I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The movements on Chen Luo's side naturally attracted some attention. Ji Zhong whispered in Chen Luo's ear, "My lord, I invite you from your heart, you should write a little bit. Otherwise, if it spreads out, it will be criticized by those Confucian scholars who are conservative..."

write a little? What do I write?

Chen Luo looked confused, I am not even a member of your system, you want me to write a thought report?

What can I write?

Generally, in this kind of situation where the Tao in the heart is revealed, other traversers often just wave a pen, and the four words of Hengqu can immediately shock the world.

"Set up a heart for the world, a life for the people, a secret technique for the past, and peace for all generations!"

How domineering to say it!

But--

You just read it!

What else?

Worry about the worries of Innate, and enjoy the joy of the world afterward?

There is already a great Confucian named Fan Zhongyan in this world!

It's nothing more than "Yueyang Tower" instead of "Yueyang Tower".

How to do?

You can’t write about building a well-off society in an all-round way and realizing common prosperity, right?

Even if you write it, you can’t understand it...

"Yes!" Chen Luo's mind flashed, and there was a sentence that seemed to exist in this world.

Chen Luo wrote as he said, picked up the brush, dipped in the ink, and wrote——

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!

The source of this sentence comes from "Rizhilu·Zhengshi" written by Gu Yanwu, a thinker in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. .

Later, in the late Qing Dynasty, it was summarized by Liang Qichao, one of the leaders of the Reform Movement of 1898 and a thinker, into a written language pattern of eight characters.

...

Just as Chen Luo finished writing, a phantom of a big turtle suddenly appeared on the paper, with a stone tablet on its back.

"Bixi camel stele!" The people around exclaimed, and even Wei Yan looked sideways, with a look of surprise on his face.

Ji Zhong was overjoyed: "My lord, this is a vision of Wen Cheng's penetrating, which shows that the words of the young master are enough to carry a literary way. No matter whether it fits this literary heart or not, this article has the potential to be an Immortal statement. You hurry to Write down, look at the bare stone tablet..."

Chen Luo Bai glanced at Ji Zhong, you let me write down and I will write down, don't I want a face?

Of course I know these eight characters. The problem is that I only know these eight characters. What else should I write?

It is the same as the college entrance examination, do you have to have no less than 800 words?

Chen Luo complained wildly in his heart, but his complexion did not show any abnormality, and he looked confident.

"Think of it as writing an argumentative essay. The argument has already been thrown out, add a few more arguments, and then the conclusion will be fine..." After all, Chen Luo worked as a supporting teacher in a mountainous area before crossing. Still have some experience.

To be honest, he is now fully committed to getting the road of the mortal world, and he really hasn't thought about being a Confucianist.

Not to mention that it is impossible to get it, even if it is possible, he does not really want to fight for it.

After all, scholars are suffering!

...

Just when Chen Luo was searching for famous quotes and allusions suitable for these eight-character arguments in this world, there was a sudden "bang" from the viewing audience, and a Confucian scholar in the square kicked away the square table transformed by Wenxin.

The Confucian scholar looked to be about twenty years old, with an unobtrusive appearance, when he opened his mouth, he let out a pretty girlish voice, with a trace of anger: "Hmph! What a disrepute! You don't even have a single word!" Let this girl write it up..."

At the same time, a gloomy and hoarse voice sounded out of nowhere: "Girl, I said before that you are not from Wan'an County, so you can't fool Wen Xin!"

The conversation between the old and the young stole Chen Luo's limelight in an instant, and all eyes were on the Confucian scholar standing in the center of the square. On the steps, Wei Yan snorted coldly: "Pretending to be a ghost, you are waiting!"

As Wei Yan spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the Confucian scholar who had spoken earlier, only to see a book case appeared out of thin air around the Confucian scholar, as if to seal the Confucian scholar away. At this moment, the space in front of the Confucian scholar distorted, and an old woman with white hair and chicken skin appeared from the distorted space.

The old woman opened her mouth, and a black cloud flew out of the old woman's sky, and immediately rushed onto the bookcase that Wei Yan had just condensed, and the bookcase began to corrode visibly with the naked eye. If you look closely, you can find that the dark clouds are densely packed worms, and the worms are eating Wei Yan's Confucianism bookcase at this time.

"Gu?" Wei Yan's face changed, "Who are you?"

At this time, the Confucian scholar spoke again: "Who are we? Don't bother Wei Daru, but this literary heart is ours, and today it must be returned to its original owner!"

The Confucian scholar raised his right hand high, and the square table on the square that had been transformed by Wenxin turned back into wisps of blue light, flying towards the Confucian scholar's raised right hand, condensing into the previous Wenxin appearance. Even on the desk in front of Chen Luo on the viewing platform, the undersized phantom resisted for a moment before collapsing, turning into a blue light and flying towards the Confucian scholar.

"Protect Wenxin!" A Confucian scholar suddenly shouted, emitting a thin layer of blue light all over his body, and rushed towards the strange Confucian scholar and the old woman. As soon as this remark came out, all Confucian scholars reacted one after another, shouting "Protect Wenxin" in unison, and rushed to the two people in the field.

The old woman waved her sleeves again, and once again a cloud of black clouds flew out, spread out, and rushed towards the Confucian scholar. The black clouds are naturally Gu worms, which easily breakthrough the righteous defense of the Confucian scholars and shoot into the body. Almost instantly, most of those Confucian scholars fell down.

"Presumptuous!" Wei Yan was furious, and pointed at the two with one hand, and a giant brush that held up to the sky appeared on the heads of the strange scholar and the old woman in Setsuna. The tip of the pen swiped in the air, and a black ink mark flew towards the two of them. It seemed that as long as they were stained by this ink mark, they would disappear into the world.

Confucian supernatural powers: write it off!

The old woman took a deep breath, and three pairs of crystal insect wings appeared on her back. Her body suddenly grew taller, revealing exquisite curves. She flew up and faced the falling ink mark, opened her mouth and roared, but no sound came out of the weird thing.

But as she roared, the space shook, and the ink marks collapsed in the shaking space.

The weird Confucian scholar chuckled, and the clear female voice was still clear: "Mr. Wei, don't get angry, and we don't want to cause trouble. These Confucian scholars are just falling asleep under the sleepiness of Nanny Rong, and their lives are not in danger..."

At this moment, Nanny Rong, who had turned into a young woman, fell to the ground again. Wei Yan's eyes were blue, staring at her: "Incarnation Gu? Zhenxuansi's information is indeed correct, you are not dead!"

"Mr. Wei's words are too much. In all fairness, even if you are dead, we can still dig your graves..." The Confucian scholar responded, and then said to Nanny Rong, "Mr. Rong, Wen Xin Got it, let's go..."

"Want to leave, dreaming!" Wei Yan stretched out his hand again, as if to show Confucianism. This is the mother Rong pointing at Wei Yan. The palm of his hand turned black rapidly at this moment.

"You played a Gu in the death light of the dark qi!" Wei Yan looked at Nanny Rong.

Mother Rong said indifferently: "You should immediately activate your righteous energy, and you will naturally be able to force the Gu worms out in an hour. If you want to stop us, you will die."

After Mammy Rong finished speaking, she turned around and grabbed the weird scholar and was about to leave, when suddenly a great Confucian aura that was not inferior to Wei Yan burst out. A majestic voice sounded——

"Two, stay here..."