I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Xu Laoqi tightened his belt, walked out from Fuxiang Courtyard, helped his old mare drive away the Huoyang foal that had been harassing her all night, turned over and rode on, intending to wake up early and have a drink Hot noodle soup, go to Yamen to order Mao.

Da da da, da da da...

Speaking of which, ever since Wuhou Dongcang taught the world with martial arts and made the people of the world write the Martial Dao book for three thousand miles, there are all sorts of strange stories staged in the wake-up teahouses all over the world every day. What are the lion fists and scissor feet in those stories? Such martial arts are all market tricks, but they are easy to master.

It's just that you can't find a boutique like Wuhou.

"Bah, what did I hear yesterday?" Xu Laoqi walked into the Xingzao Teahouse, and saw a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties angrily said to his companions, "It's always killing the whole family, what have you learned?" 'Sword of cutting off sons and grandsons'! Unrighteous intentions!"

"Second Master Hu, calm down!" The companion beside the middle-aged man persuaded, "Didn't Marquis Wu say that? Give Martial Dao time to grow."

"Besides, didn't you publish a new book last month about the divorced woman at the beginning, and the promise to fight the retired woman three years later? Especially the protagonist is accompanied by a Daoist master who is proficient in pill refining, and the blood boils when I read it. The wind reviews are pretty good! It is said that it was written by a little Taoist priest of the fire movement, and he vowed to use this book to create a fire movement martial art, isn’t this a sign of the prosperity of Martial Dao!”

"Not bad!" another companion said, "Both Dongcang City and King Jing's Mansion funded a large number of Xingzao teahouses. I heard that as long as a new book is selected, the author will have 1,500 taels per month for the first three months." With the salary of silver, if there are 500 tea drinkers who are willing to continue listening, a guaranteed monthly salary of 1,000 taels will be given! With such support, it is only a matter of time before Martial Dao classics will produce another masterpiece!"

Hu Erye sighed: "The old man knows!"

"But this old man just wants to hear Wuhou's new work..."

"It's okay to follow up!"

As soon as this remark came out, Xu Laoqi obviously heard a sigh from all around, and he sighed in his heart.

Since the end of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", it is rare to hear news of Wu Hou writing a book.

The last time I published an article "Washing the Purple River Cart", it gave the Practitioner a taste of the benefits of condensing the soul, but the problem is——

So, who should I send?

It's over in a few snaps of the fingers.

Short and feeble!

Not to mention the seven souls in the body, only one soul is still a phantom, so ethereal, I'm afraid it will be blown away by it in one breath.

Do you dare to make a long story?

Just as Xu Laoqi was slandering, a clear and crisp gong sounded suddenly from the Xingzao teahouse.

"Bring the gong to start the lecture?" Everyone was shocked.

There is a rule in Xingzao Tea House. Usually, when the storyteller is about to come on stage, someone will knock on the chime to remind everyone to calm down, and the storyteller is about to start.

But if the gong rings, there are only two possibilities. One is that the storyteller is at least a master, and he has the power of preaching and teaching, so I ask you to be quiet;

"Is it the master who came to tell the story?" Some people wondered, after storytelling gained merit, many masters also started storytelling, but it was extremely rare to be scattered in countless teahouses all over the world.

"No!" Xu Laoqi's ears were sharp, and he heard a gong ringing from all the teahouses around here almost at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the second gong sounded!

At this time, everyone noticed that something was wrong, and also found surprises in the other party's eyes.

Two gongs sounded, it was time to start the lecture on Wuhou's new book!

The third gong sounded again!

Three gongs sounded, it was Wuhou's novel!

"Hahahahaha... Marquis Wu is publishing another novel!" Second Master Hu looked up to the sky with a long smile, "I know that Marquis Wu still pays attention to people!"

"Three gongs! This is a new novel!" Everyone else was surprised.

You know, Marquis Wu has already opened the way for six thousand miles, so the book he wrote at this time will most likely be six thousand miles long!

The Seven Souls are hopeful!

In the surprise eyes of everyone, a master with a white beard slowly walked up to the desk, with the inch-long Xingmu lined up on the table, majestic and majestic.

There was silence among Setsuna.

Not only in the Xingzao teahouse, but outside the teahouse, the three beeps of gongs had already resounded throughout the capital, pedestrians lowered their footsteps, and the shouting stopped abruptly. Countless warriors performed Qinggong and ran towards the nearest Xingzao teahouse.

"Immortals are mortals, born from the world of mortals and go to the world of mortals. You need to know that good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and Eight Immortals will awaken the world!" The master opened his mouth, and the vicissitudes of the voice carried a hint of Immortal Qi.

"Today's book, Chapter 1 of "Eight Immortals Obtaining Taoism": Borrowing the Dragon Pill Immortal to help a filial son, and a greedy and evil official to seek the God Orb!"

As he said that, the master told the story this time euphemistically. For a while, everyone was immersed in admiration for the filial son's broad mind and hatred for corrupt officials.

At the end of the first story, the dutiful son swallowed the Dragon Pearl given by the immortal in order to keep it. As a result, he turned into a giant dragon instead. At this moment...

"Crack!" Xingmu fell down. "If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

Everyone was taken aback!

That's it?

This is the end?

Turn into a dragon, then what?

Everyone raised their heads, and the master had long since disappeared!

Xu Laoqi couldn't control the strength in his hand and smashed the wine glass.

"Why did I just listen!"

"Why don't you wait a few days and listen to it once!"

"I'm so happy when this novel comes out!"

"Shame on the literati!"

Suddenly, the whole teahouse wailed.

...

"Today is a good day, everything you want can come true..."

Chen Luo hummed a cheerful song, feeling happy, without him, the seven-day backlash of Qishangquan has passed, and the true meaning of Qishang is forming in his body.

After being a disabled person for seven days, I can finally stand up and be a human being, can I... Ka...

Standing up too violently, I twisted my waist.

Jin Guagua jumped on Chen Luo's head: "Quack?"

"Quack!"

Chen Luo didn't bother to pay attention to Jin Guagua, and when he walked to the door, he saw Mastiff Lingling directing people to load things on the carriage. The carriage was cast with a spell and had its own space effect. Although Chen Luo and the others had storage orders on them, Mastiff Lingling still bought some items and threw them all on the carriage.

"Master Hou, you're here..." Mastiff Lingling saw Chen Luo, and quickly stepped forward to salute. Chen Luo nodded and asked, "Where is my sixth senior sister?"

"Madam is going to bid farewell to Princess Pingyang."

Only then did Chen Luo remember that he was trying to comprehend the true meaning of Qishang before, so the Sixth Senior Sister left by herself. But it was enough for Yun Siyao to bid farewell, so he didn't have to make another trip.

Opening the curtain of the car, I saw that Lang Feixian was already sound asleep in the carriage. He seemed to have heard the movement, glanced at Chen Luo, and asked sleepily, "Dinner is ready?"

"I haven't left yet, brother, let's go back to sleep!" Lang Feixian yawned and nodded, "Call me when dinner is ready." He turned on his side and went back to sleep.

Chen Luo's heart warmed up. Yun Siyao and Chen Luo said that because Lang Feixian blended poetic swordsmanship into Martial Dao, and shared a part of the pressure of Heavenly Dao, which is nine thousand miles away, his mind and soul were exhausted, so he needed to sleep and rest his mind.

"Hou Ye..." Suddenly a shout came, Chen Luo turned sideways, and saw Yang Qianli galloping fast, and he reined in the horse when he was still dozens of steps away from Chen Luo, jumped off the horse, and trotted In front of Chen Luo.

"Master Hou, are you leaving the city today?"

Chen Luo nodded, according to the guidance of the Taoist Lord Shangshan, one city and one catastrophe can be resolved with human luck. If you stay in one place for a long time, you will be in great danger.

By now, Chen Luo probably understood Dao Palace's advice. In fact, the so-called catastrophe is the total outbreak of bad luck. If there are more catastrophes, the bad luck will be thinner, but the catastrophes are all aimed at human lives, so we need to use the luck of the scattered human races to bless ourselves.

Hungry Ghosts block the way, which is regarded as the First Stage robbery. Now that the disaster has turned into good fortune, and the calamity has been cut off, then it is time to go to the next place where the disaster will be auspicious.

"Master Yang!" Chen Luo smiled, "I'm leaving, I didn't want to disturb you."

"Since you're here, I have something to tell you!"

Yang Qianli hurriedly stood solemnly, cupped hands and said: "Please order, Lord Hou."

"After I leave, let's open this courtyard!" Chen Luo said, "It's for those noble people to entertain, only rent and not sell. Leya City is an important commercial town, there are many rich and powerful people, and they have to socialize. I stay inside I wrote down a few paintings and calligraphy, which seems to be attractive to them."

Yang Qianli was startled, and frowned slightly: "Isn't this selling the reputation of Lord Hou? This subordinate... I don't understand!"

Chen Luo said with a smile: "Empty is also empty. The collected money should be used to relieve the poor in Leya City."

"Anyway, it can save three to five hundred people a year."

"Benhou doesn't want to go back to Leya City next time, and there is a little beggar blocking a car to beg for food!"

Yang Qianli's heart was shocked, and looking at Chen Luo who was full of smiles, Zheng nodded emphatically, took a step back, and bowed to Chen Luo: "This subordinate will definitely do a good job in this matter, please rest assured, Lord Hou."

"Well, I don't worry about your work." Chen Luo nodded and said coolly, "Okay, no more talking, let's go!"

Yang Qianli bowed again: "My subordinates send off Lord Hou, take care of Lord Hou all the way!"

The breeze blows, like a hand pulling Liren's footsteps, obviously unable to stop it, but trying to keep Liren to stay for a while.

The wind has a heart, and people have feelings, and the sorrow of separation connects the past and the present.

It was the time of parting.

After a while, Mastiff Lingling looked embarrassed, and said through voice transmission: "Master Hou, Madam has explained, if she doesn't come back, we are not allowed to leave."

"So as not to be assassinated again!"

Chen Luo looked at Yang Qianli, who was still bowing to see him off, and coughed dryly: "What...Master Yang, you get up first...How about we have a cup of tea first?"

...

Just when Chen Luo was about to leave Leya City, Xia Qingchuan from the Yellow Crane Academy, who had left early after Rouyuan, was covered in blood, holding the neck of a magical yellow crane, and flew towards Leya City with a panicked expression!