I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Impossible!" Ye Shuyi and Lu Changle looked at each other.

For the exotic flowers in the soft garden, each plant has a particular growth position. After all, it takes ten years of savings to open the garden once. These ten years are the birth of the first birth of strange flowers.

But a flower falls, a peanut, still appearing in the same position, this... does not conform to the rules of formation.

Lu Changle walked up to Ye Shuyi without a trace, and Ye Shuyi took out the seal of Leya City Lord to check it, and said via voice transmission: "There is no problem with the formation."

Lu Changle frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it's Wu Hou's talent that is astonishing?"

Ye Shuyi raised her head, looked at Chen Luo in the video, and complained softly: "This man, every time he comes to Leya, he wants to do something different!"

At this time, everyone else was waiting with great interest for Chen Luo to continue writing poems.

...

Chen Luo looked at the swaying flower buds in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This flower looks so undeserving.

Swaying!

Am I, Chen Luo, the casual type?

Wang Bugui also nodded, and while harvesting the strange flowers below the third rank around him, he said, "Dage, let's change places!"

Chen Luo raised his leg, intending to change the place, but the strange flower suddenly sprouted a branch, which entangled Chen Luo's leg.

"This..." Wang Bugui stared straight at him. Before he came, the elders of the family once said that the exotic flowers above the third rank in Rouyuan have flower bones. The so-called Rouyuan flowers are Confucianism and have their own flower bones.

But why is this flower so active?

Could it be...a courtesan?

Chen Luo looked helplessly at the strange flower, feeling that he recognized himself!

"Forget it, it's all the same anyway, so it's you!" Chen Luo sighed and reached out to point at the flower bud.

Because Chen Luo was already in the flower field before, the flower theme did not appear. Now that Chen Luo intends to release this flower bud, he can only touch it again to stimulate the flower theme.

The moment Chen Luo touched the bud, a sad emotion came quickly.

At this time, Chen Luo's eyes blurred, and another illusion appeared again. It was outside Leya City Lord's Mansion, a thin figure stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

...

"Brother!" Lu Changle yelled out, and immediately apologized to Ye Shuyi's cupped hands, "Princess, forgive me!"

Ye Shuyi looked at the picture in the video and shook her head slightly: "Master Lu doesn't have to be like this. These are the test questions put in by my mother."

"It turns out that mother has always known!"

Lu Changle looked complicated, and looked at the figure in the picture again. That figure is named Lu Weiyang, logically, he should be the head of the Lu family.

Back then, Lu Weiyang was invited by Princess Roufu to become Princess Qingyue's teacher. Princess Qingyue is Ye Shuyi's mother.

It was only ten years of teaching that caused Lu Weiyang and Princess Qingyue to have a special relationship, but at that time Princess Qingyue had already made a marriage contract. In the end, Lu Weiyang went north alone, went to Yumen Pass to fight to the death, and died in the battle.

Lu Changle thought he was the only one who knew that the day before his elder brother left the city, he stood outside the city lord's mansion all night, and finally sighed: There is no fate in this life. Then he left and never looked back. And the Lu family tacitly stopped mentioning this descendant, as if the Lu family did not have such a person.

That was the seed of study that the Lu family valued the most!

It was just forgotten.

He never expected that Princess Qingyue knew all of this and put this scene in the Hundred Flowers Trial.

Princess Qingyue's intention is very clear, she wants others to write poems, she wants people to know that there was a great Confucian in this world, his name is Lu Weiyang.

Lu Changle suddenly felt his nose ache. This matter involved Princess Qingyue's reputation. He thought there would be no reversal, but he never expected that Princess Qingyue would let her go.

Now, this scene fell before Chen Luo's eyes.

That is a great talent handed down from generation to generation!

...

The phantom disappeared, and Chen Luo sighed slightly.

The meaning behind that picture has also been passed on, not only he knows it, but everyone knows it.

Life is the most bitter, there is no fate.

Since ancient times, there has been no love and no hatred!

Chen Luo raised his head, thinking of getting the lonely figure of Mochizuki in his mind, his fingers dropped——

Sit down and play the flute a few times, and the silver man and the red wall look into the distance.

Like this Star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight.

The lingering thought pulls out the cocoon, and the heart hurts to peel off the banana.

In March and May in 2035, the poor glass of wine never disappeared.

...

After the poem was written, a deeper feeling of regret spread, and everyone outside Rouyuan couldn't help but let out a long breath, as if they wanted to express the bitterness in their chests.

"Life is full of love and infatuation, this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon." The great Confucian of Caotang College sighed, "In the early years, I heard that there was an unknown Confucian in Yumen Pass, who fought fiercely with his life. The barbarian king died together. I only found out today that it was Lu Weiyang from the Lu family!"

The Confucian of the Shihao family nodded: "Princess Qingyue is not without affection, but the word 'helpless' is the most feared thing in the world. After reading all the regrets in the world, only missing is the most hurtful."

The Great Confucian of Yellow Crane Academy shook his head lightly, "Let's not talk about the behind-the-scenes matter, just talk about Wuhou's poem..."

"Looks like this Star is not last night, for whom will the night stand! What a lonely and desperate sentence."

"The past is in front of us, but it cannot be reproduced. We can only stand alone in the night sky. The world is so big that there is only one person. How do you know that Princess Qingyue was not looking up at the moon from behind the wall?"

"Look at the third sentence again. Mr. Yishan said, 'The spring silkworms will not die until the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry'. How similar it is, it can be compared!"

"Wuhou, great talent!"

The comments of several great Confucians naturally spread, and many people nodded their heads for a while.

Ye Shuyi was silent for a moment, then said: "Master Lu, set up Lu Daru's ranking when you get back."

"My mother doesn't even care about it, let alone your Lu family."

"As soon as Chen Luo's poem came out, Lu Daru will last forever."

Lu Changle hastily bowed deeply to Ye Shuyi, then turned around, and gave a long bow to Chen Luo in the picture, and did not get up for a long time.

...

In the soft garden.

The colorful text suspended in mid-air paused, and then floated into the strange flower. The bud of the strange flower trembled slightly, and then the petals slowly stretched out. At the same time, a strong fragrance of the flower came out.

"The fragrance of flowers is overwhelming!" Wang Bugui moved closer to Chen Luo, "Dage, it's a sign of second rank."

As soon as Wang Bugui finished speaking, the whole flower fully bloomed, and a strong fragrance spread out. At this moment, a ray of light flew out of Chen Luo's body and fell into the flower.

At this time, there seemed to be a phantom condensed on the flower, Wang Bugui smiled and said: "The flower shadow is about to come out, it's Er... eh?"

Before Wang Bugui finished speaking, the phantom actually turned into a bird, and then the bird opened its mouth, and a clear bird song sounded.

"Birds and flowers!" Wang Bugui was overjoyed, and grabbed Chen Luo's hand, "It's first rank! First rank! First rank strange flower!"

Just when Wang Bugui shouted, the fragrance of the flowers spread suddenly, quickly spread to the Three Hundred Miles Soft Garden, and then continued outward, revealing the formation of the Soft Garden!

...

"Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant!"

"First rank strange flower!"

Immediately, there was an exclamation outside the Rouyuan, which was mixed with this unbelievable voice, "Wen Yun raised the quality of the strange flower from the third rank to the second rank, but it can also be raised from the second rank to the first rank?"

"Back then, Jushi Yi'an also achieved first rank in his poems, and then the quality of his rhyme has improved a little!"

"Everyone, just in case... I said just in case, Marquis Wu's next poem will be first rank, and if the rhyme improves..."

"Sacred grade? Impossible! Linhuang has not been conferred a saint, how could the soft garden she set up cultivate a sacred flower! Impossible!"

"Stop discussing these things, the fragrance of exotic flowers is all over the city..."

...

Leya City.

A strange fragrance was born out of thin air and spread throughout the city.

"Hahahahaha, Marquis Wu! It must be Marquis Wu!"

"Hurry up and let the children inhale the fragrance of flowers. This is the fragrance of Wenhua's exotic flowers, which can enhance their literary talent!"

"Quick, quick! You open your mouth to inhale, how much can you inhale with your nose!"

"No farting, no one is allowed to fart!"

In the entire Leya City, adults gathered their children over their heads, and the children were breathing heavily.

...

In the soft garden.

Several rays of light flew over quickly, it was Ling Jueding, Liu Chenzhou and Xia Qingchuan.

The three looked at the birds flying around Chen Luo and the blooming flowers, and looked at each other.

Ling Jueding sighed: "Marquis Wu, half a cup of tea!"

I only parted from you for half a cup of tea, and you stimulated the first rank flower?

Can you still have fun!

Liu Chenzhou opened the paper fan and fanned it, and said with a smile, "If you don't become a saint, I won't write poems anymore in this life!"

Hurry up and become a saint. After you become a saint, you don't have to compare with us.

Xia Qingchuan blinked, jumped to Chen Luo's side, and hugged Chen Luo's arm.

"Wuhou... big brother, do you think I'm pretty?"

Chen Luo poked Xia Qingchuan's head with his fingers, and cupped his hands to Ling Jueding and Liu Chenzhou: "I'm laughing."

Liu Chenzhou quickly waved his hands: "Don't say that. We are the joke! You are laughing!"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone couldn't help but smile.

Ling Jueding smiled and said: "Forget it, my poetic heart is frustrated, and I probably won't be able to write any good poems. It's better to follow Wuhou and see if you have any other works handed down from generation to generation."

Liu Chenzhou also nodded: "The title of the next poem will be "Crossing the Soft Garden with Liu Chenzhou and Fu Gave a Poem"."

Xia Qingchuan stared: "No, it should be "Crossing the Rouyuan with Xia Qingchuan, Ling Jueding, and Liu Chenzhou and getting a poem"!"

Wang Bugui coughed dryly, indicating that he was still there.

Chen Luo laughed and choked up his saliva: "Cough cough cough... definitely... cough cough cough!"

"Then let's go!" Liu Chenzhou closed the paper fan, "There is an undetermined rare flower ahead, I will lead the way!"

Chen Luo nodded, and stretched out his hand to pick off the strange flower of first rank. The moment he picked it off, the flower stem burned up again, and another strange flower sprang out from the ground, swaying gracefully.

Liu Chenzhou said "Huh?" almost at the same time, and said, "Strange, just now I saw that undetermined rare flower disappear!"

At the same time, the phantoms of birds condensed from the first rank strange flower danced around the new bud of the strange flower, as if Chen Luo continued to urge this strange flower.

At the same time, the book of life and death in Chen Luo's mind trembled again, Chen Luo's eyes blurred, and he did not see the flower field again, but the stone statues of birds and birds.

But at this time, weird things happened.

The heads of those stone statues turned and all looked at Chen Luo.

The carved eyes of the stone statue turned.

At this moment, these stone statues seemed to have become living creatures.

However, Chen Luo didn't feel any malice from the bird statue's eyes, but a kind of expectation...