I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Chen Luo stood where he was, but his soul drifted into the underworld and landed on Martial Dao.

On the colorful avenue that spreads for six thousand miles, suddenly a blue lotus flower blooms, and the green lotus flower spins, wisps of Sword Qi swallow, forming phantom shadows of long swords on the blue lotus flower.

Immediately, the phantom of the long sword issued a clattering sword cry, and in the sword cry, the sound of chant poems came out, like a sword song.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

"Ju Huai Yi is vigorous and eager to fly, and wants to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon..."

"One day the roc rises with the same wind, soaring up to 90,000 li..."

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone..."

"The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names..."

"It should be the Celestial Immortals who got drunk and smashed the white clouds..."

"The gate of heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward..."

...

A poem after another resounded through Qingming accompanied by the clear and beautiful sword sound, and the blossoming green lotus slowly fell into the colorful avenue, and finally merged together.

The Martial Dao Avenue was shaken suddenly, at the end of the six thousand miles, before Chen Luokai had gone nine thousand miles, suddenly there were sword Qi bursts, and the Sword Qi spread across the void, as if forming a nine thousand miles The sword of a thousand miles is a long rope.

"Eldest brother..." Chen Luo's heart skipped a beat.

Since ancient times, it is natural that the short road merges with the long road, such as those three thousand miles, six thousand miles, and finally merged into the Tongtian Road of the Confucian Dao.

Just like the saying "Wish to follow the tail of a horse and travel thousands of miles away", you can't go that far, but you can follow those horses and let them take you thousands of miles to travel.

But this time, Lang Feixian did the opposite, took the initiative to strip the way of poetry and sword from Confucianism and Taoism, and integrated it into Martial Dao.

Li Qinglian's poetic swordsmanship has crossed nine thousand miles and stepped on the long bridge of seeking, but what about Martial Dao?

Six thousand miles!

It is not so much that Lang Feixian used Martial Dao to re-open the poetic way of swordsmanship, it is better to say that Lang Feixian pulled a long rope on Chen Luo's future road for Chen Luo to control and share part of the nine thousand miles of Heavenly for Chen Luo Dao pressure.

Taking ten thousand steps back, if Chen Luo's Martial Dao stops at six thousand miles, then the Martial Dao people can choose to change to the poetic sword way, and they can also reach the height of nine thousand miles.

Of course, because Immortal Lang Fei abandoned Confucianism and Taoism, he also gave up creating his own Dao, and instead focused on Martial Dao, so if Chen Luo does not become a saint, the poetic swordsmanship will never go far!

It is both a gamble and a care!

If the bet wins, the senior brother will benefit from the honor of the junior brother, and at the same time he will be able to travel thousands of miles with martial arts and swords.

If you lose the bet, you will share the pressure of Jiuqianli for your younger brother, Martial Dao will bloom, and you will protect the way with your sword.

In addition, for Martial Dao, there will be another First Stage change.

That is, because the poetic kendo feeds back to Martial Dao, the kendo in Martial Dao has more First Stage power than other paths. Its power is one point higher than other martial arts.

...

All kinds of fusion, but for a moment, when Chen Luo opened his eyes again, the sound of swords just fell in his ears.

Lang Fei's fairy robes fluttered, and he said with a smile: "Junior brother, remember."

"Poetic swordsmanship, not sticking to famous and long poems, but a breath of joy in the chest!"

"What is poetry! What you think in your heart and what you say in your mouth is poetry!"

"The literati have the poetry of the literati, and the common man has the poetic feeling of the common man!"

"Using emotion as a sword is the essence of poetic swordsmanship!"

One of Lang Feixian's hands merged into a sword finger, and a poetic lingering wave on the finger turned into a long sword in an instant.

This is intention, not anger!

Poetic sword.

Fairy Langfei raised his hand, and swipe down towards Hungry Ghosts who was a few steps away.

Suddenly, Chen Luo felt that the space was divided by Lang Feixian's finger. You couldn't see the sword, but you could feel the sword everywhere.

The sword of love is nowhere to be found, and the sword pierces the heart.

The Hungry Ghosts also sensed the danger, stopped suddenly, opened their mouths and roared forward, the huge sound wave was like a huge wave rushing, Chen Luo sent out a stream of red dust to protect the ordinary coachman.

Hungry Ghosts' howling didn't have any effect. In an instant, the little ghost was pierced with sword marks, as if pierced by countless long swords. The invisible sword struck one after another, preventing the kid from falling to the ground at all.

Fairy Lang Fei didn't stop, he stepped over Huang Doudou, walked past Mung Doudou, passed Red Doudou, and finally was only three steps away from the little ghost who was beaten into the air, Lang Feixian stopped, and a majestic The Sword intent emanated from Lang Feixian's body, and the nearest Red Doudou felt a huge force blowing towards him, and was immediately pushed back by the Sword Intent air machine for several feet. Mung Doudou wanted to help, but was caught by the air. The aircraft was engulfed and flew backwards, and did not stop until it landed on Soybean Doudou.

Chen Luo's eyes widened at this time, he seemed to see countless Flying Swords hanging upside down like a waterfall, sweeping around Lang Feixian, and flying towards the sky. These are not real swords, but the Sword intent in Lang Feixian's heart.

I saw Chen Luo raised his hand, pointed at the kid, and said softly: "One sword falls to Nine Heavens."

In an instant, the sword river made up of the sword intent from the sky turned its head in the air, like a waterfall suspended in the air, and fell with a bang, hitting all the imps on the body. The little ghost fell to the ground with a bang, and then the sword didn't stop, it was still falling.

"Huh..." Lang Feixian let out a sigh of relief, turned around, and walked back to the front of the car step by step.

"Little brother, can you still see this poetic swordsmanship?" Lang Feixian smiled brightly, "I just entered the third rank, and my power is a bit weaker!"

Chen Luo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said solemnly: "Senior brother is mighty!"

"Hahahaha!" Lang Feixian finally raised his head and laughed, leaning against the frame of the car, Chen Luo asked in a low voice, "Are you dead?"

"It's clear."

"This is one of the six realms, is there any more?"

"I have merged with Dao. Heavenly Dao has sensed it. The sword cry just now is the sound of Dao, and the enchantment can't be closed! Even if there is still, I probably won't dare to come out again..."

As soon as Lang Feixian finished speaking, there was a sudden thunder in the sky. Chen Luo raised his head, and two beams of light, one black and one white, descended from the sky. The space in the sky was like glass, with black and white beams as the core, and finally shattered. Cracked, revealing the face of rushing.

"Xiaoyao'er is here." After Lang Feixian said a word, he climbed into the car, lay down on the ground, and fell asleep soundly.

A flash flashed before Chen Luo's eyes, and Yun Siyao stood nervously in front of Chen Luo, and asked, "Little Junior Brother, is there anything wrong?"

"Senior Brother, has he merged with the Dao?"

"Who did it?"

Facing Yun Siyao's series of questions, Chen Luo quickly answered them one by one. At this time, many figures flew across the sky and landed in front of Chen Luo's car.

...

Ye Shuyi received the news of Chen Luo's attack immediately, and was relieved when she learned that there was no serious problem.

"Hungry Ghosts?" Ye Shuyi frowned, "Have you found out the origin of that little beggar boy?"

Lu Changle nodded: "It's a refugee who was kidnapped from Yuanzhou in the north, but if you search further down, there will be no clues."

"Prepare an apology, I will personally apologize to Senior Brother Chen."

"Yes." Lu Changle thought for a while and said, "Master Wuhou's butler Mastiff seems to be buying and exchanging great Confucian treasures for Wuhou all the time. He doesn't care about the utility, as long as it is conceived and raised by Confucianism."

"Why don't you look for it in the city lord's treasury and find what you like?"

Ye Shuyi nodded when she heard the words: "Master Lu is in charge."

Lu Changle was overjoyed: "This old man must be well prepared!"

...

After the assassination, the banquet will naturally be impossible.

Go to one of the six paths, and no one can tell if there are five paths. Yun Siyao directly asked Lang Feixian to move into Chen Luo's bedroom, sharing one room with the other, so as not to be in danger again. Of course, she moved next door herself.

"It's not Buddhism!" Yun Siyao's face was serious, "I just checked the corpse of the Hungry Ghosts, and it wasn't nourished by the new Buddhist principles, but there was a faint trace of righteousness and holy power!"

Lang Feixian was stunned: "Is it someone from the Confucianism sect who wants to harm my junior brother?"

"The Fang family?"

Yun Siyao thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's unlikely!"

"Most of the previous schemes of the Fang family were caused by the half-sacred family who has been in the devil for a hundred years. Although the real Fang family is selfish and rotten, they still pay close attention to their faces. After all, 'ritual' is the holy way. Besides, with Second Senior Sister and King Zhen keeping an eye on the Fang family, it is unlikely that the Fang family can make this arrangement."

"Who could it be?" Lang Feixian hesitated, "His in-law families? Or other wealthy families?"

"It's hard to say!" Yun Siyao frowned, "Maybe it's hiding evil intentions, maybe it's planting the blame, maybe it's the Buddhism itself playing tricks!"

"However, we have to figure it out. There is only one thousand days to be a thief, and there is no one to prevent a thousand days. This matter has to be investigated." Yun Siyao's tone had a trace of anger. After all, she was negligent before and did not go with Chen Luo on the pretext of refining the blood lotus, which gave the Hungry Ghosts a chance to attack.

"Any clues?" Chen Luo asked.

Yun Siyao stretched out his hand, and a wisp of faint green energy hovered in his hand: "This is a trace of righteousness I extracted from the corpse of Hungry Ghosts, senior brother, sense it, which Saint is it?"

Lang Feixian stretched out his hand, tapped on the green energy, closed his eyes slightly, and opened them after a while: "East County Saint!"

Dongjun Saint, Cui Hao, and Cui Taojian participated in the Confucian-Buddhist war and defeated the Six Lords alone! The world respectfully calls him Duke of Dongjun, also known as Saint of Dongjun.

The Holy Meteor has been around for 3,600 years.

Lang Feixian nodded slightly: "It seems that the East County Saint was dragged for a stick of incense in the First World War, and there may be something hidden in it."

"It's normal for the six masters of the Six Paths trained by the first rank Samsara realm Bodhisattva to be excited." Yun Siyao said, "What's more, a family as big as the Cui family must leave something for future generations!"

"No matter how you say it, that Hungry Ghosts Tao has something to do with Mrs. Cui..."

Yun Siyao and Lang Feixian looked serious.

Chen Luo listened to the conversation between the two with a depressed expression on his face.

"I haven't offended the Cui family!"

Is it really that unlucky?

Forget it, I listen to my seniors and senior sisters, Mastiff Lingling just brought back a few great Confucian treasures, so I'll write a book first.

But speaking of it, Hungry Ghosts said, Judge Cui, it seems to be a combination!

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