I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Wanren Mountain.

Counting the time, the battle to exterminate the barbarians should have ended long ago.

The veterans who had blocked the way were sitting in the Zhengqi Square of Wanren Mountain, waiting for the news from the thousands of miles of wilderness.

Wan Ren Yumen is one body, as long as there is news back to Yumen, Wan Ren will know soon.

But, why is there still no fluctuation in the square of righteousness?

Everyone's hearts were raised.

Could it be—

completely annihilated!

...

Those who were waiting for news like them were the people of Wanren Mountain.

Different from the past, nearly 60% of the troops on the expedition this time were ordinary people.

Among them are their sons, their husbands, and their fathers.

Therefore, they have a more personal feeling.

...

In the conference hall, Han Qingzhu was still playing chess.

Doesn't seem worried at all.

There is also Xianxin who is playing chess while criticizing the opponent for the dominance of Zhongjing chess.

It has to be said that Han Qingzhu's calm behavior also reassured many great scholars.

After all, Han Qingzhu has already established unparalleled prestige in the army for decades as a military commander.

But there are still people who are still whispering——

After all, ordinary people are the main ones!

This time, the soldier was reckless.

...

On the Zhengqi Square, the blue clouds were churning, and it seemed that a figure appeared slightly.

All the veterans stood up from the ground, and the civilians who had been waiting for a long time also rushed forward.

someone is coming.

Is it a miserable victory? Is it a fiasco? still--

completely annihilated?

Everyone stretched their necks, and it was the first time that they felt that the formation of righteousness transmission was so slow.

Finally the blue cloud dissipated, and only one figure appeared on the square.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

This is the guard of Yumen Pass!

Didn't any of the soldiers who went out come back?

Sure enough, ordinary people would die if they went to the first battle!

A sad atmosphere began to circulate among the crowd.

...

Nie Xiaowu shook his head, he was still a little dizzy after passing the formation for the first time.

But the military newspaper is important.

At the moment when he was relieved, Setsuna saw a pair of eyes fixed on him.

An old Confucian scholar asked tremblingly: "Boy, how is the battle going?"

How many of those soldiers are still alive?

Nie Xiaowu froze for a moment: How much is alive?

Those people almost finished their Yumenguan wine!

Everyone will be too drunk to get up

Nie Xiaowu cleared his throat, he didn't have a tongue like spring thunder, but at this moment, his voice reached the sky——

"The Great Victory in the Wasteland—"

"Slay Havel, the great householder of the Mordan Khan, and Mochik, the little prince of the Mordan Khan!"

"Annihilate Turan Wanqi!"

"Wasteland, great victory—"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

The military order is fixed, and the casualties are less than 30%, and the enemy's army is completely wiped out before it can be called a victory!

"Great victory? Is it a great victory?" The veteran wanted to ask again, but Nie Xiaowu had already used his lightness technique and ran towards the mighty hall of Wanren Mountain.

Running all the way, shouting all the way——

"Victory in the Wasteland! Victory in the Wasteland! Victory in the Wasteland!"

Great victory!

The veteran wiped away tears.

How many years, have not heard such a word.

Staying at Wanren Mountain for sixty years, he wanted to hear such a voice even in his dreams.

He wants to represent those comrades who died and hear such a voice.

His hunched body stood upright, the remaining arrogance in his body burst out vigorously, he raised his neck and shouted——

Great victory——

Soul Gui comrades, did you hear that?

...

With the sound of "Great Victory", the whole Wanren Mountain boiled up.

Han Qingzhu, who sits in the mighty mansion, naturally has a sense of it.

Looking at the excited Confucian in front of him, Han Qingzhu suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, flipped his wrist, took out a goose feather fan from nowhere, and fanned it gently, as if he was in control of the battle.

"It seems that the soldiers defeated the barbarian enemy."

"Collect your thoughts first, this game is not over yet."

As he said that, he picked up a chess piece, but couldn't suppress his own emotions, that awe-inspiring righteousness flowed out from his fingers, and blasted the black chess piece to pieces!

Fortunately, at this time, Xiao Qi walked in quickly and shouted: "Soldier, great victory in the wilderness, all the plants have been planted, and there is a military report."

"Huh? Read!"

"Reporting to the commander of the army, Qi Fang led the Divine General battalion to fight against Turan Wanqi and fight in the wilderness. Relying on the supernatural power of Wan Amber's heroic spirit, combined the strength of all the soldiers to defeat Turan."

Xiao Qi held the military newspaper Jade Slip, his voice trembling slightly: "Below the little prince Mochik, 10,080 third-level. Since then, there has been no Turan riding in Mordan. Our army has fallen five hundred and seven Twelve people, 1044 seriously injured."

"The head of the barbarian enemy is cast into a Jingguan, piled up like a mountain, as high as several feet."

"Daxuan Wansheng! The human race is mighty!"

Xiao Qi's voice hadn't finished yet, the Confucian who was playing with the soldiers hurriedly got up and left his seat, disregarding the rules, took the military newspaper from Xiao Qi's hand, and read it again.

Han Qingzhu was also very excited at this time.

He knew there might be surprises.

Did not expect such a big surprise!

The army mainly composed of ordinary people fought fiercely in the open field, and the barbarian army was completely wiped out with 20% of the battle loss!

Of course, this army of ordinary people was formed by Wan Renshan gathering the elite of the entire Great Wall defense line.

But what about three years from now, five years from now, or even ten years from now?

"The world is turned upside down!" Han Qingzhu murmured, and suddenly thought of the figure of the young man who was in the Changming Palace, facing the urgency of the Ministry of Rites, who gave himself a poem.

"Heavenly genius!"

...

Zhongjing.

This is the time when the lanterns first come on.

The news of the first battle has been spread all over the world along with Dibao and Daxuanminbao.

At this moment, everyone is waiting for the news from the north.

The messenger blue bird fluttered its wings regardless of the cost, and flew from the northern region to Zhongjing in almost an hour.

The sergeant on the watchtower received the blue bird, his complexion changed, he jumped off the watchtower, got on his horse, set foot on Vermilion Bird Street, and ran towards Changming Palace, shouting constantly: "Great victory in the Northern Territory! Great victory in the first battle! "

It was like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, and the city of Zhongjing boiled instantly!

...

News of victory always spreads quickly.

On this side, hundreds of officials gathered in the Changming Palace, who are still reviewing this battle, while on the other side, various details about this battle have been disseminated by unknown people from various channels.

"Hahahaha, human warriors are powerful against barbarians! Gentlemen, win!"

"My human race has billions of trillions. Although there are only tens of thousands of Confucian scholars, there are billions of warriors! My human race should be prosperous!"

"There are still heroes in battle! It's a pity that I'm not in the army. I can't see Guan Yunchang riding thousands of miles alone, I can't see Zhao Zilong seven times in and seven out to save A Dou, and I can't see Zhang Yide drinking down the Dangyang Bridge!"

"Study the Three Kingdoms hard, but I haven't seen the Three Kingdoms yet!"

"That's why I read Three Kingdoms, but I can't outline the charm of the heroic spirit?"

"Brother, you are joking. I heard from my father that it seems that in order to outline the charm of a heroic spirit, it needs the gestation of Blood Qi on the battlefield."

"I heard that not only heroic spirits, but some people even comprehend the art of war!"

"Why is this difficult? Haven't finished the latest "The Legend of Condor Heroes" yet? Guo Jing and Huang Rong have assisted Xiangyang for 20 years."

"Wan Anbo said: A great chivalrous man serves the country and the people!"

"Now that Wan Anbo has chosen the land of the Holy Path, he has also chosen Dongcang City in the Northland."

"Respect to the soldiers of the Northern Territory, respect to Wan Amber!" Someone shouted.

"Respect to the soldiers of the Northern Territory, respect to Wan Amber!"

After drinking the wine in the bowl in one gulp, a strong man suddenly stood up and smashed the wine bowl in his hand.

"Go north today, vote for Dongcang!"

Immediately someone echoed and said: "My dear brother's words won my heart. I am willing to walk with you, go north today, and vote in Dongcang together!"

"Go together! Go together!"

"Go north! Go north!"

...

The impact continues.

At this moment, not only in Zhongjing, but also in all the prefectures and prefectures of Daxuan, little changes are taking place.

"Brother, I want to go to Dongcang City!" Said Wandering Xia'er on the street, "Wan Anbo let us realize the Martial Dao, and I have a lot of courage, but I spend my time in this village all day long."

"I want to go to Dongcang City, listen to Wan Anbo's teachings, and make further progress on Martial Dao. In the future, I will compete with the barbarians!" The young man bowed deeply to his respected elder brother on weekdays.

The mighty man looked at the twenty or so righteous brothers in front of him, and nodded: "I want to go north for my brother. I have sold the house and land, and I have some money. You take it and divide it. Let it be road money."

The leading boy was taken aback for a moment: "Elder brother is going to Dongcang City too? Then what is the road fare? I'll just follow my elder brother?"

Weiwuzi shook his head: "You are still young, Martial Dao can go a step further, and going to Dongcang is just right. Brother Yu has limited talent, and is willing to join the army at the Great Wall of Zhengqi."

"I used to think that when I joined the army, I was at best a cook and handyman, but Wan Amber gave me the ability to fight against the barbarians. If we don't go now, when will we wait!"

"My virtuous brothers, let's leave this farewell, green mountains and green waters, and hope to meet again in the Great Wall of Righteous Qi someday!"

"Hehewufu, for the country and the people!"

Nawei Wuhanzi saluted deeply, and everyone quickly returned the salute: "Hehe Wufu, for the country and the people!"

...

The same thing happened almost everywhere in Daxuan. If there is a Saint overlooking Daxuan, you can see the flow of Xixi people heading north, some of them go to the major towns in the north, and some of them go to Dongcang City.

...

Yuezhou, Nanyu Mansion, Meng Family.

"Father, everyone is here."

The three generations of great Confucians of the Meng family are well-known scholarly families in Nanyu's mansion.

At this time, Meng Huizu, who was sitting in the middle hall, opened his eyes, looked at his descendants kneeling on the ground, and sighed.

Family reproduction and strong incense should be a good thing, but there are more people and more waste.

If it's just a prodigal, forget it; I'm afraid that some dudes will come out and harm others.

Meng Huizu nodded: "Today, a great victory in the Northern Territory!"

"We old people have just made a decision. Starting today, the family school will open a martial arts hall again. From now on, I, a member of the Meng family, can be either Confucianism or martial arts."

"Don't study Confucianism, don't practice martial arts. After the age of eighteen, the family tree will be picked out, and a settling money will be given. From then on, it has no connection with my Meng family."

"In addition, Sanfang Jinghui, the Martial Dao Cultivation Base has reached eleven Meridians, raising seventy-two acupoint(s). Starting tomorrow, take half of the family's wealth and bring this house brother north to Dongcang!"

"Reopen the door of the Meng family in Dongcang City, and become the direct line of the Meng family's martial arts."

"Although the martial vein is weak, it will become the foundation of the human race!"

"As far as I know, countless aristocratic families have made the same decision."

"Besides, the old man thought that Wan Amber would be able to open the way to heaven again!"

"No more discussion, just do it."

After speaking, Meng Huizu tapped the crutch in his hand, and his figure disappeared in place.

During Setsuna, the Meng Mansion became busy.

...

The red sun is rising.

Hundreds of officials in the Changming Palace discussed it all night, and finally walked out of the Changming Palace.

About the adjustment of the Northern Territory front, about the reconfiguration of the army, about the strengthening of the promotion of Martial Dao... With the success, one after another was thrown into the Changming Palace.

Of course, these issues cannot be concluded overnight. It is foreseeable that in the next month or even several months, these regulations will be discussed repeatedly before they will be finally promulgated.

But everyone already feels that the pace of the new era has slowly come.

This time, only one matter was finally agreed upon, and the imperial decree with the jade seal had left Zhongjing long before the sun rose and headed for Dongcang City.

The content of the purpose is only one——

Great work!

Fenghou!