Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

The latest website: Chen Luo stood in the same place, but his soul floated into Mingming and fell on the martial arts.

On the colorful avenue that spreads for 6,000 miles, suddenly the green lotus blossoms bloom, the green lotus rotates, and strands of sword energy are exhaled, forming the phantom of the long swords on the green lotus.

Immediately, the phantom of the long sword issued a clanging sword cry, and the sound of chanting poems came out from the sword cry, as if sword songs were singing everywhere.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns..."

"All of them are in a state of prosperity, and they want to fly to the sky and embrace the bright moon..."

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day, and soars up to 90,000 miles..."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone..."

"The sages and sages in ancient times were all lonely, only the drinkers kept their names..."

"It should be the gods who were madly drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces..."

"Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward here..."

...

One poem after another accompanied by the Qingli sword sound resounded through Qingming, and the green lotus slowly fell into the colorful avenue, and finally merged together.

The Martial Dao Dao suddenly shook. At the end of the six thousand li, Chen Luokai had not walked out of the nine thousand li. Suddenly, there was a burst of sword qi, and the sword qi spread into the void, as if forming a nine thousand li. The sword in the long rope.

"Senior Brother..." Chen Luo's heart moved.

Since ancient times, it has naturally been a short road and a long road, such as those three thousand miles, six thousand miles, and finally integrated into the Confucian sect Dao Tongtian Road.

Just like the saying "I wish to attach the tail of Ji, and travel thousands of miles away", you can't go that far, but you can follow those Qi Ji and let it travel thousands of miles with you.

But this time, Lang Feixian did the opposite, taking the initiative to separate the Tao of Poetry and Sword from Confucianism and integrate it into martial arts.

Li Qinglian's poetic kendo has already crossed 9,000 miles and set foot on the long bridge of seeking cables, but what about martial arts?

Six thousand miles!

Rather than saying that Lang Feixian is using martial arts to re-create the poetic kendo, it is better to say that Lang Feixian has pulled out a long rope on Chen Luo's future road for Chen Luo to control and share a part of the pressure of heaven for Chen Luo. .

Taking 10,000 steps back, if Chen Luo's martial arts would stop at 6,000 miles, then those in the martial arts could choose to switch to poetic kendo, which would also be able to reach a height of 9,000 miles.

Of course, because Lang Feixian gave up on Confucianism and Taoism, and at the same time gave up on his own way, but focused on martial arts, so if Chen Luo was not canonized, the poetic swordsmanship would never be ten thousand miles away!

It is both a gamble and a care!

If the bet is won, the senior brother will be able to touch the light of the junior brother, and at the same time as the martial arts is thousands of miles, he can also practise the sword thousands of miles.

If he loses the bet, he will share the pressure of 9,000 miles for the junior and junior brothers, the martial arts will blossom, and the sword will be guarded.

In addition, for martial arts, there will be another change.

That is, because the poetic kendo feeds back into the martial arts, the kendo in the martial arts is more powerful than other paths. The power is one point higher than other martial arts.

...

There are all kinds of fusion, but for a moment, when Chen Luo opened his eyes again, the sound of the sword in his ears just fell.

Lang Fei's clothes were flying, and he said with a smile: "Little Junior Brother, remember."

"Poetic swordsmanship, not sticking to famous long poems, but a sigh of relief in the chest!"

"What is poetry! What you think in your heart and what you say in your mouth is poetry!"

"The literati have the poetic taste of the literati, and the common man has the poetic taste of the common man!"

"Using love as a sword is the essence of poetic kendo!"

Lang Feixian's hand formed a sword finger, and a poetic lingering on the finger turned into a long sword in an instant.

This is intent, not anger!

Poetic long sword.

Lang Feixian raised his hand and swiped down towards the hungry ghost a few steps away.

Suddenly, Chen Luo felt that the space was slashed by Lang Feixian's finger. You couldn't see the sword, but you could feel the sword everywhere, the sound of the sword, and the shadows of the sword, but the sword was nowhere to be seen!

The sword of love is nowhere to be found, and the sword pierces the heart.

The little ghost from the Hungry Ghost Road also sensed the danger, and suddenly stopped, opened his mouth and shouted towards the front. The huge sound waves rushed like a giant wave.

Hungry Ghost's ghost whistling didn't play any role. In an instant, the little ghost was stabbed out of sword marks, as if it was continuously pierced by countless long swords. One after another, the invisible swords did not let the kid fall to the ground at all.

Lang Feixian didn't stop, he crossed Soy Doudou, passed Mung Doudou, passed Red Doudou, and finally was only three steps away from the kid who was beaten to the ground. Sword Intent emanated from Lang Feixian, and the nearest Red Doudou felt a huge force blowing towards him, and was instantly flung back several feet by the Sword Intent Qi machine. Wrapped up, he was also flown backwards, and didn't stop until he landed on Soy Doudou.

Chen Luo's eyes widened at this time. He seemed to see countless flying swords hanging upside down like a waterfall, sweeping around Lang Feixian and flying towards the sky. These are not real swords, but the sword intent in Lang Feixian's heart.

I saw Chen Luo raised his hand, pointed at the little devil, and said softly: "One sword falls nine days."

In an instant, the Jianhe formed by the Heavenly Sword Intent turned its head in the air, like a waterfall in the air, crashed down, and smashed all of them on the little ghost. The kid fell to the ground with a bang, and then the sword did not stop, still falling.

"Huh..." Lang Feixian let out a sigh of relief, turned around, and walked back to the car step by step.

"Little junior brother, senior brother, can you still see this poetic swordsmanship?" Lang Feixian smiled brightly, "When I first entered the third rank, the power is a little worse!"

Chen Luo swallowed and said solemnly, "Senior brother is mighty!"

"Hahahaha!" Lang Feixian finally raised his head and laughed, leaning against the frame of the car, Chen Luo asked in a low voice, "Are you dead?"

"It's clear."

"This is one of the six paths, is there anything else?"

"I have melted the Dao, and the Dao of Heaven has sensed it. The sound of the sword just now was the sound of the Dao, and the enchantment can't be closed! Even if there is still, I don't dare to come out again..."

As soon as Lang Feixian's voice fell, there was a sudden thunder in the sky. Chen Luo raised his head, and two beams of light, one black and one white, fell from the sky. The space in the sky was like glass, with black and white beams as the core, and cracks appeared, and finally shattered. Cracked, revealing a running face.

"Xiao Yao'er is here." Lang Feixian said, and then got into the car, lay on the ground, and fell asleep.

Chen Luo's eyes flashed, Yun Siyao stood in front of Chen Luo nervously, and asked, "Little Junior Brother, is there anything wrong?"

"Eldest brother, has he merged?"

"Who started it?"

Facing Yun Siyao's series of questions, Chen Luo quickly answered them one by one. At this time, many figures flew across the sky and landed in front of Chen Luo's car.

...

Ye Shuyi immediately received the news of Chen Luo's attack, and he was relieved after learning that there was no serious problem.

"Hungry Ghost Road?" Ye Shuyi frowned, "Have you found out the origin of that little beggar?"

Lu Changle nodded: "It's the refugees who were coerced from Yuanzhou in the northern border, but there is no clue if you look further down."

"Prepare an apology, and I will personally apologize to Senior Brother Chen."

"Yes." Lu Changle thought for a while, and said, "Master Mastiff, Wuhou's housekeeper, seems to have been chasing for Wuhou's treasures of Great Confucianism. It doesn't matter how useful it is, as long as it is conceived by Great Confucianism."

"Why don't you look for it in the city lord's treasury and do what you like?"

Ye Shuyi nodded when she heard the words: "Master Lu is just fine."

Lu Changle was overjoyed: "The old man must be ready!"

...

After the assassination, the banquet will naturally not be able to go.

Out of the six paths, no one can tell if there are still five paths. Yun Siyao directly asked Lang Feixian to move into Chen Luo's bedroom, sharing a room for two to prevent him from being in danger again. Of course, she herself moved next door.

"It's not Buddhism!" Yun Siyao's face was serious, "I just checked the body of the hungry ghost, there is no new Buddhist nourishment, but there is a trace of righteousness and holy power!"

Lang Feixian was stunned: "Is it someone in the Confucian sect who wants to harm the younger brother?"

"Fang family?"

Yun Si Yao thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's unlikely!"

"Most of the Fang family's previous conspiracy tricks were caused by the half-sacred palm family who had been intoxicated for a hundred years. Although the real Fang family is selfish and sour, they still care about their face. After all, 'li' is the holy way. Besides, the second senior sister and the town king have been staring at the Fang family, so it is unlikely that the Fang family can make this arrangement."

"Who would that be?" Lang Feixian hesitated, "His in-law families? Or other wealthy families?"

"It's hard to say!" Yun Siyao frowned, "Maybe it's hiding evil intentions, maybe it's framed and blamed, or maybe it's Buddhism's own tricks!"

"But in the end, we have to figure out, only a thousand days of being a thief, how can there be a thousand days to prevent a thief. This matter has to be investigated." Yun Siyao's tone had a hint of anger. After all, she was negligent for a while before, and she did not go with Chen Luo under the pretext of refining the blood lotus, which gave the Hungry Ghost Dao an opportunity to start.

"Any clues?" Chen Luo asked.

Yun Siyao stretched out his hand, and a wisp of very pale blue energy hovered in his hand: "This is a trace of righteousness I drew from the corpse of the Hungry Ghost Dao, Senior Brother, please feel it, which saint is it?"

Lang Feixian stretched out his hand, clicked on the blue air, closed his eyes slightly, and opened his eyes after a while: "Sage of Dongjun!"

The sages of Dongjun, Cui Hao, and Cui Taojian, once participated in the war between Confucianism and Buddhism, and defeated the six masters alone! The world is honored as the Duke of Dongjun, also known as the sage of Dongjun.

Saint Fall has been 3,600 years.

Lang Feixian nodded slightly: "It seems that ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ In the first battle, the sage of Dongjun was dragged by a stick of incense, and there may be hidden feelings in it."

"The Six Dao Masters trained by the six first-rank Reincarnation Bodhisattva sacrifices, the Semi-Saints' hearts are also normal." Yun Siyao said, "What's more, a family as big as the Cui family always wants to leave something for future generations!"

"No matter what, the Hungry Ghost Dao is inseparable from the Cui Shi..."

Yun Siyao and Lang Feixian had solemn expressions on their faces.

Chen Luo listened to the conversation between the two with a depressed look on his face.

"I didn't offend the Cui family!"

Is it really so unlucky?

Forget it, everything is up to the senior brothers and sisters. Mastiff Lingling has just brought back a few pieces of Confucianism, so he should write the book first.

But speaking of it, Hungry Ghost Dao and Judge Cui seem to be a combination!

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