Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Yuezhou, Ci'an City.

In the Deyun Pavilion, the voices were full of people.

This prosperous high-rise building built by the King of Yue in the past is now the private property of the Yuezhou wealthy Guo family. It has always been a place full of friends and talents.

Today, no matter the wealthy and dignitaries, or the merchants and pawns, they all gather together, not for anything else, but to listen to the story of Zhongjing Sang Gong.

Speaking of Sang Gong, he is a big man in the world today. In the old days in Zhongjing, Sang Gong was as famous as Nansheng Nanyuanxi, the painting mouth of Beifenglou. If Nanyuanxi was a painting mouth, he could describe the article as if in front of him; then Sang Gong was known for his plot analysis, and he was often able to pierce into the inside. , so it is also known as "Whip Tongue Sang Gong"!

Nansheng Huazui, Duke Sang Tong, it was these two people who turned speaking into storytelling and started the business of storytelling.

Since Wuhou went north and Nansheng retired, Sang Gong took a group of disciples to travel all over the world, swearing to tell stories for the people of the world, not taking a penny.

Today, he came to Cian, Yuezhou.

Guo, who already knew Sang Gong's temperament, finally asked Sang Gong to agree to speak here for seven days on the condition that the Fortune Pavilion will be fully opened within seven days without setting a threshold.

Including "The Swordsman", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Return of the Condor Heroes", and the semi-finished "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!

When the news was released, the whole of Cian went crazy. Deyun Building was hard to find. Many people could only sit around outside Deyun Building and experience Sang Gong's storytelling at close range with the shadow formation method.

It was almost noon, Sang Gong had a break for afternoon tea, and everyone was talking about the plot they had talked about before.

...

"Sang Gong, Sang Gong!" Backstage, the boy gently pushed Sang Luo, who was dozing off.

Sang Luo woke up in a daze, looked at the servant, and asked, "Did you hear that?"

The little servant looked puzzled: "What did you hear?"

Sang Luo froze for a while, then shook her head again: "It's okay, I'm getting old."

The little servant smiled and said, "Sang Gong is joking, you are in the master state, and you are considered to be a prime age in terms of age. How come you are old."

Sang Luo smiled warmly, but there was a voice in her head that couldn't be shaken away.

Just now, he fell asleep unconsciously.

Between half-dreaming and half-awake, he seemed to see a scorpion holding a stone tablet, roaring in the sky.

Obviously never stopped that voice, but Sang Luo understood the meaning of the roar.

Those are the eight characters on its back—

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!

Sang Luo shook his head and laughed to himself.

Maybe the two consecutive days of storytelling have been a bit lacking in energy!

How can you have such a dream?

Those eight characters are heroic and angry, but he is just a rotten Confucian, how could he dream of such a deafening voice?

However, these eight words can be written and spread.

After these thoughts were over in his mind, Sang Luo took a few deep breaths. In the afternoon, there were still two hours of books to talk about, so let's think about it in the evening.

Speaking of the Book of Wuhou, one must be sincere.

Sang Luo calmed down, straightened her long gown, bowed slightly towards the north, and then walked out.

...

"Snapped!"

After Xingmu took a shot, Sang Luo continued to talk about "The Legend of Condor Heroes". Everyone was fascinated by it. The patriarch of the Guo clan sat in the front with his eyes closed slightly, as if he was wandering in a martial arts world.

At this time, it was the last time of "The Legend of Condor Heroes".

But he heard Yang Guo say in a loud voice, "It's a good meeting today, and it's not too much of a sense of arrogance. When we meet again in the rivers and lakes in the future, we'll have a cup of wine and say goodbye. Let's just say goodbye." He said with a flick of the sleeve of his robe, holding the hand of the little dragon girl, and the goddess The eagles descended the mountain side by side.

At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, the breeze was blowing the leaves, and the crows on the top of the tree were humming.

Sang Luo suddenly slapped the wood again and said -

"Exactly: the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaw perches is frightened. Knowing each other and knowing when to see each other, it's embarrassing at this time and night!"

At this moment, a golden and jade vibration sound suddenly sounded in the Deyun Pavilion, like a clear bell. At first it was just a single sound, but then it went on and on. Not only was there no murmur in the bell, but it was like a clear spring flowing through everyone's hearts, and everyone was refreshed for a while.

"Jin Sheng Yu Zhen!" The Guo clan chief was shocked.

This is the vision that the great virtue master only draws when he lectures on the scriptures. It is often accompanied by great merits from heaven. It is one of the five visions in the immortality of Confucianism.

But no one preaches the scriptures here, how can there be a golden voice and a jade vibration, is it—

Patriarch Guo suddenly looked at Sang Luo on the stage, frowning: "Impossible! Storytelling can enlighten one's wisdom and help others grasp the content of the novel. It's a bit of a dialect, but it doesn't have the virtue of enlightenment!"

"Impossible, absolutely not..."

Just when Patriarch Guo was in doubt, suddenly a coercion of the heavens descended on Deyun Pavilion, and a cloud of black and yellow appeared out of thin air in Deyun Pavilion.

"Xuanhuang Xiangyun! It's a sign of virtue!"

"Who! Which Master Lide?"

"Impossible, just now it was only Sang Gong..."

Everyone also reacted. At this time, the Xuanhuang Xiangyun floated towards Sang Luo and instantly plunged into Sang Luo's body. Sang Luo was shocked, his body was surging, and a mountain of books appeared behind Sang Luo.

"What's the matter? Sang Gong is about to break through?"

"Talking to preach?"

"Never heard of it!"

Just as everyone was whispering, the patriarch's seal of the patriarch Guo shook, and he hurriedly checked it, his face suddenly stunned.

"Everyone!" The patriarch Guo's tongue burst into thunder, suppressing everyone's discussion, and said, "The news came from Wenchang Pavilion just now that Wuhou and Beijing made a Daoist speech and opened up martial arts education!"

"Wuhou Yan: The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man!"

Everyone was shocked and murmured in their mouths.

At this moment, Sang Luo suddenly let out a long whistle, and Haoran's righteousness burst out from the body, condensing a phantom of a mountain of books again.

Advance!

"Congratulations Sang Gong!"

"Master Hexisang!"

"I've seen Master Sang!"

Everyone congratulated one after another, and the patriarch Guo also smiled heartily: "Sang Gong, Deyun Pavilion is fortunate to witness the morality of the world, and there are poems that break the boundary!"

According to the tradition of Confucianism, every time a boundary is broken, there is a poem to celebrate, which is called a broken mirror poem.

The most widely rumored poem in the world today is Li Qinglian, who wrote "Laughing in the sky and going out, how can I be a Penghao people!"

Sang Luo nodded lightly, and was silent for a long time.

Sang Luo picked up the Xingmu on the table and said softly—

"I spent half my life trying to get in touch with the Master. I didn't want to embark on the path of virtue today!"

"The old man doesn't know the meaning of the scriptures, and he doesn't know the articles. Only in the story of Wuhou, he pondered some ways of doing things!"

"It's not a warning, it's not a famous sentence."

"It will be used for future storytelling purposes!"

After speaking, Sang Luo paused briefly and said—

"Talking about books and singing operas to persuade people,"

"Three avenues go to the center."

"Good and evil will pay off in the end,"

"The road we have taken!"

...

East Cang City.

Chen Luo thought again and again, but did not announce the opening of the martial arts institute on the spot.

On the one hand, the martial arts courtyard has not been completed yet. Although Yan Baichuan promised Wenchang Pavilion's full support, Chen Luo decided to postpone it for a while.

Without him, martial arts would not be enough!

The dignified martial arts institute, without Shaolin and Wudang, would not have lost half of the country?

Chen Luo sat in the study, with the martial arts novels just selected from the Dreamland Flower Forest in his mind.

"Eternal Dragon Slayer"!

Chen Luo spread out the paper, because of the existence of "Shooting the Condor" and "God Condor", Chen Luo sighed at the previous characters.

Slowly write with a pen dipped in ink, finely grinding one chapter at a time.

The first time: Tianya Sijun must not be forgotten.

As the so-called Fengling Ferry first met, once met Yang Guo mistakenly for life.

Guo Xiang, who was full of girlish thoughts, finally settled on Mount Emei and established a sect. The name "Fengling" given to her disciple and grandson in her later years was probably the most daring thought in her life.

After writing the first chapter, Chen Luo put the manuscript aside and started writing the next chapter~www.wuxiamtl.com~The second chapter: The pines and cypresses grow on the top of Wudang Mountain!

Wudang faction, Zhang Sanfeng!

...

Shouyang Mountain.

The Great Celestial Master Qingwei, who was wandering in spirit, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Strange, my Daomen's luck seems to have become stronger."

"Could it be that there is a Dao Jun Feng Zun?"

The Great Celestial Master Qingwei counted with both hands, and his face became more and more strange.

"The stars are falling from the sky, and the fortune hexagram is ruined?"

"What a weird hexagram!"

The eyes of the Great Celestial Master Qingwei flashed purple light, as if there were stars in the sky.

"This hexagram should be in the north!"

"This is... Chen Luo?"