I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Yuanzhou is the westernmost state in the Northern Territory.

The heavy snow that had been flying for three days finally stopped, and the whole Zhumansai was covered with a thick layer of winter clothes. The snow reflects the moonlight, like a piece of beautiful jade emitting a faint light, echoing the cold light of the soldiers in the tent.

Perhaps only after seeing such a scene with his own eyes, Lu Daru could write the famous sentence "If you want to chase Qingqi away, the bow and sword will be covered with heavy snow".

"Bang!" The sound of the porcelain bowl breaking broke the calm of the camp. A burly man grabbed the soldiers in the kitchen camp and angrily shouted: "Weak rice! Why is it weak rice again! We wait for the strong and powerful, eat the weak How can there be enough rice? Could it be that you have withheld military rations!"

This is a questioning statement, but it has a firm tone.

Weak rice is the staple food that ordinary people use daily, and it is also the most common food. Basically, it can only meet the needs of filling the stomach, and has no special effect of nourishing righteousness or nourishing blood.

"You, you are talking nonsense!" Although the soldier in the room was not tall, he was also a Confucian scholar who cherished his reputation. He blushed and said anxiously when he heard such accusations, "The last batch of military rations sent was only Weak rice! Even the kind of guerrilla you eat is the same! If you can’t, you can check it!”

This kind of guerrilla is the highest officer in Chasing the Barbarian Fortress. It is said that he is a great Confucian. , why can’t you eat some good ones?”

The soldier in the kitchen arched his cupped hands: "The next little boy, I can't answer your question. But I heard that the middle-grade military rations and the top-grade military rations have been temporarily allocated to other places. Maybe when the next batch of new military rations arrives, everyone You don’t have to eat this weak rice anymore.”

Hearing what this group of men said, the other sergeants also sighed softly, lined up again, and received their own meals. For a while, the camp was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Zhong Qifang stood outside the account of the Chinese army. As his master, he naturally saw the dispute in the distance. As a man of strict military management, he organized his own soldiers to intervene. He watched their quarrel with a complex expression, exhaled a cloud of white mist lightly, turned and walked into the military tent.

In the military tent, the meals brought by the soldiers for him had already been placed on the desk.

The young man was right, even he ate weak rice.

Zhong Qifang looked at the weak rice in front of him, took two bites, and put it down again.

The non-commissioned officer was right, they are powerful men, how can they eat weak rice?

It's not to be special, but every point that a strong and powerful person is stronger, the odds of winning the battle will increase by one point.

The mighty man is a kind of fighting Confucianism.

They have worked hard since childhood, integrated the power of poetry into their bodies, and gained strong defense and impact.

They are a Confucian army capable of confronting the barbarians head-on.

Different from the assassins fighting Confucianism with "holding their bodies with white blades, killing people in the world of mortals", their function is to rush into the camp of the barbarians, slow down their progress, and buy time for the Confucian mountain and sea people behind to use Confucianism techniques.

To charge forward and be trapped in the battle is to be powerful.

Confucianism respects scholars.

However, cultivating a strong and powerful scholar often costs several times or even ten times that of cultivating other Confucian scholars. For example, the military rations, which have always been the lowest in the history, are medium-grade military rations, which can nourish righteousness and improve physical strength. Therefore, it is no wonder that the soldiers were dissatisfied with the weak rice that had been eaten for half a month.

Zhong Qifang rubbed his brows. He is a descendant of the Zhong family, so he naturally needs to know more about the inside story, such as the issue of military rations.

The young man was right. The military ration originally allocated to Zhumansai was indeed 30% high-grade, 50% medium-grade, and 20% low-grade, but not long ago, it was changed temporarily.

Not only the Zhuman Fortress, but almost the entire northern region, the logistics supply has undergone major changes. Because the Zhuman Fortress is located in Yuanzhou, it is not the main direction of the barbarians' frontal attack, so the military rations have been completely replaced with low-grade ones. According to Zhong Qifang's knowledge, even in the frontal battlefields of Mangzhou and Suzhou, the supply of military rations for Fighting Confucianism has also been adjusted, reducing the proportion of high-grade military rations and increasing the supply of low-grade military rations.

And the reason is because Wan Amber, who is far away in Beijing and has become famous in recent months—Chen Luo!

Since the opening of Martial Dao, Wu Fu was able to practice. The military found that those ordinary people who had never eaten the upper-middle-grade military rations had their Blood Qi boiling and their physical strength increased extremely quickly after they came into contact with the upper-middle-grade military rations.

Although it can't be compared with the majestic people, it is better because of the large number of people!

There are no more than 70,000 to 80,000 powerful men who actually run on the battlefield every year, and after the first battle, no more than 10,000 people can survive, and among them, no more than 3,000 people can still go to the battlefield again.

And the cost of cultivating a powerful scholar is enough for three ordinary Confucian scholars, or a Practitioner team of 300 people.

It is clear at a glance which is better and which is worse.

In addition, the advent of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" also changed the situation in a short period of time. A letter from the family said that the little kid in the Zhe family actually summoned the battle hero Guan Yu. According to the analysis of the great Confucian in the family, as time goes by, the battle hero will become the main way to fight. As long as there are enough troops to condense the heroic spirits of the battle formation, they will be able to form a steady stream of rushing into the battle formation. Perhaps a hundred years later, there will no longer be a need for powerful men to exist.

Zhong Qifang was at a loss for this judgment.

Since he was seven years old, he has determined to become a mighty man. In his heart, he must die in the barbarian army to be the son of a true Monarch.

However, it has only been a few months, and even a winter has not been over, and the mighty man seems to have been abandoned.

It is said that the younger generations in the family have stopped cultivating powerful people, and instead corrected the way of revising the scriptures, poetry and scriptures, and some even went directly to practice Martial Dao.

But for Zhong Qifang, those powerful poems have penetrated into every inch of his skin.

Perhaps, he will become the last swan song of a mighty man!

Thinking of this, Zhong Qi twitched in his heart for no reason, his eye sockets, which had never been wet since childhood, were also somewhat blurred.

The majesty never dies, it just withers.

He let out a long breath, and picked up the latest "Daxuanminbao".

For Chen Luo, Zhong Qi is full of respect in his heart.

The end of the mighty man is the beginning of the prosperity of the human race.

It's just a pity that his favorite "trapped camp" didn't have much to write about following Lu Bu's fall.

Perhaps in Wan Amber's heart, such an army cannot last long...

...

Zhongjing City, Beifeng Tower.

Everyone held their breath and listened to Nan Yuanfeng's narration.

"I have to see the general, Ah Dou is destined..."

"The general can protect this son and teach him to see his father. I will die without regret!"

"Yun said: 'You don't need to say too much, please get on the horse. Yun walks to the death and fights, and Bao Madam escapes the siege!'"

...

"Seeing that his wife was dead, Zhao Yun was afraid that Cao's army would steal the body, so he pulled down the earthen wall to cover up the dry well."

"Untie the armor belt, put down the heart mask, hold Adou in his arms, and put the gun on the horse."

...

"However, Cao Cao saw a general on the top of Jingshan Mountain. Wherever he went, he was so powerful that he asked who was on his side. Cao Hong flew down the mountain and shouted: "Can the generals in the army leave their names?"

"Yun responded and said: 'I am Zhao Zilong from Changshan!'"

...

"In this battle, Zhao Yun embraced the queen master, pierced through the siege, cut down both sides of the flag, and captured three spears; he slashed back and forth with the spear thrust sword, and killed more than fifty famous generals of Cao Ying."

"There is a poem praising:"

"Blood-stained robe piercing nail red,"

"Who dares to compete with Dangyang?"

"In ancient times, rushing to the battle to help the Lord,"

"Only Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

"Okay!" Nan Yuanxi finished reading the hymn, and the audience instantly lit up "Hello" Talent, clapping the case and shouting!

...

"In ancient times, there is only Zhao Zilong in Changshan who rushed to the battle to help the danger!"

Zhong Qi Fang was holding the "Daxuan Minbao" in his hand, his hands trembling slightly, his whole body was boiling with passion.

"A mighty man!"

"This is the majestic peerless national soldier!"

Zhong Qi's heart was agitated, he seemed to see a general in silver armor and white horse, facing the mighty enemy army, resolutely charged away.

A horse dares to walk alone,

Destroy the front and break the enemy.

They all call the flying tiger brave,

Live up to the eternal name of a hero.

Zhong Qi Fang took a deep breath, a strange charm rose from his body, and a long howling sound sounded in his head——

"I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

...

Chen Luo put down the pen in his hand.

After coming out of Future Sea, in order to complete the "Han" home country as soon as possible, he also worked hard, intending to speed up the progress of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

It's just that halfway through the new chapter, the temple of the Three Kingdoms suddenly shook.

Chen Luo focused slightly and entered the Three Kingdoms Temple.

I saw that not far from the statue of Guan Yu who stood upright with his saber crossed, a cloud of white gas condensed.

After a while, the white air mass dissipated, and a statue of a general with a silver spear and a white horse emerged.

I saw the general holding a gun in his right hand, a sword on his waist, and a baby in his arms, with sharp eyes, galloping on horseback.

New battle heroes!

Zhao Yun!

...

At the same time, Lu Tong hurried to Sanxizhuang.

After getting off the carriage, the steward who had been waiting here hastily stepped forward: "Steward Lu..."

Lu Tong looked anxious: "Why is the good-looking child missing? Have you reported it to the authorities?"

The steward hesitated and said, "Report to the official, report to the official."

Lu Tong looked angry: "Isn't there Zhuang Ding taking care of him? Where is the responsible Zhuang Ding?"

The steward sighed, and pushed open the door: "Housekeeper Lu, look..."

Lu Tong looked into the room and stopped in his footsteps.

In the courtyard, a Zhuang Ding was lying on a wooden board.

It was a dead body!

(If you want to know what happened next, listen to the next chapter to break it down)

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