Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Oh, the pit of the martial arts institute... No, the matter of the martial arts institute is finally settled." Chen Luo stretched his waist and opened his mouth. Immediately, Luo Hongnu sent a cut honeydew melon into Chen Luo's house. mouth.

Luo Hongnu chuckled: "Master Hou, you are relaxed, and you threw all the details of the martial arts academy to Sister Yun, and I haven't seen Sister Yun's people in the past two days."

Chen Luo sighed: "Isn't Wen Xiang and the heads of several major academies in Zhongjing here? This coolie is not for nothing. Sister Six has to read them one by one, and I can't persuade them."

"Isn't that watching for you, Lord Hou? You are not satisfied with all your luck." Luo Hongnu handed Chen Luo another cup of tea, and then said, "Master Hou, "The Story of the West Chamber" has been rehearsed. Now, you can play at any time.”

"Yeah!" Chen Luo nodded. This time the martial arts academy opened, and the family members who supported him in the opening of Leya City last time all came. Chen Luo planned to take advantage of the pre-sale "West Chamber". and resolve.

"Speaking of which, have you taught all the Xiaoqu you taught before?" Chen Luo suddenly thought of something and asked Luo Hongnu, Luo Hongnu smiled and said, "How could Hongnu forget what Lord Hou's order? The arrangement has been arranged to teach, and now Mr. Nan and the others are singing every day, and the people who can sing in the city are almost catching up with "The Concubine"."

"Well, that's good..." Chen Luo lay down again, opened his mouth, and Luo Hongnu put the freshly peeled pulp into Chen Luo's mouth.

...

"Mr. Nan, let's sing the little song that I sang yesterday!"

"Yes, yes! Mr. Nan, let's sing some more!"

Nan Yuanxi, who had just finished talking about "The Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon", had a look of embarrassment on his face and cupped his hands: "Everyone, your throat is uncomfortable today, and it's not suitable for such a tune, it's really..."

Having said that, Nan Yuanxi slapped Xingmu in his hand and opened his mouth to sing--

"A round of bright moon shines on the west wing!"

"Twenty-eight beauties, Yingying Hongniang!"

"Three invite Zhang Sheng to the banquet!"

"Look around and no one jumps the powder wall!"

...

The two great scholars Jin Helan and Zhu Hesong were sitting in the flower pavilion of the guard house, listening to the tune hummed by Nan Yuanxi in the teahouse of Xing Zao Zao in the distance with their ears. They tapped the beat on their legs with their hands and hummed softly.

"Sister embroidered a sachet in the room, and embroidered all kinds of people from the west wing."

"Miss Cui is embroidered on this side, and Zhang Xiucai is embroidered on the other side."

Jin Helan shook his head, took a sip from the teacup, and sighed, "Brother Zhu, why do I always think this song fits my heart?"

"It seems that if this Xiaoqu also has a career, I am also a member of this industry!"

Zhu Hesong was surprised and looked at Jin Helan: "Brother Jin, you... how do you feel exactly the same as me!"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads slightly: "It's weird... weird..."

After a long while, Jin Helan suddenly said: "By the way, why don't I have tickets for the premiere! This is not good! I have to talk to Qin Zhenshou."

Zhu Hesong hurriedly grabbed Jin Helan: "You are irritable... You and I are already the guards of Dongcang City, no need for a ticket! You can go anytime with an identity token!"

"Oh, is it? What's the matter?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. If you have the ability to beat me out..."

Jin Helan: ('')

...

Du Qizhong returned to the residence arranged by the guard house alone, and the power of the family and the world was exerted to completely cover the room.

Only then did Du Qizhong put away the smile on his face and let go of the disguise for the past two days.

He doesn't like Dong Cang, he hates seeing the smiling faces on those people's faces.

Delicious food is everywhere, everyone is dressed in brocade, singing and laughing.

Luxurious and light!

Children dare to argue with their parents!

The apprentice can actually tell the truth from the teacher!

The direct son and the concubine are treated like normal!

Everyone can openly comment on the affairs of the world, discuss the Master and the Great Confucian!

Like what words! What a system!

What a holy place, what a place of enlightenment!

Where is the etiquette! Where is the honor!

Du Qizhong was angry in his heart. He saw with his own eyes that a sturdy wife was chasing and beating her husband, and the husband just smiled, stood and let his wife scold him, and passers-by all laughed.

He saw with his own eyes young men and women walking side by side, laughing like flowers. The people around them are ignorant.

He saw with his own eyes the woman stopped the handsome warrior and expressed his love. A group of young warriors roared.

Husband and wife! Does anyone here know?

Men and women don't accept kisses! Does no one here understand?

What a shameless city!

This kind of city should be slapped on the map and wiped out!

Du Qizhong sneered, everyone is like a dragon?

If everyone is like a dragon, where are the superiors and inferiors? Simply ridiculous.

Du Qizhong heard the voice of a woman in the Grand Theater from outside the window, and his brows furrowed even tighter. He waved his hand and closed the window, isolating the crisp sound.

Everyone thought that Du Qizhong was the "Analects of Confucius", but they did not know that he was studying Neo-Confucianism.

The study of Fang Li!

This time, I'm here to explore the way!

Du Qizhong glanced at the movie tickets of "The Story of the West Chamber" in his hand, "A lover will eventually be married? Then what do you need to do with the words of your parents' matchmaker?"

"It's simply rebellion against humanity!"

"Old man, just stay for one more day to see how mad you are!"

...

Dongcang Wuyuan.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Dongcang Martial Arts Academy feels more imposing than our Zheliu Academy!" Kong Tianfang looked jealously at the martial arts information Yun Siyao handed him.

"Look, look, there are only three secret realms! There are also flesh and blood suppression!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Chief Instructor of the Martial Arts Academy is actually a First-Rank Wuli Great Sage!"

"Huh? Scholarship? What is this?"

"Daomen Scholarship, City Lord's Mansion Scholarship, eh? Jinguagua Scholarship? Huh? Wen Xiang, when did the Martial Arts Academy have Confucianism Scholarship?"

"My Zheliu Academy doesn't have any scholarships! Wenchang Pavilion wants to give me an explanation!"

Yan Baichuan glared at Kong Tianfang, wanting to cheat the budget from me? no way!

Wouldn't Wenchang Pavilion bring some incense to Dongcang Wuyuan? Don't you see how generous Daomen is?

The avenues of practice have begun to be turned inward!

Yun Siyao smiled lightly: "The head of the Confucius Institute, the martial arts institute also lacks a head!"

Kong Tianfang instantly became interested: "Really? But I am a Confucian scholar..."

"My younger brother said that the martial arts academy is the world's martial arts institute. Could it be that there is a great Confucian academy whose first martial arts institute does not practice martial arts and revises the text?"

Kong Tianfang nodded~www.wuxiamtl.com~ looked at Yan Baichuan again, Yan Baichuan sighed: "Go back and talk about it."

After finishing speaking, Yan Baichuan looked at Yun Siyao again, and said helplessly: "Xiao Yaoer, this old man also watched you grow up. You are half a senior, so don't embarrass the old man. In this way, the investment of Wenchang Pavilion will be increased by 30%, how!"

Only then did Yun Siyao nodded with satisfaction, and was about to continue the next topic when he suddenly frowned slightly and turned his head to look in one direction.

"What's wrong?" Kong Tianfang asked.

Yun Siyao snorted softly: "I sensed a smell of decay... Nothing, let's continue."

"Finish the matter in the day, and don't disturb the seniors watching the show at night!"

Kong Tianfang stroked his beard: "It's extremely! If it wasn't for this drama, how could this old man come to be this white worker!"

All the Confucians in the audience laughed.

...

As night fell, the Dongcang Theater was brilliantly lit.

"Cui Yingying Waiting for the Moon in the West Chamber", good show, opening!