Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

(There are still side stories in the writer's words)

Zhongjingcheng, Spring and Autumn Hall.

Sima Lie stood on the plaza of Chunqiu Hall with a hint of doubt on his face, looking at the northern sky.

A great scholar from the historian passed by, and when he saw Sima Lie, he was also very curious, and stepped forward and saluted: "Mr. Sima, what are you doing?"

Sima Lie shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't know, the old man, it's just that the time has changed. It seems that something has happened in the annals of history!"

The Confucian scholar of the Shi family was stunned for a moment, then sensed it for a moment, and said, "I didn't notice anything here."

At this moment, a master of the Shi family ran out of the Chen Pavilion and shouted: "Teacher, the time patrol instrument has moved! The time patrol instrument has moved!"

The Time Patrol Instrument, a treasure of the historian, is a huge hourglass. The upper part is filled with the sand of time, and the lower part is divided into eight parts, corresponding to four parts: east, south, west, north, northeast, northwest, southeast, and southwest. direction. Whenever there is a major event in the history, there will be a sense of it, and the amount of falling sand will be used to judge the place of the incident.

"But something happened in the north?" Sima Li stepped forward quickly, and the great scholar of the Shi family also looked nervous.

Now the North is at a time of stalemate, if there is a major event in the historian, it will be either a huge victory or a disastrous defeat!

But how is it possible?

Could it be that... Barbarian God and Barbarian sacrifice disregarded the two-day agreement and forcibly took action.

At this time, the master of the Shi family had already run up to the two of them and said, "To the northeast, thirty-six thousand miles!"

Sima Lie and Shi Jia Da Ru immediately flashed the map of the Great Xuan Territory, northeast, 36,000 miles.

The two looked at each other and said in unison, "Dongcangcheng!"

A gleam of light flashed in Sima Lie's eyes.

"The old man teleported it with the power of the Holy Way of the Great Gate of History, and you sit in the Chunqiu Hall!"

"Yes!"

Sima Lie waved his sleeves, and the whole person disappeared in place.

The Great Confucian of the Shi family turned his head to the side with a look of doubt on his face: "Dongcangcheng, Marquis Wu?"

...

East Cang City.

At this time, the rest of the great Confucian scholars who sensed the power of the Heavenly Dao in the Wuyuan also appeared one after another.

Soon, Yun Siyao and Wu Litao also appeared behind Chen Luo.

Many great Confucians who fought in battles saw Yun Siyao, and they all saluted.

After Yun Siyao returned the salute, when he saw the first electric pattern tablet, his eyes flashed, and he understood the whole story.

"Junior Brother wants to answer three questions about running a school?"

"This song 'Being Used to Long Nights for Spring' is the first song!"

Yun Si looked at Chen Luo from afar. At this time, Chen Luo's sword pierced half an inch into the second slate. He stood on the spot and closed his eyes in contemplation.

The second question of running a school: how!

Helpless, helpless, hopeless, what should I do?

Chen Luo's mind seemed to flash the cries of countless people, they were angry, they were sad, they cursed God, they prayed to God, they didn't understand why only those who mastered the talent of reading through can be favored by the Tao of Heaven and have the ability to survive in the world. the power of the world.

People are like weeds, why give birth to people!

Chen Luo let out a long sigh, opened his eyes, and flipped his wrists.

"Move, move, Hou Ye moved."

"The first sentence is out."

On the slate, a row of powerful characters appeared.

"Kyushu is angry and thunderous."

"Kyushu? Yes, when the dynasty divided the world and divided the territory of the human race into Kyushu, it was called the ancient Kyushu in history. This sentence should be used by Lord Hou."

"This sentence makes it clear that the anger of the human race requires the emergence of new forces like wind and thunder. It has quite the meaning of Fang Weng's 'the thunder and the wind start the house, and the world opens up and turns Hongjun'!"

"Look, Lord Hou has written the second sentence."

Chen Luo wrote the second line of this poem at this time——

"It's sad to see all the horses together."

At one point of this sentence, a sense of lament spread throughout the audience.

Xiang Jixuan shook his head and sighed: "Po Xian once said in "Three Horses Praise and Quote": The northern barbarian tribute horse, the head is eight feet high, the dragon's head and the phoenix's bone, the tiger's back and the leopard's seal, and it comes out of Donghua. The door, into the prison of Tian Si, the mane screaming, and the horses slaughtered together."

"The Marquis uses horses as a metaphor for people. I have a dignified human race with nearly twice the population of the barbarians. However, all the barbarians are soldiers, but my human race can only be fought by a person who has read through. Therefore, when a horse sings, ten thousand horses die. , sigh..."

"This sentence corresponds to the previous sentence, and it really points out why the power of wind and thunder is needed to stir up anger."

At this time, Chen Luo had blocked the voices of the people around him. He felt that there was a force entangled in him, and it was several times more difficult to draw the tip of his sword than before.

Chen Luo's whole body burst out with red dust, and he continued to bless Chen Luo's sword. The tip of the sword entered another half an inch, and the light on it flickered. It was just the first stroke of writing, which was equivalent to the moment of Master Wenbao's sword. Blast.

"Master Hou, use this sword!" Xiang Jixuan's hand appeared with a pitted long sword, and threw it to Chen Luo, "This old man took this sword and killed hundreds of fellow robes and common people who were cursed by the barbarians and could not be rescued. Above it is the suffering of my human race, the suffering of the human race, and the sword of this old man's death! Now it is a treasure of great Confucianism!"

Xiang Jixuan threw the sword to Chen Luo and was caught by Chen Luo.

Chen Luo held this fatal sword in his hand, as if he heard the roar of the human race in the sword, he pierced the tip of the sword into the slate again, and finally finished writing the whole poem——

Kyushu is angry and thunderous,

Thousands of horses are so sad.

I advise the Lord of Heaven to shake his head,

Eclectic drop talent!

Poetry, long silence!

For a moment, Xiang Jixuan swallowed and said, "Jiantian! This is Jiantian!"

"Electrical talent! Wow, good wow!"

"This human race should have been eclectic!"

While everyone was talking about it, a cracking sound came from the second stone slab.

"Huh? Could it be that Tiandao is not advised to destroy this monument?"

"This...how is this possible!"

But in the eyes of everyone, there were more and more cracks on the slate.

"Tian Dao, why are you... eh?"

A great Confucian was about to scold the sky angrily, when he suddenly choked in his mouth.

Because of the crack of the second slate, the fragrance of the fragrance came out and spread away instantly.

Immediately afterwards, I saw strands of green onion seedlings drilled out of the crack, turning into turmeric and bluegrass, and a giant jade tree phantom loomed behind the stone tablet!

"Zhilan Yushu!" Yun Siyao said.

Hearing Yun Siyao's words, the great Confucians suddenly recognized this vision—

Zhilan Yushu!

The Xie family, a semi-sage family in the previous dynasty, had three generations of semi-sages in a row. Heavenly Dao was born with Zhilan Yushu in its courtyard. Therefore, the talented children of the Xie family are also known as the Xie family treasure tree. Wang Wei once wrote, "It is not the treasure tree of the Xie family, but the neighbor of the Meng family." Later, Zhilan Yushu was the name for outstanding children.

I just didn't expect that thousands of years apart, the people present actually witnessed the vision of "Zhilan Yushu" again, and it was born out of thin air.

"Eclectic!" Xiang Jixuan couldn't believe it, "Tian Dao is responding to Hou Ye!"

"Let's live a treasure tree without sticking to one pattern!"

...

In the capital city, Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan, who was reviewing the school chapter, suddenly paused, and the brush in his hand was suspended in mid-air. His gaze shifted slightly, looking at the teacup beside his hand.

The tea in the teacup rippled slightly, and the floating tea leaves on it moved slowly like a boat.

Immediately afterwards, the heavier pen holder on the desk also began to shake.

Yan Baichuan suddenly held down the desk and suppressed the shaking of the desk.

"Earth movement?" Yan Baichuan frowned. how is this possible? Zhongjing City is the best place for the human race, and it has its own array arrangement, so how can earthquakes happen.

Could it be the aftermath of the semi-holy battle?

Yan Baichuan turned back and forth in an instant, when Leng Bingbing rushed in: "Wen Xiang, Wenchang Pavilion has moved!"

"The old man knows!"

"No, I mean, only Wenchang Pavilion has moved!"

Yan Baichuan was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what Leng Hanbing said. He closed his eyes suddenly, and his consciousness covered the entire Wenchang Pavilion.

It's not that the ground is moving, but the space of Wenchang Pavilion is shaking!

"Wen Xiang, what's going on?" Leng Hanbing asked.

"My Wenchang Pavilion is in charge of the world's education, this is the way of education has moved!"

Yan Baichuan opened his eyes and counted with both hands.

From the top to the bottom, there are many Yuanheng and Ji.

The fourteenth hexagram, Huotian has a great hexagram.

Yan Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then continued to calculate, and after a while, he showed doubts on his face.

"Dongcang?"

Leng Hanbing's ears moved: "Bing Xiang? What Dongcang? Is it related to Wuhou?"

Yan Baichuan nodded: "Not bad!"

Leng Bingbing: "My subordinates wish..."

Yan Baichuan said directly: "Old man, go to Dongcang quickly, you are staying in Wenchang Pavilion!"

Leng Hanbing was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say more, Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves, and the whole person disappeared in place...

...

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Luo, and they followed Chen Luo to the third stone slab.

The third question of running a school: What do you want?

If this road goes to the end, what kind of vision will be sought?

The three most difficult questions in running a school are the first question and the second question. The third question is relatively easier to answer.

Throughout the ages, the third question best said was Zhang Hengqu's "Peace for all generations."

I don't know what Hou Ye will look forward to?

Everyone is like a dragon?

It is not impossible!

Chen Luo's expression became lighter at this time, looking at the third slate.

The sword of death in his hand was raised and pierced into the stone slab.

At this moment, he thought of a character from the previous life in his mind.

The old man with mixed praise and bad reputation.

Chen Luo flipped his wrist, and a poem was written like flowing water.

The husband held Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit was higher than the hundred-foot building.

Whoever wrote history for 10,000 years, beheaded 3,000 miles away.

The general will follow Lin Wu quickly, and there is leisure to chase the water gulls.

Laughing refers to the barbarian sky and the moon, shining on the fourteen states of Daxuan.

"Okay!" A loud roar sounded, and everyone looked at the sound, only to see a space twisting, and a huge gate of vicissitudes emerged.

"Shijia Jumen?" Yun Siyao looked puzzled.

The Shijia Giant Gate does not have the function of teleportation, but requires the Shi family to find the footprints of the predecessors behind the door, integrate with themselves, and achieve the purpose of rapid transfer, which is very expensive.

At this time, the giant door slowly opened a crack, and a figure flew out from it.

When Xiang Jixuan and the others saw the person, they hurriedly saluted: "I have seen Mr. Sima."

Chen Luo was also stunned, Sima Lie, why is he here?

Chen Luo stepped forward to salute: "Mr. Sima, you..."

"Get out of the way!"

Sima Lie bypassed Chen Luo, walked past the first stele, stopped for a moment, and stood in front of the second stele again, sighing: "Electric pattern tablet, Zhilan Yushu!"

"Okay, Chen Luo, why didn't you call me in advance when writing this?"

"I can't witness such a vision with my own eyes, the old man has a regret!"

Saying that, Sima Lie stood in front of the third inscription again and nodded slightly.

Xiang Jixuan cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Sima, you are a great scholar in the history family, why don't you comment on this poem that our Hou Ye asked thirdly!"

Sima Lie glanced at Xiang Jixuan and knew the other party.

"The third song is a little less literary, but full of arrogance!"

"The first sentence has quite the meaning of Li Changji's 'Why don't men take Wu hook', and the second half of the sentence is the transformation of 'a hundred feet to go further'!"

"This old man likes the second sentence, who wrote the history in 10,000 years, and beheaded three thousand miles away. There is a lot of pride, as long as he is happy today, he doesn't care about his name before or after his death!"

"The third sentence is slightly flat, follow the footsteps of Emperor Lin and Emperor Wu, and don't spend time playing."

"It's the fourth sentence, which is the origin of the old man's applause."

Saying that, Sima Lie looked at Chen Luo: "Good boy, good ambition."

"To take that savage world into the fourteenth state of Daxuan!"

Chen Luo smiled and said, "I haven't done it yet, so how do you know it's not possible?"

"No one has succeeded so far!"

"I haven't tried it yet!"

Sima Lie and Chen Luo looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter together.

At this moment, I saw the third stone tablet swaying slightly. During the shaking, there was a strange sound coming from the stone tablet.

Amidst everyone's doubts, Sima Lie's eyes narrowed.

I, Sima Lie, took great pains to rush to Dongcang City, for what?

Isn't it just to see these rare visions with your own eyes?

Write a sentence in the history book: I watch it in person... what a style!

Yun Siyao took a step back at this time.

The sound in the third stele became louder and louder, and suddenly, a ray of light shot out from the stele. The light fell on the ground, and it grew long in the wind, instantly turning into a beast.

That beast was black all over, like a turtle, with teeth!

Chen Luo was happy when he saw the other party.

old friend.

Bah!

However, unlike the phantoms and stone statues I have seen before, this seems to be flesh and blood.

"Shi Shengping!" Sima Lie excitedly said, "Shi Shengping!"

"The last time Shi Shengbian was writing was the Three Great Monuments written by Qin Shaoyou, Su Poxian, and Mi Fu."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

At this time, the mind of Pixi poked his head left and right, and suddenly crawled towards Chen Luo. It seemed slow, but in fact it was fast. He appeared in front of Chen Luo in the blink of an eye. I saw a blank stone tablet slowly growing out of its back.

"I want to recognize you as the master!" At this moment, a familiar voice came, Chen Luo turned his head, and saw Yan Baichuan standing beside him at some point, but his face was flushed, and his chest kept rising and falling violently. Sweat profusely, like running a marathon.

Yan Baichuan tried his best to calm down his tone: "At this time, write down ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If the inscription on the inscription can suppress Pixi, this Pixie will become the beast of your martial academy, and you will be lucky!"

"Fang today, there are flesh and blood to suppress, but only five fingers."

When Chen Luo heard the words, he nodded, reached out and touched the stone tablet on Pixi's back, and said with a smile in his heart, "It was you at the time, and it is still you now, so don't change it."

Chen Luo's hand was attached to the stele, and he was in the same mood as Pixie. Immediately, lime fell off the stele, and finally eight characters were condensed——

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!

The monument was completed, and the flesh and blood shook the sky and shouted, and the sound shook the sky.

Sima Lie waved his sleeves, a history book unfolded in front of him, Sima Li waved his brush—

"In the forty-sixth year of the Zhenghe period of the Daxuan calendar, in winter and December, Marquis Wu answered three questions about running a school in the half-renovated martial arts school in Dongcangcheng. . The stele of the camel recognizes the master, and the Marquis of Wu wrote that "every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world."

"I see it in person, I am very fortunate, very happy!"