Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Mozhou, Fang Holy City.

This is where the ancestral hall of the Fang family is located, and it is also the base camp of the Fang family.

In the clan's council hall, the principals of each room gathered together, and everyone's face was filled with indignation.

"How dare! How dare this Chen Luo!" An old woman with goosebumps knocked on the wooden stick in her hand, "The way of heaven is the way of heaven for all people in the world. He was lucky enough to come up with a martial art, and he dared to ban our Fang family. He's so domineering, so bold!"

"Fourth auntie is right." Another middle-aged man also clapped the table and said angrily, "Our family is the backbone of the human race, and the human race can walk, so our family will naturally occupy a share. Chen Luo's move , disrespectful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face said coldly: "Then Chen Luo said that his martial arts are like dragons, but he excluded our family. I might as well ask Wenchang Pavilion and the imperial court, our side Is your home a human race?"

"Is this move to force our Fang family out of the human race?"

"It's a pole, it's a pole."

"I'm going to ask later, do you want to force my Fang family to turn against you?"

"See if Wenchang Pavilion dares to say a word, and see if other half-sages dare to help Chen Luo!"

For a while, there was a lot of excitement in the council hall.

"I want Chen Luo to apologize to our Fang family!"

"That's not enough, then Chen Luo needs to come to our holy city to face the wall for three years, and to write at least four red dust classics that belong to our family!"

"In my opinion, it's better to choose a daughter for him and let him join our family! This martial art should also be the way of our family!"

"It makes sense!"

"Being married to our Fang family is the creation of Chen Luo!"

"Martial arts should be controlled by our family."

The patriarch Fang Mingzhe sat on the throne without saying a word, as if he was still immersed in the pain of losing his son.

Several elders looked at each other, and one of them coughed and said, "Be quiet."

As soon as these words came out, the pressure of a positive state of mind dissipated, and the council hall became silent in an instant, looking at the elder Fang Huaji who spoke out.

In the Fang Family Elders Association, Fang Huahe is ranked fourth and is an important figure in the Fang family.

Fang Huaji stood up, glanced around the housekeepers, and sighed in his heart.

This group of people, who have stayed in Fangsheng City for a long time, are so used to their arrogance that they can't even smell any crisis.

It seems that a meeting of elders needs to be held with a few old brothers, and a new group of people will take over.

But now is not the time to say that.

He said softly, "Have you forgotten that Chen Luo is the disciple of that gangster in Zhulin!"

Everyone was shocked. Most of the people present had not experienced the conflict that happened a hundred years ago, but for many years, listening to the elders talking about the methods of the gangster, they could not help but tremble.

You must know that a hundred years ago, the Fang family was known as "one sect and seven saints"!

Of the two missing, one of them is related to the Bamboo Forest Bandit!

Fang Huaji saw the changes in everyone's faces, and after a while, he continued: "Although there is a half-sage mediation, our Fang family sees the great ceremony of the human race and does not care about the bamboo bandits, but for the past hundred years, the bamboo bandits have been in the same vein. It is an indisputable fact that it is like fire and water with our family.”

"Apologize, win over, and make peace. Don't think about these means. Not to mention the bamboo bandits will not agree, nor will the three sage ancestors of our family."

"The old man just met the third ancestor."

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately showed respectful expressions on their faces and bowed slightly.

"The third patriarch means that, although this is the grudge between our Fang family and the bamboo forest, it also involves the great gift of the world."

"If everyone is like a dragon, do you still need to be superior and inferior?"

"If everyone is like a dragon, will they still keep the rules of etiquette?"

"If everyone is like a dragon, will this person's desires be destroyed?"

"This martial art is an evil way!"

"Just in this direction, let's talk about it."

……

Zhongjing, Earl's Palace.

Chen Luo glanced at Ji Zhong, who was sitting at the railing carefully wiping the broken sword, and scratched his head.

This wood, such a big thing, from waking up to now, I don't plan to come over and tell me.

But if you took the initiative to mention it to him and ask him to switch to martial arts, would it be self-defeating and make Xiaoji uncomfortable?

After all, he is a seventeen-year-old child.

Psychologically fragile.

But you can't waste it like that.

Chen Luo pretended to walk past Ji Zhong unintentionally and coughed.

Ji Zhong raised his head, called out son, and continued to brush his sword.

Chen Luo walked back again, seemingly casually saying, "Xiao Ji, you are ranked third on the Red Dust List, it's great."

Ji Zhong nodded slightly: "Thank you, son."

Chen Luo got a little closer to Ji Zhong: "Xiao Ji, in fact, the martial arts created by the son is very powerful."

Ji Zhong nodded: "Well, your son is awesome!"

"That..." Ji Zhong hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Ji Zhong raised his head and looked at Chen Luo. For some reason, Chen Luo felt a little nervous in his heart.

Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo for a moment, then shook his head; "No need, thank you sir!"

After speaking, he continued to lower his head and carefully wipe the broken sword in his hand.

Chen Luo:

This is, the confession failed?

Strong me, can't cry!

Chen Luo turned around and walked back, thought for a while, then turned around and walked towards Ji Zhong.

"Xiao Ji, let me tell you, my martial arts..."

"Master, my heart is broken!" Ji Zhong suddenly raised his head and said calmly.

Chen Luo was taken aback.

This...why did you suddenly flip your trump card?

This has made me unable to fix it.

Chen Luo adjusted his language: "Confucianism is broken? Is it impossible to follow the path of Confucianism?"

Ji Zhong nodded.

"Isn't that right... Let's go martial arts." Chen Luo patted his chest, "As long as the young master knows, I will teach you."

Ji Zhong shook his head again: "No need, thank you son."

Chen Luo jumped in a hurry: "Xiao Ji, I don't understand, what exactly are you thinking? You can't follow the Confucian way, and you don't want to follow the martial arts. Don't you want to practice?"

"Cultivation. I follow martial arts, but I don't want your son to teach me."

Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo as a matter of course, and said, "If I rely on the son to teach me, then am I not the son of the son?"

Chen Luo was taken aback, it turned out that Xiao Ji's psychological defense line was here.

"Let's not talk about that, you are still my little brother, how about that?"

Ji Zhong shook his head: "That won't work!"

"Then what do you want?" Chen Luo almost knelt down to Ji Zhong.

Ji Zhong said very seriously: "I want to create a martial arts school myself! This way I don't have to take your son as a teacher."

"I've got a little bit of an eyebrow."

Chen Luo frowned slightly: "It's not that easy to create your own martial arts, you are only seventeen years old, you can learn a little more first, and then..."

At this time, Wang Bugui came over after he was full and patted his stomach.

"Old Chen, Xiao Ji, what are you talking about? Add me..."

Ji Zhong's eyes suddenly lit up, his wrist flicked, and a stream of red dust flew out along the broken sword and shot at Wang Bugui.

Wang Bugui was shocked: "Xiao Ji, what are you doing?"

After speaking, Wang Bugui read a battle poem, and a phantom of the jade pot appeared around him. It was just that the red dust gas was directly inserted into the phantom of the righteous jade pot~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The phantom of the jade pot trembled slightly, and the red dust gas attack dissipated.

Ji Zhong frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

Wang Bugui removed the jade pot and stepped forward: "Xiaoji, why did I offend you? You... woo woo..."

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, covered Wang Bugui's mouth, and looked at Ji Zhong in surprise.

The move just now was a bit like the Qi-breaking style of Dugu's Nine Swords, but it was different. At least Chen Luo didn't know the move just now.

"Xiao Ji, what kind of trick was that just now?"

Ji Zhong frowned, and said with some dissatisfaction, "I figured it out myself, and it's not perfect."

"New Dugu Nine Swords, Breaking Confucianism!"

Chen Luo:

Break... break Confucianism?

Do you still have a broken way? Breaking Buddha style?

Ji Zhong nodded: "I know the righteousness best, so I came up with the breaking Confucian formula first. Taoism and Buddhism still need to be studied."

Then... shouldn't there be a demon-breaking style? Brutal?

Ji Zhong shook his head: "How is that possible? The monster's attack is not based on qi, so it cannot be generalized."

Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was not suppressed by Xiao Ji's genius halo.

"However, their attack methods are the same, probably need to study the breaking force, speed breaking, defense breaking, spell breaking, illusion breaking, French breaking style..."

"Adding up, it's exactly nine styles."

Ji Zhong raised his head, looked at Chen Luo, and said earnestly, "Young Master, I'll teach you when I've perfected it!"

Chen Luo: I thank you!