I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Haoyue volleys into the sky.

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, wisps of colorful red dust condensed in the palm of his hand.

It turns out that readers don't need to read the entire "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" to generate red dust, but just read it. It's just that the qi generated by reading only one chapter is too weak to be noticed.

But Chen Luo is different. Everyone who reads will have feedback on him. If the amount of weak energy is large, it can also produce objective qualitative changes.

Just like now, the colorful red dust condensed into the size of an apple in Chen Luo's palm.

Chen Luo concentrated and calmed down, reintroduced the cloud of red dust into his body, and mobilized the colorful mist to rush towards an acupoint(s) in his body.

Cultivation in the world of mortals, the second level - the environment of nourishing qi.

According to the Tao of Wenxin, there are two types of Qi-nourishing states, the Great Perfection and the Small Perfection. Seven hundred and twenty acupoint(s) around the human body are filled into the acupoints with red dust air. Thirty-six acupoints are small, seventy-two are major, and one hundred and eight acupoints can be promoted to the lower first-level. Three hundred Sixty-five apertures are small and perfect, and seven hundred and twenty apertures are great perfection!

Just kidding, as the master of the fourth road to heaven, of course I want to go to Dzogchen.

There are only seven hundred and twenty apertures, I...

Chen Luo's expression froze suddenly, he felt that the apple-sized mortal air just now was gone!

This is the end?

I'm not even ready, you're done?

That acupoint(s) is not even filled to one-tenth!

If you use that cloud of red dust to open up the veins, at least one-fifth of the Meridians can be opened up.

That acupoint(s) is not a core acupoint(s) yet! Obviously looks very satisfied.

What should I do if Qi Sea and Dantian are like wolf-like holes?

Yangqi environment, is it so wasteful?

Chen Luo took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He roughly estimated that if he used the mortal gas just now as the standard unit, if he wanted to achieve the Dzogchen with 720 orifices... Well, for example, with a monthly salary of 6,000, he planned to buy a four-bedroom apartment in the second ring road of Beijing. Two halls.

No wonder, one hundred and eight holes can be promoted to the next first-level. This is equivalent to a monthly salary of 6,000. Although it is difficult to buy a house in a third- and fourth-tier city, there is always hope. At worst, it will take decades...

Fortunately, Chen Luo doesn't have to recite the stories he wrote over and over again, he just needs to let others read them.

Um? This logic is like a capitalist...

Chen Luo withdrew his mind and started the next round of experiments. He stretched out his finger, pointed to a stone not far away, and with a thought, the red dust gas that had just been filled into the acupoint(s) was quickly shot out along the smooth Meridians, hitting the stone, and there was a muffled sound on the stone , as if hit by a sledgehammer, it rolled backward twice, and some cracks appeared.

"Hiss... this power is passable!" Chen Luo nodded in satisfaction. He just let out the mortal energy abruptly. If he comprehend the Six Meridians Excalibur in the future, he would have more mortal energy in his body——

All war poems and war words are Little Brother.

What is meant by a flick of the finger, the mast and scull are wiped out in ashes.

Picturesque!

But the blow just now also consumed nearly half of the world's energy. Chen Luo looked inside the acupoint, and found that the red dust gas consumed in that acupoint was slowly recovering...

"So that's the case." Chen Luo instantly understood that the so-called nourishing qi is to fill the acupoint(s) with red dust gas, and the amount injected determines the upper limit of the reserve of red dust gas in the body. After that, no matter how much mortal energy is consumed, there is no need to read books to obtain it, but the body will recover by itself.

However, in order to continuously increase the upper limit, it is still necessary to continuously obtain new mortal energy from the classics.

Speaking of it, Xiao Ji seems to have said that the same is true for Haoran Zhengqi.

...

In the capital city, the lights are just coming on.

In the tea houses and restaurants, there are staggered cups of wine, and in the brothels and painted boats, singing and dancing are peaceful.

It's just that today's talk has some new content——

"Brother Wen, have you read the first chapter of "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes"?"

"Naturally. The murderer hasn't appeared yet, so it's really scratching my head."

"It is said that many gambling houses have opened a handicap. It is predicted in which round Wan Amber will expose the murderer. Are you interested in placing a few bets?"

"There is such a handicap? Hurry up!"

...

"Well, why didn't Uncle Chang come to play today?"

"Hey, don't mention it. Uncle Chang accepted a commission, which is said to be to kidnap Wan Anbo. The funder threatened to lock Wan Anbo in a small dark room and finish writing "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" day and night, otherwise The whip serves."

"There is such a heart-warming... No, cruel and vicious things? What happened next?"

"Uncle Chang was taken down by the city inspector before he could do anything, and he was thrown into prison."

"It's really regrettable... No, let people relieve their hatred!"

...

"Head of the hospital, we have received a lot of letters of petition today, requesting that we continue to sell Da Xuan Min Bao tomorrow!"

"The 40,000 copies are all sold out! "Wen Bao" doesn't sell so fast, have you asked Wan Amber for instructions?"

"Wan Amber is not in the Earl's Mansion!"

"That won't work, the upsell needs to be approved by Wan Ambo!"

"But the market has already sold today's first edition of Minbao to ten taels of silver! If this continues, we may be accused of suppressing the newspaper and not selling it!"

"Forget it, tell Wang Qifeng to find Nanyuan Xi and Wan Anbo. I will discuss it with the heads of the hospital!"

"Yes!"

...

In the palace.

"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner." Hou An softly came to Ye Heng with a plate of food, and Ye Heng put down the memorial in his hand with a tired face.

Hou An took advantage of the situation to set up the meal. Ye Heng picked up the bamboo chopsticks, picked up a piece of green vegetables, and asked, "Hou An, what is the rare event in Zhongjing today, tell me to relieve my boredom."

Seemingly prepared, Hou An took out "Da Xuan Min Bao" from his pocket and brought it to Ye Heng.

"Return to Your Majesty, this is the rarest thing in the capital today."

""Daxuanmin Daily"? What a big tone!" Ye Heng picked up the newspaper and glanced at the articles on the first few pages, "these essays and sketches have some insights, and they have a good analysis of the imperial court's policies... "

"Your Majesty, look back..." Hou An reminded with a slight smile.

"Oh? What's the mystery behind it?" Ye Heng turned two more pages, his eyes fixed: "Yawen?"

"Exactly. This newspaper was published by Wan Anbo, and this elegant article is also written by him. Now it is a prosperous literary world in Zhongjing..."

A hint of doubt flashed across Ye Heng's face: "Don't exaggerate. Wait for me to see, um, "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes", what kind of allusion is this?"

The bamboo chopsticks in Ye Heng's hand were slowly put down, and Hou An stood aside without making a sound, only the sound of Ye Heng's emotional ups and downs of breathing could be heard in the imperial study...

...

Outside Sanxizhuang, inside a grass pavilion.

Song Tuizhi was sitting alone in the pavilion drinking, but a trace of his mind was floating in the sky above Sanxizhuang.

Suddenly, Song Tuizhi put down the wine glass in his hand, and said coldly: "Where is the sneak, hiding, come out for this old man!"