I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Why is the kind and kind Confucian so murderous?

Why is the peaceful and peaceful Zhongjing City full of dangers?

Why did Wan'anbo Mansion go empty overnight?

Is it the distortion of human nature, or the loss of morality!

Today, Nanyuanxi will take you to break down Wan Anbo's new work "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!

The huge entry was hung outside the Beifeng Tower, and passers-by stopped one after another, all of them with calm faces.

"Oh, I read Wan Amber's book, it's all right."

"Hey, what good is the shame of a literati doing to make the great Confucians anxious?"

"The Great Confucianism doesn't seem to have felt the power of disgrace, so you're angry? This year's Confucianism can't do it!"

"Come, come, I want to hear how coquettish he is!"

"The old man has done a good job of nourishing Qi recently, but I can try to see if this Wan Amber can irritate me!"

"Hahaha, let's go together. Isn't it a broken chapter? Just laugh it off!"

...

After half an hour.

"Where's the knife? Where's the forty-foot long knife I put outside Beifeng Tower!"

"I shouldn't have walked into this Beifeng Building! No, I shouldn't have walked this Vermilion Bird Avenue! No, I shouldn't have entered Beijing!"

"Great Confucianism, let's eliminate harm for the people! Let him finish writing the book before doing anything!"

"Old man... this old man wants to beat that turtle to death!"

"Report, I want to report. He...provoked the people!"

"Yes, let's report it! Go to Jingzhao Mansion and sue him!"

"Go together!"

In the distance, Mr. Accountant led Ye Dafu to look at the excited crowd and said, "My lord, that's where it is."

Ye Dafu was thoughtful: "Do you want to rent out the shops around Beifeng Building? What kind of business are you doing?"

"Selling weapons! It doesn't need to be too delicate, just a blade."

"Do it right away!" Ye Dafu praised, "Also tell them, this prince can help them hand over the weapons to Wan Anbo for free!"

"By the way, the one with the highest bid can also provide blade engraving service, and write your heartfelt words on the blade! How about it?"

The accountant looked at Ye Dafu and gave a thumbs up: "One word, absolutely!"

...

"Hey..." Chen Luo lay on a recliner in a small courtyard and let out a long sigh.

Before, three great Confucian scholars rushed into Wan'anbo Mansion, Song Tuizhi let Chen Luo go first, and he came to stop the rear.

"Senior Brother Four will be alright?" Chen Luo thought in his heart, "Those three great Confucian scholars, I will remember, in the future I will send manuscripts to you one hour slower than others!"

"Uncle, this is my refreshing soup!" A soft voice sounded, and Luo Hongnu brought a bowl of fragrant syrup to Chen Luo.

Here is the small courtyard of Luo Hongnu.

Of course Chen Luo didn't dare to escape to Sanxizhuang, maybe there were people waiting there. So with a thought, he ran to Luo Hongnu to take refuge.

"Thank you!" Chen Luo took the bowl of sugar water and took a sip.

Um? The taste is sour and sweet, a bit like the sour plum juice from the previous life.

"Gudong Gudong..." Chen Luo drank a bowl of refreshing soup in a few sips. Seeing that Chen Luo liked it, Luo Hongnu was also happy, and asked, "Do you like it, uncle?"

Chen Luo nodded: "I like it, it's delicious. It's a pity that I can't drink it every day."

Luo Hongnu's pretty face flushed slightly, and said: "If the uncle likes it, I can write a recipe later, and the uncle can take it home and let the cook make it according to the recipe."

Chen Luo waved his hand: "No, no, this is your secret recipe. How can you let other people know it casually? If it is convenient, you can make more, and I will send someone to come to you to get it."

Luo Hongnu nodded lightly: "Yeah. It's just that the soup doesn't taste good after being left for a long time. I'll make it next time and send it to my uncle."

Chen Luo responded casually. Anyway, he sent someone to pick it up and Luo Hongnu sent someone to deliver it. Anyway, he is an acquaintance, so there is no need to be so polite, so he said: "I will borrow the study room later."

"Uncle, do you want to write an article today?"

"yes."

Chen Luo smiled at Luo Hongnu, looked into her beautiful eyes, and said, "I have to write every day! Those people who talk fiercely, actually like it in their hearts, so I can't let it down!"

Luo Hongnu's heart trembled, since Chen Luo smiled at her and looked into her eyes, she couldn't hear what Chen Luo said clearly. Chen Luo's words reached her ears, and it has become like this——

"I have to...every day...with a heart...like in my heart...can't let you down..."

During Setsuna, Luo Hongnu's heart was beating like a drum, her face flushed, she whispered; "It's still...it's still daytime..."

Chen Luo was puzzled: "Is it still divided into day and night? It's fine if you can sit!"

"It's fine if you can do it?" Luo Hongnu immediately covered her face with her hands, and said softly, "In the city...not good, I have a separate courtyard in the peach blossom forest ten miles outside the city, it's very quiet..."

"Peach Blossom Grove?" Chen Luo was startled when he heard this word, "No, no, no, it won't work there, just here, it's quiet here too..."

Luo Hongnu's face was about to ooze blood: "This...here? Oh...it can't be done..."

Luo Hongnu turned around coquettishly and ran into the room.

Chen Luo was stunned, looked around, and said to himself: "It's really quiet here! Why not?"

...

Ten miles outside the city, there is a peach blossom forest.

This place was originally a place for people from Beijing to go outing in the spring. Now it is early winter, and the peach blossoms have all withered, and few people come here.

"The east of the river in front of Huangshi Pagoda,"

"Spring is lazy and sleepy leaning on reddish."

"A cluster of peach blossoms has no owner,"

"Lovely crimson loves light red."

A Confucian scholar recited Du Zimei's "Looking for Flowers by the Riverside Alone", and after every poem was finished, a tree of peach blossoms was in full bloom.

"The world is full of beauty in April,"

"The peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom."

"There is no place to find a spring boudoir of everlasting regret,"

"I don't know how to get into it."

After another poem is read, another peach tree is in full bloom.

"In this door today last year,"

"The peach blossoms on the human face are red."

"Human faces don't know where to go,"

"Love and be loved."

...

The first peach blossom chants sounded, and the trees and peach blossoms were in full bloom. For a while, the ten miles of peach forests were like early spring, full of spring in full bloom.

Green smoke curled up one after another, and under the peach tree, countless people knelt in groups of three before a square table, looking devoutly at the incense burner burning with fragrance.

"Read xx, xxx, xxx, even though they have different surnames, if they become brothers, they will work together to save the poor and help the poor; report to the country, and go down to the common people; don't ask for the same year, the same month, the same day..." After reading this, among the three people The person at the next table looked at the next table, "Slow down your voice!" The person at the next table nodded quickly.

"Go ahead." The man turned his head, and the three of them continued to read: "I don't want to be born on the same day in the same year, but I want to die on the same day in the same year. Ungracious, Deva will kill together!"

The three of them kowtowed heavily, unconsciously humming a little tune that was said to be exclusive to the sworn brother from the Wan'anbo Mansion——

"This time..."

"The spring breeze is proud to meet a bosom friend."

"Peach blossoms also smile on the altar."

"This time..."

"Protect the country, secure the country, and be generous."

"Building meritorious deeds and exhibiting talents."

"Exhibit your talent!"

"This time..."

"Loyalty, righteousness and courage,"

"Adversity goes hand in hand and never separates!"

"This time..."

"Life and death do not change,"

"The heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon strengthen my heart!"

...

Kneeling on the ground, the three of them hummed a ditty, stood up, and looked at each other again, they were indeed much more cordial.

"Dage! Third brother!"

"Second brother, third brother!"

"Dage, second brother!"

The three grabbed each other's arms, and were about to express their feelings again, when someone from behind stepped forward and patted them: "Are you ready? Okay, let's go, we still have to use this tree!"

"There are many trees, why do you want this one!"

"There are many trees, and there are more people!"

The man looked around, and there was an altar table and an incense burner under almost every tree in the peach blossom forest, and there were many people standing in line behind the books.

"They all came to worship?"

"Yes! Nuo, I still have something to look for."

Following the pointed direction, I heard a kind voice of inquiry——

"Dage, are you sworn? Add me!"

"Two are missing one, two are missing one, only recognize Dage, come if you think you are qualified!"

"The Confucian students in the Poetry Realm are leading the team, and there is still a younger brother, the lowest in the pen-writing stage, and some pass on a voice!"

"Worship of the opposite sex, listen clearly, you want the opposite sex! You can come of the opposite sex!"

This scene was observed from a distance by the spies of the Yaozu who came across it, recorded it, and sent it back to the Yaozu——

"The human race is unbreakable. Under the peach blossom trees, people compete to call each other brothers. They don't want to live together, but to die together. The luck of the human race is endless, and it is not suitable to be an enemy of the human race!"

Hundreds of years later, this espionage essay was passed into the hands of the human race. Historians were greatly moved, and wrote a poem to praise this moment:

"Life and death are the same under the peach blossom tree,"

"White bones, even muscles and blood are red."

"Only my human race has a lot of ambitions,"

"Dare to call cold winter and spring strong."

...

Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan frowned slightly as he stared at the wisp of seven-colored mortal air wrapped around his finger.

He concentrated his mind, and slowly separated a trace of Qi from the seven-colored red-dust air. The air was so illusory, as if it didn't exist, and there were colorful light spots flickering inside.

This is the mortal atmosphere born from reading "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", which seems to be somewhat different from the previous mortal atmosphere.

Yan Baichuan stretched out his other hand, and a sense of righteousness wrapped around his finger.

Yan Baichuan slowly brought the illusory mortal air closer to the righteous air until the two blended together.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Baichuan shot out the awe-inspiring righteousness fused with the illusory mortal energy, and landed on a plum blossom branch that had just been planted.

I saw that the plum blossoms were slowly withering, although the speed was very slow, but with Yan Baichuan's eyesight, he found that the plum blossoms were indeed withering.

"This..." Yan Baichuan was completely shocked, "The rise and fall of historians?"

"No, it is much weaker than the rise and fall of historians, but it does have the effect of aging."

"The key is that this special mortal energy can be integrated into Grand Virtue, so that Virtuous Virtue can also simulate prosperity and decline. Although the effect is different, it increases the corrosion of time."

Yan Baichuan was a little excited and stood up; "The biggest shortcoming of our Confucian students against barbarians is that we don't have enough attack power. It is difficult to kill or even injure the opponent with righteous attacks. And historians are difficult to learn and master. It is even more difficult to transform into prosperity and decline energy."

"If all Confucian scholars can have this special mortal energy, which can be integrated into the attack of righteous energy..."

The more Yan Baichuan thought about it, the more excited he became: "Even for ordinary people, the Martial Skill attack with red dust will bring the effect of aging."

"What if someone only reads "Three Kingdoms" and only produces this kind of red dust?"

Thinking of this, Yan Baichuan hurriedly returned to the desk and wrote——

"Green Bamboo:"

"Is the northern front safe?"

"I found something today, and I wrote it to you, to see if it will be of any help to the Northern Winter War..."

...

Chen Luo stretched his waist and drank the "sour plum juice" on hand.

The drink was brought in by the maid, and I asked the maid why Luo Hongnu didn't come.

The servant girl said: You are so ashamed!

Chen Luo was puzzled.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just using a study.

Shaking his head, Chen Luo continued to write the second chapter of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms": Zhang Yide whipped the governor in anger, and He Guoshu conspired to punish the eunuch.

In this chapter, Zhang Fei does not need to mention it. The main reason is that Uncle He Guo and Yuan Shao discussed killing the ten permanent servants. Chen Ping suggested not to summon the ministers from other places and killed them directly, but He Jin refused.

"He Jin laughed and said: 'This is the view of a coward!' A person beside him applauded and laughed loudly and said: 'This matter is so easy, why bother talking about it!' Seeing it, it is Cao Cao!"

"Exactly: If you want to get rid of the chaos on the side of the king, you must listen to the advice of the wise people in the court. I don't know what Cao Cao said, but let's listen to the breakdown below."

Putting down the pen, at this moment, even Chen Luo felt that this chapter was a bit reckless. Worthy of being a broken ancestor.

I don't know how the old man Luo Guanzhong survived in that feudal society, but think about it, this old man was once an enemy of Zhu Yuanzhang, and he lived to be seventy years old in the end, so there must be a way to save his life.

Chen Luo put the written paper into a special paper tube, knocked on the storage order, and Xiao Qi jumped out of it, blindfolded.

"Grandpa, I haven't seen anything about you and Sister Luo!"

"Don't make trouble, the little girl's family is so complicated. Send this to your fourth grandpa!" Chen Luo handed the paper tube to Xiao Qi, and Xiao Qi looked puzzled, "Don't grandpa give it yourself?"

Chen Luo sighed: "I will hide here for a few more days, you can rest assured fourth grandpa!"

Xiao Qi pouted: "Grandpa just wants to drive Xiao Qi away, so I'm ashamed with Sister Luo!"

"Who taught you these words?"

"Fat grandpa said it's not allowed to say that he said it!"

Chen Luo frowned: "Ye Dafu!"

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