Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

East Cang City.

Chen Luo put down the brush in his hand and frowned slightly.

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has already written the penultimate chapter: the one king who cried in the ancestral temple died of filial piety, and the two soldiers entered Xichuan to compete for merit. The energy in the body is a little weak, so take a break for a while.

However, when writing this last part, Chen Luo always felt that the temple of the Three Kingdoms in his soul was shaking slightly, as if it was about to come out.

"Should Shuling be the Temple of the Three Kingdoms?" Chen Luo wondered, "I already have a Wuhou Temple, what's the use of that?"

Chen Luo shook his head, intending to take a break before continuing to write.

...

Taiping City.

The charge of the three hundred righteous men only made one side of the barbarian army panic a little, and then surrounded them again.

There are more than 5,000 students in the Taiping Academy, and the total number of students who come to Taiping City for study tours is about 8,000. At this time, the barbarian army numbered 50,000.

At this time, the great Confucian who was fighting in the air was furious.

Then every student below is their heart and soul!

Not everyone can become a great scholar, but it must be the backbone of the human race!

In the past **** battles, there was always support from the Great Wall of Righteousness. Why is it that the support channel has not been opened for nearly a quarter of an hour now?

Above, the head of the court and the barbarian emperor restrained each other.

The great Confucians fought desperately against the barbarian king, and as long as one person could free up their hands, they could change the battle situation below.

But unfortunately, the number of barbarian kings also exceeds the number of great Confucians, and many great Confucians want a pair of two, or even a pair of three.

The more so, the less they dare to die. Or they can still hold the other party. If they fight for their lives, but they don't come back together, wouldn't it hurt their comrades.

It is easy to die, but it is not difficult to carry on.

"Go to hell!"

A roar sounded, and a small cyan sword pierced the throat of a barbarian king. The sword continued to fly towards the other barbarian king. Suddenly, a fist was punched in the air and hit the sword. , the blue light on the small sword dissipated, and then flew back, falling into the eyebrows of a great scholar. Half of the Confucian's face was like coke, and the other half was a majestic old man with vicissitudes of life.

Half-faced Confucian, Su Liancheng.

Su Liancheng looked at the second-rank Barbarian King who repelled the small sword with a solemn expression.

The opponent has strong blood and energy, and should be a top barbarian king in the second rank.

"I know you, Su Liancheng!" When the barbarian king saw Su Liancheng, he suddenly laughed, "Su Lianchi, it's my Tuli!"

The normal-looking face on Su Liancheng's side suddenly changed, and his body was full of uprightness.

It's just that Su Liancheng's family and country are not like the rivers, lakes and seas, the city and the mountains like other great Confucians, but a dilapidated log cabin with a few wooden roofs missing...

...

"Brother, I was accepted by the academy." The young Confucian student rushed into a small shabby house and said to the middle-aged man who was burying his head in transcribing books for others.

"Really?" The middle-aged man immediately threw down the book, almost picked it up, and took the notice from the young Confucian scholar, his face beaming with joy.

"Sure enough, hahahaha... let's go, celebrate today. Let's go, I'll go get the silver."

"No need, brother!" the young scholar said, "I made an appointment to celebrate with other classmates, so I'm going to see them."

The middle-aged man nodded, suddenly remembered something, walked back to the desk, thought about it, took out a book from the stack of books, opened the pages, took out a crumpled silver note, turned it back and handed it over. for young people.

"Since it's a celebration, you should also have some money on you, don't make people laugh at you!"

The young scholar smiled brightly: "Thank you, brother." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to take the silver note, put it in his arms, and waved, "Brother, I'll go first."

"Go..." The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the young scholar ran out of the cabin.

The middle-aged man smiled and watched the other party leave, still excited in his heart.

"Sure enough, Lian Chi is more talented than me." He sighed in his heart.

His name is Su Liancheng, he has been studying for thirty-six years, and now he is still in the realm of writing. The young man's name is Su Lianchi, and he is his younger brother.

"Hey, after entering the academy, Lian Chi still needs more expenses, so let's transcribe some more today."

After speaking, he sat back at the desk again, rubbed his eyes, and continued to pick up the pen.

...

Spring has gone to autumn, and twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Su Lianchi's cultivation is like riding a thousand miles of horses, broken into poetry, to enlightenment, to enlightenment, and finally to preaching. As for Su Liancheng, who was fifty-six years old, he stopped in the realm of poetry.

Su Liancheng still lived in that shabby house. Su Lianchi came to persuade him several times, but Su Liancheng refused to leave.

"You are a phoenix, flying out of the bird's nest."

"But I'm just a bird, and I'm not used to living in a plane tree."

Su Liancheng rejected Su Lianchi with a smile. He has reached the cultivation level of the poetry realm and has no lifespan growth. He has lived here for most of his life, and he does not want to leave.

For this matter, Su Liancheng did not speak to him for a year.

When you talk again, it's goodbye. Su Liancheng entered the Ministry of War and went to the north.

Su Liancheng only said one sentence: "If I come back alive, I will move out!"

...

Another five years.

Su Liancheng, who was in his sixtieth year, was resting in his house. A strong wind blew away a few wooden boards on the roof.

Just as he was about to go to the roof, a messenger from the Ministry of War, the blue bird, stopped in front of the door.

Su Liancheng wiped his hands, he thought it was a letter from his brother, but the letter only read two pages, like a bolt from the blue.

"Xin'an City is broken, Su Lianchi was kidnapped by the barbarians, I don't know life or death!"

Su Liancheng looked back at the dilapidated wooden house, as if to put it in his heart.

The house is not being repaired.

He is going to save his brother!

On this day, Su Liancheng broke into poetry and entered the Master.

He left the small town that he hadn't left for half his life.

...

Su Liancheng traveled all the way, day and night, heading north.

Three thousand miles north, the city of Su Lian entered the enlightened realm of the Master.

Three thousand li further north, Su Liancheng entered the realm of Confucius preaching.

Go north again for 6,000 miles, out of the heaven of the human race. On the basis of "brothers", Su Liancheng led the world to instill the righteousness of the world, and broke out in a day of hard study, condensed the family and the world, and entered the great Confucianism!

That family, country, world, no country, no world, only a small house.

Family!

On that day, the city of Su Lian entered Barbarian Heaven!

He wants to find Su Lianchi.

If he is alive, save him.

If he dies, bring him back.

...

Year by year.

God knows how much hardship Su Liancheng has endured, and how much he has suffered.

When the righteous energy was exhausted, he returned to the sky, rested for two days, and after recovery, he entered the sky again.

He searched for a tribe by tribe, and investigated a barbarian city and a barbarian city.

He never smiled again.

Until, he finally found the younger brother who made him think about his dreams.

It was only when they met that the younger brother, whom he thought was being tortured, actually drank two barbarians in his arms.

That's not his younger brother, that's the inverse of the human race, the Barbarian King Tuli!

...

"Brother, I was forced!"

"Brother, you are also a great scholar? Well, the two of us will be able to escape back together!"

"Brother, I have a lot of barbarian news here. After I go back, I can still make contributions."

"Brother, no one knows about what I did to the Barbarian King of Tuli, and I have solved everyone who knows!"

"Brother, why don't you leave?"

Su Liancheng smiled.

He was unsuccessful half his life and worked hard to support his younger brother.

He, a year into the Great Confucianism, does not know the life and death of his siblings.

Thousands of miles to find a family road, but it is a dead end.

Ten years of dream people, it is better to see each other than not to see each other.

That night, under the barbaric plains, the blue light shone through the night.

Su Liancheng's heart burst into flames, burning through half of his body. He broke down and stood up, killed relatives with righteousness, was promoted to the second-rank Confucian scholar, and beheaded Su Lianchi, the anti-species of the tribe.

A gust of wind blew through the phantom of the family and the world, and it blew up several layers of wooden boards.

On the ruined tribe, Su Liancheng burst into tears.

"Father, mother, the family is gone."

"I don't have a brother anymore."

...

Half a year later, a half-faced Confucian came to Taiping City.

Majestic and stern, unsmiling.

Only when Zhang Yuanshou drank tea occasionally, he commented: "Liancheng is bitter..."

...

Taiping City.

"Death!" Su Liancheng shouted loudly, and the shabby wooden house phantom smashed down at the second-rank Dabarian King. The Dabarian King had no fear, his body was full of blood, and he punched the phantom of the wooden house, almost blinking his eyes. It seemed that ten thousand punches were thrown in between, and even the space began to crack. But the phantom of the wooden house just shook for a moment, and instantly covered the second-rank Dabarian King.

"Dear!" Su Liancheng wrote in the air, and suddenly a chain shot out from the wooden house. One end of the chain locked the second-rank Dabarian King, and the other end flew towards Su Lian City, instantly inserting into Su Lian City's heart.

"Benevolence!" All the great Confucians present recognized this move and looked at Su Liancheng. At this time, other barbarian kings rushed to help the great barbarian king, but they were desperately stopped by other great scholars.

The barbarian king in the wooden house roared angrily, and the entire wooden house seemed to be beaten by a huge amount of qi and blood, and it would fall down at any time.

"Righteousness!" Su Liancheng wrote again, and a volume of "Zuo Zhuan" phantom unfolded behind Su Liancheng.

"The relatives are far and near, and the righteousness is the size!"

"Leaving the family for the world is righteousness!"

"Da Yi, kill relatives!"

In an instant, a giant blade flew out from the phantom of Zuozhuan, and slashed heavily on the wooden house. The phantom of the wooden house collapsed instantly, and the second-rank Dabarian King was slashed from the head by a knife. Almost at the same time, the chain burned inch by inch and quickly spread to the heart of Su Liancheng. The other half of Su Liancheng's face was burned by a cyan flame, and the giant blade turned into countless small blades and shot into the heart of Su Liancheng. .

Confucianism, ritual and Taoism taboo supernatural powers and righteousness to kill relatives.

Every time you use it, you will lose half of your lifespan, and you will be punished by the fire of the heart, and the heart will be tortured like a knife.

This is the second time.

The second-rank barbarian king looked at his body in disbelief.

As soon as it came up, it was a trick to return together. Are the human races all lunatics?

His skills are not yet...

The thought can only go here, the second-rank Dabarian King was divided into two halves and fell to the ground.

"Hahahahaha...Happy!" Su Liancheng suddenly burst into laughter. He was half flamed and half charred~www.wuxiamtl.com~ As he spoke, a dagger appeared in Su Liancheng's hand and suddenly inserted into the burning heart , his body swelled rapidly.

Su Liancheng saw another second-rank barbarian king at a glance, and suddenly rushed over. The Great Barbarian King was shocked and turned to run, but Su Liancheng caught up with a flash and hugged him from behind.

"You deserve to die, Su, no more suffering!" Su Liancheng shouted, and it exploded with a bang.

In the Taiping City battle, the great Confucian scholar Su Liancheng killed two great barbarian kings in a row.

fall.

...

The Confucian scholars of Jiazi did not see any worries, but the great Confucians were worried about their younger brothers.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to find relatives, ten years of life and death.

The hut is full of blood and blood, and the savage account turns against brothers and sisters.

The righteousness cut off the family lock, and the bitter tears flowed freely.