Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"If Marquis intends to leave the border, go to the South Wilderness, and enter the Sizhu, now is a good time." Seeing Chen Luo in a trance and wondering what he was thinking, Sang Luo spoke again.

Chen Luo regained his senses and chuckled lightly, "Could it be that there is some poetry meeting?"

"Master Hou is a genius." Sang Luo also smiled, "Winging Spring and Bereavement in Autumn has always been a prosperous world of poetry. Since Si Zhuguo has a prosperous literary style, he will not miss such elegance."

"Every year at the end of February and the beginning of March, it is the time of Wing Chun. Si Zhuguo builds a poetry platform and reviews articles." Speaking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help but smile again, "Speaking of which, if it weren't for you, Lord Hou, our human race In the past two years, they have been underestimated by them."

Um? I won't be tired if you talk about this.

A look of interest appeared on Chen Luo's face: "What does it have to do with me?"

Sang Luo pondered for a while and said, "In all fairness, the demon clan is also a creature of heaven and has great talents. Because the environment and customs of the demon clan are very different from those of the human clan, they also have their own poetry and style."

"The most famous of them is the word 'haiku'. This kind of word is deeply influenced by the non-metrical poems before the Great Xuan Dynasty, and it has gradually evolved. The biggest feature of it is the three sentences, which are short, subtle, and wonderful. In the blink of an eye."

"For example, in the previous dynasty, there was a writer from the demon clan, but it was a banana tree that became a demon. I once wrote a haiku—"

"Beside the quiet ancient pond, the frog entered the middle of the water and made a quiet noise."

Chen Luo nodded, this haiku was really interesting, especially the word "ring", which instantly brought the whole description to life.

Sang Luo went on to say: "Although there are haikus, the demons are also very fond of metrical poetry. It's just that since the last poetic prosperity of my human race came to an end, there have been few handed down masterpieces. There are even rumors among the demon race that the human race's style of writing has declined. It is a blank poem filled with rhetoric, there is no more prosperous poetry, it is just a moral article, and the Confucian Confucianism is far superior to the Human Confucianism.”

"In the past few years, there have been a lot of demons who came to Lai'an to ask for the poems to be matched. Where is Lin'an? Saint Lotte and Su Poxian both served as prefects here!"

When Chen Luo heard the words, his heart was also moved. He remembered the poetry meeting in Zhaixing Pavilion before he entered the Crystal Demon Realm. If he hadn't acted at that time, I'm afraid that Daxuan would really lose to that Qingqiu white fox.

By the way, what's the name of that demon fox? Forget it, the defeated generals, I don't remember. I remember it was the white fox or because the little demon left him an allusion of "white fox retreating thoughts".

"However, since Lord Hou was born, the spirit of the demon clan has been severely suppressed." Sang Luo said happily, "At first, those monster clan were not convinced and clamored to have a test with Lord Hou. But the handed down works behind Hou Ye are one after another, and now they dare not mention the matter of competing with Hou Ye."

Chen Luo waved his hand: "Oh, the poetry trail, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

Sang Luo said sternly: "The Lord Hou's words are not good. Every time Lord Hou writes a handed down poem, the world's culture is worth a point. In a short time, it seems that except for the war poems, other poems have no effect. But for a long time Look, the more literate there is in the world, the higher the awakening rate of reading talent, and the greater the chance of talent appearing in the ethnic group."

"Therefore, since Wang, Yang, Luluo and four outstanding talents created the great curtain of poetry, in the following hundreds of years, our human race's poetry is like a vast ocean, almost creating a prosperous era of poetry that the human race has never had before."

"This is the reason why the Yaoru also cares about poetry."

Chen Luo's face turned straight, and he cupped his hands: "I have been taught."

Sang Luo blushed, and hurriedly returned the salute: "I don't dare to do it, I don't dare to do it. But just as the little old man just said, if Lord Hou wants to enter Zehu, this Wing Chun Shi Lei is an excellent opportunity."

Speaking of which, Sang Luo let out a long sigh and finally sold Guan Zi here without a trace.

"After all, the place where Poetry Lei is held is just outside Jingze Lake!"

Chen Luo: (︶︿︶)=convex

When I am old, I still play the suspense routine of opening the box at the end, shameless!

"Mountain Master, the purpose of the Poetry Club may be to absorb Wenhua and suppress the demonic energy of Bodhi Land." At this time, the mountain guardian sent a spiritual thought to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo was taken aback, this Si Zhuguo knew about the existence of demonic energy?

This is something the Dapeng clan doesn't even know about.

There is indeed a problem with this division from country to country.

After chatting with Sang Luo for another half an hour, I got up to say goodbye. Sang Luo also euphemistically stated that she had finished talking about her stay in Lin'an, and she planned to leave for Hanzhou.

The implication is that Chen Luo's news will not be revealed. Chen Luo naturally thanked him a lot. In addition to some treasures, he even wrote an article "The Eight Immortals Obtaining the Dao" a few times before, which made Sang Luo almost He happily passed his breath and repeatedly expressed that he wanted to pass on this manuscript as his family heirloom, and then he left happily.

"Old Mastiff." Chen Luo called out, "Clean up, leave the city tomorrow and enter the Southern Wilderness!"

"By the way, I went to the bookstore to buy ten sets of "Red Dust Records". I have nothing to do on the road to read. That book is very well written."

……

The next day.

An unremarkable carriage swayed out of Lin'an City and drove all the way towards Zhennan Pass.

After running around all day, at sunset, I finally passed the Zhennan Pass of the human race.

As soon as you get out of the Xiongguan, you will be in the Southern Wilderness.

Chen Luo just felt a slight stagnation in his breath, as if the air was more dignified, but he quickly got used to it.

By convention, the Zhennan Pass is the so-called "land of rites", that is, neither the human race nor the demon race build a fort within a hundred miles. There is only one official road that extends over a hundred miles. Demon Realm.

Chen Luo lifted the curtain of the car and found that the official road was prosperous, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians and caravans. Among them, there were many students in Confucian shirts, and they must all be students who went to the Si Zhu Poetry Club. This Sang Luo also told Chen Luo that because of the generous rewards of Si Zhuguo, the children of the human race also flocked to it. After all, reading is still very expensive.

Gu relies on talent to make money, not shabby.

It must be said that the difference is that among these students, it is obvious that there are more demons and half-demons with the characteristics of the demon clan.

Closing the curtains, Chen Luo picked up the book in his hand. Not "Red Dust Records", but "Records of Si Zhuguo".

After chatting with Sang Luo yesterday, Chen Luo became interested in Si Zhuguo, and after specifically transforming Mastiff Lingling into shape, he took the Confucian brand of Wenchang Pavilion to the government and brought this dossier.

After all, Sang Luo is a civilian, and many information cannot be accessed, and some information still has to be subject to the official government.

As for Wenchang Pavilion's great Confucian brand, Chen Luo has a lot of them.

Ignoring the unimportant information, Chen Luo directly found the record of the lord of Si Zhuguo.

"Si Zhuguo has three kings, and after the confirmation of King Sinan of Zhenxuan, all three kings are pure-blooded saints."

"The lord of the country is in the shape of a crane, and his cultivation is between the second and first rank. According to investigation, it should be the orphan of the Qinglinghe clan who was exterminated 30 years ago."

"The Lord of the Second Kingdom is a lynx, and he has cultivated as a second-rank great sage. According to the investigation, Ben married the young master of the Jianhu line of the Tiger Clan, but he regretted the marriage later. Lord, this completely offends the Sword Tiger lineage."

"The Lord of the Three Kingdoms was originally from the Cangxiong line of the bear clan. He was born to return to the blood of his ancestors. When he was young, he was exchanged for blood by his fellow clan to dig out the marrow and abandoned it outside the Bear Valley. When he reappeared, he would kill the new one who had changed his bloodline as a third-rank great sage. Young Master Jin Cangxiong, quit the bear clan. Now the cultivation base is unknown."

Chen Luo licked his lips, thinking that he is a good guy.

Let's just say that this is where the entire protagonist's Buffs are full.

Look at it, the family orphan, the divorced young master, and the bone-digging child, with this configuration, you have to write three separate novels. In this atmosphere, it is difficult to end without unifying the demon clan!

What is the division of the country, it is small, and the layout is small.

but……

A thought popped into Chen Luo's mind: These things have nothing to do with my mysterious third senior brother.

Judging from the detailed map of Jingze Lake, the possibility is very high.

Senior brother said that the second senior sister said that the third senior brother was very beautiful. Could it be the great country lord Xianhe?

There is also the Lord of the Three Kingdoms, a little bear demon, with no blood marrow, how can he survive? And in the end, he could complete the counter-kill, and he wouldn't believe it if there were no experts behind him who killed him.

And those who have this ability—what if it is a human race semi-holy.

teacher!

Just when Chen Luo was thinking about it, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Chen Luo lifted the curtain of the car, but soon understood what was happening—

Someone robbed.

Someone was blocking the road and looting in the "Land of Benefit", where the human race and the demon race did not control each other.

A giant python almost thirty or forty feet long blocked the official road. On the giant python stood a cold-faced boy, holding a sign in his hand, and the sign read "Ten taels when crossing the road. Just make a snack."

The giant python swallowed the snake letter, exuding a huge demonic energy.

People who can honestly pass the official way are naturally rare people of the Confucian level. At this time, seeing that the big snake blocking the road is not expensive, so they queued up to pay.

"No one cares?" Chen Luo said casually, and the shopkeeper of a caravan seemed to laugh next to him, "It's the first time for my little brother to come to Nanhuang."

"This kind of thing is normal. Do you expect the Great Sage of the Monster Race to send out for 10 taels of silver?"

"Occasionally, it's just a few unlucky ones. If you don't open your eyes, you happen to meet them, otherwise there will be no problem. Alas, the demon clan is not as messy as our human clan~www.wuxiamtl.com~."

"Twelve alone, just be patient."

At this moment, a strange look appeared on Mastiff Lingling's face, and he said to Chen Luo: "Master Hou, that big snake is an illusion!"

At this moment, the boy who had been indifferent all the time suddenly turned his head and glanced at Chen Luo. Almost at the same time, Chen Luo frowned. He actually felt a crisis approaching. He looked into the boy's eyes. One pair of eyes is opposite to his own line of sight, but there are nine pairs. And the flowers, forests and birds in Chen Luo's soul became restless again.

"Magic?" When Chen Luo was in a daze, crystal saliva flowed from the corner of the cold-faced boy's mouth.

"Old Mastiff!" Chen Luo was about to instruct Mastiff Lingling to subdue the young man, but the young man seemed to be aware of it, glanced at Mastiff Lingling again, and patted the snake's head. The big snake raised its tongue and instantly swung the boy up. Then the big snake opened its mouth, and the boy fell directly into the snake's belly. Before everyone could exclaim, the big snake seemed to turn into a huge water vapor bubble. , exploded with a "bang" and dissipated in the eyes of everyone. The sign that said 12 taels of passing by fell to the ground.

All this happened almost instantaneously, Mastiff Lingling frowned: "What a brilliant talent to escape, I can't find any trace. Lord Hou, that kid is not easy."

Chen Luo nodded slightly. When he saw the young man disappearing, his lips moved a mouth shape with difficulty, as if he had said something to him. The sentence was—

So fragrant!

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