Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

In the capital city, the lanterns are beginning to come on.

The teahouses and restaurants are staggered, and the brothels are singing and dancing.

It's just that today's talk has some new content——

"Brother Wen, have you ever read the first episode of "Swordsman"?"

"Naturally. The murderer hasn't appeared yet, it's really scratching your head."

"It is said that many casinos have opened their bets, predicting which round will Wan Amber reveal the murderer, how many bets are you interested in?"

"There is such a handicap? Hurry up and hurry up!"

……

"Well, why didn't Mr. Chang come to play today?"

"Hey, don't mention it. Uncle Chang received an entrustment. It is said that he kidnapped Wan Anbo. The person who invested the money threatened to lock Wan Anbo in a small dark room, and kept writing "Swordsman" day and night, otherwise the whip would serve him ."

"It's so heartwarming... No, cruelty? What happened later?"

"Uncle Chang didn't do anything, he was taken down by the city patrol officer and thrown into the prison."

"It's really a pity... No, let people relieve their hatred!"

……

"Head of the hospital, I received a lot of petition letters today, requesting to continue selling "Da Xuan Min News" tomorrow!"

"All 40,000 copies are sold out! "Wenbao" doesn't sell so fast. Have you asked Wan Anbo for instructions?"

"Wan Amber is not in the Earl's Palace!"

"That won't work, the upsell needs to be approved by Wan Amber!"

"But today's first edition of the People's Daily has already been fired for 10 taels of silver! If we continue like this, we may have the reputation of being reluctant to sell!"

"That's enough, you ask Wang Qifeng to find Nan Yuanxi and Wan Anbo. I'll discuss with the head of the academy again!"

"Yes!"

……

in the palace.

"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner." Hou An came to Ye Heng with a plate of food in a soft voice, and Ye Heng with a tired face put down the memorial in his hand.

Hou An took advantage of the situation to arrange the meal, Ye Heng picked up the bamboo chopsticks, and while holding a piece of green vegetables, he asked, "Hou An, what is the rare thing in the capital today, tell me to relieve my boredom."

Hou An seemed to be prepared, he took out "Da Xuan Min Bao" from his arms and sent it to Ye Heng.

"Go back to Your Majesty, this is the rarest thing in the capital today."

"Daxuan Min Daily? What a big tone!" Ye Heng picked up the newspaper and glanced at the first few pages of the article, "Mr. The article has several insights, and it's a good breakdown of the court's policies... "

"Your Majesty, look back..." Hou An reminded with a slight smile.

"Oh? What's the mystery behind it?" Ye Heng turned two pages, his eyes narrowed: "Yawen?"

"Exactly. This newspaper was published by Wan Anbo, and this Yawen article was also written by him. Now it is a prosperous literary world in Zhongjing..."

A look of doubt flashed across Ye Heng's face: "Don't overstate it. Let me see, um, "Swordsman", what is this allusion?"

The bamboo chopsticks in Ye Heng's hand were slowly put down, and Hou An stood aside without making a sound. Only the sound of Ye Heng's emotionally fluctuating breathing sounded slightly in the imperial study...

……

Haoyue flies into the sky.

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, and strands of colorful red dust condensed in the palm of his hand.

It turns out that it is not that the reader needs to read the entire "Swordsman" to generate the red dust atmosphere, but that it can be generated only by reading it. It's just that the qi generated by reading only one chapter is too weak and difficult to detect.

But Chen Luo is different. Everyone who reads it will give him feedback. If the amount of weak energy is large, it can also produce considerable qualitative changes.

Just like now, the colorful red dust condensed into the size of an apple in Chen Luo's palm.

Chen Luo calmed down, reintroduced this mass of red dust into his body, and mobilized the colorful mist to rush towards an orifice in his body.

Cultivation in the red dust realm, the second layer - Qi nourishing realm.

According to the Tao of Wenxin, the Qi-nourishing state can be divided into the Great Perfection and the Lesser Perfection. There are seven hundred and twenty acupoints in the body of the human body, which are filled with red dust gas, thirty-six orifices are small, seventy-two are large, one hundred and eight can be advanced to the next level, three hundred and sixty-five The small orifices are perfect, the seven hundred and twenty orifices are the great perfection!

Just kidding, as the master of the fourth road to the sky, of course, I have to go to the Great Perfection.

There are only seven hundred and twenty orifices, I...

Chen Luo's expression suddenly froze, he felt that the apple-sized red dust gas just now was gone!

Is this the end?

I'm not ready, so you're done?

That orifice is not even one-tenth full!

If you use that mass of red dust to open the meridians, at least one-fifth of the meridians can be opened.

That orifice is not a core orifice! Obviously looks very satisfied.

This is going to be a hole in the sea of ​​qi and dantian, which is like a wolf like a tiger, but what should we do?

Qi-nourishing environment, is it so exhausting?

Chen Luo took a deep breath to calm his heart.

He roughly estimated that if he wanted to achieve the Great Perfection of the Seven Hundred and Twenty Apertures based on the mass of red dust just now as the standard unit... Well, for example, the difficulty would be about six thousand a month, and he planned to buy a set at the Second Ring Road in Beijing. Four rooms and two halls.

No wonder, one hundred and eight orifices can advance to the next level. This is equivalent to a monthly salary of 6,000. Although it is difficult to buy a suite in a third- and fourth-tier city, there is always hope. The big deal is to fight for decades...

Fortunately ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Chen Luo doesn't have to recite the stories he wrote over and over again, just let others read them.

Um? This logic seems like a capitalist...

Chen Luo recovered his mind and started the next round of experiments. He stretched out his finger and pointed to a stone not far away. With a thought, the red dust energy that had just filled the acupoints shot out quickly along the smooth meridians, hitting the stone, and there was a muffled sound on the stone, as if Like being hit by a giant hammer, it rolled back twice, and some cracks appeared.

"Hey... This power is decent!" Chen Luo nodded with satisfaction. He just let out the red dust bluntly just now. If he comprehends the Six Vein Divine Sword in the future, he will have more red dust reserves in his body——

Any battle poems and ci, they are all younger brothers.

What is it called in the snap of your fingers, the ashes will be wiped out.

Picturesque!

However, the blow just now also consumed nearly half of the red dust. Chen Luo looked at the acupoint and found that the red dust energy consumed in the acupoint was slowly recovering...

"It turns out to be like this." Chen Luo instantly understood that the so-called nourishing qi was filling the orifices with red dust gas, and the amount injected determined the upper limit of the red dust gas reserve in the body. After that, no matter how much red dust energy is consumed, it is not necessary to read books to obtain it, but the body will recover on its own.

However, in order to continuously increase the upper limit, it is still necessary to continuously obtain new red dust from the classics.

Speaking of which, Xiaoji seems to have said that Haoran's righteousness is the same.

……

Outside Sanxi Village, inside a grass pavilion.

Song Tuizhi was sitting in the pavilion drinking alone, but a trace of his mind drifted over Sanxi Village.

Suddenly, Song Tuizhi put down the wine glass in his hand, and said coldly, "Where are you sneaking up, hide, and let this old man come out!"

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