Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Quiet night.

Most of the soldiers in Wanren Mountain went to sleep, and only the guards on duty were patrolling back and forth.

A mournful cry suddenly remembered, followed by a suppressed voice.

The people on patrol looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes: Ying Xiao?

Before they could react, there was crying in another camp.

Then the third and fourth...

"Ying Xiao! It's over, Ying Xiao is over!" The patrolling soldiers had cold hands and feet, and at this moment, two figures appeared in the sky, looking down at the camp.

"Brother Ling, if there is any change later, suppress it!"

"Brother Zhou, don't try to hurt people's lives, they are the elites of the God's General Battalion!"

"Hmph, it can cause a roar of camp, what is the saying of the elite!"

The two great Confucians were in a quick exchange when a soldier ran out of the barracks, only to see that he ran out of the barracks without a knife or a gun, clutching his chest with a sad expression on his face.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that the other party was sober, the patrol officers boldly stepped forward and asked.

"I... my heart aches!" the soldier lamented, "I don't know why, my heart aches."

"It seems that a piece of my heart has been dug out!"

Just as the soldiers answered, countless more soldiers ran out of the barracks in pain.

"Brother Zhou, wait a minute!" The Great Confucian surnamed Ling stopped the Great Confucian surnamed Zhou who was about to bring down the repression of the family and the world. "The situation is not right, it is not like Ying Xiao!"

"Look at it for yourself, it's all the camp of the Shu Kingdom who have the abnormality!"

The two great Confucians raised their eyes to look, only to see one after another of Shen Yun condensing over the camp of the gods.

Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Ma Chao, Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong...

The phantom of the **** will be seen in the sky, and it can be seen from a hundred miles away.

In the bedroom, Han Qingzhu put down the pen in his hand and looked in the direction of the general camp.

I saw the phantoms of these gods get off their horses one by one, and even if they couldn't see their faces, they could still feel the grief in them.

These arrogant, brave, or arrogant generals all cupped their hands together and bowed deeply towards the east.

The mixed voices seemed to murmur in whispers, ringing in the ears of every soldier in the Shu Kingdom's God General Battalion—

"Military... my counsellor..."

...

Chen Luo's hand trembled, the brush fell on the paper, but did not leave a trace of ink. When he saw a flower in front of him, he saw the blue light on the paper, and a light and shadow figure slowly condensed and fell in front of Chen Luo.

The man was squat, but his bearing was extraordinary, his face was old and haggard, but his eyes were full of light.

Chen Luo's heart moved, and he quickly got up and saluted: "Junior Chen Luo, I have seen Mr. Wolong!"

Zhuge Liang's phantom slowly looked at Chen Luo, stretched out his hand, and touched the manuscript. After a while, he shook his head slightly, his face even more painful.

"The queen? The queen... When Zilong tried his best to rescue him, did the child I help me painstakingly become the queen in the end?"

Zhuge Liang sighed deeply: "Half life's work is a dream, and the bamboo basket is empty..."

"Yuyou heaven, why are you inferior to me..."

Chen Luo felt that his throat was suddenly blocked, he hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Wolong, although there is no Han family, but the blood of the Han family is continuous. After thousands of years, looking at the state, it is still the world of the Han family!"

Zhuge Liang looked at Chen Luo again, his eyes shining brightly: "After thousands of years, does anyone still remember Han?"

"Why don't you remember?" Chen Luo replied, "After Mr., there were disputes and turbulent times, as well as the invasion of barbarians, Shenzhou landed several times, and buildings overturned several times!"

"In the cold winter, there is always unyielding blood burning; in times of crisis, there are often stories that can be sung!"

"Expel the Tartars and restore China!"

"One inch of river and mountain is one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young men and one hundred thousand troops!"

"In the final analysis, it's all because of that sentence: Those who offend me as strong men will be punished even if they are far away!"

A smile finally appeared on Zhuge Liang's face: "Han is in the heart of the heart, the lord must be pleased..."

"Little friend, the world in which I was born, at this time, is the world peaceful? Is Cathay Pacific? Is the people safe?"

Chen Luo was startled and looked at Zhuge Liang. Seeing the curious expression on the other's face, he hesitated for a while, and finally said with pride: "Sir, when I come, I can go up to nine days to catch the moon, and I can go down to nine oceans to catch turtles. Ge Hengkong, the iron ship spreads the sea, the warm words are in the mouth, the big stick is in the hand, the people live in peace, and the people live happily."

"Reviving the great cause of the strong man is not far away!"

The smile on Zhuge Liang's face became more and more obvious, and then he looked up at the sky.

His figure began to be tall and straight, his face became young, and a goose feather fan appeared in his hand, shaking it gently.

"Humans, barbarians...interesting..."

"Thank you little friend for calling me here..."

"Let's do our best!"

Zhuge Liang bowed slightly towards Chen Luo, and Chen Luo hurriedly returned the salute. When he looked up, Zhuge Liang had disappeared.

At this time, Chen Luo's eyes were full of flowers, and he got up from the desk.

He rubbed his eyes and realized that he had fallen asleep on the desk just now.

Is it another dream?

Chen Luo looked at the manuscript, the brush fell outside the paper and did not stain the manuscript.

Chen Luo rubbed his temples, and suddenly felt the earth vibrate slightly. Chen Luo walked out of the room quickly, and saw a blue beam of light rising into the sky outside Dongcang City...

...

Chuan the blue bird cut through the night sky, from Dongcang to Zhongjing.

Jin Helan and Zhu Hesong, the shift masters of the Blue Bird Pavilion in Wenchang Pavilion, stand on the pavilion and look to the north.

They are waiting for Wuhou's message.

Logically, today should be the day when the latest chapter of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was sent back.

In the last chapter, Zhuge Kongming trapped Sima Yi in the upper valley. Without the restraints of traitors and thieves, this time Shuhan may really be able to restore the Central Plains!

Confucian disciples, in their eyes, Shu Han is the orthodox!

Cao Wei? Chaotic thief ears!

"Come on, come!" Seeing a blue light coming from a distance, Jin Helan smiled heartily, "Brother Zhu, who will we look at later?"

Zhu Hesong thought about it seriously: "Of course you read it first."

Jin Helan waved his hands again and again: "Oh, it's better for Brother Zhu to come first!"

Zhu Hesong nodded: "Thank you!"

Jin Helan's expression changed: "Brother Zhu, you..."

"Oops, I'm cranky, just kidding, you come first, you come first!"

During the conversation between the two, the blue bird fell, Jin Helan took down the letter, and said unexpectedly: "Ah, it turned out to be two chapters!"

"Wuhou mighty!"

Saying that, Jin Helan glanced at him, his eyes widened in anger, and he scolded, "Shameless dog thief!"

Zhu Hesong sighed: "Brother Jin, you are irritable! It's just out of context, how can you be so angry..."

"I'll take a look! Where is it broken again?"

"This is not..."

"Wen shame dog thief! I'm going to fight with you!"

...

Zhongjing City.

For the first time, "Da Xuan Min Daily" was suspended for one day.

Just when everyone wanted to know the reason, they found that all the wake-up teahouses in the city were all hung up with "closed today" signs.

"What's the matter? Did something happen to Wuhou?"

"Isn't the latest chapter of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" out yet? Is Wuhou delaying the draft again?"

"Hey, gossip, I heard that the students of the Eight Great Colleges went on strike collectively!"

"strike?"

"Yes, it is said that they refused to transcribe the latest chapter of Romance of the Three Kingdoms!"

"How unreasonable, is it to increase the reward?"

"No, no, I heard... I heard... Hey, it's really..."

"What is it? Hurry up and say it!"

"I heard that in the latest chapter, Wuhou wrote Zhuge Liang to death!"

"Nonsense! Don't talk like this again! How could Zhuge Kongming die! Your news is wrong! Definitely wrong!"

...

Kong Tianfang looked at the students sitting on the ground in Shengwen Square, and rubbed his brows.

"Haiyi, this... can't I persuade?"

Tian Haiyi also had a sad look on his face: "It's useless to persuade me!"

"Since I received the manuscript yesterday, these children have cried a lot. If it wasn't for the barrier of the formation, the cry would have spread all over Beijing!"

"I don't know who initiated the sit-in protest! And the blood book!"

"Blood book?"

As soon as Kong Tianfang asked for the exit, he saw a blood-colored flag raised in Shengwen Square——

"Give me Kong Ming's life!"

Kong Tianfang gritted his teeth: "Nonsense!"

"What's the use of showing us the blood book!"

Tian Haiyi nodded: "Yeah! These kids are so ridiculous!"

"Haiyi, can you use the formation technique to send them to Dongcang City and ask them to sit in front of the City Lord's Mansion to protest?"

Tian Haiyi was taken aback: Huh?

Kong Tianfang slammed the railing: "This old man wants to sit first!"

...

Changming Palace.

Ye Heng looked at the full palace official who bowed to him and had a headache.

"Everyone, please get up!"

An official said loudly: "Please also ask Your Majesty's imperial decree to order Wuhou to revise the chapter and return Zhuge Liang's life!"

Ye Heng also sighed deeply: "Why didn't you think about it! It's just that the imperial court has its own laws and writings, as long as it does not violate human relations, the imperial court cannot interfere!"

Zhou Zuofeng stood aside and said softly, "Your Majesty can play emotional cards!"

Ye Heng was taken aback, glanced at the political minister, and thought for a while: "This matter, or let Wenchang Pavilion come forward. Wenxiang... eh? Wenxiang?"

It was only at this moment that Ye Heng discovered that the literary figure who had been standing in the hall was actually just a phantom.

"What about Wen Xiang?"

...

Wenchang Pavilion, Wenxiang elegant room.

Yan Baichuan trembled slightly as he looked at the latest manuscript in his hand.

When he killed Guan Yu, the old man didn't say anything.

Later, when he killed Zhang Fei, the old man felt that he was a warrior after all, and he still did not say anything.

Later, when he killed Liu Bei, the old man remained silent!

Today, he actually slashed at Zhuge Kongming!

Hair knives are not like this!

Did you, Chen Luo, float away, or was my Wenchang Pavilion unable to lift the knife?

Yesterday's broken hatred, today's killing and hatred, are all in my heart!

Yan Baichuan burst out of Wenchang Pavilion, full of arrogance and uprightness.

Seeing this, Leng Bingbing hurriedly asked:

"Wen Xiang, what do you want to do here?"

"Go to Dongcang, cut the humiliation of the text!"

"Wen Xiang wait a minute, I would like to go with you!"

"The old man is also willing to go with him!"

One after another, cyan figures flew out from all over Wenchang Pavilion and followed closely behind Yan Baichuan.

...

For a moment, several green rainbows cut through the capital!

"Go to Dongcang, cut the humiliation of the text!"

"Save Zhuge, Kuang Han Shi!"

One after another blue light flew up and joined the queue of the Great Confucian.

...

Zheliu Academy, Kong Tianfang looked up at the sky.

"The old man is here too!" Saying that, his figure flashed and he rose into the sky. Before Tian Haiyi could react, a giant blue hand fell from the sky, grabbed the "blood book" and lifted it into the air.

...

Liu Jingzhuang was drinking stuffy wine at home at this time.

Previously, I persuaded the brothel to go north to Dongcang, but my energy became a little too strong, and now I have nowhere to go.

But is it a bit too obvious for me to go to Dongcang now?

At this moment, he suddenly sensed the great Confucian aura in the sky, raised his head, and saw dozens of great Confucians heading north.

"Everyone, where are you going?" Liu Jingzhuang's voice transmission asked.

"Go to Dongcang, cut Wen Shame?"

"Going to Dongcang?" Liu Jingzhuang was overjoyed, count me in!

As he said that, he turned into a azure light and joined the queue of the Great Confucian.

...

Have you ever seen Baichuan return to the sea?

Have you ever seen a trickle of water converge into a river?

From Zhongjing, all the way to the north, there are constantly great Confucians flying out of thin air and joining this queue!

After traveling thousands of miles, there are already hundreds of great scholars.

"Brother Wu, are you here too?"

"Well, Brother Liu, it's been a long time. I wonder, what are you doing here?"

"I don't know, I saw my senior brother inside, so I followed."

"Really? Brother Deng~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Do you know what's going on?"

"The old man has followed him for three thousand miles, and I don't know what happened!"

"This direction, shouldn't it be to go to the barbarian duel!"

"Isn't it? I thought so!"

"Everyone, we are going to Dongcang!"

"Oh, Dongcang? Why did you go to Dongcang? The old man thought that he was killing Man! Withdrew, withdraw!"

"The shame of the literati has written Zhuge Liang to death!"

"What! Get out of the way, the old man will be the first!"

"Grumpy! Everyone is cranky! Give him a chance to change it first!"

...

East Cang City.

What? More than 100 great Confucians came to kill?

Still increasing?

Chen Luo loosened his hand when he was eating the fruit, and the fruit fell to the ground.

"Senior sister, save me!"