I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Chapter 259 I, Mitutoyo, Send Money!

Yuezhou, Ci'an City.

Inside the Deyun Pavilion, there was a lot of voices.

This prosperous high-rise building built by the King of Yue in the past is now the private property of the wealthy Guo family in Yuezhou. It has always been a place full of dignitaries and talents.

Today, no matter the rich and powerful, or traffickers and pawns, they all gathered together for no other reason than to listen to the storytelling of Duke Sang of Zhongjing.

Speaking of this Mr. Sang, he is a famous figure in the world today. In the old days in Zhongjing, Mr. Sang was as famous as Nansheng Nanyuanxi, who had a painting mouth in Beifenglou. , so it is also known as "Sang Gong Whip Tongue"!

Painting Zui Nansheng and Tongue Sanggong, it was these two who turned the text into storytelling and started the storytelling business.

Since Marquis Wu went north and Nansheng retired, Duke Sang took a group of disciples all over the world, vowing to tell stories for the people of the world without taking any money.

Today, he came to Ci'an, Yuezhou.

The Guo family, who already knew Sang Gong's temper, finally got Sang Gong to agree to talk here for seven days on the condition that the Yun Pavilion will be fully opened within seven days without setting a threshold.

Including "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes", "Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of Condor Heroes", and the semi-finished "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!

When the news was released, the whole of Ci'an went crazy. It was hard to find a Deyun Tower. Many people could only sit around the Deyun Tower and experience Sang Gong's storytelling at close range with the help of photo formation.

It was almost noon, and Mr. Sang took a break for tea, and everyone was talking about the plot they had talked about before.

...

"Mr. Sang, Mr. Sang!" Backstage, the servant gently pushed Sang Luo who was dozing off.

Sang Luo woke up in a daze, looked at the boy, and asked, "Did you hear that?"

The boy looked puzzled: "What did you hear?"

Sang Luo hesitated, then shook his head again: "It's nothing, I'm getting old."

The servant laughed and said: "Mr. Sang was just joking. You are in the state of a master. You are in the prime of life according to your age. Why do you say you are old?"

Sang Luo smiled gently, but there was a voice in her head that couldn't go away.

Just now, he fell asleep unconsciously.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, he seemed to see an underdog holding a stone tablet, roaring to the sky.

Obviously, that voice never stopped, but Sang Luo understood the meaning of that roar.

Those are the eight large characters on its back——

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!

Sang Luo shook his head and laughed at himself.

Maybe the two days of continuous storytelling, the energy is a little bit bad!

How could you have such a dream?

Those eight words are heroic and indignant, but he is a rotten scholar, how could he dream of such a deafening sound?

However, these eight characters can be written and spread.

After going through these thoughts in his mind, Sang Luo took a few deep breaths. There are still two hours to write in the afternoon, so let's think about it in the evening.

Speaking of Wuhou's book, you must be sincere.

Sang Luo calmed down, straightened her gown, bowed slightly to the north, and then walked out.

...

"Snapped!"

After Xingmu clapped, Sang Luo continued to talk about "The Legend of Condor Heroes", and everyone was mesmerized by it. The patriarch of the Guo clan sat in the front and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was wandering in a world of Martial Forest.

This is the last episode of "The Legend of Condor Heroes".

But I heard Yang Guo say loudly: "It's a good meeting, I'm very excited, we will meet in Rivers and Lakes someday, let's have a drink and talk together. Let's say goodbye." With a flick of his robe sleeves, he held Xiaolongnv's hand, Go down the mountain side by side with the divine eagle.

At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, the breeze was blowing the leaves, and the crows were singing on the top of the tree. Guo Xiang couldn't bear it anymore, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Sang Luo suddenly patted Xingmu again, and said——

"Exactly: the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again. We know each other and know when we will meet each other, so it is embarrassing at this night!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of gold and jade shaking in the Deyun Pavilion, like a crisp bell. At first it was just one sound, but then it continued continuously. Not only was there no trace of noise in the ringtone, but it was like a clear spring flowing through everyone's hearts, and everyone felt refreshed for a while.

"The sound of gold and jade!" The Guo clan chief was shocked.

This is the vision that the great virtuous masters will attract when they preach the scriptures. It is often accompanied by great achievements from heaven. It is one of the five visions in the Confucianism Immortal.

But there is no one here to talk about the scriptures, so how could there be a golden voice? Could it be——Patriarch Guo suddenly looked at Sang Luo on the stage, and frowned: "Impossible! Storytelling can enlighten people's wisdom and help others grasp the content. But there is no virtue of education!"

"Impossible, absolutely not..."

While Patriarch Guo was wondering, suddenly a Heavenly Dao coercion descended on Deyun Pavilion, and a cloud of black and yellow appeared in Deyun Pavilion out of thin air.

"Xuanhuangxiangyun! It's a sign of virtue!"

"Who! Which Master Lide?"

"Impossible, just now it was Mr. Sang..."

Everyone also reacted. At this time, the mysterious and yellow auspicious cloud floated towards Sang Luo, and instantly plunged into Sang Luo's body. Sang Luo was shocked, and righteousness surged in his body.

"What's going on? Mr. Sang is about to break through?"

"Storytelling can preach?"

"Never heard of it!"

While everyone was whispering to each other, Patriarch Guo's patriarch's seal shook, and he checked it quickly, his face stunned.

"Everyone!" Patriarch Guo's tongue was full of spring thunder, suppressing everyone's arguments, and said: "Wenchang Pavilion just sent news that it was Marquis Wu and the northern border who made a Taoist statement and opened the Martial Dao to educate!"

"Marquis Wu said: Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!"

Everyone was shocked and muttered incessantly.

At this moment, Sang Luo suddenly let out a long cry, and a mighty righteousness burst out from his body, once again condensing a phantom of a mountain of books.

promotion!

"Congratulations, Lord Sang!"

"Congratulations, Master Sang!"

"Meet Mrs. Sang!"

Everyone congratulated, and the patriarch Guo also smiled heartily: "Mr. Sang, Deyun Pavilion is fortunate to witness the morality of the world, but there is a poem that breaks the realm!"

In the Confucian tradition, every time a boundary is broken, a poem is celebrated, called Poem of Broken Mirror.

Today, the most widely rumored Poem Poetry in the world is Li Qinglian’s poem written when she entered the Confucianism, "Looking up to the sky and laughing, we are from Penghao!"

Sang Luo nodded lightly, and there was a long silence for a moment.

Sang Luo picked up the Xingmu on the table, and said softly——

"I've wasted half my life, and I'm forced to become my master. I didn't expect to embark on the path of virtue today!"

"I don't understand the scriptures, I don't know the articles, but I can only ponder some ways of doing things in the story of Marquis Wu!"

"It's not a warning, it's not a famous sentence."

"Let's use it for future storytelling purposes!"

After finishing speaking, Sang Luo paused briefly and said——

"Storytelling, singing and acting to persuade people,"

"Three avenues go to the center."

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end,"

"The road we have taken!"

...

Dongcang City.

Chen Luo thought over and over again, but did not announce the opening of the martial arts academy on the spot.

One aspect is that the Martial Academy has not yet been completed. Although Yan Baichuan promised Wenchang Pavilion will fully support it, Chen Luo still decided to postpone it for a while.

Without him, martial arts is not enough!

If Shaolin and Wudang are missing in the majestic martial arts academy, wouldn't that mean that half of the country would be lost?

Sitting in the study, Chen Luo was thinking of the martial arts man he had just selected from the Dreamland Flower Forest.

"The Story of Relying on the Heaven and Slaying the Dragon"!

Chen Luo spread out the paper, because of the existence of "Shooting the Condors" and "Sculpture of the Gods", Chen Luo sighed a little about the characters in front of him.

Pick up the pen and dip in the ink to write slowly, grinding each chapter carefully.

The first round: Tianya thinks of you and never forgets.

As the saying goes, when we first met at Fengling Ferry, once we met Yang Guo, we missed our lives.

Guo Xiang, who has a girlish heart, finally fell on Mount Emei and established a sect. The dharma name "Fengling" given to her disciples and grandchildren in her later years is probably the most daring thought in her life.

After finishing the first chapter, Chen Luo put the manuscript aside and started writing the next chapter.

The second round: Pines and cypresses grow on the top of Wudang Mountain!

Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng!

...

Shouyang Mountain.

Master Qingwei, who was wandering in the soul, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Weird, the luck of my Taoist sect seems to have become stronger."

"Could it be that there is a Taoist king who confers honor?"

Great Celestial Master Qingwei calculated with both hands, his expression became more and more strange.

"Star descends from the sky, breaking the fortune hexagram?"

"What kind of weird hexagram is this!"

The eyes of Great Celestial Master Qingwei flashed purple light, and the eyes seemed to be filled with stars.