Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Zhang Qingye looked at the wild moon in the sky through the high windowsill.

"I didn't expect that the last thing I saw before Zhang Qingye died was Man Tianyue!" Zhang Qingye laughed at himself, and a sense of drowsiness struck his heart.

He retracted his gaze and looked forward. The huge blood-colored silkworm cocoons blocked his vision. He lowered his head. The blood-colored silk had been woven into his chest and quickly wrapped towards his head. A blood-colored wild silkworm was coiled in front of him, spitting **** silk, weaving the cocoon.

He tried to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but the seal on his body made him unable to even open his mouth.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't kill one more barbarian before I died!" This was Zhang Qingye's last consciousness, and then he was shrouded in darkness.

He, Zhang Qingye, Master Jing, was the captain of the Eighth Battalion of the Jinxiu Army on the Great Wall of Righteousness.

When the barbarian army attacked the city, they would not retreat, and they were eventually captured. They were taken back to the barbarian plains and transported back to the barbarian hinterland as a blood sacrifice for the nobles to buy and use.

Along with him, he was swallowed by the savage silkworm, and there were also a total of 804 soldiers from the Eighth Battalion under his command!

Dozens of years of human support, once turned into barbarian food.

hateful!

...

Wanren Mountain.

"I ordered Fushan Camp, Sanshui Camp, and Beijiang Camp to leave the Manyuan for three thousand miles, and ten great scholars to accompany them. We must rescue the captured soldiers." The soldiers immediately took orders and left.

Han Qingzhu looked at the map again. According to the usual situation, the Battle of Winter has entered the final stage. It's just that a cloud has been haunting Han Qingzhu's mind.

Where is the tower bone?

At the beginning of the war, the two khans of Ilisa and Mordan moved southward, and the northern border was trembling. As the war unfolded, Mordan Khan's troops launched repeated attacks. There are indeed traces of the tribes belonging to Ilisha Khan's tribe in the barbarian army. If the martial arts did not appear out of thin air, and the scheduling was effective in advance, I am afraid that this time the Winter Winter Clan would suffer a big loss.

As a result, the human race and the barbarian race are almost at a draw, and they have not suffered a big loss.

But the problem is-

The khan emperor's tower bones of Ilisa Khan's department have been missing.

Among the eight great khanates of the barbarian tribe, every khan emperor is expected to attack the existence of barbarian gods, especially this tower bone. He was not the direct blood clan of Ilsa, but gained the support of Ilsa tribe step by step by virtue of his own strength and exploits, and finally stepped onto the throne of Khan Emperor.

Zhenxuan Si once ranked according to the threat to the human race by the Khan emperors of the Eight Great Khans. Mordan, who invades the north every year, only ranks sixth, and this tower bone ranks third.

It was such a khan emperor who could be called a thorn in the eyes of the human race, who led his troops to the south, and then disappeared.

It is impossible for Han Qingzhu to not pay attention.

At this moment, Xiao Qi walked into the council hall holding a letter.

"The Minister of War, there is a letter from the Marquis of Dongcangwu!"

Han Qingzhu was taken aback: "Chen Luo?"

"Why is he writing a letter?"

"Do you want me to wipe his **** again?"

After all, Han Qingzhu still took the letter and glanced at it with inexplicable eyes.

Xiao Qi looked curious: "Master of War, is Wuhou causing any trouble again?"

Han Qingzhu said with a half-smiling smile, "This kid has prepared a winter martial arts academy and is about to open it."

"Please come over to watch the ceremony!"

"Isn't this nonsense? The prime minister still needs the governor to govern the war, so how can he watch the opening ceremony of his martial arts institute?"

Xiao Qi's eyes flickered for a moment, and he reminded in a low voice: "The Minister of War, you can stop by the Wuhou Temple to worship Zhuge Kongming!"

Han Qingzhu was immediately moved, but thinking of the threat of the tower bone, he still sighed: "I still can't go. Go to Baizhan Hall and say, choose a few great scholars to represent my mighty mansion."

Xiao Qi looked embarrassed: "It's still up to you to appoint the minister of war, otherwise I'm afraid that the great Confucians will fight!"

Han Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "These old guys! Let's go to the bottom row according to the merits of the war, go to the tenth place!"

"Yes!" Xiao Qi immediately took the lead.

Han Qingzhu lowered his head and looked at the letter in Chen Luo's hand again, and muttered to himself, "Martial Dao is only three thousand miles away, so it shouldn't be a problem to enlighten the world!"

...

Zhongjingcheng, Spring and Autumn Hall.

Spring and Autumn Hall's time-watching instrument was shaking continuously, and four great historians released the power of the country and the world to try to stabilize the time-watching instrument.

Sima Lie stepped into the void, and while waving his hand, the phantom of "Spring and Autumn" appeared, shrouded the time patrol instrument, and instantly suppressed the time patrol instrument's changes.

"What happened?" Sima Lie asked in a deep voice.

"Mr. Sima." A great scholar from the historian handed over, "Since last night, there has been a strange noise in the time patrol instrument, and the sands of time in all directions have fallen at the same time. We thought that there was a problem with the time patrol instrument, and cast the 'broken mirror and reunion' magical power to repair the time patrol. The instrument was unexpectedly attacked by the time patrol instrument, so the vibration continued."

Sima Lie looked puzzled: "Sand from all directions?"

"This is a sign of great change in the world!"

A look of doubt flashed in Sima Lie's eyes. He deduced time and space, and there was no sign of a world undergoing great changes. Immediately, he asked, "Which direction is the most falling sand?"

"To the northeast, 36,000 miles."

As soon as these words came out, all the great Confucians were stunned.

Such a familiar place!

To the northeast, 36,000 miles—isn't this Dongcangcheng?

What the **** did that Wuhou come up with?

At this moment, Sima Lie's disciple ran into the Xunshi Pavilion, waving a letter in his hand: "Teacher, teacher, there is a blue bird in Dongcang City!"

Sima Lie hurriedly stretched out his hand and directly took the letter from the disciple's hand. He glanced at it roughly, his face was overjoyed, and he kept shouting, "Okay! Good! Good!"

As he said that, his body was full of ups and downs, and he was about to summon the Shijia Jumen to Dongcang. When the other great scholars on the scene saw this scene, they quickly suppressed the fluctuations in time and space, interrupting the Shijia Jumen's appearance.

Obviously it's a good thing, but I want to eat alone!

Sima Lie, it's old age!

"Mr. Sima, what's so great about it!"

"Yeah, Lele alone is not as good as everyone Lele, why don't Mr. Sima share one or two."

Sima Lie stroked his beard lightly: "Hahaha, the old man happily forgot. Please forgive me."

"Last time Wuhou answered the three questions about running a school, everyone, remember!"

All the great Confucians nodded.

"This time the martial arts institute will be opened, Wuhou Te sent an invitation to watch the ceremony, and the old man will go to invite!"

"80% of the recruitment of this world's great change comes from the martial arts institute!"

"Everyone, the old man is leaving first!"

With that said, Sima Lie was about to summon the great gate of the Shi family again, but was blocked by a force of the family and the world. Sima Lie looked at everyone: "Everyone, what do you mean?"

The Confucians suddenly felt a sour taste in their mouths.

They all study history, who doesn't want to see history with their own eyes!

Who doesn't want to write a sentence "Yu personally watch it" in the history books!

How come all the good things have been taken up by you, Sima Lie?

"Hahaha, Mr. Sima, I have been with Wuhou God for a long time. I will go with you this time."

"Yeah, Mr. Sima, this junior wants to see the great changes in Dongcang City with his own eyes, so this is the opportunity, let's go together."

"That's right, Mr. Sima, the old man is about to branch off to Dongcang, and I just took this opportunity to call on Wuhou. I think I won't refuse the old man to go with me, hahahaha!"

"Mr. Sima, I'm straight, so I'll just say it. If you don't take us with you, we'll spread the news all over the Spring and Autumn Hall! When the time comes, hundreds of great scholars from historians will go to Dongcang together. Who is the first recorded source? But it's not easy to check!"

Sima Lie was startled, looked at the four Confucian scholars in front of him with a complicated expression, and sighed: "But the invitation only said I was invited!"

Bah, old man!

The four Confucians cursed in their hearts, but still replied with a smile on their faces: "It's okay, I can act as the old gentleman's entourage."

"The younger generation should be regarded as the nephew of the old gentleman."

"Old man, um... By the way, isn't my concubine your concubine's sister? We are brothers! Why can't we go together?"

"I... I'm in charge of closing the great gate of the Shi family, so I should be the closed disciple of the old gentleman."

Sima Lie looked at the four great Confucians and was so tired that he couldn't speak.

Can you find any excuses like this?

Confucianism door, really dirty!

...

Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan looked at the letter in his hand and stroked his beard.

"One month ago, I asked three questions about running a school, and this old man went to Dongcang once!"

"Half a month ago, because of Zhuge Liang, this old man went to Dongcang again!"

"Today, regarding the Wuyuan matter, this old man has to go to Dongcang once again!"

"That's a little inappropriate!"

Leng Hanbing, who was on the side, heard Yan Baichuan muttering to himself, with a happy expression on his face, just as he was about to speak, he heard Yan Baichuan shout: "Hanbing!"

Leng Hanbing nodded immediately: "Wen Xiang, don't worry, I will definitely..."

"Take care of Wenchang Pavilion!"

"If there is something important, let me know immediately!"

Leng Hanbing was stunned for a moment: "No... Wen Xiang, didn't you say it's inappropriate?"

"I want to understand, the martial arts academy is also the way of education, I should work harder, and it should be!"

"Go for the truth!"

With that said, Yan Baichuan's whole body was full of uprightness, and the whole person disappeared in place.

Leng Hanbing looked at the empty seat, only to feel that his heart was cold, cold, and ice!

...

The eight major academies in Beijing.

Eight blue lights flew up and headed to the northeast.

Everywhere in Daxuan, the aristocratic families who supported Chen Luo in building Leya Port also received the blue bird biography from Dongcang. There was almost no delay. One after another blue light flew out of their respective mansions and moved towards the northeast. And go.

Lu Fangweng's lineage, Mr. Banshi's lineage, and Old Man Muyu's lineage also received invitations, and cyan figures flew out of the green mountains and beautiful waters, heading straight to the northeast.

...

At the same time, Dongcang City.

Qin Dangguo personally sat in charge and directed the preparations for the opening of the hospital. Chen Luo walked over with a relaxed look, and Qin Dangguo hurriedly stepped forward to give a salute: "Master Hou, all the invitations for the ceremony have been sent out, and it is expected that all the guests will arrive within three days."

"It's hard work." Chen Luo nodded, looking at the majestic gate of the Martial Arts Academy, feeling emotional.

For a long time, he thought that the martial arts institute was at most a place for full-time training of martial artists, which was the "university" in his mind. It was not until yesterday that he told Yun Siyao that he was going to open a martial arts institute.

"The Martial Arts Academy is a place for martial arts education!" Yun Siyao's words recollected in Chen Luo's mind, "In the past, Jixia Academy was founded and connected to the Tao of Heaven, so it can be passed down from generation to generation."

"If there is no Jixia Academy, later generations of Confucianism will preach, teaching is a hundred times more difficult, and learning is extremely difficult!"

"The same is true of martial arts. Dongcang Martial Arts Academy is the number one martial arts academy in the world, and it must be connected to the Tao of Heaven~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Otherwise, except for you, it will be difficult to teach and learn."

Chen Luo woke up almost instantly. Since the beginning of martial arts, almost everyone who has mastered martial arts has learned from books on their own, and it is rare to learn martial arts because of others' teachings.

That is to say, if there is no enlightenment recognized by Heavenly Dao, in the future, Martial Dao can only worship Chen Luo as a teacher, and cannot teach or receive privately.

According to the understanding of heaven, that is illegal teaching!

Starting from the development of Confucianism, Taoism and even Buddhism, only when the first academy, Taoist academy or monastery is established and approved by the Tao of Heaven can truly be passed down from generation to generation.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Luo has widely distributed invitations to hold a martial arts academy ceremony.

Thinking of this, he looked north.

Ever since he moved his mind, the dangerous mirror in his soul has been constantly shaking.

God, are you coming?

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There is a saying: A group of Confucians congratulate the Wuyuan, and the savage days attack Dongcang. Want to know what happened next? Check out the next chapter!