I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Ilisa Khan, it's over."

Mordan stepped out of the traveling luxury tent car and looked at the sky. The brilliance of the wild sun in the sky has dimmed, and the outline of the wild moon is quietly visible.

"Emperor, did something happen?" The high priest, who roughly adjusted his clothes, came out of the tented cart, winking like silk.

"The eight khan's qi are connected, and the emperor sensed that the tower bone destroyed Ilisa's khan!" Mordan sighed softly, "but two Mosi hours have passed, and there is no The day of a new god rises."

"Tower bone, failed!"

"Self-destruct the big banner!" The spring on the high priest's face receded in an instant, she closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened her eyes, "Mantian has begun to withdraw the power of luck that fell on the Ilisa Khan."

"Mantian..." Mordan looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, but his face was a little lonely.

Human races often laugh at barbarians for their chaotic etiquette and rebelliousness, but in fact all tribes in Mantian have corresponding regulations. The Hou, Wang, and Khan tribes, including the highest-ranking Tian tribe, Mantian will give corresponding Mantian luck in accordance with the regulations.

With such luck, powerful warriors, clever priests, and indispensable resources for the development of barbarians can be bred.

But luck is limited. For example, no matter how it changes, there are only eight Khans under Mantian.

Therefore, even if some tribes have Manshen, if there is no shortage in the Khan tribe, they still cannot be promoted. And there is only one way to create a shortage in the Ministry of Khan, and that is to destroy the big banner of the Ministry of Khan.

The big banner is the proof that Mantian recognizes the tribe.

But because of this, the big banners of each Khan are protected with the utmost care. The location and method of hiding are the absolute secrets of each Khan, and may even be linked to the lives of one or more people. In this case, it would be more convenient to slaughter the entire Khan Ministry if you want to destroy the big banner.

What's more, the eight Khan tribes are connected with each other, and under the auspices of the Golden Tent City, there was an agreement with the eight tribes. That is to say, there can be disputes among the Khans, but it is not allowed to target the big banners, otherwise they will attack them together.

As for the upward challenge of the royal family, that is the survival rule of the barbarians, but in the past thousand years, only one royal family successfully challenged the Khan tribe, took away the opponent's luck, and was promoted to the barbarian tribe.

Therefore, in Mantian, only when the tribe is almost extinct, will there be a situation of self-destruction, in order to win a chance for the tribe to fight for their lives. As for the tribes that have lost their big banners, even if they are not extinct, Mantian will no longer favor them. At this time, the title of the Ministry of Khan will disappear, and only by breaking it into pieces and becoming scattered tribes, large and small, will it be possible to regain the wild weather luck.

This is why there are so many small tribes on the grassland.

Mordan knew about Tower Bone's plan. The purpose of the tower bone is to borrow the instant power of the Conferred Gods to reunite the big banners with the godhead. In fact, many seniors have done this.

It's just that the tower bone failed!

Mordan narrowed his eyes slightly, he thought of the day when Tower Bone found him in person and wanted to participate in the Battle of Winter.

"Mordan, we are all the Khans! But have you ever seen the Khans without the gods?"

"Human Linhuang's Northern Expedition destroyed three of the Eight Great Khans, and the Human Martial God made another Northern Expedition and killed the remaining three Barbarian Gods, including you and me."

"Why do you stay in the Southern Territory and fight against the human race every year? Is it really because Emperor Lin drove him during the Northern Expedition?"

"I don't know how many tribes took refuge in Linhuang back then! It's just that there are no wild gods to speak for you!"

"I'm going to take a gamble. Conferred Gods go to heaven! Will you help me?"

"I would like to become a blood brother with you. If it happens, the light of my God Sun will also shine on Mordan."

...

"What exactly happened?" As the High Priest of Mordan, who arranged the isolation seal together with High Priest Eliza, looked puzzled, "Although the Bone Emperor only brought 50,000 barbarian troops, he was the elite of the Khan. There are more than a hundred barbarian kings. Coupled with the bone emperor's own strength and the self-defeating power of the reborn Dazhu, there is no reason why they can't take Taiping City!"

Mordan shook his head: He didn't know either.

In fact, he knows more. He knows the existence of the holy soul of Taiping City, the call of the elephant in Taiping, and the track of the two gods prepared by the tower bone.

Sure enough, but it just fell short.

Mordan felt sad in his heart.

A Khan tribe, for the sake of a human city, was folded in a battle of the level of the Battle of Winter.

Even if the tower bone can come back alive, it will not be able to keep the huge Ilisa Khan.

When the news spreads, the Ilisa Khan will become the fattest corpse on the grassland, attracting countless vultures.

Mordan knew that among the most powerful vultures were the Mordan Khans.

He admires the tower bone, and sincerely becomes a brother with the tower bone.

But in the face of Mantian and interests, emotion is not worth mentioning.

"The white wind blowing from the endless ice field has stopped, but the wind under the wild sky has just blown!"

Mordan sighed softly: "Order, go back as fast as possible."

"The most delicious bite of meat should go into the stomach of my Mordan!"

"Yes!"

...

The setting sun is like blood, but it is not as red as the earth.

The battle in Taiping City is over.

The residents of the city walked out of the dilapidated city gate one after another and began to clean the battlefield.

They did not look at the corpses of those barbarians, which were the trophies of the comrades who came to help.

They scraped open the soil and searched inch by inch.

They wanted to find the broken meat and broken bones that could remain after Taiping was opened.

The people of Taiping Academy can't die quietly in the world like this. Their last wish is to cast them into the Confucian bone palace, and then protect future generations.

The predecessors scattered their souls to save me, and I will be a heroic soul to protect future generations.

In the future, the drumbeat of the battle will be heard, and then enter the battlefield to slay the barbarian god.

"Here, it must be here!" Wang Xuance dug desperately, behind him was a long ravine. Suddenly, Wang Xuan Ce's movements stopped, and the tears Setsuna, who was finally suppressed, burst out of his eyes.

He carefully pulled Own out of the dirt, a piece of brown antler with blood on it.

"Senior Lu..." Wang Xuance burst into tears.

Logically, he should be dead too. At the last moment, it was Lu Nianfeng who rescued him from the battle.

Wang Xuance took off the clothes he didn't hurry, wrapped the antlers carefully, and rushed to the Confucian bone hall in the city.

...

When Chen Luo passed the Confucian Bone Hall, he heard the sound of pianos coming from inside.

Walking into the Confucian Bone Hall, the two sat opposite each other, one played the piano, and the other listened with eyes closed.

The sound of the piano is deep, but the tune that pops up is magnificent and vast, as if the human race has thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of it. The melodious tunes spread in the Confucian bone hall. Chen Luo sat cross-legged and listened quietly.

Finally, with the last plucking of the strings, a drop of tears fell on the strings and turned into water droplets, and the sound of the piano trembled slightly, as if exhorting. The piano player held down the strings with both hands, and looked at the old man listening to the piano in front of him.

The corner of the old man's mouth was smiling, but he had been dead for a long time.

"Layman, sorry!" Chen Luo said softly.

The player who played the qin was Wu Yihang, the great Confucian Hanqin layman of Baizhan Hall who came to Taiping City from Wanren Mountain, and the old man in front of him said "the soul is back", using his own soul as a guide to call thousands of heroic souls The Great Confucianist Wu Tianjia who woke up and entered the battle.

In front of Wu Tianjia, there are still four blood poems.

The arrogance is still too empty, but the loyalty shines through the ages.

I did not serve the country in this life, but I kept it as a loyal soul.

"I was originally a runaway barbarian slave!" Wu Yihang said softly, "Being taught by a teacher is like a master like a father."

"The teacher has never stepped out of the Confucian bone hall since he became a great Confucianist. He loves to listen to my piano sound most, and he said that my piano sound can reflect mountains and rivers."

"The mountains and rivers are safe, and the heroic soul rests in peace. He will feel at ease."

Chen Luo listened quietly.

When Wu Yihang arrived in Taiping City, the war had come to an end. The great Confucian descended from the sky and smashed a barbarian king to death with the guqin in his hand.

"Master Wuli has broken the seal formation, Wanrenshan will come soon." Chen Luo replied.

Wu Yihang nodded: "Marquis Wu, I'm going to transform my country and the world next, please tell the military minister for me. Wu Yihang, I'm back in Taiping City."

"This Confucian bone palace, I will guard it."

As he spoke, he looked down at the guqin in his hand and shook his head slightly.

"The teacher has passed away, who will see the mountains and rivers in the piano?

"This piano, stop playing!"

As he said that, the strings of the qin shattered and the body of the qin broke. He got up slowly and walked towards Wu Tianjia. Every time he took a step forward, Wu Tianjia's figure became unreal. When Wu Yihang stood in front of Wu Tianjia, Chen Luo seemed to see Wu Tianjia slowly getting up and facing Wu Yihang gave a salute, then rose slowly and merged into the Confucian bone hall.

Wu Yihang returned a salute to the void, sat in the same position where Wu Tianjia disappeared, and slowly closed his eyes.

Chen Luo stood up, bowed deeply to Wu Yihang who was already in meditation, and turned to leave.

Not long after Chen Luo left, Wang Xuance walked into the Confucian bone hall.

Wang Xuance first saw Wu Yihang who was in meditation, he was silent for a moment, respectfully saluted, then walked to a large cauldron in the middle of the Confucian Bone Hall, took out the antlers in his hand, and slowly put them into the cauldron.

He looked around the Confucian Bone Hall, and said softly: "College Zhang, Wu Daru, Su Daru, Pingping, An'an, and gentlemen and classmates, Taiping City, are still there!"

"Have a good night's sleep."

"The students of Taiping City who are studying abroad will come back, and Taiping City will not collapse."

"Forgive me for not staying with Wang Xuance, I will leave the sky today and enter the barbarian sky."

"wait me back."

"People, or, souls!"

...

In Taiping City.

Dongcang Practitioners can be seen everywhere in groups of three or five, avoiding the sad residents of Taiping City, trying not to show their inner excitement, but talking to each other very seriously.

"Brother Li, how is the harvest?"

"That's right, I took more than fifty drops of stubborn Blood Essence. Brother Huang, how about you?"

"Hey, I followed behind to catch the leak, and took a small bottle of Brutal General's Blood Essence. How can this blood-boosting illusion be beaten!"

"Don't worry about it. It's much more than the Blood Essence in my hand before exchanging Blood Essence with Sharon or handing it in to the Sword Pavilion."

"It's not worth mentioning, have you heard? Adamo, Ren Ji, Su Qianqian, Song Wuji, and Qin Yu, who recently appeared, joined forces and killed a handsome man!"

"Hey, I heard that. We don't understand the world of geniuses! But it is estimated that many people will be promoted to the blood level now, and it will be even more difficult to fight in Jiange!"

"Yeah... Hurry up and digest the harvest."

"Yeah, that's right!"

...

Jin Guagua looked at the black crowd in front of him and frowned slightly.

"Quack..."

"Gah... (Are you looking down on me? Don't!)"

"Gah! (Those Medicine Pills are for you!)"

A Practitioner squeezed out and said with a smile: "Master Gua, you can't do this. We Wufu, we will repay our kindness."

"You saved us by donating the Medicine Pill on the battlefield. We have harvested, so naturally we will give half of it to you!"

"If you don't accept it, our thoughts will not be clear, and we will be Qi Deviation. Everyone said, isn't it?"

Everyone shouted: "Yes!"

"Accept it, accept it!" Everyone said, they put the prepared thank you gifts in front of Jin Guagua, turned and ran.

Jin Guagua frowned and sighed as he watched the densely packed harvest.

"Quack. (I just want to spend some money!)"

"Quack? (Why are the people I saved so lucky and gained so much?)"

"Gah... (This money is getting more and more spent...)"

...

At the same time, a familiar figure was listening to the narration of the two great scholars.

"What? The heroes of the long river of romance come out together, with soldiers and martial arts, and the Four Books are in the world!"

"What? Yazi manifests, even if he is far away, he will be killed!"

"What? Three hundred righteous men go to death, and eight thousand Confucian scholars open peace?"

"What? Break the big banner, call the holy soul, there is an elephant in peace!"

"What? The track of two gods? Master Hou's luck is like a waterfall?"

"What? The barbarian god is dying, fleeing with a drop of blood?"

The figure trembled all over, and the brush in his hand that was about to record was broken.

"What did the old man miss!"

"Yuyou heaven, why are you inferior to me!"

Looking at the sad and angry old man in front of him, the fat Confucian quickly comforted him: "Oh, Mr. Sima, you are so irritable..."

"Calm down!"

"Aren't we the same as you said?"

Sima Lie waited for the fat and thin scholars in front of him: "Hmph, can it be the same?"

"You don't understand!"

Sima Lie thought about it.

"Would you like to add a post-war incident?"

"Write it down to my relatives watching it?"

"As for how future generations understand what I see, whether it is the whole process or only after the war, it is a matter of opinion."

"Well... this method works."