I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The bustling city of Zhongjing is still there, countless people leave, and countless people come again. It is like a standing rock in the tide, I open my arms when the waves come, and I will never hold back when the waves go away.

The only constant in the world is change that is happening all the time.

Those who have just entered the city can only vaguely hear the grand occasion caused by Wan Amber from the mouths of some old tea drinkers. It was a glorious period: the three songs of lovesickness and sorrow in the Linglong Tower killed people, the four chapters of Linhuang Lei were handed down to shock the world; The wind of storytelling.

Although there are still Daxuanmin newspapers, and there are still new serials, but only the old Zhongjing people will drink a sip of hot tea, pinch their teeth, shake their heads, and say in a tone that has experienced the vicissitudes of life: "It's different. , it’s completely different from before.”

"In the past in Zhongjing, Wan Anbo wrote it on the front foot, and our men could listen to it on the back foot. What is this called? Scorpion shit—the only one!"

"In the past, you wanted to grab a seat in the Beifeng Building? Oh, don't brag, we common people, if we are in the sky, we are in the side building, and we can't get into the main building at all!"

"There's also the blade business. It's booming. Ask the price? Ask the price of the blades sent to Wan Amber? How many give as much as you want!"

"Let me tell you, when we old Zhongjing people go out in the morning, instead of saying good morning, we first spit on the ground, stomped our feet, and shouted 'Shame of the literati' together. Our hearts are refreshed, and this day will really begin!"

"Hey, don't say it, only us men can scold, if anyone dares to say a word, fuck him!"

"It's not like now, hey..." The unscrupulous old ruffian sighed, "Only the song outside Beicheng remains."

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky..."

Xiao Er served some side dishes, looked at the young man who was stunned by the old ruffian, and joked: "Dude, you're new to the city, right? Don't listen to Hu Erye fooling around, talking like Wan An Uncle, no, it’s Marquis Wu now, and it’s the same as Lord Marquis has been gone for a hundred and eighty years.”

"It's a lot of money, Lord Hou will leave Beijing for twenty days. If you want to listen to books, you can find any restaurant. There are a lot of storytellers now."

Hu Erye raised his leg and kicked Xiaoer: "Only you can! Only you can! Run to your hall with peace of mind..."

Xiaoer ran away giggling, and an old man with a gray beard smacked his mouth: "It's not all nonsense, it's really different."

"For example, Huazui Nansheng no longer sits in the hall to tell stories..."

...

In the east of the city, there is a quiet courtyard.

Seeing the servant girl busy tidying up, Xiao Hexiang raised her hand and poured a glass of wine for Nan Yuanxi.

"Sir, the carriages and horses have been hired. Do you need to prepare some food and drink? What's on the way?"

Nan Yuanxi shook his head: "No need."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Xiao Hexiang again: "I just wronged you. I haven't lived a good life for a few days, and I want to run around with me again."

Xiao Hexiang shook her head slightly, and said softly: "If you follow Mr. Xiang, you won't feel wronged."

Nan Yuanxi grabbed Xiao Hexiang's hand, and said seriously: "Master Hou is my benefactor, logically, I should have followed him when he went north."

"It's just that I was worried that I would be a burden and cause Lord Hou to worry, so I held back my desire to follow."

"Recently, Mr. Sang wrote to me, saying that people in the world are now heading north, and there are an endless stream of people going to Dongcang."

"This is the time when Master Hou is employing people. Although I, Nanyuan Xi, have little ability, I still have some meager strength. An Neng can sit and enjoy life in Zhongjing."

Xiao Hexiang held Nan Yuanxi's hand instead: "Master, you don't need to explain to me."

"This concubine doesn't understand the affairs between your husbands. I only know where my husband is, and that's where I am."

Nan Yuanxi's heart warmed, he stood up and bowed solemnly to Xiao Hexiang.

"Nan Sheng will definitely live up to his wife in this life!"

...

The words are divided into two ends, each expressing one branch.

Chen Luo walked on the avenue of Dongcang City frowning, his face gloomy, even the fiery construction scene in the whole city didn't put him in a good mood.

Just last night, a nasty incident of bloodshed and wounding occurred in the temporary residential area in the east of the city.

A group of people who just entered Dongcang City a few days ago suddenly attacked others at night, killing three people and injuring a dozen others. If the Sixth Senior Sister hadn't discovered it in time and controlled the murderer, the consequences might have been disastrous.

Chen Luo couldn't understand. The temporary residence area was selected according to the number plate, and the assailant had no connection with the victim. How could there be such a hurtful act?

Or is this someone with ulterior motives sent into Dongcang City?

I went to steal the barbarian's house under the barbarian sky, but someone wants to steal my house?

Chen Luo must check it out.

It has to be said that although Chen Luo was only the city lord for twenty days, Chen Luo also exuded a bit of majesty at this time.

Under the guidance of Yang Nanzhong, Chen Luo came to the temporary prison in Chengweiying and met the instigator of last night's bloody case.

This is a man about forty years old, who is bound all over at this time, kneeling on the ground, not saying a word.

Chen Luo's red eyes flickered, and he saw through the opponent's Cultivation Base.

The Meridians have passed three, but Ren Du has not, and is still in the state of Tongmai, at best, he is a little stronger than ordinary people.

Taking the other party's ID card, Chen Luo frowned slightly.

"Guo Qi, forty-two years old, from Luozhou, made a living by stretching before coming to Dongcang."

"Guo Qi!" Sitting in front of the other party, Chen Luo said calmly, "Why do you want to kill people?"

Guo Qi quickly explained: "Master Hou, I don't know! The villain took the job of logging in Dayeling yesterday, and when he came back he was very tired, and then he fell asleep. When the villain opened his eyes, he took the wood in his hand. With a knife."

"But the villain really doesn't know anything! The villain came to Dongcang with the big guy to make a living, not to kill anyone!"

"Don't know anything?" Chen Luo looked at Guo Qi, whose eyes were sunken and his eyes were dull.

"Sixth Senior Sister!" Chen Luo called softly, and soon Yun Siyao's voice sounded next to his ears: "His soul has not been tampered with."

Chen Luo slapped the table suddenly: "Guo Qi, how dare you argue? When the incident happened, you and your companion rushed out of the residence with a knife, and chopped everyone you saw! Tell me, who sent you here."

"It's okay if you don't admit it. I owe you a little favor. I invite all the Confucian scholars and the Daoist masters to investigate a little bit to see how deep your master can hide behind you!"

Guo Qi was so frightened that he quickly kowtowed and said, "Master Hou, Lord Hou, the villain really doesn't know what's going on!"

"I just... just yesterday, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that the wild blood beasts in Daye Ridge were chasing me, and then I woke up."

"I really don't know anything!"

"Nightmare?" Chen Luo's heart skipped a beat, it's impossible, if it was related to the nightmare, it would definitely affect the soul, but the sixth senior sister was sure that the soul of the other party had not been tampered with.

At this time, Yang Nanzhong seemed to have thought of something, and arched his cupped hands to Chen Luo: "Master Hou, I have some ideas in the end, and I want to try it."

Chen Luo nodded, and saw Yang Nanzhong walking in front of Guo Qi, stretching out his hand, and a blue aura of righteousness entered Guo Qi's body from the top of Guo Qi's head, wandered around Guo Qi for a while, and finally stayed at the heart.

With a thought in Yang Nanzhong's mind, the awe-inspiring righteousness rushed along his pulse, and Guo Qi spurted out a mouthful of blood. When the blood fell to the ground, there was a wisp of gray breath on it, and Guo Qi also spit out the blood After that, he fell to the ground and passed out.

Seeing the gray aura above the blood, Yang Nanzhong let out a long sigh of relief, and said to Chen Luo, "Master Hou, I will never know what's going on."

"This matter has nothing to do with external forces."

Chen Luo was a little surprised: "What's going on?"

Yang Nanzhong organized his words: "Master Hou, do you know Ying Xiao?"

"Ying Xiao?" Chen Luo was taken aback.

Of course Chen Luo knew Ying Xiao.

The so-called camp roar is because the military regulations of the barracks are strict, the soldiers are extremely depressed, and because they may die at any time, all the psychological pressure is extremely great. Under such circumstances, soldiers would most likely have nightmares. If someone screamed in a nightmare, it would detonate the backlog of pressure in the hearts of those around them, and quickly spread a hysterical mood, thus completely getting rid of the madness of military discipline.

Ying Xiao has always been the enemy of an army. If it is not handled properly, a hundred thousand troops may kill each other overnight.

But, what does this have to do with Guo Qi?

Dongcang City doesn't have so many rules, and it's an open city that doesn't restrict anyone's freedom. How could it be related to Ying Xiao?

Seeing the puzzled expression on Chen Luo's face, Yang Nanzhong explained: "Master Hou, Ying Xiao is just an analogy, but Guo Qi's situation can indeed be understood as Ying Xiao."

"This kind of thing happens occasionally in the north, but most of them happen to people in the south."

"Southerners who go north are not used to the water and soil in the north. Especially the wild wind. I grew up in the north and I have long been used to the wild wind. But in fact, there is a trace of the power of the wild in the wild wind. If the human race is ignorant If we are weak, it will interfere with the consciousness of our human race, making people unconscious and frantic."

"There is a saying in the northern border, that is, if you don't beat for three days, you will go to the house to expose the tiles. It's not that my parents in the northern border are keen on beating their children. It's just that the children are sometimes affected by the wild wind and behave biasedly. They often wake up after being beaten."

"So the savage wind has little effect on the mentality of my native people in the north. But it may not be the case for people in the south."

"In addition, Ruoben is depressed in his heart, unable to vent, and blocked in his heart, so he will do things like Ying Xiao."

"Just now, at the end of the day, Guo Qi will be forced out of the blood in Guo Qi's heart, and that gray gas is the depression in his heart!"

Hearing Yang Nanzhong's explanation, Chen Luo also understood.

He looked at Guo Qi who was unconscious on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and said: "The murderer will pay with his life, and the wounder will be punished according to the situation, and will be classified as a prisoner. As for those who did not hurt anyone, they will be expelled from Dongcang City."

"Notify the political affairs hall to suspend the task of going out of the city below the level of Qi cultivation."

"I need to think about this matter."

After Chen Luo finished speaking, he walked out of the temporary prison with a heavy heart.

...

Back at the City Lord's Mansion, Chen Luo went straight into the study.

Guo Qi's matter is resolved, but this kind of matter is just the beginning. Southerners accounted for nearly half of the flow of people going to Dongcang. Most of them are Practitioners who came after Martial Dao, and some, like Guo Qi, want to come to Dongcang City to start over and make a living.

This time it was Guo Qi's small team of a dozen people who had problems. What if ten or a hundred times as many people had problems?

The source of the problem is very simple. To put it bluntly, it is boring.

Maybe it's homesickness, maybe it's loneliness, maybe it's boredom, plus some people are willing to hide things in their hearts, and as time goes on, they become depressed and unhappy, and then they are suddenly blown by the savage wind——

The whole person is dead!

This is a question of spiritual civilization construction.

A fulfilling and pleasant spiritual culture can make people happier.

At this time, Chen Luo suddenly thought of Nanyuan Xi.

If Nanyuan is alive, speaking two paragraphs of books every day may also have a good effect.

Speaking of which, should we plan a few stadiums, introduce rugby and football, and give vent to the group of men with excess energy.

This is not enough, but also take into account men, women and children.

However, under the current conditions, what is the most popular form of entertainment?

Chen Luo slapped his thigh, what a play!

It is human nature to go to the theater.

In this world, there is no need to pursue singing, reciting or playing, and there is no need to pay attention to accents and accents. As long as the story is written, the roles are assigned, and a few people stand on the stage, isn't it possible to act?

When I first entered the Dreamland Garden of Flowers, I still remember that the flickering light of idle books also included some opera texts such as "The Peony Pavilion", "The Romance of the West Chamber", and "Pairing of Celestial Immortals"!

As for the soundtrack and singing, speaking of it, isn't there a talented music girl by my side?

Chen Luo was thinking, when there was a knock on the door, Luo Hongnu's voice sounded: "Master Hou..."

Chen Luo quickly responded, and Luo Hongnu pushed the door in, holding a jug in his hand.

"Hongnu has newly prepared some fruit wine. Master Hou will taste it to see if it suits your taste. If you like it, I will make more." Luo Hongnu obediently put the jug on the table.

"Don't worry about it." Chen Luo smiled like a flower, looked at Luo Hongnu, "Hongnu, do you want to learn opera?"

(If you want to know what happens next, see the next chapter for decomposition)

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