I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The sound of Ji Zhong waving his sword in the courtyard had lasted for almost two hours.

In the pavilion, Chen Luo was eating melons and fruits transported from the south, looking at Ji Zhong who was shrouded in a righteous blue light, with some doubts, he looked at Song Tuizhi who was sitting by the side, and asked, "Senior brother, what about Xiao Ji?" What are you practicing?"

Song Tuizhi put down the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that he was brushing in his hand, looked at Ji Zhong with eyes full of admiration, and said, "Cultivate Po Confucianism Sword intent."

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, he remembered Ji Zhong said that he wanted to create the Dugu Nine Swords by himself, but just by waving the sword in a mass of righteousness, he could cultivate the Poru Sword intent?

Isn't this the same as when I watched TV dramas when I was a child, and then tied sandbags on my legs, thinking that I could perform Qinggong after untiing them?

Seeing the disapproving expression on Chen Luo's face, Song Tuizhi smiled lightly: "I'll let you experience it too!"

After finishing speaking, Song Tui waved his hand, and a blue light quickly enveloped Chen Luo. Chen Luo suddenly felt his body sink, as if all 129,600 pores in his body were being pricked by needles at the same time. Chen Luo whispered softly, and the mortal air of 360 acupoint(s) gushed out from his body, instantly breaking through the envelope of righteousness arranged by Song Tuizhi, sweating profusely, and looking at Song Tuizhi; "Fourth senior brother, this is What righteousness? So fierce!"

"Family country world." Song Tuizhi said lightly, but he was shocked in his heart. Although it was just a random "family country world" by himself, he did not expect to be broken by Chen Luo in the blink of an eye.

In any case, he is also a great Confucian with a dignified first rank righteousness.

Even if it is the master state, it is not so fast.

The Cultivation Base of the little junior seems to have improved again.

No, you can't let the little brother feel surprised, otherwise he will think that his brother is useless.

Song Tuizhi picked up the teacup, and said in an even more understated tone: "Did you feel it? The power of family, country and world in Xiao Ji is about twenty times what you just endured."

"Ah?" Chen Luo was also shocked, and looked at Ji Zhong who was still struggling with his sword again. Just for a moment, he couldn't stand it anymore. Xiao Ji endured it twenty times, and it has been two hours. .

Seeing that Chen Luo didn't pursue the matter of destroying his own country and world at will, Song Tuizhi breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "You've been too busy recently, so you didn't notice that Xiao Ji's practice has been going on for a while."

"In my opinion, Xiao Ji's limit is about fifty times the oppression." Song Tuizhi added calmly, "That's equivalent to 10% of my power."

Chen Luo opened his mouth wide. Fifty times the oppression just now is 10% of the power of the fourth senior brother's home country?

Doubling power is not as simple as simply multiplying by two. Every time the power reaches a limit, even if it increases a little bit, it may be ten times or a hundred times greater for the receiving party.

Like the straw that broke the camel's back.

This is just the foundation, not counting the bonuses of various Confucian arts and magical powers!

A great Confucian in a positive mood, so terrifying!

Seeing Chen Luo's admiring gaze, Song Tuizhi smiled contentedly.

"Uncle, Uncle!" Lu Tong trotted over and handed Chen Luo a greeting card.

Chen Luo took the greeting card, looked at it, and said to Song Tuizhi: "Brother, Mr. Sima invited me to the Spring and Autumn Hall."

Song Tuizhi frowned slightly, and nodded: "Well, let's go. The relationship between the historian and my bamboo forest has always been good. It may be beneficial to take the initiative to invite you over."

Chen Luo said with a smile: "The main reason is that I promised to visit Mr. Sima last time, but I forgot it in a hurry. Hey, I really shouldn't. If you want to give me back the benefits, I'm so sorry..."

Chen Luo stood up and cupped hands with Song Tuizhi: "Then I'll pass."

Song Tuizhi thought for a while, and said: "Just pick two treasures and come to the door, don't send the original poems!"

Chen Luo waved his hand: "It's okay, that thing is worthless!"

Song Tuizhi: (ノ￣ー￣)ノ

...

The Spring and Autumn Hall is located in the imperial city and has a separate passage. It is clearly located in the imperial city, but it seems to be independent from the imperial city. The Chunqiu Hall has three death rules: first, no one from the royal family can enter the Chunqiu Hall; second, any wars and wars must not spread to the Chunqiu Hall; Otherwise, the holy punishment will come from heaven.

When Chen Luo walked to the entrance of Chunqiu Hall, he saw a stone tablet standing at the entrance, with eight large characters written on it: "I know that I have sinned, but only Spring and Autumn", and a strong sense of vicissitudes came over my face.

Seeing Chen Luo's arrival, the disciples of the historian who had been waiting here hurried forward and saluted: "Wan Anbo, Master Sima Gong, ordered the students to wait here, please follow me."

Chen Luo nodded, returned a salute, and followed the historian disciple into the Spring and Autumn Hall.

The moment he stepped through the gate of Chunqiu Hall, Chen Luo seemed to feel a force passing through own, with a hint of weight, and the sound of waves sounded in his ears, and he couldn't help but look back at the gate. The disciple of the historian noticed Chen Luo's movements, and explained with a smile: "This gate was built by the senior sages to imitate the giant gate of the historian, and it has a trace of the power of the long river of history. Only after my disciples of the historian have condensed the energy of prosperity and decline can it be possible to sense it. Wanan Uncle, are you really not a disciple of my historian?"

Chen Luo shook his head, I am not even a Confucian scholar, how could I be a disciple of a historian?

That's what the disciple of the historian said, and continued to lead Chen Luo inside.

Walking through the long corridor, Chen Luo first walked into a cemetery. There are countless statues in the cemetery. Each statue has a different shape, some are drinking, some are sleeping, some are writing, some are chanting... Various forms , and so on.

"This is my historian's cemetery, which enshrines the sages of historians. It is also the first lesson for my descendants to learn as a historian: life is but a handful of loess, and only the long river of history is endless!"

Chen Luo bowed to the statues of the sages in the cemetery, and then walked inside. Apart from the cemetery, he suddenly saw four pavilions split on both sides, and there was a grand hall in the middle.

"Hahaha, Chen Xiaoyou, we meet again." Standing outside the lobby, Sima Lie laughed loudly when he saw Chen Luo, and stepped forward. The disciple of the historian bowed and retreated. Very good, pointing to the front and said: "How is it? How is the momentum of my Spring and Autumn Hall?"

Chen Luo naturally showed admiration on his face, nodded and said: "The weather is amazing."

Sima Li pointed to the pavilions on both sides, and said: "This is the four pavilions of the Sun, Moon, Star, and Chen in the Spring and Autumn Hall. Don't look ordinary on the outside, but there are hidden caves inside."

"The Today Pavilion, also known as the Benji Pavilion, is the place where the demi-saints and the Emperor's Benji are stored and compiled."

"Yue Pavilion, also known as Family Pavilion, stores and compiles the histories of various families."

"Xing Pavilion, also known as Biography Pavilion, is where the histories of court executives and sages in the field are compiled and stored."

"The last Chen Pavilion, also called Cangsheng Pavilion, is all-encompassing. All events and ordinary people worthy of historical records can be found in it."

"Even if the land falls and the ground cracks, as long as the sun, moon and star are still hanging in the sky, our human race will not perish!"

Seeing Sima Lie's proud expression, Chen Luo also nodded in admiration.

This is how the continuation of the race takes root downwards and blossoms upwards.

This root is the past, this flower is the present and the future.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Sima Lie waved his hand, "Chen Xiaoyou, this time, there is an opportunity, but whether you can grasp it depends on your own."

Chen Luo looked forward to it, and said obediently: "Oh, Mr. Sima, I'm not even a disciple of the historian, so I just took your chance. How dare you - what is the chance?"

Sima Lie laughed loudly, grabbed Chen Luo's hand, and strode towards the central hall surrounded by the sun, moon and stars...

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