Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Ilisha Khan, it's over."

Mordan stepped out of the traveling luxury tent and looked at the sky. The brilliance of the barbarian sun in the sky has dimmed, and the outline of the barbarian moon is quietly visible.

"Emperor, what happened?" The high priest, who had roughly sorted out his clothes, followed and walked out of the tent, winking like silk.

"The eight great Khans are connected to each other, and this emperor senses that the tower bone has destroyed Ilisa's Great Khan!" Mordan sighed softly, "But two Mosi hours have passed, and there is no such thing as The day of a new deity has risen."

"Tower bone, failed!"

"Self-destruction!" The sense of spring on the high priest's face receded in an instant. She closed her eyes for a moment and opened them, "Man Tian has begun to withdraw the power of luck that fell on Ilisha Khan."

"Man Tian..." Mordan looked up at the sky and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, but his face was a little lonely.

Humans often laugh at barbarians for being chaotic and rebellious, but in fact all tribes in barbarian days have corresponding regulations. Hou Bu, Wang Bu, Khan Ministry, including the highest-level Tian Bu, Barbarian Heaven will drop the corresponding Barbarian Weather according to the regulations.

With such luck, powerful warriors, wise sacrificers, and indispensable resources for the development of barbarians can be nurtured.

But luck is limited. For example, no matter how it changes, there are only eight Khans under the savage world.

Therefore, even if some tribes are barbaric gods, if there is no shortage of Khan tribes, they still cannot be promoted. And there is only one way for the Khan Department to have a shortage, and that is to destroy the big gang of the Khan Department.

The big scorpion is the credential that Mantian approves the tribe.

But precisely because of this, the sects of each Khan are carefully protected, and the location and method of hiding are the absolute secrets of the major Khans, and they may even be linked to the lives of one or more people. In this case, it would be more convenient to slaughter the entire Khanate if you want to destroy the Great Sect.

What's more, the Eight Great Khans are connected by Qi, and under the auspices of the Golden Horde City, there is an agreement with the Eight Divisions. That is to say, there can be disputes between the Khans, but it is not allowed to target the Daqing, otherwise they will be attacked together.

As for the challenge of the king's upward, that is the survival rule of the barbarians, but in the past thousand years, only one king's team has successfully challenged the Khan's team, robbed the other party's luck, and was promoted to the barbarian team.

Therefore, in Mantian, only when the tribe is almost extinct will there be a situation of self-destruction, so as to win a chance for the tribe to fight for their lives. And even if the tribes that have lost the Great Rag are not extinct, the savage heaven will no longer care for them. At this time, the title of Khan's Department will disappear, and only by breaking it into pieces and becoming scattered tribes, large and small, can it be possible to regain the savage luck.

This is also the origin of so many small tribes on the grasslands.

Mordan knew of Tower Bone's plans. The tower bone wanted to borrow the instant power of the conferred gods to condense the big gang again with the godhead. In fact, many seniors have done this.

Only, the tower bone failed!

Mordan narrowed his eyes slightly, he remembered the day when Ta Gu personally found him and wanted to participate in the Battle of Winter.

"Mordan, we are all Khans! But have you ever seen Khans without a savage god?"

"Human Lin Huang's northern expedition destroyed three of the eight great Khan clans, and the human race Wudi went north again, killing the remaining three savage gods, including you and me."

"Why do you stay in the southern region and fight against the human race every year? Is it really because Emperor Lin was driven by him during his northern expedition?"

"I don't know how many tribes who took refuge in Emperor Lin back then! It's just that there is no savage **** to speak for you!"

"I'm going to take a gamble with the tower bone. Conferred God! Are you willing to help me?"

"I would like to become blood brothers with you. If this happens, the light of my divine sun will also shine on Mordan."

...

"What happened?" As the high priest of Mordan, who arranged the isolation seal together with the high priest of Eliza, looked puzzled, "Although the Bone Emperor only brought 50,000 barbarians, he was the elite of the Khan tribe. There are more than 100 barbarian kings. Coupled with the strength of the Bone Emperor and the self-destruction power of the reborn Daquan, there is no reason to win Taiping City!"

Mordan shook his head: he didn't know either.

In fact, he knew more. He knew the existence of the Holy Spirit in Taiping City, the summoning of the elephants in Taiping, and the track of the twin gods prepared by the tower bones.

Infallible, but in vain.

Mordan felt sadness in his heart.

A Khan tribe, for the sake of a human race, was folded in a battle at the level of the Battle of Winter.

Even if the tower bone can come back alive, it will not be able to keep the huge Ilisha Khan.

When the news spread, Ilisha Khan's tribe would become the fattest corpse on the steppe, attracting countless vultures.

Mordan knows that among the most powerful vultures, there are their Mordan Khans.

He admired the tower bone, and sincerely became a brother with the tower bone.

But in the wild, in front of interests, emotions are not worth mentioning.

"The white wind blowing from the endless ice field has stopped, but the wind under the wild sky has just started!"

Mordan sighed softly: "Go on and rush back as quickly as possible."

"The most delicious meat should enter the stomach of my Mordan!"

"Yes!"

...

The setting sun is like blood, but not as red as the earth.

The battle for Taiping is over.

The residents of the city walked out of the ruined city gates and began to clean the battlefield.

They didn't look at the corpses of the barbarians, which were the spoils of the comrades who came to help.

They clawed through the soil and searched inch by inch.

They are looking for the broken meat and broken bones that can still be left after Taiping.

The people of Taiping College can't quietly die in the heaven and earth like this. Their last wish was to be cast into the Confucian bone temple, and then protect the descendants.

The predecessors scattered their souls to save me, and I am the heroic soul to protect the descendants.

His Japanese war was agitated, and he entered the battlefield again.

"Here, it must be here!" Wang Xuance dug desperately, and behind him was a long gully. Suddenly, Wang Xuance's movements stopped, and the tears that he had managed to suppress suddenly poured out of his eyes.

He carefully pulled his discovery out of the dirt, a piece of brown antler with blood on it.

"Senior Lu..." Wang Xuance burst into tears.

Logically, he should have died too. At the end, it was Lu Nianfeng who rescued him from the battle.

Wang Xuance took off his clothes that he did not hurry, carefully wrapped the antlers, and rushed towards the Confucianism Hall in the city.

...

When Chen Luo passed the Confucian Bone Hall, he heard the sound of the piano.

Walking into the Confucian Bone Hall, the two sat opposite each other, one played the piano, and the other closed his eyes and listened.

The sound of the piano is deep, but the tune that pops up is magnificent and vast, as if the human race is full of rivers and mountains. The melodious tune spreads in the Confucian bone hall. Chen Luo sat cross-legged and listened quietly.

Finally, the last plucked string, a tear fell on the string, turned into a drop of water and scattered, and the sound of the piano trembled slightly, like a warning. The piano player pressed the strings with both hands and looked at the old man listening to the piano in front of him.

The old man smiled, but he had been dead for a long time.

"Lay, my condolences!" Chen Luo said softly.

The person who played the qin was Wu Yihang, the master Hanqin layman of Baizhantang, who came to Taiping City from Wanren Mountain, and the old man in front of him was the one who said "return with a soul", using his own soul as a guide to call out thousands of heroic souls Wu Tianjia, the great Confucian Confucian in the Confucianism Hall, who woke up and entered the war.

In front of Wu Tianjia, there are still four blood poems left.

The arrogance is still too empty, and the heart will shine through the ages.

In this life, he did not serve the country, but was kept as a loyal soul supplement.

"I was originally a fugitive slave of the barbarians!" Wu Yihang said softly, "I got the teacher's teaching, like a teacher like a father."

"After the teacher became a great Confucian, he has never stepped out of the Confucianism Hall in his life. He loves listening to the sound of my qin, saying that my qin sound can illuminate the mountains and rivers."

"The mountains and rivers are safe, and the heroic soul rests in peace. He will feel at ease."

Chen Luo listened quietly.

When Wu Yihang arrived at Taiping City, the war had come to an end. The great Confucian descended from the sky and directly killed a barbarian king with his guqin.

"Senior Wuli has broken the seal formation, and Wanrenshan will come soon." Chen Luo replied.

Wu Yihang nodded: "Wuhou, next I want to transform my country and the world, please help me to tell the military minister. Wu Yihang, back to Taiping City."

"I will guard this Confucianism Temple."

Saying that, he looked down at the guqin in his hand and shook his head slightly.

"The teacher has passed away, and the mountains and rivers in the piano, who will see it again?

"This piano, stop playing!"

Saying that, the strings of the violin were broken and the body of the violin broke. He slowly got up and walked towards Wu Tianjia. Every time he took a step forward, Wu Tianjia's figure became illusory. When Wu Yihang was standing in front of Wu Tianjia, Chen Luo seemed to see Wu Tianjia slowly getting up and gave Wu Yihang a salute, then slowly He rose up and merged into the Confucian Bone Hall.

Wu Yihang returned a salute to the void, sat in the same position where Wu Tianjia disappeared, and slowly closed his eyes.

Chen Luo stood up, bowed deeply to Wu Yihang, who had already settled down, and turned to leave.

Not long after Chen Luo left, Wang Xuance walked into the Hall of Confucianism.

Wang Xuance first saw Wu Yihang, who had entered the Ding, and was silent for a moment. He respectfully saluted, and then walked to the big cauldron in the center of the Confucian Bone Hall, took out the antlers in his hand, and slowly put it into the big cauldron.

He looked around the Hall of Confucianism and said softly, "Head of Zhang Yuan, Wu Daru, Su Daru, Pingping, An'an, gentlemen and classmates, Taiping City, are still here!"

"Get a good night's sleep."

"Taiping City students who are studying abroad will come back, and Taiping City will not collapse."

"Forgive me, Wang Xuance, for not staying, I'm going to leave the sky today and enter the barbarian sky."

"wait me back."

"People, or souls!"

...

In Taiping City.

The Dongcang warriors, who can be seen everywhere in groups of three and five, avoided the mourning residents of Taiping City, trying hard not to show their inner excitement, but talking to each other very seriously.

"Brother Li, how's the harvest?"

"Yes, I got more than fifty drops of stubborn blood. Brother Huang, how about you?"

"Hey, I followed behind to pick up the leaks, and took a small bottle of the blood of a barbarian. How can this blood-raising illusion be beaten!"

"Don't be shy. You can exchange the blood essence with Shaluo or hand it over to Lunjian Pavilion, which is more than the blood essence in my hands."

"Not worth mentioning, have you heard? Adamo, Ren Ji, Su Qianqian, Song Wuji, and Qin Yu, who has recently emerged, joined forces and killed a handsome man!"

"Hey, I heard. We don't understand the world of genius! But it is estimated that many people will be promoted to the blood level at this time, and it will be even more difficult to fight the sword pavilion!"

"Yeah... Hurry up and digest the harvest."

"Mmmmm, yes!"

...

Gingagua looked at the crowd in front of him, frowning slightly.

"Huh... (what thank you?

"Huh... (Do you look down on Uncle Ben? Don't!

"Huh! (Those medicinal pills are given to you!

A warrior squeezed out and said with a smile: "Master Gu, you can't do this. We warriors, we will repay our kindness."

"You saved us by donating pills on the battlefield. We have gained, and naturally we will give you half of it!"

"If you don't accept it, we won't have a good idea, and we'll go crazy. Everyone said, isn't it?"

The crowd shouted, "Yes!"

"Take it, take it!" Everyone said, placing the prepared thank-you gifts in front of Gingagua, turned around and ran.

Jinguagua frowned at the dense harvest and sighed.

"Huh. (This uncle just wants to spend some money!

"Huh? (Why are the people I rescued so lucky and gained so much?

"Huh... (This money, the more I spend...

...

At the same time, a familiar figure was listening to the narration of the two great scholars.

"What? The heroes of the long river of Romance come out together, the military is established, and the four books appear in the world!"

"What? Jaiji manifests, even if he is far away, he will be executed!"

"What? Three hundred righteous men will die, and eight thousand scholars will open peace?"

"What? Shattering the big scorpion, calling the holy soul, there is an elephant in Taiping!"

"What? The track of the two gods? Lord Hou's luck is like a waterfall?"

"What? The barbarian **** is dying and fleeing with blood?"

The figure was trembling all over, and the writing brush in his hand was broken.

"What did the old man miss!"

"Youyou heaven~www.wuxiamtl.com~ What's worse than me!"

Looking at the sad and angry old man in front of him, the fat Confucian hurriedly comforted: "Aiya, Mr. Sima, you are irritable..."

"You calm down!"

"Aren't we the same as you said?"

Sima Lie waited for the two fat and thin Confucians in front of him: "Hmph, can it be the same?"

"You don't understand!"

Sima Lie thought about it.

"Would you like to make up for a post-war incident?"

"Write Yu Jinguanzhi again?"

"As for how future generations understand what my view is, whether it is the whole process or only after the war, it is a matter of opinion."

"Well... this method is feasible."