Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

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Outside the soft garden, it was calm.

Qihua took the initiative to give her arms to her. Although she had never seen it before, wasn't that Wuhou who had never been here before?

"normal".

Now the only question for everyone is: Will there be a poem of the first grade next?

If so, can Wen Yun be further improved?

"I'm afraid it won't work..." Although he was full of gratitude to Chen Luo at this time, Lu Changle still sighed softly, "The Rou Garden was built by the Emperor Nailin for Princess Roufu, and the flower quality is determined from the root. The upper limit is 1st grade. If the poem is really 1st grade, the rhyme will at most be of higher quality.”

"That's right!" The Caotang Confucian twitched his beard and said, "All items of the holy grade need the Dao Sheng Yun. The Emperor Lin has not been canonized, and the Wuhou has only opened the road for 6,000 miles. At most, this flower is a grade one. !"

The great Confucian of the Shihao family also nodded and said, "The gap between the holy rank and the first rank is much larger than the gap between the first rank and the ninth rank combined. How can it be that simple? It is only one rank at most!"

The Great Confucian of the Yellow Crane Academy coughed dryly: "Everyone, listen, are you speaking human words?"

"Just one product?"

"The first grade is the Wenhua of the sky! What more do you want?"

"By letting you enter the garden, you can guarantee to write a rank one... No, can you guarantee to write a poem of a rank three or above?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was stunned.

That's right, when did the third grade spend in the impression worthless?

Ye Shuyi looked at Chen Luo who was in a daze in the picture, and said with some taste: "It's not because he looks too relaxed..."

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At this time, Chen Luo came back to his senses, and there was still a flower field three hundred miles away in front of him, but there was no bird statue.

It was the phantom of the bird flying around the flower that made Chen Luo frown slightly.

"The sound of birds and flowers? Fake shadows of birds and birds? Stone statues of birds? What's the connection?"

"Big brother..." Wang Bugui saw that Chen Luo was in a trance, so he shouted aloud, Chen Luo recovered and shook his head slightly, "I'm fine!"

"Brother Wuhou, should we order the first child of this strange flower, or should we look elsewhere." Xia Qingchuan asked crisply. Although this little girl looks innocent, she is the leader of the Yellow Crane Academy after all. His mind was naturally clear, and he changed the subject in one sentence, not giving everyone a chance to ask why Chen Luo was in a trance.

"Just this one!" Chen Luo also realized something in his heart at this time. The flock of birds he saw in the strange turn seemed to be waiting for him to order flowers.

He suddenly had a premonition that strange flowers would continue to appear in this place, and let himself go down one by one.

When it comes, be safe.

Chen Luo raised his hand, and Ling Jueding, Liu Chenzhou, Xia Qingchuan, and Wang Bugui all took a few steps back in tacit understanding.

Chen Luo reached out and touched the first child of the strange flower, and the first child trembled, and another illusion fell——

In the illusion, the bright moon hangs high, the sea breeze is like a roar, and the waves are like mountains rising from the sky. There was an old man in the waves, holding a bamboo stick and stepping on a huge page, walking forward in the wind and waves. The old man's heart seemed to have been penetrated by someone, and a cloud of blue energy filled it, while the old man's face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't seem to care.

"Xiangshan crossing the sea!" Ling Jueding's expression changed, and he quickly bowed deeply to the old man in the illusion. Liu Chenzhou also put away his folding fan, Xia Qingchuan bowed, and Wang Bugui straightened his crown and bowed.

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"It's Xiangshan crossing the sea!" Outside the soft garden, there was a sudden exclamation, and then everyone bowed deeply. Even Yun Siyao, who had been sitting in the car, walked out of the car and bowed earnestly; Qinglian trembled, transforming into the human form of Lang Feixian, Lang Feixian put away the unruly look on his face, dignified, and walked Salute to the teacher.

The person from Xiangshan, Lu Zijing, is also known as Mr. Xiangshan.

The so-called "Xiangshan crossing the sea" means that when the barbaric sky entered the sky in the previous dynasty, Mr. Xiangshan realized that "heart is the law of nature", broke through the holy position, and used his own heart to merge with the heavenly way, and won a hundred breaths for the sky. He used the remaining holy power to kill two incoming barbarian gods, and then crossed the sea to hunt down a fleeing barbarian sacrifice.

Afterwards, some saints commented that it was Xiangshan Baixi, who saved the human race for hundreds of generations, so he was honored by the church as "the great Confucian of the century"!

"This is the question of Emperor Lin!" The Caotang Confucian said solemnly, "Being able to manifest Xiangshan and crossing the sea to do the question, it is impossible to do it without the spirit of Emperor Lin!"

"It's difficult!" The Confucian scholar of Shihao Family sighed, "This question is too heavy. Even if the poetic talent is high, I am afraid it is useless!"

"It's not just the wind and the snow, but it's also a cliché to praise the virtues."

"It turned out to be this question!" The Confucian scholar of Yellow Crane Academy shook his head and said, "I remember that this question was the first year of the scientific examination after Emperor Lin defeated the Barbarian Heaven! The question has been asked for three years, and no one can write it."

Ye Shuyi nodded: "The ancestors in the family once said about this, saying that even if it is half-holy, it is difficult to answer the question. If someone can match it, then there is a holy way in the heart, and the holy way is hopeful!"

"That's why this question is also called 'Xiangshan crosses the sea, students ask the holy'!"

Everyone looked at Chen Luo in the picture.

Can this Wuhou, who has repeatedly created miracles, bring surprises to them?

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"Xiangshan crosses the sea, the students ask the saint!" Chen Luo also received the information of this test question, and his face was strange.

This is to fight with the Fang family to death!

Chen Luo pondered a little and raised his hand.

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"Wuhou, be careful!" The people outside the soft garden were all nervously watching the scene in the soft garden. They thought that Chen Luo would have to think hard for at least an hour, which was already overestimated.

I didn't know it was overestimated or underestimated.

Just such a moment of effort, you are about to start?

We are in no hurry, we can afford it.

Think slowly!

"Be careful!" Everyone shouted in their hearts.

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Ling Jueding looked at Chen Luo without blinking, Liu Chenzhou clenched the paper fan in his hand tightly, Xia Qingchuan grabbed Wang Bugui's arm tightly and twisted it hard.

Wang Bugui's painful face was deformed, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Chen Luo, he just bit his other arm.

The students entering the kindergarten are also snorting and concentrating. As a Confucian student, who does not know the story and the meaning behind "Xiangshan crossing the sea"?

Could it be that today, they will have an extra talk that they can boast about in the future?

At this moment, the colorful energy in Chen Luo's hand shone, and he fell into the sky——

The danger is not stagnant in the chest,

What's wrong with floating clouds in space?

The night is quiet and the sea is 30,000 miles away,

The moonlight flying staff is under the sky wind.

After writing a poem, the twenty-eight Yawen characters floating in the air trembled slightly. At this time, the illusion reappeared. The blue energy in his chest was lingering, and Mr. Xiangshan, who was walking on the sea, suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed for a while. Turning his head, he seemed to penetrate time and space, looked at Chen Luo, and smiled lightly. Immediately, he raised the bamboo stick and moved slightly in the direction of Chen Luo.

When this rod was clicked, a blue light seemed to appear, and the illusion dissipated, but the blue light rushed out of the illusion, and circled around the colorful Yawen poem that was just written, as if a guide, put these two Eighteen words were drawn into the strange flower tire in turn.

The buds of the strange flowers suddenly bloomed, but they did not bloom like the previous strange flowers, but slowly spread out.

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"Several gentlemen, that poem by Wuhou just now..." A master walked to the front row of the Confucian scholar and bowed to ask.

At this time, several great Confucians also looked solemn and looked at each other. Finally, the Caotang Great Confucian took the lead and said, "Poems of the Holy Dao!"

"The danger is not lingering in the chest, how is it that the clouds pass through space." Caotang Da Ru said slowly, "I heard it at first, but after thinking about it carefully, the danger is not in my heart, and the clouds pass through space. The borderline."

"Exactly." Lu Changle nodded, "Wuhou once wrote, 'He is strong by him, the breeze blows the hills; he is horizontal by him, the bright moon illuminates the river.' The words are different, but the truth is the same. The huge waves are raging in the sky, and my heart will not move, but it will be like a cloud across the sky, leaving no trace."

"There are the last two sentences." The great scholar of the Shihao family said thoughtfully, "Obviously it is a stormy sea, but the third sentence says that the night is quiet and the sea is 30,000 miles away, where is the peace of mind? It's just a quiet mind. But Yueming's flying staff is like a trip to the sky. What a grand mind! It is worthy of being a great Confucian of the world who integrates the Tao of Heaven in his heart!"

"This poem, everything is based on one's own heart, but it is contrary to another holy way!" As soon as these words came out, everyone subconsciously looked at Tianxin Academy.

The Great Confucian of the Yellow Crane Academy looked solemn: "Don't say anything else, what grade can this poem prompt?"

With a word that awakened the poet, everyone immediately looked up at the scene in the soft garden.

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The flowers slowly unfolded, with colorful streamers on the petals, and in the eyes of everyone, an ordinary flower bloomed.

"Huh? No fragrance?" A student's expression changed and he asked in doubt.

"No birdsong!" Another student also said.

Xia Qingchuan glanced back and said softly, "Fool, feel it with your soul..."

Hearing Xia Qingchuan's reminder, the other students quickly calmed down and sensed their souls, and then their faces changed drastically!

"Dark fragrance!"

"It's the fragrance of the soul!"

"The best dark fragrance that only the soul can feel!"

The faces of all the students were overjoyed immediately, gentlemen love fragrance, and the top grade is "dark fragrance", which can nourish the soul. The soul is clear, and this ink fragrance is one of the dark fragrances.

"Thank you Wuhou!" The students saluted and meditated cross-legged one by one, absorbing the fragrance. It is no exaggeration to say that the benefits of absorbing enough fragrance have surpassed their harvest in Rouyuan.

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"Is it dark fragrance?"

Outside the soft garden, seeing the students meditating and breathing, naturally some people guessed the reason, and many of the academy's leading masters and even the great Confucian scholars were all happy.

The fragrance is too dark, the mind is clear and wise, and the cultivation of this group of students will usher in a period of rapid development in the future.

Great harvest!

Immediately, many people saluted the car where Yun Siyao was.

Seeing this, Ye Shuyi pouted, "Hmph, it's obviously my family's Rouyuan, Master Lu, just say something casually and let everyone pay attention to our existence."

Lu Changle thought silently in his heart: Can't hear, can't hear! The night is quiet and the sea is 30,000 miles away. If you can't hear it, you can't hear it.

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"Yipin?" Ling Jueding looked at the strange flower, there was a dark fragrance, where is the bird song?

At this moment, another colorful butterfly flew out of Chen Luo's body, which was no smaller than before, and crashed into the petals of the strange flower.

"Will it be upgraded?" Wang Bugui stared at the strange flower~www.wuxiamtl.com~Ling Jueding and others focused on the strange flower.

There is a dark fragrance, which is undoubtedly the first product, coupled with Chen Luo's literary rhyme, what changes will this strange flower have?

It is said that when Mr. He Jing wrote "Sparse shadows are slanted horizontally and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the moon and dusk", it attracted dark fragrance to attack people, and the flowers bloomed first. When a rhyme enters the flower, what kind of vision will it be!

At this time, the light above the strange flower flickered, and it seemed that something was about to be born, but suddenly a sudden change occurred, and a bunch of flames jumped from the petals! Then the whole flower was quickly wrapped in a flame!

"Huh?" Chen Luo was surprised, this is a rare flower that guarantees the first rank, do you want to burn it?

Chen Luo stretched out his hand to pick off the strange flower, but the flame suddenly expanded, covering the entire strange flower in an instant, the flame spread, and the flower field also burned out of thin air.

"Brother Chen, go back, this is no ordinary flame!" Ling Jueding's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted!

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