I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Oh, the pitfalls of the Wuyuan... No, the matter of the Wuyuan is finally settled." Chen Luo stretched his waist, opened his mouth, and immediately Luo Hongnu sent a piece of sliced ​​honeydew melon into Chen Luo's mouth.

Luo Hongnu chuckled: "Master Hou, you are so relieved, you just threw all the detailed rules of the martial arts academy to Sister Yun, and I haven't seen Sister Yun's people for the past two days."

Chen Luo sighed: "Didn't Wen Xiang and the heads of several major academies in Beijing come? This coolie is not for nothing. Sixth Senior Sister has to read every item, and I can't persuade her."

"Isn't that watching for you, Lord Hou? You are not satisfied with all your luck falling on you, Lord Hou." Luo Hongnu handed Chen Luo another cup of tea, and then said, "Master Hou, "The Story of the West Chamber" has been rehearsed Now, it can start anytime."

"Yeah!" Chen Luo nodded. This time the Martial Academy opened, and the family and scholars who supported the opening of Leya City last time all came. and resolve.

"Speaking of which, have you taught all the ditties I asked you to teach before?" Chen Luo suddenly thought of something, and asked Luo Hongnu, Luo Hongnu smiled and said, "How could Hongnu forget the orders of Master Hou? Already It has been arranged to teach, and now Mr. Nan and the others are singing it every day, and the people in the city who can sing it are almost catching up with "The Son-in-Law."

"Well, that's good..." Chen Luo lay down again, opened his mouth, and Luo Hongnu put the freshly peeled fruit into Chen Luo's mouth.

...

"Mr. Nan, sing the ditty you sang yesterday again!"

"Yes, yes! Mr. Nan, let's sing another verse!"

Nanyuan Xi, who had just finished a section of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", showed embarrassment, and arched his cupped hands: "Everyone, my throat is uncomfortable today, and it doesn't suit that kind of tone. It's really..."

Speaking of which, Nanyuan Xi patted Xingmu in his hand, and opened his mouth to sing——

"A round of bright moon shines on the west wing!"

"The twenty-eight beauty, Yingying and Hongniang!"

"Third, invite Mr. Zhang to the banquet!"

"Look around and no one will jump off the wall!"

...

Jin Helan and Zhu Hesong, two great Confucian scholars, sat in the flower pavilion of the town guard's mansion, listening to the little song hummed by Nanyuanxi in the Xingzao Tea House in the distance with their great Confucian ears, and gently tapped their hands on their legs, humming along softly.

"My sister embroidered sachets in the room, and embroidered all kinds of people in the West Chamber."

"This side is embroidered by Miss Cui, and the other side is embroidered by Zhang Xiucai."

Jin Helan shook her head, took a sip from her teacup, and sighed: "Brother Zhu, why do I always feel that this song is very suitable for me?"

"It seems that if this little song is also in the business, I am also a member of this business!"

Zhu Hesong was surprised, and looked at Jin Helan: "Brother Jin, you...how do you feel exactly the same as me!"

The two looked at each other, then shook their heads slightly: "It's weird...it's weird..."

After a long while, Jin Helan suddenly said: "By the way, why don't I have tickets for the premiere show! This won't work! I have to talk to Zhenshou Qin."

Zhu Hesong hurriedly grabbed Jin Helan: "Irritable... You and I are already the guardians of Dongcang City, no need for theater tickets! You can go anytime with your identity token!"

"Oh, is it? And this?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. If you have the ability to beat me out..."

Jin Helan: (`ー′)

...

Du Qizhong returned to the residence arranged for him by the town guard's mansion alone, and the power of the family and the world was used to completely cover the room.

Only then did Du Qizhong put away the smile on his face, and let go of the disguise of the past two days.

He doesn't like Dong Cang, he hates seeing the smiling faces on those people's faces.

There is delicious food everywhere, everyone is dressed in fine clothes, singing and laughing.

Extravagant, easy to pick!

How dare children argue with their parents!

The apprentice can distinguish the truth from the teacher!

The legitimate son and the concubine are treated equally!

People can openly comment on world affairs and discuss masters and great scholars!

What kind of words! What a system!

What a place of holiness, what a place of enlightenment!

What is the etiquette! Where is the dignity!

Du Qizhong was furious in his heart. He saw with his own eyes a sturdy wife chasing and beating her husband, but the husband just smiled and stood and let his wife scold him.

He saw with his own eyes young men and women walking side by side, laughing like flowers. People around turned a blind eye.

He saw the woman stop the handsome Practitioner with his own eyes, expressing his love. A group of young Practitioners booed and writhed.

Husband guides wife! Does no one here know?

Men and women can't kiss each other! Does no one here understand?

What a shameless city!

This kind of city should be wiped out on the map with a single slap!

Du Qizhong sneered, everyone is like a dragon?

If everyone is like a dragon, where is the superiority and inferiority? It's just ridiculous.

Du Qizhong heard the voice of a woman in the theater from outside the window, and frowned even more. With a wave of his hand, he closed the window to block out the crisp sound.

Everyone thought that Du Qizhong was studying "The Analects of Confucius", but they didn't know that he was studying Neo Confucianism.

The science of formulas!

This time, I came here to explore the way!

Du Qizhong glanced at the movie ticket of "The Romance of the West Chamber" in his hand, "A lover will get married in the end? Then what do you need to do with the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker?"

"It's simply disobedience to human relations!"

"The old man will stay one more day to see how crazy you are!"

...

Dong Cang Martial Academy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Dongcang Martial Academy feels more magnificent than our Zheliu Academy!" Kong Tianfang looked at Yun Siyao with jealousy as he handed over the materials to Own Martial Academy.

"Look, look, there are only three secret realms! There are also flesh and blood suppression!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the chief instructor of the martial arts academy is actually the first rank Wuli Great Saint!"

"Huh? A scholarship? What's this?"

"Daomen Scholarship, City Lord's Mansion Scholarship, huh? Jinguagua Scholarship? Huh? Wen Xiang, when did the Martial Academy have Confucianism scholarship?"

"My Zheliu Academy doesn't have any scholarship settings! Wenchang Pavilion wants to give me an explanation!"

Yan Baichuan glared at Kong Tianfang, trying to cheat the budget from me? no way!

Wouldn't Wenchang Pavilion make some incense for Dongcang Wuyuan? Haven't you seen how generous the Daomen is?

The Dao of Practice has begun to involve!

Yun Siyao smiled faintly: "The head of the Confucius Institute, the Martial Arts Academy also lacks a head!"

Kong Tianfang became interested in an instant: "Really? But I am a Confucianist..."

"My junior brother said that the martial arts academy is the martial arts academy of the world. Could it be that the first martial arts academy of a great Confucian academy stopped practicing martial arts and changed to writing?"

Kong Tianfang nodded, and looked at Yan Baichuan again, Yan Baichuan sighed: "We'll talk about it when we go back."

After finishing speaking, Yan Baichuan looked at Yun Siyao again, and said helplessly, "Little Yaoer, I also watched you grow up, so don't make things difficult for me as you are half a senior brother. In this way, Wenchang Pavilion's investment will be increased by 30%. how!"

Only then did Yun Siyao nodded in satisfaction, and was about to continue the next topic when he frowned slightly and turned his head to look in one direction.

"What's wrong?" Kong Tianfang asked.

Yun Siyao snorted lightly: "I sensed a rotten smell...it's nothing, let's continue."

"Take care of the matter during the day, and don't disturb the seniors to watch the theater at night!"

Kong Tianfang stroked his beard: "That's right! If it wasn't for this show, why would this old man come to work for nothing!"

All the Confucianists present burst out laughing.

...

As night fell, the Dongcang Grand Theater was brightly lit.

"The Story of Cui Yingying Waiting for the Moon and the West Chamber", a good show, the opening!

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