Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Over the night, the rain ended and the sky was fine.

A savage wind blew up the fallen leaves of Dongcang City. The fallen leaves rolled up and went straight up with the wind, floating and flying over Dongcang City.

It drifted through the smoke-filled residential area, and the people of Dongcang City, who had sheltered from the two-day fighting rain at home, prepared breakfast and resumed their busy work.

It floats across the newly prosperous streets. Those morning meals with northern characteristics have been spread all over the street. Those breakfast meals are not as delicate as those in the central capital, but the emphasis is on sufficient quantity, fullness, oil and water, and a hot noodle soup. , the drinker feels refreshed.

Just as the fallen leaves were about to fall, another gust of wind lifted it up and swept past the political affairs hall in the city. Countless young men were already cruising through the mission hall of the political affairs hall, trying to find work that they could take on today. It doesn't matter if you are tired, as long as the pay is high.

The fallen leaves did not stop, it flew along the political hall to the area with excellent feng shui in the city, where mansion courtyards were rising from the ground, and the wealthy and powerful sons also took off their silk brocade clothes at this time, wearing With a bunt, and the recruited laborers smashed the earth and smashed the earth, gravel and tiles.

This is the home of the future, how can you not have your own blood and sweat!

In the future, the descendants pointed to a wall and said, "My ancestors built this wall!" What a glory.

The fallen leaves swirled again, and once flew up and down, and finally landed on the wall of a building. The sound of reading aloud from within the wall shook it from the bricks and tiles of the wall. down.

"The red sun is rising, and its path is bright. The river flows out and flows, and the ocean is gushing. The dragon is submerged in the abyss, the scales and claws are flying. The tiger is screaming in the valley, and the beasts are shocked. The scorpion emperor. The cadres are shackled, and there are awnings. The sky wears its blue, and the ground wears its yellow. Even if there is a long time, there are eight wastes. The future is like the sea, and the future is long. Beautiful my young China, and the sky is not old! Strong my Chinese young man, Borderless with the country!"

This is the first martial arts hall in Dongcang. Learning literature in the morning and martial arts in the afternoon was the rule set by Hou Ye. And the daily morning class must read "Youth China Talk", which is the first article of Wutangtang's teaching written by Xiang Jixuan, the first Wutang Jijiu.

The fallen leaves fell on Xiang Jixuan's shoulders, Xiang Jixuan held the leaves in his hands, looked at the many children on the school ground, and sighed: "Master Hou is really a genius! One of the "Youth China Talks" is often heard by these children. Since then, this old man is full of enthusiasm, wishing he could go back to his youth!"

"Yeah!" Another great scholar nodded and said, "When Xianyi was an angry young man, he looked like a mountain in the north of the Central Plains! I heard that Wenchang Pavilion has copied this article and published it all over the world."

"Yeah!" Xiang Jixuan nodded, "It was the Prime Minister Wen who talked to Lord Hou in person. It's just a pity..."

"What a pity?" Da Ru asked.

"It's a pity that this article looks at its context. It should not be a complete article. The context is prominent. It is suitable for inspiring young people, but it is not suitable for living in the world."

"If Marquis completes this article, it will be a shocking article!"

Speaking of this, Xiang Jixuan himself suddenly smiled: "It's the old man who thinks too much, how rare is the article of shocking saints? Bansheng wants to be willing to rely on his own holy way to transmit the sound to the world. If there are errors or omissions in the article, then The semi-holy holy way will also be attacked."

"Hey..." The great Confucian also echoed, "Speaking of which, this "Speaking of Young China", as well as the 'every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world' on the back of the Wuyuan Academy, if it can be fully written, I will be surprised Holy capital!"

"Our Lord Marquis doesn't write anymore!"

"This 'shame of the literati' behavior is derived from the blood!"

Xiang Jixuan also nodded lightly, just as he was about to say something, his face suddenly changed, looking in the direction of the city lord, a mighty air of luck accumulated in the sky above the city lord's mansion, and the clouds became colorful.

"Splendid Huayun!" Xiang Jixuan said in surprise, "What did Hou Ye write? He actually summoned Jinxiu Huayun!"

"Go, go and see!"

...

At this time, Chen Luo was sitting in the study, holding a brush, trembling slightly.

After I finished writing the latest chapter last night, "Dianlushui Han Xiangqian, Attacked the Central Plains Wuhou to the List", I suddenly felt that something was missing, and I carefully opened it. It turned out that there was no original text of "Apprenticeship List" in the novel.

How does this work!

No novel? It's okay, I remember!

Chen Luo picked up the pen and planned to write the "Apprenticeship Table" from memory!

"The first emperor was not in the middle of his business, but the middle way collapsed. Today is three points. Yizhou is exhausted. The pressure fell on him, and it was extremely difficult to write every word.

Just when Chen Luo was about to put it down temporarily, a bright realization suddenly appeared in his mind. If he stopped at this time, the article would be forgotten and could never be heard again.

Chen Luo took a deep breath, and continued to write: "However, the ministers of the guards are unremitting in the interior, and the loyal ones are forgotten outside, because they are chasing the special encounter of the former emperor, and the forecast is for Your Majesty."

...

Xiang Jixuan and his peers rushed to the city lord's mansion, and saw that many great scholars had already arrived. Wu Litao was full of demonic energy, showing the cultivation of a first-grade great sage, blocking the door of the study, while Yun Siyao moved towards Xiang Xiang. Ji Xuan saluted and said softly, "Little Junior Brother is writing a strange article and going through the test of heaven, please don't disturb me!"

"Miss Yun is serious." Xiang Jixuan hurriedly returned the salute and said, "I am also here to protect the Dao. But can you tell me what article Hou Ye was writing and why it was so sudden?"

Yun Siyao was also puzzled: "I don't know, I also sensed the power of the heavens before I noticed the abnormality."

At this time, Wu Litao snorted coldly: "A bunch of... naive... naive... naive critics, sense... sense... Wen... Wen Yun!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Yun Siyao again: "You are fine... fine... elf, no... not... stupid... stupid!"

All the great Confucians in the Hundred Wars knew Wu Litao's identity for a long time, and they didn't care about his words.

All strange prose can be transformed into rhythm, and it has its own special features.

"This is... loyalty!"

"More than that, there is a lot of love and meaning, and it has the meaning of teaching from the elders! Is it a text of enlightenment?"

"A mighty spirit, a heavy vicissitudes of life!"

"Bastard, after sensing Wen Yun, the old man became more and more curious!"

...

"It is really advisable to open Sheng Ting, to honor the legacy of the late emperor, and to promote the spirit of lofty ideals. It is not appropriate to belittle oneself, cite injustice, and use the road of loyalty and advice."

In the study, Chen Luo had already written the first paragraph of "Apprenticeship List", and his hands were a little sore.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Luo continued to write down——

"The palace, the palace, and the palace are all one. Whether the punishment is wrong or not, there should be no similarities and differences. If there is a traitor, a criminal, and a loyal and good person, it is advisable to pay a minister to discuss his punishment and reward, so as to demonstrate the principles of His Majesty's fairness. ."

When I wrote this, the desk made of high quality ancient wood didn't dare to bear the heavy burden. With a "click", it was crushed and smashed. Chen Luo reached out to get the page, and felt heavier.

This page of paper, meant to teach, weighs more than 10,000 catties!

Chen Luo was helpless, so he had to sit cross-legged, put the paper on the ground, and continued to write with a pen.

...

Wanren Mountain, the camp of the gods.

Yun Changying and Zilongying, who were training, suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of Dongcang City.

Yide Camp, Mengqi Camp, Hansheng Camp...

There was a strange feeling in the hearts of all the generals and soldiers of the generals of Shu. They seemed to be excited and moved. They only felt that there was an elderly man whispering in the direction of Dongcang City, but he could not hear what he was saying.

At the same time, in the Wanrenshan Council Hall, several great Confucians had strange expressions on their faces.

"Bing Xiang, I suddenly have an impulse, I want to fight and kill a few barbarians!"

"It's extremely, the old man is the same, itchy hands are unbearable, want to fight to the death with the barbarians!"

"The same is true of the old man, how about we rush?"

Han Qingzhu frowned slightly. To be honest, he also inexplicably wanted to fight a battle, and this change came from his family and the world.

The great Confucians under the hall all have one thing in common—

All have mastered the Chibi combat skills!

"Go back and recite the classic meditation!" Han Qingzhu snorted coldly, "This is caused by external forces!"

Everyone's faces showed bitterness: "I also know that it is an external force! But I can't help it!"

"Otherwise, let's kill it first!"

Han Qingzhu's expression turned cold: "Let me all stay here, and no one is allowed to move!"

After he finished speaking, he also looked towards the east and muttered to himself, "What the **** is this kid Chen Luo doing?"

...

"Professional worthy ministers, far worthy men, this is why the early Han prospered; pro virtuous ministers, far worthy ministers, the later Han fell down..."

"The minister is a commoner, and he works hard in Nanyang. Gouquan's life is in troubled times, and he does not seek information from the princes..."

"It will be overturned later, when you are appointed to the defeated army, and you are ordered to be in danger, it has been twenty-one years since you came..."

Chen Luo wrote down the "Apprenticeship List" in his memory word by word, but he didn't realize that, behind him, a phantom condensed, which was the Guan Yunchang that Chen Luo thought he had seen in his dream.

With tears in his eyes, Guan Yun looked at the words written by Chen Luo, bowed in a big salute, and sighed in a voice that only he could hear: Sergeant...

The words fell, and the figure gradually dimmed and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

...

Outside the study, a faint memory of reminiscence was conveyed through Wen Yun, and the hearts of the great Confucians of all battles trembled. For a time, they thought of those deceased comrades, those relatives who missed them.

"A text of deep love and righteousness!"

"The old man remembered his teacher!"

"I remember my brother who died for me..."

"Essential teaching, nothing more than this!"

"Master Hou, what are you writing!"

...

"Today the south has been settled, and the armour is sufficient. It is time to reward and lead the three armies, set the central plains in the north, be exhausted and blunt, exterminate traitors, restore the Han Dynasty, and return to the old capital..."

At this point in the writing, the stroke of the pen suddenly changed, and a sharp air of war pierced the paper. At this time, Chen Luo was completely immersed in the article and kept writing!

...

"Crazy spirit!"

"How can I sense the meaning of the King of the North's 'Lu Feikuai, the horse made, the bow is like a thunderbolt'?"

"Shh! Silence! Don't interfere with Lord Hou!"

...

"May your majesty entrust the ministers with the effect of reviving the thieves, if not, it will be the crime of ruling the ministers..."

"Your Majesty should also make his own decisions, in order to consult Susan's good way, Chen Yayan, and deeply pursue the last emperor's edict. This minister is very grateful."

"Let's stay away now, with tears in my eyes, I don't know what to say!"

After Chen Luo wrote the last word, his wrist suddenly loosened, and he could no longer hold the brush. At the same time, the paper on which the "Apprenticeship Table" was written rose out of thin air, and the words turned into thumb-sized pearls and detached from the paper.

Literally beaded!

...

"Wen Yun stopped, did you finish writing?"

"Quick, go and see, go and see!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

Just when the great Confucians got up, a strong coercion suddenly descended on the City Lord's Mansion.

"Sanwei?"

"A saint is coming!"

"hiss--"

"Shocked?!"

...

Chen Luo raised his head. Although the roof of the study blocked his view, he sensed a force wrapping around him.

Gentle and powerful.

Holy Way!

"Chen Xiaoyou, can you meet me!" A voice sounded in Chen Luo's ears, and Chen Luo hurriedly stood up to salute, "The younger generation pays respects to the Half-Saint, the Half-Saint's invitation, the younger generation is very fortunate!"

As soon as Chen Luo's voice fell, a flower flashed before his eyes, and the whole person appeared in the courtyard in the backyard.

At the same time, Yun Siyao and Zhong Bai Zhan Da Ru also came outside the courtyard.

At this time, Chen Luo was bowing and saluting, and in the courtyard, there was an old figure, watching Chen Luo stroke his beard and laughing.

"Wooden Sage!" Xiang Jixuan was startled. This half-sage called himself "Old Man Mu Yu". He was ordained for more than 400 years. I don't know how many great scholars and half-sages have received his favor.

"I've seen Wood Sage!" Everyone saluted at the same time, and a breeze came and lifted everyone up.

At this time, the pearl of the evolution of "Apprenticeship" was flying behind Chen Luo, and Mu Sheng glanced at it, and there was a look of relief in his eyes.

"This article is deeply affectionate and loyal. It was a must-read for great Confucian scholars at that time. It was a strange article that consolidated the family, the country, and the world. It did not lose to history books.

Yun Siyao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Little Junior Brother, promise! From now on, if you die, the sacred path of Wood Sage will be turbulent, and he must protect you!"

Just as Chen Luo was about to respond, another figure came: "Mu Lao, don't worry, this sage is also willing to protect this junior!"

As soon as the words fell, a rainbow came from countless miles and fell into the courtyard, turning into a middle-aged man with grim eyes, arrogant and self-threatening.

"Mr. Banshan!" Xiang Jixuan bowed again. This man's surname was Wang, and he called himself Banshan. Therefore, the world often called him Mr. Banshan rather than his holy name. He was one of the most prestigious prime ministers of the Xuan Dynasty. Holy and seldom appear in the world.

Mr. Banshan gave a "um" and looked at Chen Luo: "This article is very consistent with this sage, and this sage also wishes to use the holy way as a basis to take down this article and spread it all over the world."

Chen Luo looked at the old man Mu Yu and Mr. Banshan, and looked at Yun Siyao from the corner of his eye, and Yun Siyao shook his head helplessly.

But at this time, another magnificent voice sounded!

"Two, Lu Mou is here!" A rainbow came from the north and landed in the courtyard. A man dressed in sackcloth and a hat appeared in front of everyone.

"Cijun! It's Cijun!" Xiang Jixuan felt that he was numb. He had never seen so many half-sages in his life, and they were all famous half-sages. This one is a word with the same name as Su Poxian. Lord!

At this moment, Yun Siyao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Uncle Lu!"

"What uncle, Xiao Nizi, like your slanderous master, you have to take advantage of my mouth! You have to call me uncle!"

Yun Siyao smiled without saying a word.

"Wuguan, do you want to fight with us too?" Mr. Banshan chuckled lightly.

Lu Wuguan smiled heartily: "Not only you, I have already repelled six and a half saints on the way here! Otherwise, do you think you will be the first to arrive?"

After speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again: "Luo'er, I am a close friend of your master, even if there is no holy way, I will protect you if you are in trouble. But I really like this "Apprenticeship", or by Let me do it!"

"This saint has published a semi-holy handbook!"

"Hmph, who isn't a semi-sage yet? I'll publish two articles!"

"This gentleman has published a history book of the Fang family!"

Everyone: (;OдO)

"This..." Chen Luo was a little flustered~www.wuxiamtl.com~ At this time, Yun Siyao walked to Chen Luo's side, Fu Li, and said, "The three sage predecessors, my master often said that music alone is not as good as everyone's music. !"

"How about the three of you together?"

Lu Wuguan smiled and said, "Little Nizi, your master's habit of eating and wiping clean, can you still say this? I don't believe it!"

Xiang Jixuan and other great Confucians: Semi-sacred gossip, I really want to hear it! But can't listen!

Mr. Banshan pondered for a while: "I can!"

The old man Mu Yu also nodded: "The preaching of the three saints is also a good story!"

Lu Wuguan glared at Yun Siyao, who stuck out his tongue.

...

On this day, from the blue sea in the east, the desert in the west, the Demon Territory in the south, the Barbarian Plains in the north, and within the Great Xuan, Sanhong volleys into the sky!

On this day, the three holy sounds merged together and turned into rolling spring thunder.

On this day, "Apprenticeship Watch" is famous in the world!