Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Just listening to the drum beat, the bamboo board crackled, and the curtain on the terrace was lifted to a corner. A clear and crisp voice is like a green oriole, gentle and clear, as if drinking an iced drink in summer, which makes people feel refreshed, it seems that the troubles and worries in my heart are hooked up by this voice, and they are thrown into the clouds in an instant. .

The curtain was lifted for the second time, and a beautiful woman walked out slowly with a musical instrument resembling a pipa in her arms. The person who came was dressed in a lavender skirt and had a graceful posture, but he exuded a bookish air while walking, which gave people a sense of tranquility. The facial features are not much amazing in terms of separation, but when they are put together, it seems that God has carefully calculated them, and they are flawless.

Seemingly aware of Chen Luo's gaze, she raised her head slightly, looked at the private room on the second floor, met Chen Luo's eyes, smiled lightly, and turned her eyes away. But at this moment, Chen Luo seemed to see Jiangnan in her previous life in her eyes.

Her whole person is Jiangnan!

The splendid, bright and beautiful Jiangnan with lakes and mountains.

"A river of smoke and water illuminates the clear blue sky, and people on both sides of the strait are connected to painted eaves."

"For a period of autumn light in the Lotus Cong."

"Watching the seagull dance again and again, roll up the fragrant wind ten miles of bead curtains."

"Painting boats come to the horizon, and wine flags fly outside."

"I love killing Jiangnan!"

Really beautiful and picturesque.

Chen Luo smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, no matter what, the beauty is always pleasing to the eye, and the mood is much happier.

……

At the same time, in the hall of Linglong Building, everyone was quiet for a while, and then there was a cheer like a gust of wind.

Na Luohuanu bowed slightly, but did not answer, she sat quietly on the chair, her jade hand strummed on the strings, and a sound of silk and bamboo resounded like a spring. The applause gradually subsided.

At this moment, at the table of the Fuci Club, a Confucian scholar came to his senses, pulled his eyes and looked straight at Luo Hongnu Qian Erkang, and said in a low voice, "Brother Qian, Luo Ni wants to Start singing!"

Qian Erkang also reacted at this time. He looked at Luo Hongnu, who was hilarious and angry, and looked at the classmates of the Fuci Club around him. Girl, wait a minute!"

At this time, Qian Erkang used the Confucianism technique to "sound the ground". Originally, he was going to call Luo Ni, but he temporarily retracted the word "Ni", which caused the righteousness in his body to go astray. The nostrils flowed out.

Everyone looked at the prestige, and saw a Confucian scholar with a righteous face, but two nosebleeds made people can't help laughing. Only Han Sanniang, who was watching closely, shouted "No" in her heart, and just hoped that the other party would die immediately.

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"It's the little antiques from the Fuci Club." Liu Mengrui peeped at the probe, saw Qian Erkang, and spat, "Why are these flies buzzing everywhere, they think the words are good and they write them themselves. You have to say that the lyrics and music are incompatible. My father would not dare to say that!"

Cheng Diefei was also annoyed in his heart. This group of people couldn't write good words by themselves, but they repeatedly criticized those good songs. It seems that they can't write words because they are polluted by music, which makes no sense. It's just that there are some seniors in the Confucian sect who support them, which makes them extremely arrogant.

"Can everyone in Luo deal with them?" Cheng Diefei clenched her fists.

Liu Mengrui snorted coldly: "Look at it again, if it really doesn't work, let's sneak attack on them and run away after we're done."

Cheng Diefei: "Is that appropriate?"

Liu Mengrui raised her chest and raised her head: "What are you afraid of, isn't my father there?"

……

At this time, everyone in the hall also recognized them, and they were all unhappy. I ran here to find some fun and spend some money, why did I meet this group of people? It's just that there is no way, the other party is a Confucian scholar who has entered the practice, and there are experts behind him. Under the banner of literary disputes, these high rollers are really not easy to intervene, they can only glare aside and express their inner dissatisfaction.

Luo Hongnu glanced at Qian Erkang, who still had a nosebleed, and asked lightly, "This nosebleed son, what's the matter? The slave family can only sing songs, not healing!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience burst into laughter. Qian Erkang's face flushed, and he quickly blocked the nosebleed with Haoran Righteous Qi, wiped it with his sleeve at will, cleared his throat, and said, "Don't interrupt. I came here today to ask Luo everyone, What lyrics are you singing today?"

"Guess what?"

Qian Erkang paused for a while, and then said: "Let's talk about other things! Luo everyone, today's literary style is declining, and popular music is one of the culprits. Isn't it true that the music of silk and bamboo can go around the beam for three days, but the rural folk music will take this into account. The majestic place has turned into a place of abalone, and it stinks! I advise you to study elegant poetry, and it is the right way. You don't need to sing those vulgar songs."

Luo Hongnu's expression didn't change at all, she just said something lightly—

"roll!"

"You!" Qian Erkang's face flushed instantly. Seeing that Qian Erkang was humiliated, other members of the Compound Ci Club also stood up one after another.

At this moment, a sigh suddenly came from the private room on the second floor.

"Hey... everyone, stop fighting."

Everyone looked at the prestige and saw Liu Jingzhuang leaning against the window in the private room on the second floor, with a helpless expression: "You students, if you are besieging a woman from the Luo family again, do you want to spread the name? Let's go first. …”

Seeing Liu Jingzhuang, Qian Erkang looked happy and said, "It's good that Liu Daru is here. Mr.'s words have been handed down through the ages, and the students have admired them for a long time. I also ask Mr. to re-establish the majesty of my poetry circle and break the path of vulgar music. "

Liu Jingzhuang shook his head slightly: "The old man doesn't have that ability. If this vulgar song can be spread, it is naturally loved by some people. The old man thinks..."

Qian Erkang, however, bowed again, interrupted Liu Jingzhuang, and said, "Sir, you are the master of the world of poetry, and you should take it as your responsibility to set things right. The students represent thousands of Confucian scholars. Please ask Liu Daru to preside over justice in the world of literature."

Liu Jingzhuang frowned slightly and was about to speak when a sneer came from behind Liu Jingzhuang.

"You're so **** big, do you think you're a literary minister? You also represent thousands of Confucian scholars?"

As soon as the voice fell, Chen Luo turned out from behind Liu Jingzhuang and looked at Qian Erkang below with cold eyes. Originally, Chen Luo hadn't planned to come forward, but he couldn't help but listen to the anger.

How come there are such cosmic creatures in any world, and every day thinks that he can represent the whole world.

"Tell me the name of the person you represent, and I'll count if there are ten million!"

A trace of anger flashed across Qian Erkang's face, but thinking that being able to chat and laugh with Liu Jingzhuang in a private room must be either rich or expensive. He immediately suppressed the anger in his heart and asked, "The lower class is a student of Qingbo Academy and a member of the Fuci Club. I don't know which academy's brother Wen you are from?"

Chen Luo touched his chin, but didn't answer the other party, he just said suspiciously: "Qingbo Academy? Never heard of it!"

At this moment, a deliberately changed voice suddenly came from another room: "A third-rate academy with no reputation!"

The whole room burst into laughter, and even Luo Hongnu on the stage couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Liu Jingzhuang was slightly attentive. Why did the voice change just now sound a little familiar?

Qian Erkang and other students blushed, and then Qian Erkang gritted his teeth and asked again: "The humble house is inscribed with clouds, the mountains are not high, and the immortals are famous. How can you laugh at the college's level. This son, You haven't gotten back to me yet? Which college are you a student from!"

Chen Luo shrugged: "I'm not a student..."

As soon as these words came out, Qian Erkang and others showed joy, but the other guests had some regrets on their faces. Judging from Chen Luo's age, if he wasn't an academy student, he must have had poor talent or no talent at all.

"Since he's not a student of an academy, this young master should ignore my literary affairs..." Qian Erkang said contemptuously.

"Who said you have to be a student?" Chen Luo looked sincere, "Isn't it a college professor?"

Qian Erkang was stunned for a moment, then laughed again: "Young master, stop joking, I have never heard of such a young academy..."

It's just that Qian Erkang hasn't finished speaking~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Chen Luo took out a jade plaque from his pocket, glanced at it, and said, "This is my professor nameplate at Zheliu Academy!"

After speaking, he put the jade tablet aside, and took out another jade tablet from his pocket: "This is from the Red Sleeve Academy..."

"This is from Chunfeng Academy..."

"This is from Bixiao Academy..."

"The Yuntai Academy's..."

"The Xuemei Academy's..."

"Haoyue Academy's..."

"Honghu Academy's..."

The eight identity plates are lined up, and they are the five first-rate academies in Zhongjing and the other three top second-rate academies among the eight great academies of Daxuan.

Yesterday, Kong Tianfang came to urge himself to update, and stuffed these nameplates into his head, not accepting it. Chen Luo also forgot to change his clothes, so he took it all on his body. Didn't expect it to come in handy now.

The audience was speechless, and even Luo Hongnu, who had always been calm as water, raised his head slightly and glanced at Chen Luo again, with a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. No one doubted the authenticity of those nameplates, after all Liu Jingzhuang was standing beside him. If he lied about his identity and took out a fake nameplate, but Liu Jingzhuang didn't stop him, then Liu Jingzhuang wouldn't want to get involved in the literary world.

Qian Erkang swallowed his saliva. Haven't heard that there is such a number one person in the capital? But the fact was in front of me, and I had to believe it. At this time, I had to retreat to advance and bow to the end: "The student has eyes but does not know Mount Tai, but he has seen Mr. Xiang. The previous student was arrogant and admitted his mistake to Mr. Xiang. But I waited for this trip, only In order to ban music. After all, music is unbearable and humiliating..."

"Fart!" Chen Luo interrupted Qian Erkang, "Who said that music must be vulgar?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent, but Luo Hongnu looked at Chen Luo again, but he didn't look away...

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