I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"It's finally here!" Ji Zhong got off his horse, looked at the tall city wall, and smiled. The blowing wind and snow hit Ji Zhong's face, and he felt like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

Ji Zhong took the reins and walked into the procession entering the city...

...

"Chapter 111, Deng Shizai outwitted Jiang Boyue, and Zhuge Danyi challenged Sima Zhao..." Chen Luo wrote the title of today's "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". As far as people are concerned, "Three Kingdoms" is over. But Chen Luo is a principled and responsible author, so he still has to insist on finishing it!

After all, there is still the book spirit of the Three Kingdoms waiting for him.

At this time, Luo Hongnu hastily pushed open the door of the study, and said with a happy face: "Master Ji, Mr. Ji has arrived."

"Xiao Ji is here?" Chen Luo's eyes lit up, he quickly put down the pen in his hand, and ran to the living room.

...

"Xiao Ji! Xiao Ji!" Chen Luo yelled all the way and ran into the living room, and saw Ji Zhong standing in the hall with a serious face on his face. Ji Zhong also smiled when he saw Chen Luo. Quickly stopped again, cupped fist with both hands, bowed a long way: "Guard Ji Zhong, I have seen you, Young Master!"

"What kind of ceremony!" Chen Luo stepped forward to help Ji Zhong, gave him a warm hug, and then looked at him carefully, "Yes, I have indeed taken care of my body."

Ji Zhong smiled wryly and said: "With your order, how dare Housekeeper Lu show me any favors, and only allow me to leave the city if I can't see any injuries!"

Chen Luo nodded, patted Ji Zhong's shoulder, a stream of red dust flowed into Ji Zhong's shoulder, and Ji Zhong didn't resist, allowing Chen Luo's red dust to swim around in his body, and then Escape from Baihui Point.

"Two hundred and eighty-six acupoint(s)!" Chen Luo froze for a moment, he was indeed a genius, how long has it been!

"The entry threshold for blood body transformation is 280 acupoint(s), and Xiao Ji can already complete a transformation." Chen Luo thought in his heart, and it was a little strange, how could Xiao Ji suddenly progress so fast?

"When Zhongjing was recovering, he often fought with Dafu." Xiao Ji said with a smile, "He is a target, all of which are Taoist defensive moves, so... I comprehended the second move of the New Nine Swords—"

"Breakthrough!"

...

On Jiange.

Nowadays, with the increasing number of people in the Martial Dao in the city, heroes who come from behind continue to emerge, coupled with the inexhaustible input of barbarian spiritual materials aimed at the physical body, at least in Dongcang, at least in Tongtian Road Sanqianli, Martial Dao has appeared and Confucianism , Road neck and neck posture.

"Nowadays, it is obvious among Martial Dao that the four of Ren Ji, Adamo, Song Wuji, and Su Qianqian are obviously superior to the others. As long as a person does not fall, he will become a giant." A Confucian scholar gently shook his paper fan, looked at the stele of discussing swords, and pointed out Jiangshan.

"Hmph, I'm up to you to tell." A practitioner took a sip of wine and said, "The Martial Academy is opened, divided into inner and outer courtyards, and these four people are all admitted to the inner courtyard. There is a Dingding Practitioner for each school of martial arts in the inner courtyard." , called 'Wu Ding'. Among them, Ren Ji Ding Xiaoyao, Adama entered Shaolin, Song Wuji went to Wudang, and Su Qianqian took control of Emei. If they follow Lord Hou to open the road to the sky, they will also be the ancestors in the future."

"I don't know if Martial Dao has the effect of increasing lifespan." At this time, a Taoist thought deeply, "The strength of the meng family master and the Li family master is not weak, but they are too old to be as strong as they are. The inner court has limited potential in the future. If Martial Dao is like Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddha, and also has the effect of increasing longevity, they can go further."

Another Confucian scholar shook his head: "It's difficult...the Confucian school has the gift of longevity growth in the Dao Confucian Realm. I don't know about Buddhism, but it seems that Taoism also has such an effect when you go to the Daojun Realm. Martial Dao...even if there is, It will take nine thousand miles."

As soon as the words came out, everyone nodded in approval. The reason why everyone lists the four of Ren Ji as the first class of Martial Dao is because they are young enough and can afford to wait.

"Are there any outstanding newcomers recently?" A Practitioner seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, and changed the subject.

"Most of those who are capable are stuck on the third floor. At present, the four Wu Ding are all attacking the fifth floor, but no one has succeeded yet."

"No way, the higher you go, the fewer people there are, but the stronger you are, the higher your chances of being matched, so..."

The Practitioner hadn't finished speaking when suddenly exclamations came from outside the Sword Discussion Pavilion. Everyone hurriedly looked outside, only to see that everyone was gathered in front of the Sword Discussion Monument, discussing a lot. On the tablet of discussing swords, a name suddenly appeared, and then the points continued to rise, rising steadily!

Everyone stared intently——

City Lord's Mansion, Ji Zhong!

...

On the third floor of Jiange.

Daoist Beifeng stood on the Wutai.

After losing to Ren Ji a few days ago, the Innate source of energy in his body was sucked out, which caused him to recite the scriptures for the past few days to make up for the dissipated Innate source of energy in his body.

Finally, it's filled!

For Ren Ji, Sad Feng admired him, but if he summed up the battle, he felt that he still underestimated the enemy. If you come to me to confront each other head-on, I won't necessarily lose!

Of course, what saddened Beifeng the most was that his senior brother, Taoist Master Chou Yu, successfully passed from the fourth floor to the fifth floor yesterday, and he had already shown off in front of him for twelve hours.

The scholars are right, it is tolerable or unbearable!

Today, he is sad, and he wants to enter the fourth floor first, and then break through the fifth floor.

He was one last fight short of the third tier.

The sad wind swept over the Confucian and Taoist disciples present, and they didn't think anyone was their own opponent. As for the Practitioner, he didn't read it.

In his heart, Ren Ji is the strongest!

At this time, the chime sounded in the Lunjian Pavilion, and a figure slowly appeared in front of Beifeng.

...

"Huh? This is... just ascended from the second floor?"

"It's so strange, I've never seen it before..."

"Look, the name has come out, Ji Zhong... Hiss, the City Lord's Mansion!"

"What? The City Lord's Mansion? I remember that the Practitioner of the last City Lord's Mansion was Miss Su Qianqian!"

"Could it be Lord Hou's secret weapon?"

"Wait...Ji Zhong? I remembered, it's Lord Hou's guard! Isn't he a Confucian disciple?"

"My God, my clan brother is on the second floor. It is said that he swung his sword seven times after ascending to the third floor!"

"That is to say, one sword fight?"

...

Beifeng looked at Ji Zhong in front of him, his eyelids twitched slightly.

He made a salute to Ji Zhong: "Being poor and sad, be polite."

Ji Zhong nodded, and replied: "Ji Zhong!"

Beifeng didn't say much anymore, he heard the discussion of people in the audience.

One sword one?

Either the sword is fast, or the sword is strong, and stability is the main priority.

With the thought firmly in mind, Beifeng exploded with Innate energy all over his body, condensing Tai Chi again to shine.

Beifeng didn't believe it, but he could still meet a second person who knew the Great Law of Beiming.

At this time, Ji Zhong looked at Beifeng shrouded in the brilliance of Tai Chi, his eyes were strange.

This move, he is in Zhongjing, as a firewood!

"Brother Ji, if you can't think of a way to unravel the supernatural power of Tai Chi's brilliance, I would advise you..."

A cold light suddenly appeared, Ji Zhong put his sword back into its sheath.

"Concession!"

Beifeng felt a chill in his heart, lowered his head, and saw that his Taoist robe had been cut open. If the opponent moved forward, it would be his chest that was cut open.

Beifeng froze in place: Is this... the end?

Dage, I'm promoted!

Why do you always match me with this kind of person!

Innumerable Taoist grandmas, am I losing the second game?

If you lose another game, you will go to the second floor?

It's not fair!

At this time, an ethereal voice came from Lun Jiange: "Ji Zhong, win!"

Beifeng looked at Ji Zhong with some helplessness: "Brother Ji, I also watched Wuhou's! What kind of trick is this? How come I don't remember it!"

Ji Zhong was expressionless, and said, "Know what's right, keep what's black."

"Breaking Path-Dark Light!"

"I created it myself..."

...

In the City Lord's Mansion, looking at the scene in the Lunjiange, Chen Luo was in a cheerful mood.

Luo Hongnu sat at the side, gave Chen Luo a bowl of fruit wine, and said with a light smile, "Master Hou, you are too much."

"Young Master Ji is someone who has killed the master, you let him go to fight the Jiange!"

"Isn't it too bullying?"

Chen Luo took a sip of fruit wine: "What's the matter? Xiao Ji is in the Aperture Cultivation Stage, and he hasn't even reached the Blood Raising Stage!"

"It's all three thousand miles away, so it's considered legal fishing, how can it be called fried fish!"

"Who made those Confucian and Taoist geniuses so arrogant."

"Xiao Ji, come on!"

...

Under the sky.

This is the core area under the wild sky, where the magnificent palaces that can't be seen at a glance shine with the brilliance of the wild moon.

A second rank barbarian quickly walked into a tall and beautiful building, walked through corridors full of exotic flowers and plants, and finally came to a secret room full of strange symbols.

In the secret room, there was a skeleton of a savage beast, and five women in white robes sat around the skeleton, exuding the aura of a first rank barbarian master. The second rank barbarian quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully and fell down.

"Meet the priest, the Manshen Palace has sent the imprint of the sky of the human race Langfei Immortal, I hope our Mantian Palace can restore the other party's appearance."

As he said that, the second rank barbarian took out a strangely shaped transparent container with both hands, and there were streaks of green energy floating in the container.

"Hmph, if Immortal Langfei hadn't killed a son of the Barbarian God, I'm afraid the Barbarian God wouldn't have personally captured Immortal Langfei's mark."

"Okay, it's not easy to collect the mark of the sky, and it will be counterattacked by the sky. Let me finish the errand first."

"That's right. My teacher is still very curious about what that Fairy Lang Fei looks like? I heard that even people who have fought against him can't remember his appearance."

"Today, the truth will be revealed!"

A first rank big barbarian pointed towards the transparent container, the seal on the transparent container was released, and green energy floated out, and then five big barbarian masters simultaneously pressed the limbs and head of the remains of the wild beast on the ground. A ferocious phantom of a wild beast stood on top of the remains.

The phantom of the wild beast took a deep breath, inhaled all the green air into his nose, then raised his head, shining with light, and looked up.

A ray of light appeared in the vision of the phantom of the wild beast.

It was a man, tall and thin, with loose hair, a few strands of hair covered his face, and his eyebrows could not be seen clearly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he didn't care about anything.

He held a long sword in his left hand and a jug in his right hand, looking as if he was about to break through the screen, and then, with a swipe of his long sword, the screen disappeared immediately.

Almost at the same time, the five barbarian masters raised their palms from the remains of the wild beasts as if they were being burned, and saw that everyone's palms seemed to have been cut by a sharp knife, leaving a deep wound.

"Impossible! Impossible!" one of the great barbarians exclaimed, "It can't be him!"

"Li Qinglian!"

"He's been dead for hundreds of years!"

"impossible!"

purple pen literature