I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The house arranged by Yang Qianli is naturally good, with rockery, emerald ponds, jagged rocks, and various exotic flowers and plants dotted among them, which is quite like a Luozhou garden that is "close to the universe".

It is said that this was originally the retirement garden of the second rank Jiaolong. After the evil Jiao was destroyed by the He family, the Lu family, the first family of Leya, wanted to give this house to Yang Qianli on behalf of the City Lord's Mansion. Yang Qianli refused to accept it, but in the end, due to the face of Princess Pingyang, he could only accept this wish on behalf of his own Lord Hou. They don't live in it on weekdays, but they send someone to clean it from time to time, and they have the right to be Chen Luo's garden in Leya City. Chen Luo came here today, so it was naturally arranged here.

At this time, Chen Luo was not in the mood to visit the elegant gardens, and his mind was full of that weird little beggar. It's just that regardless of Confucianism or Taoism, at most it is to fix the appearance and not rejuvenate, so it is rare to see a master who looks like a child.

Could it be the reincarnated soul boy of Buddhism?

Impossible, if the reincarnated soul boy wants to re-cultivate the advanced Cultivation Base, he has to practice step by step, but compared to ordinary people, there is no bottleneck. Besides, that look about to starve to death doesn't look like a soul boy?

Chen Luo shook his head, perhaps because he was so impressed with the beggar in the carriage that his eyes were dazzled. As for the change of the dangerous mirror, to be honest, under Heavenly Dao's bad luck, the dangerous mirror basically became a vibration mode.

Maybe it's my eyesight.

Chen Luo didn't tell Lang Feixian and the others about it either. After all, there was no need to hide it, and they couldn't make any preparations. Telling them would only increase their worry. If something happened, the soldiers would cover it up. However, he gave Yang Qianli an extra order to check on the situation of the little beggar and report back.

After tidying up his emotions, he sat in the study, wrote a greeting card himself, and handed it to Yang Qianli to send to Princess Pingyang, and then he started looking for Jin Guagua.

Needless to say, from the senior sister, all the cultural treasures that can be produced must be given to herself, but Jin Guagua is also a top rich second generation.

The kind with a pinch of oil.

...

"Gah?" The pumpkin, who was licking a sugar-coated and throwing a Medicine Pill, looked at Chen Luo, took off the small backpack on his back, looked inside it, and raised his head, "Gah!"

"It doesn't matter whether it's Wenbao, Daobao or Buddhabao! I'll exchange other treasures with you!" Chen Luo nodded and said.

Jin Guagua looked through the backpack again, and then simply threw the backpack to Chen Luo: "Quack! Quack! (Look for yourself! I can't find it)"

Chen Luo took the thumb-sized backpack, and he was not polite, anyway, his brother. He branched out a ray of divine and soul power into the small backpack, and was instantly shocked.

Inside the backpack, there are nine gleaming mountains, and a series of strange waterfalls leave from the mountains. If you look closely, the waterfalls are actually composed of medicine pills.

"Crack! Crack! (Whoever you like, tell me! Take it out!)"

"Quack... (No one else can take it except me!)"

"Gah! (I can only take the first four treasure mountains, but I can't get the last five because my Cultivation Base has not arrived!)"

Chen Luo's gaze quickly swept across the four treasure mountains, and treasures that were rare outside flashed across his mind. Among them, there are many materials that can be refined into Wenbao, but unfortunately there are no ready-made ones.

Chen Luo withdrew from the backpack, returned the backpack to Jin Guagua, and asked curiously, "Why do you have so many treasures? Your mother-in-law's house is not as rich as you, right?"

Jin Guagua put his backpack back on his back: "Quack! (They are all from my mother.)"

"Cack! Cack? (My mother is Sky Luck Toad! Sky Luck Toad, do you understand?)"

"Gah! (It's the kind that can fall into the ruins of the ancient monster with just a hop!)"

Speaking of this, Jin Guagua, who has always been heartless, suddenly looked a little lonely, and his singing was not so loud.

"Quack... (The only unlucky thing for my mother may be that she gave birth to me...)"

"Quack... (She gave birth to me with her good luck...)"

Seeing Jin Guagua's depression, Chen Luo couldn't help feeling distressed, and patted Jin Guagua's head lightly: "Auntie must think that is the luckiest thing in her life."

"Gah..." Jin Guagua yelled to himself, but this time there was no sound transmission from the soul, and then, he regained his arrogant expression, and said: "Gah? Gah! Gah! (Do you want those treasures? No Question! Let's buy it!)"

As he spoke, Jin Guagua patted his own small backpack: "Quack!"

Chen Luo laughed dumbfounded, and stroked the frog's head well. Suddenly, Chen Luo thought of a question.

Hasn't Jin Guagua been clinging to the senior brother all this way? Why is the elder brother missing?

...

garden pond.

A green lotus floats in the water.

Yun Siyao strolled to the edge of the pond, glanced at the pond, and called softly: "Eldest brother..."

Qinglian slowly floated over and turned into the phantom of Fairy Langfei: "Xiaoyaoer! Didn't you accompany little brother?"

Yun Siyao blushed slightly, and said coquettishly: "Mastiff Lingling is following. I deliberately found a free time to chat with you."

Lang Feixian looked helpless: "Did you see it?"

Yun Siyao nodded: "When we left Dongcang, senior brother, you should have recovered the Confucianism Cultivation Base, right?"

The phantom of Lang Feixian nodded slowly.

"Before Junior Brother opened the Heavenly Gate, or more precisely, when I was in the Wuliang Lake of the Martial Academy, I had already restored the Great Confucianism Cultivation Base."

"Then why..." Yun Siyao waved his hand, and there was an extra futon on the ground. Yun Siyao knelt and sat on the futon, "You want to follow Li Qinglian's way?"

The phantom of Lang Feixian sat down casually: "Did my junior brother tell you about Qinglian's remnant soul beheading a barbarian god in my dream?"

Yun Siyao nodded.

"That's not an ordinary remnant soul." Lang Feixian sighed, "That's not a remnant soul, it's a Sword intent! Shixin Sword intent!"

"At the same time as the sword slashed the barbarian god, it also showed me the poetic way of swordsmanship!"

Yun Siyao shook his head slightly: "But big brother, you don't have the poetic world of Li Qinglian. Throughout the ages, no one can create the world with poetry like Li Qinglian."

Lang Feixian's expression was a bit lonely: "Is there any wine?"

Yun Siyao turned over his hands, and there was an extra jug of wine in his hand. He slapped the mud seal off, and Yun Siyao poured all of them onto Qinglian.

"It's not impossible!" Lang Feixian laughed, "I just want to take advantage of my junior brother."

Yun Siyao blinked, and instantly understood Lang Feixian's thoughts. After a while, he hesitated and said: "But... Senior Brother, you are only one step away from becoming a saint!"

"What a pity."

"One step is so close, one step is Tianya!" Lang Feixian shook his head slightly, "It's just that I might want to steal the limelight from my junior brother."

Yun Siyao chuckled lightly: "If you really want to do that, the success rate of my junior brother can be increased by at least 10%! Besides..."

Yun Siyao took out another jug ​​of wine, but this time he drank a couple of sips before pouring it on Qinglian: "Have you ever seen a master whose limelight was stolen by the guards!"

"Hahahaha..." Lang Feixian laughed out loud twice, not a little bit of a dishonest look on weekdays. His illusory figure slowly disappeared, but a voice came out; "Let me contemplate a little longer, go further, don't tell my junior brother beforehand."

"When the time comes, give him a surprise!"

After the voice fell, Qinglian slowly floated away.

Yun Siyao got up slowly, looked at the green lotus floating in the pool, and sighed indiscernibly.

...

Leya City Lord's Mansion.

Princess Pingyang looked at the greeting card in her hand, and threw it aside with a dark face, a little dissatisfied: "Why are these people so shameless?"

"Because I'm the heir of Saint, I don't want to meet. This is a love poem every day, do they think I haven't seen any good poems or words in Pingyang?"

"If you want to impress me with poetry, their ancestors are almost resurrected!"

Lu Changle who was on the side quickly said: "Princess be careful! Saint must not be disrespectful!"

"Isn't Wu Hou's song 'Ask what love in the world is' that day, making the princess an exception to meet each other, this matter spread more and more widely in Leya City, and it became more and more evil, so that they all thought that the princess prefers this kind of thing! "

"That's why..."

Hearing Lu Changle's words, Princess Pingyang curled her lips: "That's how he wrote such poems!"

Lu Changle choked for a moment, and said, "Actually, there are a few young masters who are pretty good!"

Princess Pingyang: "It's not as good as Chen Luo!"

Lu Changle is helpless, princess, you are being unreasonable.

How do you compare Chen Luo's poems?

Thinking of those guests, Lu Changle also sighed.

"After all, they are all guests invited by the ancestors. Maybe the princess's future husband-in-law is among them. The princess should take a good look." After speaking, he added, "It's much better than the ancestors asking for marriage in the future."

Princess Pingyang shrugged her shoulders indifferently: "If you mean marriage, you mean marriage. I've thought about it a long time ago. At worst, I'll be a widow and city lord!"

"Maybe a chaste archway can be erected outside the city lord's mansion."

"Will it be very Face?"

"Cough cough cough!" Lu Changle was shocked by Princess Pingyang's words.

How did the majestic princess who looked like Celestial Immortals have a mouth?

At this moment, a maid hurried in and handed an invitation to Princess Pingyang: "Princess, Master Yang of Leyagang has handed over an invitation."

"Yang Qianli?" Princess Pingyang was puzzled, she stretched out her hand to take the greeting card, and only after reading two lines of words, her eyes lit up.

"Master Lu, Chen Luo has come to Leya!"

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