuozhao looked at Ren Ji with some doubts. Maybe it was because Ren Ji read the song "Kite" before, which gave her some information, and said with wide eyes: "Then it's a deal, give me the paper kite tomorrow morning. Otherwise I will ..."

Mo Zhuozhao waved his fist: "I won't let you go."

After finishing speaking, Mo Zhuozhuo turned and went back to the room. Ren Ji scratched his head and said to himself: "I remember that there is a bamboo forest where I passed by..."

After speaking, Ren Ji walked towards the outside of the inn, and suddenly a message flashed in his mind, and Ren Ji froze in place.

"Huashan illusion? The essence of the world? Three months?"

...

Qin Yu followed a caravan on the way to Wuzhou.

He vaguely remembered that the person who set up the situation spoke a few dialects when talking with his accomplices. He barely imitated some, and asked many people, only to know that it is a local dialect in Wuzhou.

The "Liyan Original" has been placed on him for more than ten years, as long as it is within a certain range, he will feel it.

Qin Yu is not in a hurry, he understands that he has just comprehended "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms", the last few palms can't be used with his current mortal energy, he still needs time.

Even if he had to use up his whole life, he had to send the "Liyan Original" back to the Qin family.

"Xiao Qin, let me take this part of the road instead." An old man leaned out in the carriage, "Go in and sleep for a while, we are in urgent need of this batch of goods, we must have to drive all night, the old man will not have that look at night, You have to work hard."

Qin Yu nodded, handed the horsewhip to the old man, grabbed the steamed buns and clear water hanging on the carriage, and got into the carriage.

Qin Yu casually ate something to pad his stomach, patted the soft jacket in the carriage, and planned to take a good rest, when suddenly, a message came from his mind.

"Huashan illusion? Red dust gas?"

...

"Duke!" A Flying Daggers was stuck on the wooden figure.

Li Sanyue stepped forward, looked at the depth of the Flying Daggers' penetration, shook his head, and pulled out the Flying Daggers.

Three points into the wood can kill Man Yong, but it can't kill Qi Rank Man stubborn.

Li Sanyue was a little frustrated.

He can probably shoot three swords in a row at one time, and after the three swords, he has to adjust his breath for an hour before he can shoot again.

But if you can only deal with Man Yong, it will not reflect his value.

Li Sanyue has carefully analyzed that it is not that he is not concentrated enough, but that he is not enough in the world.

He needs more mortal air to be compressed and transformed into the sword light of Flying Daggers, so that it is possible to increase the lethality of Flying Daggers.

Thinking of this, Li Sanyue sighed.

The mortal qi is good for everything, but it is too slow.

For example, Confucian classics, such as poetry and books, Li Yi Chunqiu, Analects, Daxue, Zhongyong, Mencius, and other classics of various branches of Confucianism, such as the vast sea of ​​smoke, as long as you are willing to read, you can read whatever you want.

How can it be like Wan Amber's martial arts, and it's only now that I am proud of Rivers and Lakes and the Passionate Swordsman Ruthless Sword.

This is enough for anyone to see!

I don't know what Wan Amber is doing every day.

And don't want him to deal with all kinds of affairs every day, can't he write a book with peace of mind?

The donkeys of the Department of Internal Affairs are not as restful as he is.

The shame of the literati.

Li Sanyue complained a few words in his heart, but still sighed, picked up the Daxuan Minbao, and was about to swipe, when suddenly his hand paused, and a message appeared in his mind.

"Huashan illusion? Red dust reward?"

...

In the illusion of Mount Hua, Chen Luo seemed to be transformed into the sky of the illusion, overlooking the earth, only to see a figure emerge, which soon became boundless.

"Shan Ling, don't they know how to hunt monsters?" Looking at so many people, Chen Luo asked.

"This is the owner's perspective, so we can see such a scene. In fact, each of them is in their own independent space, and there is no intersection with other people."

Chen Luo reacted and nodded: "Single machine, that's reasonable."

"By the way, what would happen if they died in the illusion?" Chen Luo asked again.

"Entering the illusion essentially consumes their spirit power. If they die in the illusion, the spirit will be weakened to a certain extent. There is no way to enter the illusion again within twelve hours."

When Chen Luo was about to continue to ask if he could call up the picture of a certain person alone, he suddenly felt the red dust in his body suddenly increased a lot.

This... just started?

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