Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

There is little rain in the north, but Dongcangcheng is different.

Adjacent to the ten thousand expanses of blue waves, a gust of wind blew from the sea, and I don't know how much moisture it carried. Whenever the winter passes, the endless ice fields in the barbarian world are no longer howling, and the barbaric wind from the north is blocked by the lofty mountains of Dayeling, and it has no power.

At this time, the wind of the East China Sea found a way forward, crossed the hundreds of miles that were less than a leap, and embraced Dongcang City. Warm and gentle, like a mother's open arms to welcome the child returning from the battlefield.

It turned into a style, gently rubbing away the tense nerves in Dongcang City; it turned into rain, and gently washed away the blood that was condensed.

The light rain is as moist as crispy, and the color of the grass can be seen from a distance.

Some madmen drink in the rain, and some sing in the wind.

The bright oil-paper umbrellas are opened one after another, as if flowers are blooming, splendidly brightening the broad avenues and beautifying the quiet alleys.

At this moment, the city is full of flowers.

This is not Jiangnan, this is Dongcang.

spring is coming.

……

Mastiff Lingling held an umbrella and followed step by step with this famous former respected guest and the young man of the current owner, trying her best to cover all the thin raindrops with her umbrella.

One year's bad luck, Mastiff Lingling naturally knows it. But I didn't expect it to be so serious. But in just one day, the little ancestor in front of him who could call the wind and call the rain in his eyes was suffering from five hardships and seven injuries, and he was choking even when he took a breath. It is natural and easy for the demonic energy to shelter from the rain, but what if the demonic energy collides?

Ignoring the cautiousness beside him, Chen Luo was in a good mood at this time, humming a little song in his mouth. "Eighteen Touches" is something that one would never dare to sing. How could a handsome twenty-year-old boy speak in such a tone? Thinking about it, only the vicissitudes of the uncle Lang Feixian who sees "I have a story and wine" at a glance can make people taste a little refined in the vulgarity of the market. People say that the vulgar is the elegant, but it is so.

Walking on the streets of Dongcang, everyone who came and went also saw the Lord of the City. But no one came up to worship, most of them bowed silently, and then they did what they had to do.

Mr. Hou, the more times I've seen it, the less sense of awe. He usually hangs in the crowd drinking and listening to books, and when he is happy, it is not uncommon for him to give a reward to the storyteller. Some people even call him the shame of being a literati in front of him. The appearance of owe makes one's teeth itch with hatred.

Chen Luo's trip is to meet Daoist Shang. Since he has accepted the other party's suggestion and accepted the favor, he always wants to thank him in person. Although it is only a few hundred meters, it is enough sincerity to say that it is a risky meeting to myself.

Besides, he was about to leave the city, and Chen Luo also wanted to take a good walk around Dongcang.

……

"Daoist Chen has decided?" Daoist Shangshan was a little surprised by Chen Luo's arrival, but he soon knew Chen Luo's intention, and quickly welcomed him into the house. Had a cup of tea. Mastiff Lingling stood by Chen Luo's side, always vigilant for accidents.

"Before there were Lao Daojun and the seniors of Dao Gong who pointed out a way for me." Chen Luo nodded, "It has been agreed with senior brother and senior sister that he is about to leave the city. I came here to meet Daojun, one is to express my thanks, and the other is to say goodbye. "

Daojun Shangshan nodded and said, "You're welcome." Then, he took out a porcelain vase from his sleeve and placed it on the table beside Chen Luo.

"I originally planned to give this thing to the Taoist when I left. Since the Taoist also wants to leave, then let's do it now."

"What is this?" Chen Luo naturally took the porcelain bottle and began to look at it, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

Shangshan Daojun smiled and said: "This is a gift prepared by the Taoist Palace for Chen Daozhu to agree to integrate into the Daomen Avenue. However, in the previous deduction with the Taoist senior, the senior expected that the Taoist would travel far, so he passed down the decree to let the poor Taoist. Give this gift."

"As for what it is, Master Chen will know when he opens it."

Chen Luo was slightly taken aback, took the bottle, took off the cork, and poured the bottle out, and three beans appeared.

Red beans, mung beans, soybeans.

"This is?"

"Sprinkle beans to make soldiers?" Mastiff Lingling said suddenly.

"Exactly." Shangshan Tool nodded: "This is the fairy bean seed carefully cultivated by my Taoist sect, and it is the marshal of the bean soldier. The Taoist can try to recognize the Lord with the soul."

When Chen Luo heard the words, he immediately mobilized a ray of divine soul to land on the three beans. The beans seemed to have been refined by someone, and Chen Luo could only tap the stamp. Immediately, a brand was left on the three beans.

Immediately, the three beans flickered slightly, and turned into three gases, one red, one green, and one yellow, and flew out, landing in front of Chen Luo, turning into three figures.

As soon as the three figures appeared, they knelt down on one knee towards Chen Luo, and said in unison, "Hong Doudou (Mung Dou Dou, Soy Dou Dou) has seen the master!"

Chen Luo looked closely, and saw that Hong Doudou was wearing red armor and had a strong body; Mung Dou Dou, a green dress and a green skirt, turned out to be in the form of a beautiful woman; Huang Dou Dou looked only eleven or twelve years old, with hanging eyebrows and drooping eyes. Yan, how to see how it is a hapless child.

"Master Hou, these three are all Daojun cultivation bases." Mastiff Lingling's pupils shrank, he sensed the energy in the other party's body, and he couldn't help but feel a drum in his heart. This gate can mass-produce "nine thousand miles" of Taoist soldiers?

Daojun Shangshan's expression was as usual, and he pointed at the three bean marshals and introduced: "Red Doudou, the Daojun talisman is engraved all over his body, and a talisman is an attack."

"Mung bean bean, the Qi of medicinal herbs is cultivated, and one breath is a poison."

"Soy Doudou, mastering the Four-Nine Formation Technique, you can trap, kill, and defend."

"Marshal Bean Soldier, each one is equivalent to a seventh-rank Taoist. The Taoist Palace has cultivated a total of nine, and these three were given to Chen Taoist."

Chen Luo hurriedly got up and thanked him, then looked at the three marshals Dou again: "There will be three of you in the future."

The three bean marshals returned the salute, and then turned into three beans again. Chen Luo then carefully put the three beans into the porcelain vase and placed them properly.

Thank you, I said goodbye, and I even accepted the farewell gift. Chen Luo didn't want to stay any longer, so he saluted again, and left the residence of Daojun Shangshan with Lingling Mastiff.

"Master Hou, why did you leave in such a hurry?" Mastiff Lingling followed Chen Luo out, wondering, shouldn't it be reasonable to say a few more words?

That dao incense hasn't been lit for long.

Chen Luo coughed twice and said softly, "I suddenly remembered that the Taoist Palace has prepared a gift for me, will the church not have it?"

"Hurry up and say goodbye to Mr. Tireless, there may be a windfall."

……

The above words are of course a joke, but if there is a gift in the church, Chen Luo will naturally be disrespectful, but unfortunately, there is no gift, but Mr. Tireless sent a message.

"Tenth on the blood list?" Chen Luo frowned slightly, "What is that?"

"It's the assassination list set by the barbarian Golden Horde, and each rank has a corresponding reward." Mr. Tireless, still looking haggard, explained earnestly, "The tenth reward is enough to make a royal tribe excited. ."

Speaking of this, Mr. Tireless thought for a while, then decided to start from the beginning, and said slowly: "The ancestors of the barbarians have four levels: Heaven, Khan, King, and Hou."

"Among them, there are a total of four divisions, and it has been difficult for all ages. They are the Barbarian God Palace and the Barbarian Temple, and the two Sun and Moon Divisions, known as the masters of the barbarians. The two Sun and Moon Divisions are in charge of the Golden Horde City and control the great city of Barbarians. The core of the formation, no matter how the situation in the barbarians changes, is the supreme ruler of the barbarians."

"However, many years ago, the barbarians had a battle between the sun and the moon, and the Moon tribe was squeezed out of the Golden Horde City. At present, it has received a false name from the Tian tribe. Perhaps even the stronger Khan tribe can't match."

"Under the sky are the Eight Great Khans, and this winter battle was triggered by the Khans."

"The royal tribe is a tribe with a population of no less than 10 million. Not to mention the royal tribe, in fact, compared with the Khan tribe, some powerful royal tribes may be only one line in strength. The huge number of royal tribes is the true background of the barbarians. ."

"Houbu is a group with a population of more than 100,000, which is qualified to compete for the qualification of entering a barbarian city. Those tribes who are not in the stream are often directly attached to the Houbu."

Having said this, Mr. Tireless paused: "So, the tenth on the blood list is very dangerous."

Chen Luo didn't have any taboos and asked directly, "Why are you only in the top ten?"

Is it because I'm not standing high enough?

Mr. Tireless choked. After many years, he heard that someone disliked his low ranking on the blood list, so he had to continue to explain: "The Golden Horde is ranked based on the potential harm to the barbarian city. Those who can enter the top ten, Basically, they are all great Confucians, and they are great Confucians who have great hope of becoming sanctified.”

"For example, your big brother, Lang Feixian, is ranked fifth on the blood list."

"You are only six thousand miles away. Since the blood list was established, there are only two people who can enter the blood list with six thousand miles!"

"Li Qinglian, Su Poxian!"

Only then did Chen Luo dissipate his doubts and asked, "Who is the number one on the blood list at the moment?"

"Han Bingxiang!"

"What about the second?"

"King Xinbei!"

"What about the third?"

Mr. Tireless looked at Chen Luo: "The blood list is not some deep secret~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Daoist Chen can ask Zhen Xuansi for a copy."

Chen Luo smiled awkwardly and cupped his hands: "I was curious for a while, but I couldn't hold it back, I took the liberty."

"It's okay."

"But there is something I don't understand, please ask Mr. Tireless to explain." Chen Luo seemed to have thought of something, and asked again.

Mr. Tireless nodded: "Please speak."

"The barbarians are very different from me, and the human race is strictly guarding against the barbarians. What's the point of this blood list they made? It can't be assassinated!"

"Mr. Chen Daoist must not have such an idea." Mr. Tireless shook his head slightly, "There are always some people from the human race, or they take the benefits of the barbarians, or they are angry that the human race is unfair to themselves, and some reading books read the wrong reason, and feel the sky more and more. Eyeless savage has a righteous way, and is willing to be a monster with a human skin and a savage heart. These are the forces that the savage can drive."

"And then there are the barbarian girls among the barbarians. Those with pure blood can practice the technique of 'closing the eyes'. Closing the barbarian eyes behind the back or the head makes the facial features easier. In addition to being infertile with the human race, they are also able to mix with their eyes and hide in the dark. among the human race."

"Anyway, when you meet a beautiful woman, be careful." Finally, Mr. Tireless said solemnly.

Chen Luo straightened his body and returned the salute: "I remember Mr. Luo's teaching. Don't worry, Mr. Luo, Luo is not that kind of person!"

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