I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The night is over, the rain is over and the sky is sunny.

The strong wind blew up the fallen leaves of Dongcang City. The fallen leaves curled up and went straight up with the wind, floating and dancing in the sky of Dongcang City.

It drifted across the smoky residential area, and the people of Dongcang City, who had avoided the war rain for two days at home, prepared breakfast and resumed their busy work.

It drifts across the newly prosperous streets, and those morning foods with northern characteristics have spread out a whole street. Those morning foods are not as exquisite as those in Zhongjing City, but the emphasis is on sufficient quantity, filling, enough oil and water, and a mouthful of hot noodle soup , People who drink feel comfortable.

Just as the fallen leaves were about to fall, another gust of wind lifted them up and swept past the political affairs hall in the city. Countless young and strong people had already shuttled around the task hall of the political affairs hall, looking for work that they could take on today. It doesn't matter if you are tired, as long as the reward is high.

The fallen leaves did not stop, they flew along the Zhengshitang to the location with excellent wind and water in the city, where the courtyards of mansions were rising, and the rich and powerful sons also took off their silk brocade clothes at this time, Wearing a bunt, he and the recruited laborers were in full swing to build walls and smash dirt, rubble and tiles.

This is the home of the future, how can there be no blood and sweat of own!

In the future, the descendants pointed to a wall and said, "This wall was built by my ancestors!" What an honor.

The fallen leaves spun again, once flew up and down, and finally landed on the wall of a building. The sound of reading aloud from inside the wall shook it from the bricks and tiles of the wall. down.

"The red sun is just rising, and its way is bright. The river emerges from the submerged stream and flows into the ocean. The dragon dives into the abyss, and the scales and claws fly. The breast tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts tremble. The eagle and the falcon test their wings, and the wind and dust spread. The emperor is the emperor. The generals have their hair, and they have their own awns. The sky wears its green, and the earth wears its yellow. There are eight wastes in all ages. The future is like the sea, and the future will be long. My young China is beautiful, and I am not as old as the sky! My young China is strong, There is no border with the country!"

This place is Dongcang's first martial arts hall. Studying literature in the morning and practicing martial arts in the afternoon is the rule set by Lord Hou. The daily morning class must read "Speaking of Young China", which is the first article of the Wutang training written by Xiang Jixuan, the first Wutang Jijiu.

The fallen leaves fell on Xiang Jixuan's shoulders. Xiang Jixuan took the fallen leaves in his hand, looked at the many children on the school ground, and sighed: "Master Hou is really a genius! A "Youth China Talk", every time I hear these children read From now on, the old man's blood boils, wishing he could go back to his youth!"

"Yes!" another great scholar nodded and said, "When I was a boy in fresh clothes and angry horses, the north of the Central Plains looked like mountains! I heard that Wenchang Pavilion has copied this article and published it all over the world."

"En!" Xiang Jixuan nodded, "It was Wenxiang who talked with Lord Hou in person. It's just a pity..."

"What a pity?" Daru asked.

"It's a pity that this article should not be a complete article in view of its context. The context is prominent and suitable for motivating young people, but it is not suitable for managing the world."

"If Lord Hou completes this article, it will be a shocking article!"

Speaking of this, Xiang Jixuan himself suddenly smiled: "This old man thought too much, how rare is the shocking holy article? The semi-sage should be willing to use his own holy way as a basis to spread his message to the world. If the article has errors or omissions, then The half-holy path also receives a backlash."

"Hey..." The great Confucianist also echoed, "Speaking of which, if this "Youth China Talk" and the "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world" on the back of the martial arts academy, it would be surprising if it could be written in its entirety. Holy capital!"

"Our Lord Hou just doesn't write!"

"This 'shame of the literati' style of conduct comes from the flesh and blood!"

Xiang Jixuan also nodded slightly, and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed, and he looked in the direction of the city lord, a mighty luck gathered into clouds above the city lord's mansion, and the clouds became colorful.

"Splendid Huayun!" Xiang Jixuan said in surprise, "What did Hou Ye write again? He actually summoned Splendid Huayun!"

"Go, go and see!"

...

At this time, Chen Luo was sitting in the study, holding a writing brush, trembling slightly.

Last night, after finishing the latest chapter "Dian Lushui Han Xiang moved the teacher, and defeated the Central Plains Wuhou Shangbiao", I suddenly felt that something was missing, and I opened it carefully.

How can this work!

No? It's okay, I remember!

Chen Luo picked up the pen and planned to write "Teacher List" from memory!

"The first emperor died in the middle of his business before he started his business. Today, Yizhou is exhausted. This is a crisis of life and death..." Chen Luo never imagined that, just writing the beginning, he felt a great sense of urgency. The coercion fell on him, and it was extremely difficult to write every word.

Just when Chen Luo was about to put it down for the time being, a realization suddenly appeared in his mind. If he stops now, this article will be forgotten and never sounded again.

Chen Luo took a deep breath and continued to write: "However, the ministers of the bodyguards are relentless in the interior, and the loyal men forget themselves in the exterior. It is the special encounter of chasing the former emperor, and the forecast is for Your Majesty."

...

Xiang Jixuan and fellow scholars rushed to the city lord's mansion, and saw that many scholars had already arrived, Wu Litao was full of Monster Qi, showing the first rank Great Saint Cultivation Base, blocking the door of the study, Yun Siyao was facing Xiang Jixuan saluted, and said in a soft voice: "Junior brother is writing a strange essay and has gone through the test of Heavenly Dao, please don't disturb me!"

"Miss Yun is serious." Xiang Jixuan quickly replied, "We are also here to protect the way. But can you tell me what article Lord Hou is writing and why is it so sudden?"

Yun Siyao also showed doubts: "I don't know, I also sensed the power of Heavenly Dao before I noticed the abnormality."

At this moment, Wu Litao snorted coldly: "A group of...stupid...stupid...stupid criticism, feeling...sensing...wen...wenyun!"

After finishing speaking, she looked at Yun Siyao again: "You're fine... fine... elf, no... not... stupid... stupid!"

All the great Confucian scholars had known Wu Litao's identity for a long time, and they didn't care about what he said. They all calmed down and sensed the rhyme coming out of the study.

All strange prose can be turned into rhyme with talent, which has its own special features.

"This is... the air of loyalty!"

"More than that, it has deep affection and meaning, and it has the meaning of teaching from the elders! Is it a text of enlightenment?"

"Vigorous vigor, heavy vicissitudes!"

"Bastard, the old man is even more curious after feeling Wen Yun!"

...

"It is advisable to open Zhang Shengting, to honor the legacy of the late emperor, and to magnify the morale of the people. It is not appropriate to belittle oneself, to use allusions to injustice, and to block the way of loyalty and admonition."

In the study, Chen Luo had finished writing the first paragraph of "List of Teachers", and his hands felt a little sore.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Luo continued to write——

"In the palace, in the mansion, everything is one. It is not suitable to be similar or different. If there is an adulterer or a loyal person, it should be punished by a judge. To show your majesty's fair principles, it is not appropriate to be biased, so that internal and external laws are also different. .”

After writing this, the desk made of high-quality ancient wood did not dare to bear the heavy load, and it was crushed with a "click", Chen Luo stretched out his hand to take the page, and felt heavy.

This page, the meaning of teaching, weighs more than ten thousand catties!

Chen Luo had no choice but to sit in Lotus Position, put the paper on the ground, pick up the pen and continue writing.

...

Wanren Mountain, Divine General Camp.

Yun Changying and Zilongying who were training suddenly stopped and looked towards the direction of Dongcang City at the same time.

Yideying, Mengqiying, Hanshengying...

All the soldiers of the Divine General battalion of Shu generals had a strange feeling in their hearts, both excited and moved. They only felt that there seemed to be an elder whispering softly in the direction of Dongcang City, but they couldn't hear what he was saying.

At the same time, in the meeting hall of Wanren Mountain, several great Confucian scholars had strange expressions.

"Soldier, I suddenly feel impulsive and want to go to war and kill a few barbarians!"

"Extremely, the old man is also the same, his hands are itchy, and he wants to fight to the death with the barbarians!"

"The same is true for the old man, why don't we rush?"

Han Qingzhu frowned slightly. To be honest, he also wanted to fight for no reason, and this change came from his home country.

All the great Confucians in the hall have one thing in common——

Mastered all Chibi combat skills!

"Go back and read the classics and meditate!" Han Qingzhu snorted coldly, "This is caused by external force!"

Everyone showed bitterness on their faces: "We also know that it is an external force! But I can't help it!"

"Or let's kill him first!"

Han Qingzhu's face turned cold: "Leave everyone here, and no one is allowed to move!"

After finishing speaking, he also looked towards the east and muttered to himself, "Chen Luo, what the hell are you doing?"

...

"A virtuous minister far away from a villain is the reason why the Han Dynasty prospered; a dear man and a virtuous minister far away is why the Han Dynasty has declined since then..."

"I am a commoner, and I am devoted to farming in Nanyang. Gouquan lives in troubled times, and I don't want to be known to the princes..."

"After the overthrow, I was appointed when the army was defeated, and I was ordered to be in danger. It has been twenty years since then..."

Chen Luo wrote down the "Teacher List" in his memory word by word, completely unaware that behind him, a phantom condensed, it was Guan Yunchang that Chen Luo thought he had seen in his dream before.

Guan Yunchang had tears in his eyes, looked at the words written by Chen Luo, saluted, and sighed in a voice that only he could hear: "Military...Military... ah, I died early, how tired I am...

After the words fell, the figure gradually dimmed and disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

...

Outside the study room, a faint feeling of remembrance was conveyed through the rhyme, and the hearts of all the great scholars trembled. For a moment, they thought of those comrades who had passed away, and those relatives who missed them.

"Lovely and righteously written!"

"The old man remembered his mentor!"

"The old man remembered my elder brother who died for me..."

"Teaching, there is nothing more than this!"

"Master Hou, what are you writing!"

...

"Now the south has been set, the soldiers are full, and the three armies will be rewarded, and the central plains will be set in the north. The gangsters will be wiped out, the trespassers will be wiped out, the Han Dynasty will be revived, and the old capital will be restored..."

At this point in the writing, the style of writing changes suddenly, and a sharp air of war pierces the paper. Chen Luo is completely immersed in the article at this time and keeps writing!

...

"Arrogance!"

"How can I sense the meaning of the Northern King's 'Lu Feikuai made by the horse, and the bow is like a thunderbolt'?"

"Hush! Silence! Don't disturb Lord Hou!"

...

"May your majesty entrust the minister with the effect of bringing the thief back to life, if not effective, the minister will be punished..."

"Your Majesty should also seek advice on his own, consult the good way, examine the elegant words, and deeply pursue the late emperor's edict. I am very grateful for your kindness."

"Stay away now, I'm crying, I don't know what to say!"

After Chen Luo finished writing the last word, his wrist suddenly loosened, and he couldn't hold the brush anymore. At the same time, the paper on which "Teacher List" was written rose out of thin air, and the words turned into pearls the size of thumbs, and separated from the paper.

Every word!

...

"Wen Yun has stopped, is it finished?"

"Quick, go and see, go and see!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

Just as the great Confucianists stood up, a strong coercion suddenly descended on the City Lord's Mansion.

"Shengwei?"

"A Saint is coming!"

"hiss--"

"Shocking?!"

...

Chen Luo raised his head. Although the roof of the study blocked his view, he sensed a force entwined around him.

Gentle and powerful.

Shengwei!

"Chen Xiaoyou, can I see you!" A voice rang in Chen Luo's ears, and Chen Luo hurriedly stood up to salute, "Junior pays homage to the semi-sage, the invitation of the semi-sage, Junior is very lucky!"

After Chen Luo's words fell, there was a flash in front of his eyes, and he appeared in the courtyard of the backyard.

At the same time, Yun Siyao and all the great Confucian scholars also came outside the courtyard.

At this time, Chen Luo was bowing to salute. In the courtyard, there was an old figure smiling at Chen Luo stroking his beard.

"Wood Sage!" Xiang Jixuan was startled, this half-sage called himself "Old Man Mu Yu" and had been a saint for more than four hundred years. I don't know how many great Confucians and half-sages have received his favor.

"I've seen the Wooden Sage!" Everyone saluted at the same time, and a gentle breeze came and helped them up.

At this time, the pearl evolved from "Chu Shi Biao" was flying behind Chen Luo, and Mu Sheng glanced at it, with a look of relief in his eyes.

"This article is full of affection and loyalty. It is a must-read for the great Confucianists at that time. It is a wonderful article that consolidates the family, the country, and the world. It is not inferior to the history books. This sage is willing to use the holy way as a basis to spread the world. Do you agree?"

Yun Siyao's eyes lit up, and he quickly sent a voice transmission: "Junior Brother, promise! From now on, if you die, Wood Sage's holy way will also be in turmoil, and he must protect you!"

Chen Luo was about to respond when another figure came: "Mu Lao, don't worry, I am also willing to protect this junior!"

As soon as the words fell, a rainbow came from countless inside and outside, and fell into the courtyard, turning into a middle-aged man with stern eyes, arrogant and self-indulgent.

"Mr. Banshan!" Xiang Jixuan bowed again. This man's surname is Wang, and his name is Banshan, so the world often calls him Mr. Banshan instead of a holy name. He is one of the most prestigious prime ministers of the Daxuan Dynasty. Sheng Er Shao appeared in the world.

Mr. Banshan gave a "huh" and looked at Chen Luo: "This article is very compatible with this sage, and this sage is also willing to use the holy way as a basis to take down this article and spread it to the world."

Chen Luo looked at the old man Muyu and Mr. Banshan, and looked at Yun Siyao from the corner of his eye, and Yun Siyao shook his head helplessly.

But at this time, another magnificent voice sounded!

"You two, Mr. Lu is here!" A rainbow came from the north and landed in the courtyard, and a man dressed in sackcloth and a bamboo hat appeared in front of everyone.

"Ci Jun! It's Ci Jun!" Xiang Jixuan felt numb. He had never seen so many semi-sages in his life, and they were all famous semi-sages. This one is as famous as Su Poxian. Jun!

At this moment, Yun Siyao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly saluted, "Uncle Lu!"

"What kind of uncle, little girl, just like your bad-mouthed Master, you want to take advantage of me! You should call me uncle!"

Yun Siyao smiled without saying a word.

"Wu Guan, you also want to fight with us?" Mr. Ban Shan chuckled.

Lu Wuguan smiled heartily: "It's not just you, on the way here, I have already repelled six and a half saints! Otherwise, you think you will be the first to arrive?"

Saying that, he looked at Chen Luo again: "Luoer, I am a close friend with your Master, even if you don't have the Holy Way as a basis, I will protect you if you are in trouble. But I really like this "Teacher's List" very much. Let me do it!"

"This saint has published a semi-sacred manuscript!"

"Hmph, who is not a semi-saint? I will publish two articles!"

"I have published a Fang family history book!"

Everyone: (; oдo)

"This..." Chen Luo was a little flustered. At this time, Yun Siyao walked up to Chen Luo and said, "Three Saint seniors, my Master always said that it is better to be alone than to be happy together!"

"How about the three of you together?"

Lu Wuguan laughed and said, "Little girl, with your Master's habit of eating and wiping clean, you can still say such a thing? I don't believe it!"

Xiang Jixuan and other Confucian scholars: Half Saint Eight Trigrams, I really want to hear it! But can't listen!

Mr. Banshan pondered for a while: "I can!"

The old man Mu Yu also nodded: "The preaching of the Three Saints is also a good story!"

Lu Wuguan glared at Yun Siyao, and Yun Siyao stuck out his tongue.

...

On this day, from the blue sea in the east to the desert in the west, the demon realm in the south, and the wild plain in the north, within the Daxuan, three rainbows soared into the sky!

On this day, the three holy sounds merged together and turned into billowing spring thunder.

On this day, "Teacher List" became famous!

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Originally, this chapter was intended to be anti-theft, but the timing was wrong and it would affect genuine readers, so I stopped doing it. Children who watch pirated versions, come and subscribe if you can~

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