Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Xu Laoqi tightened his belt and walked out from Fuxiang Xiaoyuan. He helped his old mare drive away the Huoyang colt that had harassed her all night. Hot noodle soup, go to Yamen to order Mao.

Da-da-da, da-da-da...

Speaking of which, since Wuhou Dongcangbu educated the world and made people in the world write three thousand li martial arts books, there are all kinds of strange stories happening every day in the wake-up teahouses all over the world. The martial arts of this class are all tricks in the market, and they are easy to master.

It's just that the boutiques like Wuhou can't be found.

"Bah, what did I hear yesterday?" Xu Laoqi walked into the wake-up restaurant and saw a middle-aged man in his 40s and 50s whispering to his companions, "Everything is killing the whole family, what else did he realize? 'Break out the son and destroy the grandson sword'! The mind is not right!"

"Er Master Hu, calm down your anger!" The middle-aged man's companion advised, "Didn't Wuhou say it? We need to give the martial arts classics time to grow."

"Besides, wasn't there a new book published last month that started with a divorce, and promised to fight against the divorced woman after three years? Especially the protagonist was accompanied by a Taoist spirit who was proficient in alchemy, and the blood boiled and the wind was full of enthusiasm. The review is not bad! It is said that it was written by a little Taoist priest of the fire line, and he vowed to use this book to create a fire line martial arts. Isn't this a sign of the prosperity of the martial arts!"

"Not bad!" said another companion, "East Cang City and King Jing's Mansion have both funded a large number of Xing Zao Tea Houses. I heard that as long as a new book is selected, there will be 1,500 taels of authors every month for the first three months. With the salary of silver, if there are 500 tea customers who are willing to continue listening in the future, a guaranteed remuneration of 1,000 taels per month will be given! With such support, it is only a matter of time before the martial arts classics will be published again!"

Hu Erye sighed: "I know!"

"But I just want to hear Wuhou's new work..."

"It's okay to chase more!"

As soon as these words came out, Xu Laoqi obviously heard a sigh coming from all around him, and he also sighed in his heart.

Since the end of "Tianlong Ba Bu" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", I have rarely heard news of Wuhou writing books.

The last time I published an article "Washing the Purple River Car", it allowed the warriors to taste the benefits of condensing the seven souls, but the problem is—

Then, who to send?

Finished it in a few clicks.

Short and weak!

Not to mention the seven souls in the body, one soul is still a phantom, so inscrutable, for fear that it will be blown away in one breath.

Dare to do a long story?

Just when Xu Laoqi was slandering, a crisp gong sounded suddenly in the teahouse when he woke up.

"Ring the gong to speak?" Everyone was shocked.

There is a rule in the tea house in the morning. Usually, when the storyteller is about to take the stage, someone will knock a chime to remind everyone to calm down and the storytelling will begin.

But if the gong rings, then there are only two possibilities. One is that the storyteller is at least a master, and he has the ability to teach and teach, so everyone is required to be quiet; the other is that the book to be talked about today is not ordinary!

"Is it the Master who told the story?" Some people wondered. After storytellers can gain merit, many masters also started storytelling, but it is extremely rare to be scattered in countless teahouses all over the world.

"No!" Xu Laoqi's ears were sharp, and at almost the same time, all the surrounding teahouses rang a gong.

Then, the second gong sounded!

At this time, everyone found something wrong, and also found surprises in each other's eyes.

The second gong sounded, it was about to start the new book of Wuhou!

The third gong sounded again!

Three gongs, it's Wuhou's novel!

"Hahahahaha... Wuhou has published a novel again!" Hu Erye smiled up to the sky, "I know that Wuhou still pays attention to people!"

"Three gongs! This is a new novel!" Everyone else was surprised.

You must know that Wuhou is now 6,000 miles away, so the book he wrote at this time is likely to be 6,000 miles long!

Seven souls are promising!

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, a white-bearded master slowly walked up to the desk, with an inch-long Xingmu in his hand facing a row on the table, majestic.

It was quiet for a moment.

Not only the teahouse in the morning, but just outside the teahouse, three gongs rang throughout the capital, pedestrians lowered their footsteps, and the shouting stopped abruptly. Countless warriors performed light work and ran towards the nearest wake-up restaurant.

"The immortals are mortals, born from the mortal world to the mortal world. It is necessary to know that good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the Eight Immortals will awaken the world!"

"Today's book, the first episode of "The Legend of the Eight Immortals Obtaining the Dao": Borrowing Immortal Longdan to help filial sons, and greedy and evil officials to ask for divine beads!"

Having said that, the master told the story of this time gently, and for a time everyone was immersed in the admiration for the filial son's broad-mindedness and the hatred of corrupt officials.

At the end of the first story, the dutiful son swallowed the dragon ball given by the immortal in order to protect it, but he turned into a giant dragon instead. At this moment...

"Crack!" Xingmu fell.

"If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next breakdown!"

Everyone was stunned!

That's it?

Is this the end?

Become a dragon, and then what?

Everyone raised their heads, and the Master had already gone where he had gone!

Xu Laoqi couldn't control the strength in his hands and shattered the wine glass.

"How did I hear it!"

"Why don't you wait a few days to listen to it!"

"I'm so happy when this long story comes out!"

"Shame of the literati!"

All of a sudden, the entire teahouse wailed.

...

"Today is a good day, everything in my mind can be accomplished..."

Chen Luo was humming a cheerful song, and he was in a happy mood. Without him, the seven-day backlash of Qishangquan had passed, and the true meaning of Qishang was forming in his body.

After being a disabled person for seven days, I can finally stand up and be a human being, can you... ka...

He stood up too hard and twisted his waist.

Jinguagua jumped on Chen Luo's head: "Huh? (Unlucky again?

"Quack! (Haha!

Chen Luo was too lazy to pay attention to Gingagua, and when he walked to the door, he saw Mastiff Lingling directing people to load things on the carriage. The carriage was casted with spells and had its own space effect. Although Chen Luo and others all had storage orders on them, Mastiff Lingling still bought some items, so they all threw them on the carriage.

"Master Hou, you're here..." Mastiff Lingling saw Chen Luo and hurriedly stepped forward to salute. Chen Luo nodded and asked, "Where is my sixth senior sister?"

"Madam is going to bid farewell to Princess Pingyang."

Chen Luo just remembered that he was comprehending the true meaning of Qishang before, so Sister Six left on her own. But Yun Siyao's farewell was enough, so he didn't need to make another trip.

Lifting the curtain of the car, he saw that Lang Feixian was already sleeping soundly in the carriage. He seemed to have heard a movement. He glanced at Chen Luo and said sleepily, "Have dinner?"

"I haven't set off yet, Senior Brother, let's go to sleep!" Lang Feixian yawned and nodded, "Call me after dinner." He turned to his side and went back to sleep.

Chen Luo's heart warmed, Yun Siyao told Chen Luo, because Lang Feixian merged poetic swordsmanship with martial arts, and shared a part of the heavenly pressure of nine thousand miles, and his soul was exhausted, so he needed to sleep and rest.

"Master Hou..." A sudden shout came, Chen Luo turned to his side, and saw Yang Qianli galloping fast, he restrained the horse's reins when he was dozens of paces away from Chen Luo, jumped off the horse, and trotted to Chen Luo. in front of Luo.

"Master Hou, are you leaving the city today?"

Chen Luo nodded, and according to Daojun Shangshan's instructions, one city and one catastrophe can be resolved with humanistic energy. If you stay in one place for a long time, calamity will come, and difficulties will be difficult, I am afraid that there will be great danger.

By now, Chen Luo probably understood Dao Gong's instructions. In fact, the so-called calamity is the total outbreak of bad luck. If there are more calamities, the bad luck will be thin. However, calamities are all aimed at human life, so you need to use the transport of human beings scattered all over the place to bless yourself.

Hungry ghosts block the road, which is a serious disaster. Now that every misfortune turns into auspiciousness, and the catastrophe is cut away, it is time to go to the next place where the disaster is auspicious.

"Master Yang!" Chen Luo smiled, "I'm leaving, I didn't want to disturb you."

"Since you're here, I have something to tell you!"

Yang Qianli quickly became awe-inspiring, cupped his hands and said, "Please give your orders."

"After I leave, this yard will be open!" Chen Luo said, "It is for the entertainment of those nobles, only for rent but not for sale. Leya City is an important business town, and there are many rich and powerful people, and they must be entertained. I will stay in it. I took a few handwritten paintings and calligraphy, and I think they are also somewhat attractive."

Yang Qianli was startled and frowned slightly: "Isn't this selling the reputation of the Marquis? My subordinates... I don't understand!"

Chen Luo said with a smile: "Empty and empty. The money collected will be used to relieve the poor in Leya City."

"Anyway, it can save three to five hundred people a year."

"I don't want to go back to Leya City next time, and there is a little beggar who stops a car to beg for food!"

Yang Qianli's heart was shocked, and then looking at Chen Luo, who was smiling, Zheng nodded, took a step back, and bowed to Chen Luo: "This subordinate must do a good job in this matter, please rest assured."

"Well, I don't worry about your work." Chen Luo nodded and said casually, "Okay, no more talk, let's go!"

Yang Qianli bowed again: "My subordinates congratulate you on sending off Lord Hou~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Lord Hou take care of you all the way!"

The breeze picked up, like a hand pulling Liren's footsteps, obviously unable to stop it, but trying to keep Liren for a while longer.

The wind has a heart, people have feelings, and sadness and sadness pass through the past and the present.

It's time for parting.

After a while, Mastiff Lingling looked embarrassed and said, "Master Hou, Madam has explained, we are not allowed to leave if she doesn't come back."

"To avoid another assassination!"

Chen Luo looked at Yang Qianli, who was still bowing to see him off, and coughed dryly: "What... Mr. Yang, you get up first... How about we have a cup of tea first?"

...

Just when Chen Luo was about to leave Leya City, Xia Qingchuan of Yellow Crane Academy, who had left early after Rouyuan, was covered in blood, hugging the neck of a spell Huang He, and flew towards Leya City with a panicked expression!

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