Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Fang Xiujie" looked at the bamboo scroll slowly unfolding behind Ji Zhong, even though he had been enshrined, there was still a storm in his heart.

"The phantom of "Spring and Autumn"! You are a Confucian scholar, how can you summon the phantom of "Spring and Autumn"!" "Fang Xiujie" was full of uprightness, and all the attacks at the peak of the Master Realm hit Ji Zhong, but all the attacks fell into the "Spring and Autumn". "In the light emitted by the phantom, it seems to have fallen into the endless river of time, all disappearing.

The bamboo scroll of "Spring and Autumn" was completely opened, and the characters engraved on it flickered one by one. Then, those flickering Yawen characters floated out from the bamboo slips and fell into Ji Zhong's body.

Ji Zhong's righteousness suddenly soared!

"Spring and Autumn Note me! This is Spring and Autumn Note me!" At this time, the real Fang Xiujie was also shocked. He had only seen such a scene in history books.

Under the semi-sages of Confucianism, the two strongest supernatural powers, Spring and Autumn will pay attention to me, and I will pay attention to Spring and Autumn!

It is said that the display of the Spring and Autumn Notes on Me will summon the most holy power of the Confucian sect for his own use. There was once a great Confucian with a positive mood who used the Spring and Autumn Notes on me to kill a barbarian barbarian god.

It's just that these two magical powers are too difficult.

It is difficult for one or two generations, not necessarily one person can master it.

But Ji Zhong is just a Confucian scholar, he has not even seen Shushan Xuehai, how can he show it?

...

At this time, as the spring and autumn brushes and inks flew into Ji Zhong's body, Ji Zhong's breath continued to rise, and soon he broke through the Confucian scholar, entered the master realm, and then broke through the enlightenment realm master, reached the enlightenment realm master, and then again From the enlightened master to the preaching master, but the momentum has not stopped.

"Fang Xiujie" looked horrified. During the "Spring and Autumn Notes on Me", he would need at least half-sacred power to attack the opponent. Now he is only possessed by a trace of spirit, showing the strength of a preacher.

"You are crazy!" the old voice shouted, "Stop! You can't bear the power of the Spring and Autumn Technique, your Confucianism will collapse, and you are not far from death!"

Ji Zhong ignored it at all, the aura on his body continued to grow, and in an instant he reached the peak of the preaching master and was heading towards the great Confucian.

At this time, the power of the collapse over the collapsed world began to gather, and a huge oppressive force was emitted.

"Fang Xiujie" was shocked: "Stop! You can break through a whole big realm, at least you can achieve a positive state of mind in the future, and even the sainthood has some hope."

"You stop, worship the old man as your teacher, and join our family. Our family will use all means to help you become a saint for a hundred years!"

"As long as you are willing to worship the old man as a teacher, the old man will leave immediately! Stop!"

Ji Zhong opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the crazy-looking "Fang Xiujie", and continued to close his eyes, the breath on his body continued to rise, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, Ji Zhong's cultivation had broken through the master realm.

At this moment, there was a thunderous explosion in the cloud of collapse in the sky.

"Fang Xiujie" shouted; "Stop, if you reach the Great Confucianism, it will lead to the collapse of the collapsed world. Do you want Chen Luo in the valley behind you to be buried with us?"

Hearing the words "Fang Xiujie", Ji Zhong's breath suddenly stagnated, he looked up at the cloud of collapse in the sky, let out a long breath, and the shadow of spring and autumn behind him slowly dissipated.

Ji Zhong looked at "Fang Xiujie" and raised the broken sword in his hand. From the broken blade, a mighty righteousness emerged and turned into a three-foot iron sword again.

At this time, Ji Zhong, a half-step great Confucianism!

"Fang Xiujie" showed a fierce look on his face: "Boy, "Spring and Autumn" has passed away, and he is only a half-step scholar, you can't stop me!"

"Fang Xiujie" vented out the black and green righteousness all over his body, pressing down on Ji Zhong like a mountain, and the ground was blown up by three inches wherever the huge waves of righteousness passed. The huge wave of righteousness rushed towards Ji Zhong, as if to slap Ji Zhong to death.

Confucianism in the realm of the master is to be punished for not teaching.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath, his whole body's righteousness was concentrated in the long sword in his hand, and he slashed at the oncoming wave of righteousness.

It seems to be the first beam of light in the chaos!

The azure sword light was incomparably sharp, and it hit a huge wave of righteousness head-on, but the castration did not stagnate at all, moving forward.

In the next blink of an eye, a bloodstain ran down the center of Fang Xiujie's forehead.

"The Sword of Peace?" The old voice gradually weakened, "This is the Sword of Peace!"

"You idiot, the capital of the saint, you died here in order to stop me!"

"You idiot! idiot!"

The old voice seemed to release his infinite anger, but the voice gradually disappeared. When the voice dissipated, Fang Xiujie's body suddenly cracked, and it was split into two halves. The blue-black righteousness covering his body Suddenly, it turned into a flame, burning raging, completely turning Fang Xiujie's body into ashes.

It's as if the world doesn't have this person.

At the same time, Ji Zhong shook his body and fell to the ground. He felt that the strength and vitality of his body were rapidly fading. He seemed to hear the sound of something breaking in his heart.

Ji Zhong leaned against the rock and no longer had the strength to clench the broken sword in his hand. He found that his heart beat slower and his eyelids became heavier.

"Master, Xiaoji can only protect you here..."

Ji Zhong didn't have the strength to clench the broken sword in his hand any longer. His clothes were ragged by the shock, just like when he first saw Chen Luo.

Ji Zhong was in a trance, as if he saw a back with a broken leg, and the back gave him a thumbs up.

"Stupid man..."

Ji Zhong murmured with his last strength, and slowly closed his eyes...

...

"Brother Ji! Brother Ji! Wake up!" Ji Zhong was shaken awake, opened his eyes, and a big, bony head leaned in front of him, "That fool is here again."

When Ji Zhong heard this, he quickly lifted the broken hide, grabbed the iron sword under his head, and walked out of the broken thatched hut.

He, Ji Zhong, is ten years old this year, the first child of the deceased Ji Nan District, Jiazi Street.

It was nothing but the iron sword in his hand.

When a few skinny children saw Ji Zhong, they all swarmed over. Ji Zhong counted the points with his hands, and it was not bad, not a single one was missing.

"Very well, it seems that there are no drugs or poisons in the food given by that fool." Ji Zhong nodded, "Go, follow me to get the food."

The children shouted excitedly and followed Ji Zhong to the streets of Jiazi Street.

...

This is a collection of dead people, located in Mangzhou, but outside the Great Wall defense line of Mangzhou.

In the early years, there were some outposts here, which were set up to predict the invasion of barbarians. Because the death rate was too high, some prisoners were stationed here.

The imperial court promised them that if they could stay here for seven years without dying, they would be forgiven for their sins. Countless death row prisoners came here one after another for the hope of surviving.

More people came, and the outposts were linked together into a market town. Because all people are desperate people, therefore, it is also called the set of the dead.

With the retirement of time, the second generation and the third generation gradually appeared in this collection of dead people, but this is a place without king law. Many children have just been born and have no parents.

Ji Zhong is one of them.

Ji Zhong didn't remember who his parents were, but one of them met Ji Zhong, who was under six years old, before he died, and threw his iron sword to him.

"I have a son, and when he dies, if you kowtow to Lao Tzu, you can be Lao Tzu's son, and continue the incense for Lao Tzu. This sword is a relic given to you by Lao Tzu."

Ji Zhong kowtowed honestly, not for the sword, but for the "Bunny Rabbit" he had been called for many years. That day, he finally got a name.

Ji Zhong!

He spent three days digging a hole and burying the cheap old man in it. He carried the iron sword that was almost as tall as him and returned to Jiazi Street in the South District.

Since he sneaked this sword into the mind of a gangster who wanted to **** the sword in the middle of the night, no one has come to count on his iron sword, and he has somehow become the most admired child king in the entire street... …

...

Ji Zhong took the children to the street, and sure enough, he saw an uncle with a shaggy beard sitting under a big tree. He looked very bold, but the trousers on his right leg were empty, and it floated up when the wind blew.

Of course, this is not important, the important thing is that there are fragrant noodles in front of him.

When the uncle saw Ji Zhong and the others, he laughed and greeted, "Xiao Ji, come and come quickly, the cakes just baked are still hot."

The other children all looked at Ji Zhong, Ji Zhong nodded like a little adult, and those children rushed up, blowing the noodles and stuffing them into their mouths.

"Slow down, there are, there are." The uncle greeted them warmly, and then looked at Ji Zhong who was walking at the end, "Xiao Ji, you promised yesterday that you have a meal with me, and everyone will follow me to read two. An hour book."

Ji Zhong sat down beside the big tree: "I gave us something to eat and begged to read to us. You're not a fool."

The uncle laughed: "Yes, not a fool, who is going to collect the dead!"

...

Spring and autumn come, and two years have passed in a flash.

An academy was built in the collection of the dead.

The foolish master was like a bird picking up ears of wheat, holding the only leg left, and constantly tricking some children into the academy with white flour cakes and teaching them to study.

It's not that no one came to cause trouble, but it was only at that time that Ji Zhong knew that the strength of that foolish master was terrifying.

I heard that he was a student of "Taiping Academy", and that leg was broken by the barbarians when he was saving the relics of his classmates.

Are you stupid? People are dead, why are you still robbing things?

Later he was wounded again on the battlefield and survived. Someone recommended Yangzhou to be an official, but he refused. He said that he would come to the Dead People's Jikai Academy.

Are you stupid?

The people in the dead set are calling him a fool behind his back. These children are better, call him a fool.

"Silly Master, why did you come to the Dead Man's Collection?" Ji Zhong walked over to the Silly Master, took over the work of kneading the dough, and asked.

The foolish master was very happy, took out a bag of dry cigarettes from his arms, took a sip after lighting it, looked at the sunset in the sky, and said, "I met a person who walked out of the collection of your dead."

"He said his child was still in the dead. He wanted his child to study. I said yes."

"But that boy, the next charge will be dead. I don't know who his child is, so I can only come over and teach all the children."

"No way, I promised someone else!"

Ji Zhong pouted: Fool!

The idiot patted Ji Zhong on the back of the head lightly: "Respect the teacher and respect the Tao!"

...

In a blink of an eye, another two years have passed, and Ji Zhong is fourteen years old.

This year, he started the "Spring and Autumn", and he became a Confucian scholar.

The foolish master smiled happier than him and said, "I have a good friend named Zhang Qifeng. I will write you a letter and you will go to him. He is a student of Zheliu Academy in Zhongjing, and he will put you in the academy. middle."

Ji Zhong pouted: "I want to go to Taiping Academy."

The foolish master shook his head: "The Taiping Academy is not for you! Listen to me."

Ji Zhong wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded outside - the barbarians are coming!

Ji Zhong groaned in his heart. After many years of peace, almost everyone deliberately forgot about it. The reason why the Dead Man Collection is called the Dead Man Collection is because there are desperadoes here.

In addition, everyone in the Great Wall regards them as dead!

"Quick, quick, quick!" The fool suddenly stood up and shouted outside, "Everyone, hide in the secret passage!"

It was only when Ji Zhong came to his senses that he rushed into the yard, grabbed the children who were running around, opened the secret passage, and stuffed them in one by one.

This is what the fool has been doing for the past few years. He said, "It is better to dig a well when you are thirsty than to plan before it rains."

Sometimes, a fool is not a fool!

The secret way, only the children know. Because if it is spread out, with the atmosphere of the gathering of the dead, the secret way will not be the secret way.

After sending all the children of the academy into the secret passage, Ji Zhong found the fool standing at the door of the academy.

"Stupid master, everyone is hiding, come in too." Ji Zhong ran to the foolish master and pulled his sleeve, but he would follow his foolish master with a gentle pull. Like a big tree, it is firmly stuck in place.

"Ji Zhong, you go to hide too, Master, you won't go in."

"No way!" For some reason, Ji Zhong suddenly felt a great fear, he tugged at the sleeve of the master and dragged it in the direction of the secret passage, tears pouring out, "You have broken a leg. , what a hero you are! You are dead, what should we do! Don't go, don't go!"

The foolish master patted Ji Zhong's head: "No way, Master, I promise that the world will be born."

"You have to keep your word!"

"Bullshit credit. When a person dies, there is nothing left. You come with me, you come with me..." Ji Zhong dragged the foolish master firmly.

The foolish master squatted down and said, "Ji Zhong, hurry up and hide. The master is going, do you want the master to lose his trust? To lose my trust in me is more uncomfortable than death!"

"But...but..." Ji Zhong lowered his head, tears could not be stopped, "What promise is more important than life!"

The idiot didn't speak, and Ji Zhong finally let go of his hand.

"This, for you..." Ji Zhong took off the iron sword from his waist that he never left, "You promise me that you will return the sword to me!"

The foolish master drew his sword and praised: "Good sword!"

"Such a good sword, of course I want to give it back to you!"

The foolish master laughed, holding a sword, and a green gas burst out from the bottom of the empty trousers. The foolish master let go of his cane and rushed out of the academy in high spirits.

Ji Zhong didn't hide in the secret passage, he climbed up the wall of the academy and watched the limping back disappear from his sight.

All he could hear was the voice of a foolish master--

"The students of Taiping Academy are here, barbarians have always suffered!"

...

After an unknown amount of time, someone opened the secret passage and rescued all the children hiding inside.

When the barbarians were repelled, a great Confucian scholar in the imperial court wrote to cancel the collection of the dead and bring all the survivors back to the Great Wall.

Ji Zhong hugged the gate of the academy and refused to leave.

He believed that the foolish master would come back.

He said to return the sword to himself.

He will not break his promise.

...

A few days later, a group of Confucian scholars covered in blood appeared in front of Ji Zhong.

At the same time, handed to Ji Zhong, there is also a broken iron sword.

"The master of the sword killed a barbarian with the technique of opening peace."

"This sword was found on the body of the savage general. There is a divine sense on it."

"Let us bring this sword to you."

"Child, can you tell me the names of my dead compatriots?"

Ji Zhong stood up slowly, took the broken sword from the opponent's hand, and said softly—

"Fool."

...

Ji Zhong leaned against the stone wall and was no longer breathing.

His heart had stopped beating.

The cloud of collapse in the sky that day did not seem to find an object to vent and slowly dissipated.

Suddenly, there were footsteps.

One, two, three...

The steps were quick.

Ji Zhong's fingers moved suddenly, and then a stream of red dust in his body shot at his heart.

The heart seemed to be electrocuted, and suddenly there was a hint of tremor.

Immediately afterwards, another stream of red dust was shot into the heart.

"Boom... dong dong... dong dong dong..."

The sound of the heart gradually sounded, as if beating a drum.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him and pointed in the direction of the person who came. He was relieved until he saw that the person coming was Tian Xiangwan, Wang Bugui, and Ye Dafu.

Ye Dafu was the first to rush up~www.wuxiamtl.com~ to support Ji Zhong who was about to fall, looking at Ji Zhong's **** body, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who did it!"

Ji Zhong shook his head slightly: "I killed it."

Tian Xiangwan also took a step forward and asked, "Where's Wan Anbo?"

Ji Zhong turned his head and looked at the cave in the belly of the mountain.

...

Chen Luo seemed to be caught in a fog. He couldn't see the road ahead clearly, and he couldn't identify the direction. There was no sound, and no one responded. He could only move forward by feeling.

He didn't know how long he had walked, but the fog suddenly dissipated. He saw a scholar in Qingpao with his back turned to him, as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Luo cautiously stepped forward and saluted: "Chen Luo, dare to ask your Excellency..."

The figure of Qingpao came back to his senses, and a young but vicissitudes face showed a relieved smile. He also returned to Chen Luo and said, "I've seen the same family in the next prince!"