I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

(There are still extra stories in the writer's words)

Zhongjing City, Spring and Autumn Hall.

Sima Lie stood on the square of the Spring and Autumn Hall, with a hint of doubt on his face, looking at the northern sky.

A historian and great Confucianism passed by, and when he saw Sima Lie, he was also very curious, and he stepped forward and saluted: "Old Mr. Sima, what are you doing?"

Sima Lie shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't know either, it's just that the river of time has changed just now, and it seems that something recorded in history has happened!"

The great scholar of the historian was slightly taken aback, and felt it for a moment, and said: "I didn't notice anything."

At this moment, a master historian ran out from the Chen Pavilion and shouted: "Master, the chronometer has moved! The chronometer has moved!"

The chronometer, a treasure of historians, is a huge hourglass. The upper half is filled with the sand of time, and the lower half is divided into eight parts, corresponding to the four parts of east, south, west, north, northeast, northwest, southeast and southwest. direction. Whenever a major event happens to historians, there will be a sense, and the place where the event happened is judged by the amount of falling sand.

"But what's going on in the north?" Sima Li walked forward quickly, and the historian's face was also tense.

Now the north is at a time when the war is stalemate. If there is a big event for historians, it will be either a huge victory or a disastrous defeat!

But how is it possible?

Could it be... Man Shen and Man Ji disregarded the agreement between the two heavens and forcibly made a move.

At this time, the historian master had already run in front of the two of them, and said, "Thirty-six thousand miles to the northeast!"

Immediately, Sima Lie and the historian Daru flashed a map of Daxuan's territory, 36,000 miles to the northeast.

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Dong Cang City!"

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Sima Lie's eyes.

"The old man teleports over with the power of the Holy Dao of the Great Gate of History, and you sit in the Spring and Autumn Hall!"

"Yes!"

With a wave of Sima Lie's sleeve, he disappeared in place.

The great scholar of the historian turned his head to the side, with a look of doubt on his face: "Dongcang City, Marquis Wu?"

...

Dongcang City.

At this time, the other great scholars who sensed the power of Heavenly Dao also appeared one after another.

Soon, Yun Siyao and Wu Litao also appeared behind Chen Luo.

Seeing Yun Siyao, many great Confucian scholars saluted one after another.

After Yun Siyao returned the gift, when he saw the first electric pattern tablet, his eyes flashed, and he understood the whole story.

"Junior brother wants to answer three questions about running a school?"

"This song 'Used to Chang Ye Over Spring' is the first song!"

Yun Siyuan looked at Chen Luo. At this time, Chen Luo's long sword pierced the second stone slab half an inch, and he stood there, closing his eyes and meditating.

The second question about running a school: how!

Helpless, helpless, desperate, what should I do?

The cries of countless people seem to flash in Chen Luo's mind. They are angry, they are sad, they curse God, they pray to God, they don't understand why only those who have mastered the Talent can get the favor of Heavenly Dao and survive Power in the world.

People are like grass, why bother to give birth!

Chen Luo let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and his wrists fluttered.

"It's moving, Lord Hou is moving."

"The first sentence came out."

On the stone slab, a row of strong and powerful characters appeared.

"Kyushu is angry and relies on wind and thunder."

"Kyushu? That's right. Back then, the human dynasty divided the world and divided the territory of the human race into Kyushu, which was called the ancient Kyushu in history. Master Hou's sentence should be based on this allusion."

"This sentence clearly shows that the vitality of the human race needs the emergence of new forces like wind and thunder. It has the meaning of "thunder strikes the wind and shocks the households, and the sky opens and the earth turns Hongjun"!"

"Look, Master Hou has written the second sentence."

Chen Luo wrote the second line of the poem at this time——

"It's a pity that ten thousand horses are silent."

At this sentence, a sense of lament spread throughout the audience.

Xiang Jixuan shook his head and sighed: "Po Xian once said in the "Three Horses Picture Praise": The northern barbarian tribute horse, with a head height of eight feet, a dragon head and a phoenix bone, a tiger back and a leopard badge, came out of Donghua. door, enter the Tiansi Prison, the mane shakes and screams, and all horses are silent."

"Hou Ye uses horses as a metaphor for people. I am a majestic human race, with a population nearly twice that of the barbarians. However, everyone in the barbarians is a soldier, but only people who can read well in my human race can fight against it. Therefore, one horse crows, ten thousand horses are silent. , what a pity..."

"This sentence corresponds to the previous sentence, and it really points out why the power of wind and thunder is needed to stir up one's anger."

Chen Luo had blocked the comments of the people around him at this time, and he felt a force wrapped around him, making every stroke of his sword tip several times more difficult than before.

Chen Luo was full of mortal energy, and it was continuously blessed in Chen Luo's sword-holding hand. The tip of the sword was half an inch deeper, and the light was shining on it. It was just the first stroke, which was equivalent to the moment of the sword of Master Wenbao. exploded.

"Hou Ye, use this sword!" A long sword with a bumpy body appeared in Xiang Jixuan's hand, and he threw it to Chen Luo, "With this sword, this old man killed hundreds of comrades and common people who were cursed by the barbarians and could not be cured. It is the pain of our human race, the pain of the human race, and it is also the sword of the old man! Now it is a treasure of great Confucianism!"

Xiang Jixuan threw the sword to Chen Luo, but was caught by Chen Luo.

Chen Luo held the deadly sword in his hand, as if he heard the roar of the human race in the sword, he pierced the tip of the sword into the stone slab again, and finally finished the whole poem——

Kyushu is angry and relies on wind and thunder,

It is sad that all horses are silent.

I beseech God to cheer up again,

Eclectic drop talent!

After the poem, the long silence!

After a while, Xiang Jixuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Jian Tian! This is Jian Tian!"

"Release talents without sticking to one pattern! Wow, well said!"

"This human race should have been eclectic long ago!"

While everyone was discussing, there was a cracking sound from the second stone slab.

"Huh? Could it be that Heavenly Dao doesn't accept the remonstrance and wants to destroy this monument?"

"This...how is this possible!"

But in the eyes of everyone, there are more and more cracks on the stone slab.

"Heavenly Dao, why are you...huh?"

A great scholar was about to scold the sky with angry eyes when he suddenly choked on his words.

Because the cracks in the second stone slab, the fragrance of the air came out, and it spread away in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, strands of green onion seedlings emerged from the crack, turning into zhicao and bluegrass, and a giant jade tree phantom loomed behind the stone tablet!

"Zhilan Yushu!" Yun Siyao said.

Hearing Yun Siyao's words, all the great Confucians suddenly recognized this vision——

Zhilan Yushu!

The Xie family, a semi-sacred family in the previous dynasty, produced semi-sages for three consecutive generations. Heavenly Dao was born with orchid and jade trees in its courtyard, so the talented descendants of the Xie family are also known as the Xie family treasure tree. Wang Wei once wrote "The precious tree of the Xie family, and the neighbors of the Meng family". Later, Zhilan Yushu was the synonym for outstanding children.

It's just that I didn't expect that after thousands of years, the people present actually witnessed the vision of "Zhilan Yushu" again, and it was born from the stone out of thin air.

"Eclectic!" Xiang Jixuan couldn't believe it, "Heavenly Dao is responding to Lord Hou!"

"Eclectic Treasure Tree!"

...

Zhongjing City, Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan, who was reviewing the chapters, suddenly paused, and the brush in his hand was suspended in mid-air. His eyes shifted slightly, looking at the teacup by the side of his hand.

The tea in the tea cup swayed slightly, and the floating tea leaves moved slowly like a boat.

Immediately afterwards, the heavier pen holder on the desk also began to shake.

Yan Baichuan suddenly pressed down on the desk, suppressing the shaking of the desk.

"Earthquake?" Yan Baichuan frowned. how is this possible? Zhongjing City is the most benevolent place of the human race, and it has its own formation layout, so how could there be earthquakes.

Could it be the aftermath of the semi-holy battle?

Yan Baichuan turned back and forth in an instant, when Leng Hanbing rushed in: "Mr. Wen, Wenchang Pavilion has moved!"

"The old man knows!"

"No, I mean, only Wenchang Pavilion moved!"

Yan Baichuan was taken aback, and instantly understood Leng Hanbing's words. He suddenly closed his eyes, and Divine Sense covered the entire Wenchang Pavilion.

It's not the earthquake, but the space of Wenchang Pavilion is shaking!

"Wen Xiang, what's going on?" Leng Hanbing asked.

"I am the head of Wenchang Pavilion, Guan Tian, ​​who is teaching the world, this is the way of teaching!"

Yan Baichuan opened his eyes and calculated with both hands.

From the top to the bottom, there is a lot of Yuanheng, Ji.

The fourteenth hexagram, Huotian Dayou hexagram.

Yan Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then continued to calculate. After a while, his face showed doubts.

"Dong Cang?"

Leng Hanbing's ears twitched: "Minister of War? What Dongcang? Is it related to Marquis Wu?"

Yan Baichuan nodded: "Not bad!"

Leng Hanbing: "This subordinate wishes..."

Yan Baichuan said directly: "Old man, go to Dongcang quickly, you stay in Wenchang Pavilion!"

Leng Hanbing was taken aback, and wanted to say more, Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves, and disappeared in place...

...

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Luo, and they followed Chen Luo to the third stone slab.

The third question of running a school: What do you want?

If this path goes to the end, what kind of scene will it look like?

Of the three questions about running a school, the first and second questions are the most difficult, and the third question is much easier to answer.

Throughout the ages, the best third question is Zhang Hengqu's "open peace for all generations".

I don't know how Master Hou will look forward to it?

Everyone is like a dragon?

It's not impossible!

Chen Luo's face was also relaxed at this time, looking at the third stone slab.

The Jue Ming sword in his hand was raised and pierced into the stone slab.

At this moment, he thought of a character from his previous life.

The old man with mixed praise and criticism.

Chen Luo flipped his wrist, and a poem was written like flowing water.

The husband holds the Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit is higher than that of Baichilou.

Whoever wrote the history for 10,000 years will behead a barbarian 3,000 miles away.

Definitely follow Linwu with swift feet, and chase water gulls if you have leisure time.

With a smile, he pointed to the moon in the sky of Manyuan, which shines in the fourteen states of Daxuan.

"Okay!" A loud roar sounded, and everyone followed the prestige, only to see a space twisting, and a vicissitudes of life emerged.

"The historian's giant gate?" Yun Siyao showed doubts.

The historian's giant gate does not have the function of teleportation, but requires the historians to find the footprints of the predecessors behind the gate, integrate with themselves, and achieve the purpose of rapid transfer, which consumes a lot of money.

At this time, the huge door slowly opened a crack, and a figure flew out from it.

When Xiang Jixuan and the others saw the person coming, they hurriedly saluted: "I met Mr. Sima."

Chen Luo was also stunned, Sima Lie, why is he here?

Chen Luo stepped forward to salute: "Old Mr. Sima, you..."

"Get out of the way!"

Sima Lie bypassed Chen Luo, walked in front of the first stele, stopped for a moment, stood in front of the second stele, and sighed: "Dianwen stele, Zhilan Yushu!"

"Okay, Chen Luo, why didn't you call me in advance when you wrote this?"

"I can't witness such a vision with my own eyes, I have some regrets in my life!"

After speaking, Sima Lie stood in front of the third inscription and nodded slightly.

Xiang Jixuan cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Sima, you are a great historian, why don't you comment on this poem that our Lord Hou asked the third question!"

Sima Lie glanced at Xiang Jixuan, knowing that the other party

"The third piece is a bit less literary, but full of heroism!"

"The first sentence has the meaning of Li Changji's 'why don't men wear Wu hooks', and the second half of the sentence is a paraphrase of 'go one step further'!"

"The old man likes the second sentence, whoever wrote the history for 10,000 years, beheaded the barbarian's head 3,000 miles away. There is a lot of pride, just care about today's happiness, and don't care about his fame before and after his life!"

"The third sentence is slightly flat, follow in the footsteps of Emperor Lin and Martial God, and don't play and waste time."

"It's the fourth sentence, which is the reason why the old man applauds it."

As he spoke, Sima Lie looked at Chen Luo: "What a boy, what an ambition."

"I want to take that Mantianxia as Daxuan's fourteenth state!"

Chen Luo said with a smile: "I haven't done it before, so how do I know?"

"No one has succeeded so far!"

"I haven't tried it yet!"

Sima Lie and Chen Luo looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing together.

At this moment, I saw the third stone tablet shaking slightly, and during the shaking, there was a strange sound coming from the stone tablet.

While everyone was puzzled, Sima Lie's eyes froze.

I, Sima Lie, rushed to Dongcang City with great effort, why?

Isn’t it just to see these rare visions with your own eyes?

Write a sentence in the history books: My relatives saw it... what a grandeur!

Yun Siyao took a step back at this time.

The voice in the third stone tablet became louder and louder, and suddenly, a ray of light shot out from the stone tablet. When the light fell on the ground, it grew in the wind and instantly transformed into a beast.

The whole body of the beast is black, like a turtle, with teeth!

Chen Luo felt happy when he saw the other party.

old friend.

Boom!

However, unlike the phantoms and stone statues I have seen before, this one seems to be made of flesh and blood.

"Shi Sheng, hello!" Sima Lie excitedly said, "Shi Sheng, hello!"

"The last time Shi Sheng Bixi was written by Qin Shaoyou, Su Poxian, and Mi Fu jointly wrote the Three Wonders Stele."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

At this moment, Bi Xi poked his head left and right, and suddenly crawled towards Chen Luo, seemingly slow, but actually very fast, appearing in front of Chen Luo in the blink of an eye, Bi Xi shook his back slightly, and then I saw a blank stone tablet growing slowly from its back.

"I want to recognize you as the master!" At this moment, a familiar voice came, and Chen Luo turned his head, only to see Yan Baichuan standing beside him at some point, but his face was flushed and his chest heaved violently. Sweat profusely, as if running a marathon.

Yan Baichuan tried his best to calm down his own tone: "Written at this time, if the implication of the inscription can overwhelm Bixi, this Bixi will become the guardian beast of your martial arts academy, and you will be lucky!"

"Fang today, there are flesh and blood to suppress, but there are only five fingers."

When Chen Luo heard this, he nodded, stretched out his hand to touch the stone tablet on Bixi's back, and said with a smile in his heart, "It was you back then, and it's still you now, so it won't change."

Chen Luo's hand was attached to the stone tablet, and his heart was connected with Bixi. Immediately, lime fell off the stone tablet, and finally condensed eight large characters——

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!

The stele was completed, and the flesh and blood shook the sky and shouted, and the sound shook the sky.

Sima Lie flicked his sleeves, and a history book unfolded in front of him, and Sima Li picked up his pen——

"In the forty-sixth year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, in winter and December, Marquis Wu answered three questions about running a school in the half-repaired martial arts academy in East Cangcheng. The camel stele recognizes the master, and Marquis Wu writes "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world", thinking that the academy motto, Martial Dao enlightenment, starts from today!"

"My relatives saw it, very lucky, very happy!"