Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"I use idle books to become a saint (!

"Huashan Mountain Spirit?" Chen Luo's eyes lit up, "Huashan discusses the sword?"

That Shanling smiled slightly: "What the master said is that the Huashan of the original spirit is the Huashan of the sword."

"The role of the spirit, let the master experience it for himself."

After the mountain spirit finished speaking, he flew up on his own, and pointed at Chen Luo's forehead. Chen Luo's eyes flashed before he found himself in a field, and in the distance, a towering mountain peak could be vaguely seen.

"Master!" The mountain spirit appeared beside Chen Luo, "Here is the fantasy space of Huashan Lunjian."

Chen Luo looked around and felt that this space was a bit like a dream flower forest.

"How did the others come in?" Chen Luo asked.

"Anyone who has reached the standard of red dust will be aware of the spirit, and will naturally feed back the news of Huashan Illusion to the other party. The other party only needs to enter the state of meditation to enter the Huashan Illusion."

Chen Luo looked at the towering Huashan Mountain in the distance and wondered, "Why didn't it appear in Huashan Mountain?"

Shan Ling smiled: "Huashan discusses the sword, not everyone can participate."

After finishing speaking, Shan Ling snapped his fingers, and a figure appeared across from Chen Luo, his face blurred.

"This is the essence of the red dust." Shan Ling said with a smile, "This spirit usually absorbs the power of heaven on its own, and will eventually be converted into this essence of red dust in the realm of illusion."

"The strength of the essence of red dust is strong and weak. Because it is the transformation of the power of heaven, it is mainly based on martial arts, but there are also Confucian, Taoist and Buddhist attack methods. Killing the essence of red dust can increase red dust."

"If the essence of the red dust has ten points of the red dust, five points will go to the person who killed it, two points will go to the master, and the remaining three points will go to Benling to explain later."

"The master can set the cut-off time at will. After the time is up, the top 100 people in the total amount of red dust will be eligible to appear on Huashan."

That Shuling clapped his hands, the scene in front of Chen Luo changed, and he was already standing in Huashan.

"The master can adjust the heaven and earth rules of Huashan Illusion by himself, and finally decide one hundred rankings."

"Everyone who enters the 100 ranks will condense the phantoms of martial arts in Huashan. In the red dust that was transformed by the essence of the red dust, two points of the remaining three points will be given to these hundred martial arts. The phantoms are shared according to their ranking."

Chen Luo heard the key hidden in Shuling's words and asked, "The phantom of martial arts? Why not me?"

Shan Ling said: "Huashan Illusion was born to stimulate the warriors to compete for the first place, how can people get the opportunity in vain?"

"The Martial Dao phantom condenses the red dust gas, and I need to enter the 100th again next time and merge with the virtual shadow before I can receive the opportunity of this red dust gas."

"But before the fusion, everyone has the opportunity to challenge the phantoms of martial arts. As long as they win, they can fuse the phantoms of the defeated martial arts."

Chen Luo thought about it, and probably understood what Shu Ling meant.

For example, in the first time Huashan discussed the sword, both Ji Zhong and Su Qianqian entered Huashan, and in the end Ji Zhong came second and Su Qianqian third.

In the second re-entry, Su Qianqian, who has made progress, can challenge Ji Zhongxuying, who is still the strength of the last time. Once he wins, the red dust that Ji Zhong's second place is fused with will belong to Su Qianqian.

Ji Zhong, if he wants to go further, he can only challenge the first-place martial arts phantom. Of course, if you lose, you can also challenge down, but the rewards of red dust will be much less.

Because it is a phantom of the martial arts last time, it can also guarantee that the younger generation with real strength will come forward.

Holy crap, isn't this the ladder ranking?

"Also!" Shan Ling clapped his hands again, this time Chen Luo appeared at the top of Mount Hua.

Here, Chen Luo saw five light arrays, divided into east, west, north, south, center.

"Those who can occupy the top five rankings for ten consecutive times will appear here and open the real Huashan Sword."

"The last point in the red dust is the shadow of the martial arts here."

After Shan Ling finished speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again, "Besides..."

Shan Ling waved his hand, and five stone boxes appeared.

"The master can place rewards in this stone box."

Chen Luo was stunned, looking at the five stone boxes, frowning slightly.

Are you going to cut my wool again?

If I put a roast chicken wing in it, will I be hunted down by these people?

Chen Luo shook his head, forget it, after all, they are the pillars of martial arts.

They are all great teachers, and a little reward is still affordable.

"When can we start?" Chen Luo asked.

Shan Ling smiled and said, "You can do it at any time. But when does the master plan to settle this time on Huashan Sword?"

Chen Luo thought for a moment: "Three months!"

...

Night falls.

The evening breeze in Luozhou always carries a hint of floral fragrance.

The undefeated peony in all seasons is a wonder of Luozhou.

Ren Ji smelled the fragrance of flowers, sat alone on the eaves of the inn, looked at the stars in the sky, and thought that he had traveled thousands of miles before he knew it, a smile appeared on his face.

A few days ago, he followed the pair of grandparents into Luozhou. The old lady had to thank him for saving her life, and dragged herself to live in the mansion for several days.

The little girl became more and more wrong, blushing as soon as she saw herself, she turned and ran away before saying a word, and then a group of people laughed, Ren Ji probably guessed something.

Don't stay here for long.

Marriage will only hold him back on his long journey.

Ren Ji quickly left a farewell letter and left overnight.

This time, he joined an academy team.

This is the team of Changfeng Academy in Luozhou going to Wannian Academy in Qingzhou for the debate and confrontation. Two masters lead the team and fourteen Confucian students follow. Originally, this team did not need outsiders, but none of the dozen or so students were willing to do the work of posting greeting cards and welcoming them. They happened to meet Aji, who knew Yawen, and let him join the team.

"Aji, Aji, come down!" When Ren Ji was thinking about his thoughts, a crisp call came from the yard of the inn. Chen Luo quickly turned over and jumped off the roof.

The person who called him was Mo Zhuozhuo, and he took the meaning of "Peach's yaoyao, scorching its flowers" in the "Book of Songs", but this Mo Zhuozhuo was not suitable for IKEA, he used to call people and was very squeamish.

"Here!" Mo Zhuozhuo took out two ingots of silver from his pocket, handed it to Ren Ji, and said, "Go to me and find a place to sell paper kites, and buy me some of the best ones. I'll put them away tomorrow."

Ren Ji froze for a moment and asked, "Why do you want to put paper kites all of a sudden? It's already night, I'm afraid the shops are closed."

"I don't care." Mo Zhuozhuo pouted, "Tomorrow we will pass through Liupo, which is the place where Kou Xiang wrote "Paper Kites" for a while, how can we not put the paper kites in tribute. By the way, you don't either. Understand."

Ren Ji blinked and said:

"The blue and the autumn are quiet, and the air force is still weak."

"The breeze is like a trust, and the white clouds will fly in the end."

Mo Zhuozhuo looked at Ren Ji in surprise: "You actually know this poem?"

Ren Ji smiled lightly. This was what he heard a scholar read on the Drunk Galaxy. He found it interesting and wrote it down.

"It's just paper kites, you don't need to buy them." Ren Ji returned the silver taels to Mo Zhuozhuo, "I'll make two for you."

Mo Zhuozhuo was even more surprised: "Can you do it? I want to be a tall paper kite that can fly."

Ren Ji nodded: "I know, I promise to fly high. You go back to rest first, and I will give you a paper kite tomorrow morning."

Mo Zhuozhuo glanced at Ren Ji suspiciously, maybe it was because Ren Ji had read the song "Paper Yuan" before, which gave her a bit of information, stared at her and said, "It's settled, give me the paper Yuan tomorrow morning. Otherwise I..."

Mo Zhuozhuo waved his fist: "I won't let you go."

After speaking, Mo Zhuozhuo turned around and went back to the room. Ren Ji scratched his head and said to himself, "I remember that there was a bamboo forest where I passed by before..."

Saying that, Ren Ji walked out of the inn, and suddenly a message flashed in his mind, and Ren Ji was stunned in place.

"Huashan Illusion? The essence of red dust? Three months?"

...

Qin Yu followed a caravan on the way to Wuzhou.

He vaguely remembered that the person who set up the bureau spoke a few dialects when talking with his accomplices. He reluctantly imitated some, and after asking a lot of people, he realized that it was the dialect of a place in Wuzhou.

The "Liyan Original" had been on him for more than ten years, and as long as it was within a certain range, he would feel it.

Qin Yu was not in a hurry, he understood that he had just realized the "Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon", and the last few palms could not be used at all with his current red dust energy, and he still needed time.

Even if he spends his whole life, he will send the "Liyan Original" back to the Qin family.

"Xiao Qin, let me do this part of the journey." An old man leaned out in the carriage, "Go in and sleep for a while, we are in a hurry for this batch of goods, and we must be rushing all night, the old man will not have that look at night, You have to work hard."

Qin Yu nodded, handed the whip to the old man, grabbed the steamed buns and Qingshui hanging on the car, and got into the carriage.

Qin Yu casually ate something to pad his stomach, patted the soft jacket in the carriage, and planned to rest for a while, when suddenly, a message came from his mind.

"Huashan Illusion? Red Dust?"

...

"Du!" A flying knife stabbed the wooden man.

Li Sanyue stepped forward, looked at the depth of the flying knife, shook his head, and pulled out the flying knife.

Three points into the wood, you can kill the brave, but you can't kill the seventh-rank stubborn.

Li Sanyue was a little frustrated.

He was probably able to shoot three knives in a row at a time, and after three knives, he had to adjust his breath for an hour before he could shoot again.

But if he can only deal with brute force, it will not reflect his value.

Li Sanyue has carefully analyzed it, and it is not that his energy is not concentrated enough, but that his mortal energy is not enough.

He needs more red dust gas to be compressed and converted into the blade light of the flying knife, so that it is possible to increase the lethality of the flying knife.

Thinking of this, Li Sanyue sighed.

The red dust is good for everything, but it's too slow.

For example, Confucian classics, such as "Poetry", "Book", "Ritual", "Yi", "Spring and Autumn", "The Analects", "Great Learning", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "Mencius", and other classics of various branches of Confucianism, such as There is a vast sea of ​​smoke, as long as you are willing to read, you can read how you want.

Where is it like Wan Anbo's martial arts novels, after over and over again, only two books, "The Swordsman" and "The Passionate Swordsman's Heartless Sword" have been completed, and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has not been finished yet.

Who can see that!

I don't know what Wan Anbo is doing every day.

I don't want him to go to the world and write books with peace of mind, right?

The donkeys of the Department of Internal Affairs are not as rested as he is.

Shame of the literati.

Li Sanyue complained a few words in his heart, but still sighed, picked up the Daxuan Minbao, and prepared to swipe. Suddenly, the movement of his hand stopped, and a message appeared in his mind.

"Huashan Illusion? Red Dust Reward?"

...

In the Huashan Illusion, Chen Luo seemed to have transformed into an illusionary sky, overlooking the earth, and saw a figure emerge, and soon it was boundless~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Shanling, wouldn't they rob monsters? "Looking at so many people, Chen Luo asked.

"It's the owner's perspective to see such a scene. In fact, each of them is in their own independent space, and there is no intersection with others."

Chen Luo reacted and nodded: "Single machine, that's reasonable."

"By the way, what would happen if they died in the illusion?" Chen Luo asked again.

"Entering the illusion is essentially consuming their soul power. If they die in the illusion, the spirit will be weakened to a certain extent. There is no way to enter the illusion again within twelve hours."

When Chen Luo was about to continue asking if he could bring up a picture of a certain person alone, he suddenly felt that the red dust in his body suddenly increased a lot.

This...is the beginning?