I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Wan Anbo is leaving the capital!"

A piece of news spread quietly, and within half an hour, it swept across the entire Zhongjing City.

"Are you kidding? How did Wan Amber leave Zhongjing? Where did he go?"

"Don't spread such remarks indiscriminately just to gain attention, Wan Amber belongs to our Zhongjing, and he won't go anywhere!"

"Life is the Wan Anbo of Zhongjing City, and death is the shame of the literati in Zhongjing City."

One after another refuting remarks appeared at the same time. Those people held the latest "Daxuan Minbao" in their hands, with red eyes, arguing hoarsely with others, as if Wan Amber would not leave as long as he won the other party.

But soon, they found that only they were refuting.

Nanyuan Xi suddenly resold the shares in Beifeng Building in his hand and exchanged them for a large sum of money. He heard that he wanted to build a bookstore to store the books written by Wan Anbo, and all the people of Daxuan could borrow them for free.

The gentlemen of the storytelling guild submitted their resignations to their Xingzaolou one after another. Sang Luo said that Zhongjing already had enough storytelling masters, and as the first practitioners, they had to leave. Travel all over the world and tell people all over the world about Wan Amber's book.

In the Eight Great Academies of Zhongjing, there is no sound of reciting classics, only the sound of writing brushes. Everyone was copying all Wan Amber's manuscripts at high speed.

The Linglong Building is closed for one day. The so-called closure does not mean that it is closed, but that it will no longer accept the work of escorts. Everyone can enter for free to taste tea and listen to music.

It's just that people discovered that all the songs sung by those courtesans were composed by Wan Ambo.

"I'm seeing you off, and my heart is hard to give up. When will I miss a little bit of love? Leaning on the railing sleeve to blow the willow flowers and snow, the stream is slanted, the mountain is covered, and people go."

The tune is mournful and inspiring.

...

Soon, new news came out.

"At the court meeting, Wan Anbo used Zhusheng's right to the Holy Land and chose Dongcang City in Lanzhou."

"As usual, Wan Anbo will set off immediately, leave Beijing and head north to Dongcang City."

"His Majesty has approved."

"I heard that His Majesty uttered a thunderous anger in the harem for the first time after the imperial court!"

Finally, it seems that the conclusion has been sealed.

When it comes to half saints, no one dares to speak nonsense.

Wan Amber, I really have to go.

...

People from all directions came towards Qing'anfang, everyone carrying big bags and small bags in their hands.

"It's so cold in the north, why don't you wear more?" An old woman held a thick padded jacket in her hand, "My kid is about the same size as Wan Anbo, so I'll give this jacket to Wan Anbo first. If it wasn't for Wan Anbo Martial Dao, my kid is still making coolies."

"This is the pancake my mother baked for me. It's the best in the world. I want to give it to Wan Amber." There was a little boy with a hot biscuit wrapped in his arms, afraid that the pancake would not taste good when it was cold.

"Everything, all. This is the fruit of my family's green radish tree. Last time someone offered a hundred taels, I didn't sell it. Today I brought it all, and gave it to Wan'anbo Road to taste."

"Bastard, why did you bring the knife? You didn't even look at the time." Suddenly someone grabbed the other man by the collar and said angrily.

The man with the knife was full of grievances: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. This is a precious sword left by my father. Wan Anbo went to the north, and I gave him self-defense..."

Looking at the bustling and growing crowd, the servants staying at the Earl's Mansion could only bow and thank each other, telling the other party that Wan Amber had left the city, everyone's heart was received.

Not far from Qing'an Square, a carriage stopped, Zhou Zuofeng, the Prime Minister, looked at the almost increasing flow of people outside Qing'an Square, and sighed: "You and I have been prime ministers for decades, and we don't know when we will leave office." One day, does he have half the glory of this kid?"

Sitting next to the Prime Minister, Fa Xiang said indifferently: "Benevolent to all people, all people naturally admire."

The Prime Minister nodded: "Let's go, we'll miss the hour any later."

The prime minister lowered the curtain, and the carriage drove out of the city.

...

"Okay, don't cry..."

In Sanxizhuang, Chen Luo looked at the six little Calabash babies hanging on his body with a headache, touched one head, and pinched the other's cheek.

"When Grandpa makes arrangements, I will pick you up. You go to live with Grandma Xianhu for a while."

The six little Calabash babies held on to Chen Luo's trouser legs, raised their heads, stared at Chen Luo with six pairs of big watery eyes, pursed their lips, and twitched their noses.

The boss in red cried, "Why can Xiaoqi go with grandpa?"

The other Calabash dolls also nodded one after another, and said in a crying voice, "I'm going too, I'm going too..."

Xiao Qi, who was led by Yun Siyao at the side, bit into a fruit one at a time, as if it should be taken for granted.

Xiaoqi: o(￣▽￣)d

"Xiao Qi has a special function. Grandpa promised you that he will send someone to pick you up as soon as you settle down, okay?" Chen Luo hugged the little Calabash girls one by one and kissed them, so as to temporarily appease them down.

"I would have told you the story of Calabash's little Vajra if I knew it earlier!" Chen Luo complained in his heart, and then looked behind him, Cheng Diefei looked at Chen Luo with red eyes.

Chen Luo smiled: "What? Do you have to give Chen Dage a kiss like he did to them?"

Cheng Diefei's face flushed instantly, and he muttered, "It's also possible..."

Chen Luo reached out and patted Cheng Diefei's pretty face, stepped forward, and embraced Cheng Diefei in his arms.

"I will pass on the article to you, and Zhongjing will trouble you."

In Chen Luo's arms, Cheng Diefei felt the heat from Chen Luo's body, and his whole body became hot. He nodded and said, "Don't worry, Chen Dage, I will do well."

Chen Luo patted Cheng Diefei on the back and let go.

Seeing Chen Luo walking towards Luo Hongnu, Cheng Diefei looked down at himself.

Sure enough, it's still a little small.

Not paying attention to Cheng Diefei's careful thoughts, Chen Luo looked helplessly at Luo Hongnu standing beside Yun Siyao, and said helplessly, "Hongnu, you..."

"The Nu family has already agreed with Sister Yun that we will go with her." Luo Hongnu's voice was clear but firm.

Yun Siyao nodded and said, "That's right, Senior Sister is also a girl, so why not find a talking partner?"

"Hey, that's fine..." Chen Luo shrugged. Anyway, he was the one who caught the eye, so why should he persuade him?

He turned sideways again, Ji Zhong and Ye Dafu were standing beside him.

"My lord, I'm fine. I can go with you." Ji Zhong, who was on crutches, said hastily when he saw Chen Luo looking over.

"Don't come here, give me peace of mind to heal my wounds, and come to me when I recover!" Chen Luo snorted and looked at Lu Tong, "Old Lu, watch him for me. If you don't recover from your injuries, leave Beijing. You Write to me and see if I still accept him."

Lu Tong made a salute: "Uncle, don't worry, this old slave must be optimistic about Mr. Ji!"

"Dage..." Ye Dafu took two steps forward, "I am the eldest son, so I can't leave Beijing for no reason. Otherwise, I really want to go north with you."

"You want to see what business can be done in the north?"

"Dong Cang City! Although it is a ruined city, the sea route is accessible. If the coastal area can be settled... Actually, these are not important, I just want to accompany Dage!"

Chen Luo raised his hand and punched Ye Dafu's chest: "Stop joking, when you don't have to obey the rules, come to the north to see me. Or I will go to the south to see you!"

Ye Dafu nodded, raised his hand to touch the moisture in the corner of his eyes, and hugged Chen Luo: "Dage, be careful."

"If you can't do it later, go to Jingzhou, that's my territory, no one can bully you!"

Chen Luo's heart warmed up: "Don't worry, if you have any questions, write to me and we'll beat him together."

"Um!"

Chen Luo let go of Ye Dafu, and then he looked at the newsboys standing at the entrance of the courtyard, walked over, stroked the head of this one, and plucked the hair of the other: "After I leave, the newspaper will still be sold. You all listen carefully." Sir, listen to Butler Lu, when I grow up and have the ability, I need you to help me, okay?"

The little newspaper boys all had excited eyes, and said in unison: "OK!"

...

The long farewell was finally over, and it was nearly sunset when a carriage came out from the back door of Sanxizhuang and went up the official road.

Chen Luo looked back at the city in the distance for the last time. This was the longest place he had stayed in since he traveled, and he regarded it as his hometown.

Here, he gained fame, recognition, and countless friendships.

Of course, there were also difficulties and dangers and crises.

The sun rises when it comes, and the sky is full of clouds when it goes.

With a long sigh: "Let's go."

Chen Luo flicked his whip lightly, and the dragon horse leading the carriage stepped forward and headed north.

"Wan Amber, wait a minute—"

With a loud cry, Chen Luo grabbed the rein and looked back.

Yun Siyao and Luo Hongnu also leaned out from the carriage.

I saw blue lights flickering one after another, and countless figures suddenly appeared.

"Wan Anbo, before leaving, why don't you bid farewell to your old friend?" This is Leng Hanbing, a scholar of Wenchang Pavilion.

"Brother Chen Xian, will there be a flower house in Dongcang City? I will definitely accompany you at that time." This is Liu Jingzhuang, a master of brothels.

"Chen Xiaoyou, if there are beautiful scenery in the north, please leave a painting platform for the old man!" This is Yan Tianbing, the head of Yan Sheng's family.

"Stinky boy, go back and forth, don't stop reading, my students are still waiting to copy your books to earn credits." This is Kong Tianfang, the head of the academy.

"Wan Amber..."

"Chen Luo..."

"Chen Xiaoyou..."

Hearing each and every time, Chen Luo's face was full of smiles, but he still couldn't hold back the tears, which flowed down his face.

"Okay!" A loud roar interrupted everyone's farewell, and the person who spoke was none other than Sima Lie, the Great Confucian of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Chen Luo looked at this great Confucian who had been supporting him a lot, and saluted slightly.

Sima Lie laughed loudly, and said loudly: "How can a young man go out in a miserable wind and rain, jackdaws and dead branches?"

"Chen Luo, I don't have anything to give away at Chunqiu Hall, so I will send you eight hundred miles of spring back to the earth. I hope your trip will be like spring every step of the way!"

After Sima Lie's words fell, the Confucian scholars of the Spring and Autumn Hall standing behind him were full of prosperity and decline, and then turned into a breeze, blowing towards the long ancient road outside Zhongjing City. Where the breeze passed, spring grass sprouted for a while, willows With the wind, colorful.

At this time, Fa Xiang arched his cupped hands and said: "Wan Anbo, the northern road is difficult, and the road ahead is not smooth. The original minister gave you eight hundred miles of smooth roads. I hope you will travel steadily every step of the way!"

As soon as the words fell, a majestic aura of righteousness rose from Faxiang's body, turned into a knife light, and shot forward. I saw that the rough road that was originally rough was instantly cut into a new one.

Zhou Zuofeng, the prime minister, also arched his cupped hands, and said with a smile: "Wan Anbo, there are days and nights in the sky, and night travel is not smooth. The prime minister will send you eight hundred miles of light in the main hall. May your journey be bright every step of the way!"

Zhou Zuofeng trembled all over, and a beam of righteous light floated up into the air, illuminating the somewhat dim road ahead, and under the light, every detail was revealed.

Looking at the eight hundred miles of spring, the eight hundred miles of smooth travel, and the eight hundred miles of light, Chen Luo smiled very happily.

This is the blessing of the elders, but also the exhortation of the elders.

How can He De!

Chen Luo looked at the dark figure seeing off, respectfully cupped fist.

"Everyone! Chen Luo, thanks to your care!"

After speaking, Chen Luo bowed deeply.

Everyone bowed in return, and the sound shook the sky.

"Send Wan Amber north!"

Chen Luo turned around and jumped into the carriage.

"Don't stay a moment longer?" Yun Siyao asked.

"Let's go, you won't be able to leave if you stay any longer." Chen Luo shook his head.

The creaking carriage started again, heading north in the eyes of everyone.

At this moment, all the people heard a song resounding from the carriage, the song was soft, but it seemed to be sung in everyone's ears——

"Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, there is green grass and green sky. The evening wind blows the sound of the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of the best friends are scattered. A ladle of turbid wine is enough for the rest of the day. Don't dream cold tonight."

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