Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

   Chapter 205 Bamboo forest shot

   The road is a long way to go, I will go up and down and search.

   According to legend, before Qu Sheng recited this ancient masterpiece, there was an invisible gap between the semi-sage and the great Confucian.

   Countless sages and great scholars have climbed over six mountains of books and six seas of learning, but they can only stand in front of a cliff and sigh.

  The sage said that learning is endless, but there is no road ahead!

   Only a very small number of people, with great courage, jumped into the vast and invisible ravine.

   Seek scholars, hear Taoism in the morning, and die in the evening!

   The so-called semi-sages are the few people who have heard the Tao among those who risked their lives to seek knowledge.

  The rest, all buried under the ravine.

   Until Qu Sheng, with great compassion and compassion, published "Tian Wen", wrote "Li Sao", and threw himself into the gully.

   Since then, there has been a road from the Great Confucianism to the Semi-Saint, which is called "Qiu Suo" by the world, and stepping on the long bridge of Qiu Suo means embarking on the road of becoming a saint.

  However, the road of quest is long and far-reaching, and the obstacles of each step are far greater than the confusion encountered on the way to study before. Once you set foot on it, you cannot turn back. A little bit of burnout can easily lead to enchantment, or even death.

   There was a semi-holy word: before seeking, what is the truth; after seeking, what is the truth.

  How many great Confucians in a positive mood, hesitating to seek a long bridge, until they are fully prepared, they will not take that step.

  …

  Song Tuizhi looked at the great Confucian mandarin duck who stopped him, and felt annoyed in his heart.

  The two great Confucians who knew the realm of the second rank actually practiced the supernatural power of "having a consonance in the heart".

  The breath in the stone forest continued to flourish, and Song Tuizhi naturally felt it and was worried.

   "You two, are you going to forge a deadly feud with Zhulin?"

  Shi Yang sighed: "The bamboo forest is naturally very majestic. I waited in front of the Bamboo Sage, but I was just an ant. But the kindness is higher than the sky, and my husband and I have to pay it back."

   "As for the funeral, I don't have to worry about Master Song."

   At this moment, the situation in the sky was changing, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky and fell into the stone forest. The strong pressure of the Taoist monarch dissipated, and Song Tuizhi picked up the corner of his eye, and he sensed a familiar breath in this rhyme.

   "Husband, this is Daojun of the Soul Shattering Realm, and the stone forest is about to be exposed." The woman who had been silent suddenly said.

   "Damn!" Shi Yang frowned, the benefactor's explanation came to mind——

   "If there is a change in the stone forest, it will detonate the power of the holy way left by Xiao Xiang."

  Shi Yang looked at his wife, their eyes firm.

   "Sorry, I'm sorry."

   "Shiro, thank you."

   The mandarin ducks cry blood, and the butterfly wings are broken.

   Everyone thought that the favor they were talking about was the favor of the old Wanghou, but they did not know that the favor they wanted to repay was the favor of the benefactor for 20 years of sheltering and teaching.

   As a great scholar, how can you not understand many things.

  Perhaps they were just idle chess pieces in the chess game, and they were played 80 years ago, but they didn't care.

  The years of acquaintance and companionship of Jiazi are already great luck.

  Song Tuizhi's heart was suddenly alert. He sensed that the family and the world of Yuanyang Great Confucianism were spreading towards the stone forest.

   "Self-destruction of the Holy Path!" Song Tuizhi's heart moved. If this Holy Path exploded in the stone forest, it would trigger a chain reaction, and there would be no life in the stone forest!

At this time, it is not the time to investigate why Yuanyang Great Confucianism changed his previous attitude and suddenly decided so decisively. Song Tuizhi attacked Yuanyang Great Confucianism with all his strength. However, at this time, Yuanyang Great Confucianism's violent and turbulent family and country are stronger than before. Song Tui's fundamental Can't get close.

  The stone forest began to vibrate slightly, and the dangerous atmosphere spread out little by little.

  Song Tuizhi suppressed the impatience in his heart, he understood that there was only one way to break the game.

   "Retreat, since you recognize this junior brother, you must take good care of him!"

   "Fourth Senior Brother, is this useful to you? Then I'll copy one for you first."

   Song Tuizhi's mind resonated with his past with Chen Luo, and he was extremely satisfied with this little junior brother.

   Said to be juniors and juniors, but they were the same as the descendants.

  It's a pity, he didn't let him see his most majestic time.

   "What is the truth? What is the truth?"

   "The old man sets the road with courage, there is the courage of a reckless man, the courage of a strong man, and the courage of a countryman."

   "Today, this old man has the courage to protect him again."

   "Brothers protect the younger, the long protects the young, the strong protects the weak."

   "The truth is in your heart, go forward bravely!"

  Song Tuizhi exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, raised his head, and a phantom of iron rope appeared in the sky.

   "Teacher, today, I'm in search."

  Song Tuizhi took a long breath.

   "The old man Song retired, and today I want to go to the long bridge."

   "There is no retreat!"

  …

  Chen Luo ran towards the outside of the stone forest under the care of Daojun Tianling. Just now, he felt a huge coercion that seemed to destroy everything, but after a loud noise, the coercion dissipated.

   must have been made by Fourth Senior Brother!

   Chen Luo felt an ominous feeling in his heart at this time, and tried his best to speed up the pace.

  Finally, after turning around a few stone pillars, the eyes suddenly opened up.

   walked out of the stone forest.

  Chen Luo saw a straight figure standing outside the stone forest. In front of the figure, two corpses of a man and a woman were lying on the ground.

   Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "Fourth Senior Brother."

  Song Tuizhi slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Luo, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

   "Little Junior Brother, you'll be fine!"

  Suddenly, a azure light shot out from Song Tuizhi's body, Song Tuizhi's body crooked, he was about to fall to the ground, Chen Luo hurriedly rushed to Song Tuizhi and supported him.

   "Fourth Senior Brother? How are you..." Chen Luo asked in the middle, and suddenly stopped. He saw that cracks began to appear on Song Tuizhi's body, and cyan light kept shooting out of the cracks.

   "Senior Brother! Senior Brother! What's the matter with you?" Chen Luo's heart suddenly twitched, he subconsciously wanted to cover the azure light in the crack with his hands, but there were too many cracks.

  Song Tuizhi seems to have turned into a porcelain vase that will never be broken.

   "Senior Brother! Senior Brother..." Huge fear shrouded Chen Luo, and Chen Luo's tears fell instantly. He hurriedly pressed the blue light shot from Brother Song's body, but it seemed so useless.

   "Don't...don't..." Chen Luo's whole body began to tremble slightly, Song Tuizhi grabbed Chen Luo's hands that were pressing around, and smiled, "Just now, the fourth senior brother is majestic."

   "Fourth Senior Brother has always been very imposing!" Chen Luo nodded quickly, "Let's go, let's go back to Beijing! Yes, we will be saved if we return to Beijing!"

  Chen Luo carried Song Tuizhi on his back. At this moment, a ray of light came from a distance and landed in front of Chen Luo. It was Wen Xiang Yan Baichuan.

   He was attracted by Chen Xuan's coercion, and thought it was some Soul Shattering Daoist coming, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

   "Wen Xiang!" When Chen Luo saw Yan Baichuan, he seemed to see hope. He knelt heavily on his knees and choked, "Wen Xiang, save my senior brother... Please, save my senior brother!"

  Yan Baichuan stretched out his hand to support Chen Luo, looked at Song Tuizhi, Song Tuizhi grinned and said, "Old man, I'm asking for it!"

  Yan Baichuan frowned and said: "Nonsense, unformed truth, you dare to go to the bridge of seeking!"

   Finished speaking, with a wave of his hand, a strong righteousness enveloped Song Tuizhi, suppressing the azure light that was scattered all over Song Tuizhi.

  Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo: "I will take your fourth senior brother back to the bamboo forest, and the Zhusheng will have a way to save him, so don't worry."

   After finishing speaking, Yan Baichuan glanced at the stone forest with a cold look, waved his sleeves, and disappeared from everyone's sight with Song Tuizhi lying on the ground...

  …

  Chen Luo slumped on the ground, a drop of cold rain fell on his face, he raised his head, I don't know when, it rained in the sky.

   "Tianling Daojun, do you still have the medicine pill you gave me just now?" Chen Luo asked.

  Tianling Daojun nodded and threw a small porcelain bottle to Chen Luo. Chen Luo took off the cork and poured his brain into his mouth.

   "Chen Luo, you..."

  Chen Luo gave a salute to Lord Ling Dao to the sky: "Please, Lord Dao, look for my two brothers."

After   , Chen Luo turned around and walked towards Zhongjing.

   "Chen Luo, where are you going?"

   "Murder!"

  …

  The winter rain is always cold, hitting the ground abruptly, splashing a small pool of water.

   The sound of explosions from far outside the city made people in the central capital talk a lot.

   A fast horse rushed in from the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the city were about to stop it when they received a mark thrown by the man on the horse——

  Wan Anbo Seal!

   Looking at the back disappearing into the rain, the soldier felt the slightest killing intent.

  …

  Jiang Yudai listened to the sound of rain outside the Shishan Building, feeling agitated.

  Wen Xiang is out of town.

   He felt a little uneasy, and after carefully reconsidering his layout, he couldn't find any flaws.

   "Am I worrying too much?" Jiang Yudai thought.

   At this moment, a shout from the shopkeeper of Shishan Building suddenly came from outside the door.

   "No way... Someone booked a room today... This lord..."

   Jiang Yu frowned.

  When you are upset, do you still come to disrupt the situation and seek death?

  Jiang Yudai opened the door of the quiet room, and saw a man wearing a hat entering the Shishan Building.

   "Don't die, today's Marquis..."

   Jiang Yudai stopped abruptly halfway through his words, and the man opposite took off his hat, revealing a veiled face.

  Chen Luo!

   "You, you're not dead?" Jiang Yudai blurted out, turned around to run, Chen Luo's figure fluttered, and instantly came to Jiang Yudai, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a blood line appeared on Jiang Yudai's neck.

  Chen Luo stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Yudai's hair, Jiang Yudai's body suddenly fell down, and the head was still in Chen Luo's hands.

  Shishanlou, the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed——

   "Murder—"

  …

  Chen Luo walked out of Shishan Tower with the blood dripping head and stepped into the rain curtain.

  He raised his head and looked at the sky.

  The rain hit his face, and people came and went, but they all avoided him.

  Passers-by whispered, their eyes going back and forth between Chen Luo and the head he was holding.

   In the distance, Colonel Xuncheng came, but was stopped by the disciples of the major academies.

   The arresting envoy of the Ministry of Guards was blocking the four Zhenxuan Si Qianying in front of him, and Li Qingzhao was sitting on the side drinking a small wine.

  The political minister frowned slightly, watching Leng Hanbing and the Great Confucian of Wenchang Pavilion surrounded the main hall.

In front of    Dharma Xiang, Sima Lie stood with his hands behind his back.

  In the imperial city, Ye Heng listened to the cry of the queen, sighed deeply, and instructed: "The queen cannot leave Changqiu Palace without my permission."

   "Here!"

   Ye Heng turned around and left the harem.

  These, Chen Luo didn't know, he felt that the whole world was quiet.

   "Fourth Senior Brother!" Chen Luo shouted softly, but no one figure came out of the space around him.

   An unprecedented loneliness and helplessness enveloped Chen Luo.

   At this moment, an umbrella suddenly covered the rain curtain above Chen Luo's head.

  The inside of the umbrella is painted with a picture of the rising sun, which seems to be warm.

  I don't know when, a woman stood in front of Chen Luo.

  Passers-by don't know when this woman appeared, as if she just conjured it out of thin air.

   Just the moment they saw her, everyone's eyes moved away from Chen Luo and the head in his hands, and fell on her.

  The white robe is better than the snow, and the eyebrows are picturesque. He stands with an umbrella so pretty, which dispels Chen Luo's murderous aura. The Book of Songs says that there is a beautiful woman on the side of the water.

   At least he should be such a person, who can stand the "Book of Songs" through the ages.

   The beauty under the umbrella reached out her hand, wiped the rain and tears from Chen Luo's face, and showed a warm smile to Chen Luo.

   "Fourth Senior Brother will be fine."

   "I'm your sixth senior sister, my name is Yun Siyao."

"Sorry, I am late."

   She stretched out her hand, hugged Chen Luo, and patted Chen Luo's back lightly.

   "Don't be afraid, little brother."

   "We are all here!"

   Chen Luo's nose was sour, his suppressed emotions burst out, he let go of the head in his hands, hugged Yun Siyao, and burst into tears...

  …

  Mozhou, Fangshengcheng.

   This is the family land of the Fang clan, named after Fang Sheng.

   At this time, a bamboo whip phantom appeared in the sky.

  The bamboo whip slowly fell towards Fang's manor, and the strong holy power radiated from the bamboo whip, stretching across the sky, and everyone could see it when they looked up.

   Under the first whip, Fang's manor was turned into ruins, and only the ancestral temple dedicated to Fang Sheng remained intact.

   Under the second whip, all the great Confucianists in the Fang family were hit hard, spitting blood and sluggish breath.

   The third whip was about to be struck, when a roar sounded——

   "Yu Wuji, this is what Wanghou did, and has nothing to do with our Fang family."

   "If something happened to this saint's disciple, it doesn't matter, it's all done by your Fang family!"

   "Yu Wuji, you deceive people too much!"

   A pair of righteous palms quickly gathered, facing the bamboo weaving.

   "The ancestors shot!"

   "Bamboo sage, the ancestors will surely come!"

   "How can our Fang family be insulted, not even a half-sage!"

   Just when everyone in the Fang family was excited, the bamboo whip hit the three righteous giant palms, and the speed did not slow down in the slightest, and the pair of giant palms shattered!

   Under the third whip, a muffled sound sounded, all the Fang clan members felt a pain in their hearts, and the Fang clan half-sage was injured.

   At this time, the wind was rolling in the sky, a huge illusory face condensed, and a heroic voice sounded: "Brother Wuji, give me a face..."

   "Go away!" The mighty holy might emanated from the bamboo whip, directly dispersing the half-holy phantom who came to persuade him.

   "King of the town, this sage knows that you are spying on our Fang family. Do you want all our half-sages to leave the secret realm and fight the bamboo forest now?" The injured half-sage suddenly shouted.

   A sigh sounded: "Wuji, there is a war in the north."

   Listening to the tone, he looks very familiar with Zhu Sheng.

  The phantom of the bamboo whip swayed, and quickly condensed into a real bamboo stick about three feet long, which fell from the sky.

   "This sage is not so ignorant of the general."

   "Fang Holy Day of Death in the coming year, start a holy war!"

   "At that time, this sage will burn a half-sage of Fang's family and worship Fang sage!"

   "The holy war can be extended, and the Confucian war begins."

The    voice fell, and the bamboo stick that fell from the sky was caught by a slender hand.

   The person who caught the bamboo stick was a beautiful 28-year-old woman, with long black hair like a waterfall, bright eyes and white teeth, riding on the side of a huge black and white panda.

   She raised her head and looked at the Fang's gate where only half of it was beaten by Sage Bamboo~www.wuxiamtl.com~.

   "Chu Jiaojiao, the second disciple of Zhulin, please fight to the death."

   "Which one comes first to die!"

   Tsk tsk tsk, I was called "dead" yesterday.

   It’s okay to scold the villain, why did you scold 80,000 together (grievance)

   Shouldn't I be praised for my success in shaping the villain's image and rendering the atmosphere?

   There is no sense of substitution, so how come there are so many emotions, right?

   Solemn reminder: character behavior, please do not promote the author, brothers~~~

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   That's it for today, so I'm taking a leave of absence, because I need to sort out the next outline.

   I will post a summary later, systematically review and set up next month.

That's it.

   Respai.

   (end of this chapter)