I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Zhang Qingye looked at the wild moon in the sky through the high window sill.

"I didn't expect that the last thing Zhang Qingye saw before his death was Man Tianyue!" Zhang Qingye laughed at himself, and a sense of drowsiness came over him.

He withdrew his gaze and looked forward. Huge blood-colored silk cocoons blocked his sight. He lowered his head, and the blood-colored silk had already woven into Own's chest, quickly wrapping towards his head. A blood-colored wild silkworm coiled in front of him, spitting out bloody silk, and weaving this cocoon.

He tried to bite his tongue to kill himself, but the seal on his body made him unable to even open his mouth.

"It's a pity that I didn't kill one more barbarian before I died!" This was Zhang Qingye's last consciousness, and then he was shrouded in darkness.

He, Zhang Qingye, Master Jing, is the captain of the Eighth Battalion of the Zhengqi Great Wall Fairview Army.

When the barbarian army attacked the city, they fought to the death without retreating, and were eventually captured. They failed to beg for death, and were taken captive back to the barbarian plains. The barbarian silkworms were used as blood sacrifices and transported back to the hinterland of the barbarians for the nobles to buy and use.

Together with him, there were eight hundred and four soldiers from the Eighth Battalion under his command who were devoured by wild silkworms!

Dozens of human race supporters, once turned into barbarian food.

hateful!

...

Wanren Mountain.

"I ordered the Fushan Camp, Sanshui Camp, and Beijiang Camp to go out of the barbarian for three thousand miles, accompanied by ten great Confucian scholars, and the captured soldiers must be rescued." Han Qingzhu signed the military order and handed it over to the messenger. The soldiers immediately took orders and left.

Han Qingzhu looked at the map again. According to the usual situation, the Battle of Cold Winter has entered the final stage at this time. It's just that there is a dark cloud lingering in Han Qingzhu's heart.

Where are the tower bones?

At the beginning of the war, the two major khan tribes of Elisa and Mordan moved south, and the northern border was jittery. As the war unfolded, the Mordan Khan repeatedly launched attacks. There were indeed traces of the tribes belonging to the Ilisa Khan in the barbarian army. If Martial Dao hadn't appeared out of thin air, coupled with the effective scheduling in advance, I am afraid that the Winter tribe will suffer a big loss this time.

As a result, the human race and the barbarian race are almost in a draw, and they have not suffered a big loss.

But the problem is—

The pagoda bone of the Emperor Khan of Ilisa Khan has been missing.

In the Eight Great Khans of the Barbarian Clan, every Khan Emperor is expected to attack the Barbarian God, especially this tower bone. He is not the direct blood clan of Eliza, but by virtue of his own strength and military exploits, he gained the support of the Eliza tribe step by step, and finally ascended to the position of Khan Emperor.

Zhen Xuansi once ranked according to the threat to the human race from the Khan Emperors of the Eight Great Khans. Mordan, who invaded the northern border every year, only ranked sixth, while this tower bone ranked third.

It was such a Khan Emperor who could be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the human race, who led his troops to the south and then disappeared.

Han Qingzhu couldn't help but not pay attention.

At this moment, Xiao Qi walked into the meeting hall holding a letter.

"Soldier, there is a letter from Marquis Dongcangwu!"

Han Qingzhu was taken aback: "Chen Luo?"

"Why did he write a letter?"

"Do you want me to wipe his ass again?"

After all, Han Qingzhu still took the letter and glanced at it, his eyes were inexplicable.

Xiao Qi looked curious: "Minister Wu, did Marquis Wu cause any trouble again?"

Han Qingzhu said with a half-smile, "This kid has prepared a winter martial arts academy, and it's about to open."

"Please let me go to watch the ceremony!"

"Isn't this nonsense? The truth is that the governor is going to fight, so I don't have time to watch the opening ceremony of his martial arts academy."

Xiao Qi's eyes flickered, and he reminded in a low voice: "Soldier, you can go to Wuhou Temple to pay homage to Zhuge Kongming!"

Han Qingzhu was moved immediately, but when he thought of the threat from the tower bone, he still sighed: "I still can't leave. You go to Baizhan Hall and say, choose a few great Confucian scholars to represent my Weiwu Mansion."

Xiao Qi showed a look of embarrassment: "It's better for you to appoint the military minister, otherwise I'm afraid that the Confucian scholars will fight!"

Han Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "These old guys! How about this, let's rank down by military achievements, go to ten!"

"Yes!" Xiao Qi immediately led the order out.

Han Qingzhu looked down at the letter in Chen Luo's hand again, and muttered to himself: "The Martial Dao is only three thousand miles away, so it should be no problem to educate the world!"

...

Zhongjing City, Spring and Autumn Hall.

The chronometer in the Chunqiu Hall continued to shake, and the four great historians unleashed the power of their family, country and world to try to stabilize the chronometer.

Sima Lie stepped into the void, and while waving his hand, the phantom of "Spring and Autumn" emerged, covering the time watcher, instantly suppressing the movement of the time watcher.

"What happened?" Sima Lie asked in a deep voice.

"Mr. Sima." A famous historian cupped his hands, "Since last night, there have been abnormal noises from the watch watch, and the sands of time have fallen from all directions at the same time. We thought there was something wrong with the watch watch, so we used the magic power of 'broken mirror to reunite' to repair the watch. Shiyi was unexpectedly backlashed by the chronometer, so the shock continued."

Sima Lie showed doubts: "Sand falling from all directions?"

"This is a sign of great changes in the world!"

A look of doubt flashed in Sima Lie's eyes. He deduced time and space, and there was no sign of a world of great changes. Immediately, he exited and asked, "Which direction is the most falling sand?"

"Northeast, thirty-six thousand miles."

As soon as this remark came out, all the great scholars were taken aback.

Such a familiar place!

To the northeast, 36,000 miles—isn't this Dongcang City?

What the hell did that Marquis of Wu do again?

At this moment, Sima Lie's disciple ran into the Xunshi Pavilion, waving a letter in his hand: "Teacher, teacher, there is a blue bird in Dongcang City!"

Sima Lie quickly reached out and took the letter from his disciple. He glanced at it roughly, his face was overjoyed, and he kept saying, "Good! Good! Good!"

As he said that, he was full of vigor of prosperity and decline, and he was about to summon the historian's giant gate to Dongcang. When the other great scholars present saw this scene, they quickly suppressed the fluctuation of time and space, interrupting the appearance of the historian's giant gate.

It's obviously a good thing, but I actually want to eat alone!

Sima Lie is old!

"Mr. Sima, why are you so happy!"

"That's right, it's better to be happy alone than to be happy with others. Why don't Mr. Sima share one or two."

Sima Lie stroked his beard lightly: "Hahaha, I happily forgot about it. Please forgive me."

"The last time Marquis Wu answered the three questions about running a school, you all remember it!"

All the Confucian scholars nodded.

"This time the Martial Academy will open, and Wuhou sent an invitation to watch the ceremony, so I'll go and invite you!"

"Eighty percent of the recruitment of the world's great changes comes from the Martial Academy!"

"Everyone, the old man is leaving first!"

As he said that, Sima Lie wanted to summon the historian's giant gate again, but was blocked by a force of family, country and world. Sima Lie looked at the crowd: "Everyone, what do you mean?"

All the Confucian scholars suddenly felt a sour taste in their mouths.

They all study history, who wouldn't want to see history with their own eyes!

Who doesn't want to write a sentence in the history books, "My relatives watch it"!

How come you, Sima Lie, took all the good things by yourself?

"Hahaha, Mr. Sima, I have been friends with Wuhou for a long time, so let's go with you this time."

"Yes, Mr. Sima, Junior wants to witness the great changes in Dongcang City with his own eyes, and this is the opportunity, so let's go together."

"That's right, Mr. Sima, the old man is about to branch off to Dong Cang, and I just took this opportunity to pay a visit to Marquis Wu. I think I won't refuse the old man to go with me, hahahaha!"

"Old Mr. Sima, I have a straight temper, so I'll just say it straight. If you don't take us with you, we'll spread the news all over the Spring and Autumn Hall! When hundreds of historians and Confucians go to Dongcang together, who is the source of the first record But it’s not easy to check!”

Sima Lie was startled, looked at the four great scholars in front of him with complicated expressions, and sighed: "But the invitation letter only said to invite me alone!"

Phew, old man!

The Four Great Confucians cursed in their hearts, but they still replied with a smile on their faces: "It's okay, I can serve as the old man's entourage."

"Junior should be regarded as the nephew of the old man."

"Old man, um... By the way, isn't my concubine the Little Sister of your concubine? We are brother-in-law! Why can't we go together?"

"I... I am in charge of closing the gate of the historian, so let's treat it as the old man's closed disciple."

Sima Lie looked at the four great Confucian scholars and was so tired that he couldn't speak.

Can you all find such an excuse?

Confucianism, really dirty!

...

Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan looked at the letter in his hand and stroked his beard.

"A month ago, I asked three questions about running the school, and the old man went to Dongcang once!"

"Half a month ago, because of Zhuge Liang, I went to Dongcang again!"

"Today, the old man has to go to Dong Cang for the martial arts incident!"

"This is a bit inappropriate!"

Leng Hanbing at the side heard Yan Baichuan muttering to himself, and his face brightened, and was about to speak when he heard Yan Baichuan shout: "Han Bing!"

Leng Hanbing immediately nodded: "Wen Xiang, don't worry, I will definitely..."

"Take care of Wenchang Pavilion!"

"If something important happens, let me know immediately!"

Leng Hanbing was taken aback: "No... Wen Xiang, didn't you say it's inappropriate?"

"I have figured out the truth, the Martial Academy is also the way of enlightenment, I should work harder!"

"Let's go with the truth!"

Saying that, Yan Baichuan's whole body was filled with righteousness, and he disappeared in place.

Leng Hanbing looked at the empty seat, only feeling cold, cold, and ice in his heart!

...

The eight major academies in Beijing.

Eight blue lights flew up and headed towards the northeast.

Everywhere in Daxuan, the aristocratic families who supported Chen Luo in the construction of Leya Port also received letters from Dongcang. There was almost no delay, and blue lights flew out from their respective mansions towards the northeast. and go.

Lu Fangweng's lineage, Mr. Banshi's lineage, and Mu Yu's old man's lineage also received the invitation, and a series of blue figures flew out of the green mountains and beautiful waters, heading straight to the northeast.

...

At the same time, Dongcang City.

Qin Dangguo personally sat in charge and directed the preparations for the opening of the hospital. Chen Luo walked over with a relaxed face, and Qin Dangguo hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Master Hou, all the invitations for the ceremony have been sent out, and it is expected that all the guests will arrive within three days."

"Thanks for your hard work." Chen Luo nodded, looking at the majestic gate of the Martial Academy, feeling emotional.

For a long time, he thought that the martial arts academy was at most a place to train practitioners full-time, which was the "university" in his mind. It wasn't until he told Yun Siyao that he was going to open the martial arts academy yesterday that he realized that he thought it was easy.

"The Martial Academy is the place where Martial Dao educated!" Yun Siyao's words recalled in Chen Luo's mind, "In the past, the Jixia Academy was founded, and it was connected to Heavenly Dao, so that the torch can be passed on from generation to generation."

"If there is no Jixia Academy, later generations of Confucianism would be a hundred times more difficult to teach and extremely difficult to learn!"

"The same is true for Martial Dao. Dongcang Martial Academy is the number one martial arts academy in the world, and it must be connected to Heavenly Dao. Otherwise, except for you as a teacher, it will be difficult for others to teach and learn."

Chen Luo woke up almost instantly. Since Martial Dao opened the way, almost all people who have mastered martial arts learned it from books by themselves. There are rare examples of mastering martial arts because others taught them.

In other words, if there is no teaching place recognized by Heavenly Dao, in the future Martial Dao can only worship him as a teacher, Chen Luo, and cannot teach or accept it privately.

According to Heavenly Dao's understanding, that is illegal teaching!

From the perspective of the development of Confucianism, Taoism and even Buddhism, only when the first academy, Taoist temple or monastery is established and recognized by Heavenly Dao, can the teaching of the torch be truly carried out.

Because of this, Chen Luo widely distributed invitations to hold the Martial Arts Ceremony.

Thinking of this, he looked to the north.

Ever since he moved his mind, the dangerous mirror in his soul has been trembling constantly.

Damn, do you want to come?

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There is a saying: Confucian scholars congratulate Wuyuan, and barbarians attack Dongcang. What do you want to know about the future? Please read the next chapter!