Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

After lunch, Lang Kua Kua guided him all the way, and took Chen Luo out of the Three Main City to Siting Mountain. On the way, Chen Luo crushed the jade slip that summoned the third senior brother, but there was no response for the time being.

Along the way, Chen Luo also saw a lot of Confucian scholars dressed as humans or monsters. It was indeed very lively, but when he came to the foot of the mountain, he saw a Confucian scholar running down the mountain with another Confucian scholar on his back. Shouting: "Whoever has a mind pill, please give me one! Whoever has a mind pill, please give me one!"

Mindfulness Pill, a low-level medicinal pill, has the effect of calming the mind. If a Confucian student takes one pill when his thoughts are mixed, he can clear his mind.

"Little friend, your friend has a concussion of the mind. I'm afraid it's useless to use the pill of reassurance. Only the pill can be effective!" A demon scribe with goat horns on his head said while pinching his goatee.

Gu Shendan, a master-level medicine pill, at least one piece costs 50,000 to 60,000 taels of silver.

As soon as these words came out, the Confucian scholar on his back looked panicked; "Whoever has a solid magic pill, please lend me one. I can make a letter and I will give it back."

It is a pity that there are not many Confucian scholars in the nearby human race. Those who can travel thousands of miles to the Southern Wilderness to participate in the Jingze Poetry Festival are mostly for rewards, and a few people will carry such precious medicinal pills on them, and the demon clan will not shoot even more. , the scene cooled down for a while.

"I...I..." Seeing this, the Confucian scholar took out a bamboo pen from his arms, "Master Jingwen Bao, which contains the three battle poems of the Master Jing, can increase the power by 30% when writing those three battle poems. I In exchange for a solid pill."

As soon as this statement came out, there were discussions around, and one of the weasel demons said grimly: "Master's writing tools dare to say Wenbao, who doesn't know that writing tools have a limit on the number of times they can be used. Who knows that your pen can still be used. How long will it take?"

"I... I can write this at least nine times!" The scholar retorted.

The weasel demon laughed lightly and said nothing.

Chen Luo frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and flicked Jinguagua, who was sitting on his shoulder to watch the fun, Jinguagua muttered, "Huh (I don't have such a bad medicine pill! But the small package behind him loosened. A snow-white medicinal pill flew out.

Jinguagua stuck out her tongue, rolled the medicinal pill, ate the snow icing on it instantly, and then threw it to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo walked up to the scholar and handed the medicine pill to the scholar: "Here, it's important to save people!"

The Confucian scholar took the medicine pill and quickly sensed it, his expression changed.

It is true that Jinguagua gives Gushendan, but all the ingredients of its Gushendan are top-notch, so the medicinal effect is surging. But this was not the time to be polite, so the scholar hurriedly stuffed the medicinal pill into his companion's mouth. Seeing that his companion's face quickly turned rosy, he breathed a sigh of relief and offered the bamboo pen in his hand.

"My dear friend, I know that this pen is not worth the value of the pill. I also ask my dear friend to leave a name. I will collect enough money and spiritual things in the future, and I will return your kindness."

Chen Luo was not polite, accepted the bamboo pen, turned around and threw it to Gingagua. Jinguagua rolled her eyes: "Cuck! (Rewarded!

Chen Luo smiled and handed the bamboo pen to the Confucian scholar: "You are eager to save your friends, which is commendable. This is the reward of Frog Lord."

The Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, and was about to decline when he heard Chen Luo ask: "What's going on? Can you write a poem and write a ghost?"

When the Confucian scholar heard this question, he was immediately angry, and worried about the suffering of his benefactor, he quickly said, "My dear fellow, do you want to go to the Four Pavilions? I advise you to change it for another day."

"What's wrong?"

The Confucian scholar said: "There are several crow spirits in the pavilion, and they have been criticizing the poems maliciously. Before, I made a lot of nonsense to insult the human race. My classmates just couldn't understand it, so I wrote the second sentence, and they said it was like this."

Ginga Gua curled her lips: "Quack? Quack! (Can you be so angry after being criticized? Your mind is too fragile.

The Confucian scholar wanted to refute, but saw that it was Engong who said it. He didn't know how to respond for a while. Fortunately, at this time, Lang Kuakua felt that Chen Luo was a good person, and he couldn't bear to let Chen Luo suffer, and quickly explained: "Young Master, you I don't know, those crow spirits said the most unpleasant words, but their innate supernatural powers are attacked with a soul, as long as you are shaken a little, your soul will be hurt!"

"Otherwise, let's come back another day. Let's find a good place for you, and find a few more banshees to serve you, to ensure that you are comfortable..."

Chen Luo hadn't spoken yet, when suddenly a sour voice came: "Yes, let's go quickly, any human culture is garbage."

Chen Luo looked around and saw three black monsters with wings and crow heads standing above the first pavilion, looking at him provocatively.

"Boy of the human race, do you have the courage to break into the Four Pavilions?" said a crow spirit, but his eyes were fixed on the pumpkin on Chen Luo's shoulder.

As soon as the three crow demons spoke, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone.

Chen Luo looked at the three crows and said, "Who are you?"

The leading crow monster said: "We are the Wuan clan, and the next Wu is the most angry. This one is Wu An Qiang, this one is Wu An Ji."

Chen Luo slowly walked towards the first pavilion: "The three of you want to comment on my poems?"

Wu An said with the most laugh: "Isn't writing poetry meant for people to see and criticize? Otherwise, why should people know about it?"

Wu Anqiang fluttered his wings and nodded: "Yes, dare you?"

Wu Anji raised his neck as well: "Or if you say, Human Culture is rubbish, and the three of us will not comment on your poems, how about it?"

Hearing the words of the three crow spirits, the human race students present were very angry. They all knew that the three crow spirits blamed the young man for saving people and stole their limelight, but how could it be so easy to write poetry? This is a random proposition, and there are bound to be various flaws. As long as one flaw is caught by the crow spirit If you don't feel stable, you may get hurt.

After all, it was in the territory of the demon clan, and it was difficult to persuade at one time, and it was not easy to help.

"If only Chen Wuhou was here." A human student sighed softly, and the others nodded slightly when they heard the words.

At this time, Chen Luo had already walked to the first pavilion, and the little monster who was in charge of the management in front of the first pavilion had an expression of being out of the way, and asked, "Do you want to enter the pavilion?"

The human children in the pavilion shook their heads slightly at Chen Luo, but most of the demons had the look of watching a play on their faces.

"Crush!"

Chen Luo replied casually, the little demon in the demon pavilion clapped his hands, and suddenly a blue light flashed on the stone slab in the pavilion, and a poem appeared.

This is Chen Luo's topic this time.

"I will be Ling Jueding, and I will see all the mountains and small mountains."

"Climbing poetry!" Some ethnic students breathed a sigh of relief. Relatively speaking, mountaineering poetry is relatively easy to do.

Chen Luo pinched his chin and suddenly remembered a question.

The teacher specially reminded him to hide his identity. Wouldn't it attract attention if he wrote a poem temporarily, if he wrote a good sentence through the ages?

The best one is the one that is just right, one that can break through the four pavilions without causing too much commotion.

This is to control points!

Just when Chen Luo was thinking about which poem to write, the three crow spirits had already fallen behind Chen Luo, and said with a smile, "Is it impossible to write?"

"If you can't write it, just give up. It will save our eyes."

"Looking at your appearance, I know you can't hold back."

Chen Luo glanced at the three crow spirits behind him with disgust, and suddenly said, "Three, dare to make a bet?"

"What bet?" Wu An asked most vigilantly.

"If I succeed in breaking through the four pavilions, how about you each drop a rank?"

The three crow spirits are all sixth-rank spirit-seeking realm, and they are downgraded by one rank, that is, from the sixth-rank to the seventh-rank, from the spiritual realm directly back to the blood realm.

The three crow spirits hesitated for a while, and Wu An angrily asked, "Then what are you gambling with?"

"Guagua!" Chen Luo shouted, Jinguagua yawned, and three pills flew out from the small backpack behind him, exuding a mighty demonic power.

"Three blood red pills can increase the probability of hitting the fifth-grade realm."

The eyes of the three crow spirits were immediately straight. They were hired to attack the people who entered the pavilion here. There were only three blood-enhancing demon pills a day, so naturally they couldn't compare with the red blood pills. However, Wu An hesitated the most, and still said, "You can write a sentence first and then talk about it."

It wanted to see Chen Luo's background.

Chen Luo didn't care about the other party's idea of ​​taking advantage, he directly picked up the pen and wrote on the pillar of the pavilion: "One up, one up, one up",

This time, the audience was quiet for a moment, and then there was another burst of laughter.

"Hahahaha, that's all, this is poetry?" Wu An said with a smile, pointing to the word.

"Laughing to death, I'm still going up and down! Where are you going! Hahahahaha!" Wu Anqiang said with a smile.

Wu Anji even rolled on the ground, kicking with both claws: "I bet, I bet, I bet with you!"

At this time, the human race present all sighed slightly, and the demon race showed contemptuous smiles.

Chen Luo ignored them and walked directly to the second pavilion. The three crow spirits naturally followed, and many curious people also went there.

Gu Chen Luo came to the second pavilion, and without any nonsense, he picked up his pen and wrote the second sentence: "Go up to the mountain."

As soon as the second sentence came out, there was another uproar.

It seems that this kid really doesn't know how to write poetry.

Wu An said with the most laugh: "It's still you who is amazing, we don't know how to judge this rubbish."

"How can I comment? I can only say that the writing is not bad, hahahaha."

"The human race is in decline! Writing poetry is no brainer."

The three crow spirits smiled and leaned back and forth, and even the human race frowned slightly, feeling the heat on their faces, but Chen Luo didn't care, and looked at the three crow spirits again: "There are still two pavilions, the three think I can break through? "

Wu Anzui said: "If you can break through, I will become dumb!"

Wu Anqiang said, "If you can break through, I will break my wings!"

Wu said angrily, "If you can break through, I will be killed by this pavilion!"

Chen Luo nodded slightly: "If I can't get through, the frog spirit and the treasured backpack behind him are all yours."

Pumpkin Gua was taken aback: (?Д?)

Did you eat melon on yourself?

Gingagua hurriedly hugged Chen Luo's thigh: "Brother, don't make trouble. I can also write the first two sentences of yours, like two hundred poems a day.

The three crow spirits glanced at Jin Gugua, and suddenly their faces became serious, and said in unison, "A word is settled!"

Chen Luo smiled, greeted either gloating or helpless eyes, and cupped his hands: "Please be a witness."

After speaking, Chen Luo walked towards the third pavilion above.

At this time, the bet between Chen Luo and the three crow spirits had been spread, and everyone's eyes fell on the third pavilion.

Chen Luo walked to the third booth, picked up the brush, and before he could write, Crow was the first to smile: "I know what he will write next."

Crow Qiang said quickly, "What?"

"Let me go up the mountain!" Crowji said, and after speaking, the three crows laughed.

The corners of Chen Luo's mouth raised slightly, and he wrote—

"Raise your head, the red sun and white clouds are low"!

All the voices paused.

A human race master nodded: "What a majestic spirit, raising your head is a red sun, even Baiyun is too low, not a single high, but every word is written high."

Another demon Confucian also echoed: "Yes, look back at the first two sentences, one up, one up, one up, one up the mountain, clearly describing the process of mountain climbing in the most straightforward words."

"Climbing, crawling, walking, walking, thinking about it now, it's better to write a word, as if a steep mountain is right in front of you."

"It's just that the aura has reached its peak, so let's see how the last sentence ends."

Listening to everyone's discussion, the three crow spirits were also anxious.

"What red sun, what white cloud, where is it, where is it?"

"I don't have any literary talent at all. I can't stand it when I pile up words."

"Seven characters, I can't understand what you're talking about. The sun will be red and the clouds will be white. You want to write about mountains. Where is the mountain?"

At this moment, Jin Gua Gua put a heart in her stomach, and hummed softly, "Cuck! (Hurry up, they're in a hurry!

Chen Luo ignored the three crow spirits and walked directly to the fourth pavilion on the top of the mountain, and more and more people came to watch the fun.

The mountain was not high, and after walking for a quarter of an hour, Chen Luo came to the last pavilion. At this time, the three crows were the most nervous.

Chen Luo still picked up the brush steadily and wrote the last sentence on the pillar of the fourth pavilion——

"The Demon Land of Kyushu is all at a glance!"

In an instant, the fourth pavilion shone brightly, and the first three sentences appeared on the corridor where the last sentence was written—

One up, one up, one up,

Go up to the top of the mountain.

Raise your head, the red sun and white clouds are low,

The demon land of Kyushu is all at a glance!

Immediately afterwards, the blue light flashed on the four lines of the poem, and the blue light climbed along the pillars to the top of the pavilion, and the gems on the top of the pavilion immediately flashed with dazzling brilliance.

"Break through!" The Confucian scholar, who had been pinching the sweat for Engong, suddenly shouted.

"Reversal!" The master of the human race was also excited. "The beginning was a plain poem, but the last two lines were sharp peaks, making the whole poem a new look. This is a reversal!"

The three crow spirits turned pale with fright at the moment. While the crowd cheered, they were about to slowly fade away when they heard Chen Luo shout, "Where are the three going?"

Wu Nao turned his head the most, and said viciously, "Boy, we admit it. But don't take it too far. Our patriarch is a general under a great country master. You are so angry! How dare you deal with us?"

"It's only right and proper to pay off debts!" ​​Chen Luo said lightly. He was disgusted for so long and wanted to run away?

The three rank five little demons thought of themselves a little too much.

Chen Luo's thoughts moved, and in an instant his shadow was connected to the three crow spirits, and a figure flew out of the shadow, which was Cui Shanque.

Cui Shanque slammed the palm of his hand across Wu An's throat, and Wu An's throat shattered, and a seal landed on his mouth. Immediately after, Cui Shanque turned around, grabbed Wu Anqiang's wings, twisted it back, and heard two "clicks", Wu Anqiang let out a miserable cry, and fell to the ground, both wings seemed to fall off. General.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Anji fluttered his wings and fled, but Cui Shanque had already appeared in front of him, grabbed Wu Anji's neck, and threw it at the fourth pavilion column.

The huge force made Wu Anji unable to resist at all, only hearing a "bang", Wu Anji's head hit the pillar of the fourth pavilion reinforced by the magic circle, and the blood splashed like a burst watermelon in an instant.

The three crow spirits were killed in an instant almost instantly. Everyone only saw one figure, and then they couldn't see anything clearly.

"Everyone, be a witness, they just lost the bet, and I don't ask for any more interest." Chen Luo bowed his hands to everyone again.

is not that right? To become dumb, to break both wings, and to crash to death on the pavilion, these are all the three crow spirits said themselves.

At this moment, a crane chirp suddenly came from the sky, and a crane flew towards the direction of the fourth pavilion.

Wu Anqiang, who fell to the ground and broke his wings, spit out blood and smiled and said, "Hahaha, boy, you have to die. The one who came is the chief steward next to the great country lord, he is the best friend of my patriarch~www.wuxiamtl .com~ must have come to kill you, hahahahaha…”

At this time, all the clans in the pavilion clenched their fists and slowly moved towards Chen Luo, while the demon clan all had the attitude of watching a play.

Chen Luo walked up to Wu Anqiang and said, "If it's against me, why didn't your patriarch come in person?"

Wu Anqiang was stunned for a moment. At this moment, the crane landed in front of the fourth pavilion and instantly turned into a little old man in a palace robe. Wu Anji immediately shouted: "Master He, help! I am the eighth-generation great-grandson of Wu Anhei, I am so miserable!"

"Noisy!" Then Mr. He waved his hand, and a crane feather flew out, and directly closed Wu Anqiang's mouth, then he bowed his body, walked quickly to Chen Luo in small steps, paid homage, and shouted: "The slave sent greetings to the little ancestor..."

When Wu Anji and Wu An Zui saw this scene, their qi and blood immediately surged, their eyes darkened, and they fainted without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Chen Luo frowned: "Little ancestor? Me?"

The crane demon quickly nodded, knelt on the ground and couldn't get up, and said, "Yes, my little ancestor, the servants are late to welcome him. The little ancestor will come with me to the palace, the big country lord is anxiously waiting."

Chen Luo was stunned: Could it be that the great country lord is the third senior brother?

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