Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 109

Chen Luo shouted, and Ji Zhong rushed to the jade platform.

"Xiao Ji, are you ready?" Chen Luo asked.

Xiao Ji sighed as if resigned: "Come on!"

Chen Luo reached out his hand, put his hand on Xiao Ji's chest, and activated the Star Absorbing Dafa!

"What is Wan Anbo doing?" In the North Wind Tower, everyone saw Chen Luo's movements, and their faces were strange.

A suspicious look flashed across Nan Yuanxi's eyes: "Is that so? No way."

Red Sleeve Academy.

"Diefei, is this Wan Anbo's quirk? When you usually follow Wan Anbo, does he do the same to you?" Liu Mengrui suddenly approached Cheng Diefei.

Cheng Diefei looked at the palm of Chen Luo's chest on Xiao Ji's chest in the phantom, looked down at himself, and patted Liu Mengrui angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Chen has never touched me!"

Liu Mengrui curled her lips: "That's it! I overheard my father and my aunt say that if you rub more, you can get bigger. I think you have grown a little bit bigger recently."

"Bah bah bah, Jing nonsense!" Cheng Diefei blushed instantly, but his heart still moved, and he looked down again, "Is it really getting bigger?"

"Wen Xiang, Chen Luo, he is here" Ye Heng finally couldn't hold back, and asked again.

"Your Majesty, I'll be fine soon." Wen Xiang said with a smile.

Ye Heng:

"Master, are you all right? I'm dying." Ji Zhong's face turned pale in an instant, Chen Luo sensed the tolerance of the meridians, nodded, and stopped the star-sucking practice.

Ji Zhong staggered a step before he could barely stand still, Chen Luo pouted: "Xiao Ji, you still need to strengthen your practice, if I **** you, it won't work, it's not good!"

Ji Zhong didn't have the strength to answer either, so he took his last breath and cautiously jumped off the edge of the high platform.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Bai Qingqing frowned, her heart was full of vigilance, worried about what kind of conspiracy this was.

Chen Luo stretched his body: "Don't be nervous, it's just a breath of Hao Ran's righteousness."

After finishing speaking, Chen Luo exuded the righteousness in his body, and for a moment Chen Luo was enveloped by the blue light of the righteousness.

Almost at the same time, there were exclamations from the audience.

Zhou Zuofeng stood up suddenly in surprise, Ye Heng also subconsciously grasped the handle of the seat, and Ye Qu beside him had an expression of disbelief on his face.

Even Fa Xiang, who has always been as steady as Mount Tai, looked at Wen Xiang in surprise.

North Wind Building.

The sound of countless teacups falling to the ground sounded, and no one cared. Everyone stared at the man standing in the blue light in the phantom.

"In the end what happened?"

"What do my eyes see?"

"What did Wan Anbo do to become a scholar?"

"Could it be that Wan Anbo has always been secretive?"

Everyone has different guesses in their hearts, only Nan Yuanxi shouted in his heart

"Star Absorbing Dafa! This is Star Absorbing Dafa! The martial arts in Xiaoao Jianghu exist! Existence!"

For the first time, Bai Qingqing's face, which had always been wearing a decent smile, changed color. She looked at Chen Luo, who was shrouded in awe and righteousness, and panicked in her heart.

Could it be that Daxuan Wenchang Pavilion has developed some means to enable ordinary people to become Confucian scholars?

Isn't that the great mysterious billions of trillions of people?

Thinking of this, her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Wan Wan Amber?"

Chen Luo chuckled: "Young master, it's my turn."

With that said, Chen Luo walked to the Spring and Autumn Sacred Page.

The eyes of the entire Zhongjing were moving with Chen Luo's movements. At this time, everyone had already reacted from the shock of Chen Luo becoming a Confucian scholar in an instant.

After all, Wen Lei is still in progress.

Ordinary people can't think of that much, they only know that Wan Anbo is proud of himself.

Those who were a little thoughtful also calmed down. Since Wan Anbo's sudden acquisition of Hao Ran's righteousness has been exposed, there will always be a conclusion later. The most important thing now is that Wen Lei cannot lose!

For a time, everyone's focus fell on the Wen Lei competition.

Wang Bugui and Fang Xiujie did not leave any ink marks on the holy page.

Tian Xiangwan wrote a handed down poem, but he was unable to make three more poems, and he was defeated.

I thought there was no hope, but I didn't expect Wan Anbo to become a Confucian scholar!

He wrote Du Shiniang and Xiaoao Jianghu

He also wrote the first Yaqu Acacia Order

This time Wen Lei may not lose!

Chen Luo walked to the first holy page, picked up the writing brush, and the righteousness in his body soaked into the ink. Chen Luo suddenly felt that the pen and paper in his hand seemed to be connected to himself. As long as he wrote Yawen, the righteousness would follow the barrel of the pen. sent over.

"Wan Anbo, have you thought about it?" Bai Qingqing couldn't help asking when she saw Chen Luo staring at the brush in a daze.

Chen Luo came back to his senses.

"Four poems, poems and songs are not limited, related to time, at least handed down."

"Four pieces in a series, the first one will be deducted."

"The four songs must be unified in rhythm."

Chen Luo gently repeated the restrictions put forward by Bai Qingqing.

In the phantom, everyone only saw Chen Luo dressed in a scholar's robe, writing and ink, smiling and muttering to himself.

"Wan Anbo, I'll give you my life!" In Linglong Building, there was an oiran shouting in his heart, "Enough is enough, what poetry is written, this is enough!"

"Don't be noisy, Wan Anbo is about to start writing!"

"Meng'er, lower your head to me, your bun is blocking my view of Wan Anbo!"

Hongnu Xiaoyuan, Luo Hongnu looked at the shadow projected by the shadow stone, and gently stroked the violin, a melody flowed from the strings.

"Girl, aren't you nervous?" The little maid stared at the ghost, feeling dry mouth.

"What are you nervous about? Is there any poetry in this world that can stymie him!" Luo Hongnu said lightly, "I'm here, just play the piano and cheer for him!"

As he said that, a song of Xiaoao Jianghu, which is hard to find in the outside world, was played in the small courtyard!

On the high jade platform, Chen Luo picked up the pen and wrote on the first holy page.

"The warm sun and wind in the spring mountains,"

"The curtain of the Langan pavilion,"

"In the Yangliu Swing Courtyard."

"Ting Ying Yan dance,"

"The little bridge is flowing red."

"It's an elegant song!" A great Confucian recognized the song card at a glance, "This is a spring scene. Yes, he must have written all four of his songs in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's time and years. It's wonderful to break the subject like this!"

"More than breaking the title, it's wonderful. Look at this elegant song. The first sentence of the spring mountain is warm and windy, and a spring is coming. The distant mountains and green forests, the bright and warm sun, and the warm spring breeze. It is like a painting and makes people feel comfortable." The great Confucian said.

"Yes, in the next sentence Langan pavilion curtain, in the willow swing courtyard, from far to near, Langan, pavilion, curtain close, willow, swing, and small courtyard are independent, but they are connected but they all reveal spring. I seem to see The swing in the small courtyard is rippling, and there are laughter and laughter from the young daughter."

"The most wonderful answer is the last two sentences, the birds sing and the swallows dance, the bridges are red, and people's eyes are turned from the courtyard to the sky, and then from the sky to the wilderness. It is a glorious spring."

"This piece of music describes the spring in every sentence, and the calligraphy and painting of spring, like a landscape of ink and wash, with only a few strokes, it is beautiful and meaningful!"

"Masters, look, the holy page has responded!"

All the great Confucians looked up at the holy page, and saw that every word of the song on the Spring and Autumn Holy Page was shining brightly, and then on the side of the holy page, there was a picture of a spring scene slowly appearing, which was exactly the imagination depicted in the song.

"Hahaha." The previous Shi family Confucian laughed and said loudly, "The Holy Page Movie! This is a vision that has resonated with the Spring and Autumn Holy Page, and it has exceeded the level of the holy page."

The words of the great Confucian historians spread along the array, and even in the East Tower, one could vaguely hear cheers from all over the capital.

Bai Qingqing's face was a little ugly, she stared at Chen Luo and said, "Wan Anbo, do you want to write the second song? It's just that this rhythm must be unified."

"Thank you for the reminder, young master." Chen Luo nodded, walked to the second holy page, and dropped his pen.

"Clouds and rains add to each other,"

"The building is high and the water is cold and the melon is sweet,"

"The green trees are shaded and painted over the eaves."

"Sha kitchen rattan mat,"

"The Jade Man Luo Shan is light."

"It's a picture of a peaceful summer enjoying the cool air." A great Confucian commented, "After the clouds gather the rain, the building is high and airy, and the trees are shady. Behind the thin as a cicada's wings, a young woman can be seen wearing a veil. Holding an incense fan, close your eyes and doze off."

"Brother Wen's words are very true. It's obviously a hot summer, but it was written by Wan Anbo in a quiet and quiet way, and it's refreshing to read."

"Look, look, the holy page is filming again! Haha, it's a summer picture!"

At this time, Bai Qingqing's jade hand in his sleeve has already clenched his fist, and the fox tail behind him is swaying dangerously.

"Wan Anbo, continue with the third song?"

Chen Luo glanced at Bai Qingqing, walked to the third holy page, shook his head suddenly, walked away, and came to the fourth holy page.

Chen Luo's actions made everyone puzzled.

Suddenly, a great Confucian slapped his thigh abruptly and said, "Damn, Wan Anbo was forced to write a piece of Qiu Si by the people of Fuci Club in Linglong Building before!"

"I remember. The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree jackdaws, and the shadow of a little flying eagle. Green mountains and green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers."

"That's right, if this song is placed here, it is directly opposite the song of autumn, and the intention is even more than the previous two songs in spring and summer!"

"Hateful, this song has already been made before, and it's not a live work that Wen Lei requested. Wan An Bo will definitely find it difficult to make a similar song in the short term. It's all the fault of the **** in the Fuci Club!"

"Qingliu, do you remember that you seem to be one of the people behind the Fuci Club? The old man has been with you for several years, and he is blind and blind. Today, the old man will cut off his robe and righteousness with you!"

"It's very, very, very, the old man agrees, Qingliu, the old man will also cut off his robe and righteousness with you!"

Not to mention the turmoil under the ring, Chen Luo wrote on the fourth holy page

"A painting corner opens the door,"

"Half-court crescent at dusk,"

"The waterfront in front of the snow mountain."

"Bamboo fence thatched hut."

"Small smoke and grass and lonely village."

"Everyone, look at this winter song. The cold moon, the dusk, the snow-capped mountains, the waterfront, the light smoke, the decaying grass, the hut, and the lonely village are such a cold and desolate image, and what a sad and hopeless loneliness it expresses."

"Brother Wen's analysis is good. The Qiaomen, which shows its outline in the twilight, lingers in the distant and mournful sound of horns inside and outside the Qiaomen. Evening night falls, but the moonlight only illuminates half of the courtyard, the snow on the mountain, the stream in front of the mountain, the bamboo A few wisps of green smoke rise from the hut, how lonely it is!"

"Old man knows, it must be Wan Anbo who knows that he can't make autumn songs in a short time, and his mentality suddenly becomes desolate."

"Look at him, from the joy of spring, to the sweetness of summer, but directly to the loneliness of winter! What a big ups and downs, don't hurt your heart."

"Yeah, Wan Anbo is only under 20, my grandson is almost forty, and it's still not a good thing. Hey, Wan Anbo is still a child."

"Forget it, if you lose this fight, you will lose. Go back and issue a seal order. Don't mention the Emperor Lin's fight in front of Wan Anbo again, lest this child be sad!"

"Lin Huang Lei may not be mentioned, but the three songs of spring, summer and winter need to be widely praised. From today onwards, whoever says that music is a vulgar thing will be the enemy of this old man."

"Old man agrees"

"The old man also agrees!"

Hearing the voices of the great Confucians in the audience~www.mtlnovel.com~ Bai Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen Luo again.

"Wan Anbo, have you encountered difficulties in this autumn song? It doesn't matter, there are ten places in this competition. If you admit defeat now, my demon clan is willing to accept only eight places, how about it?"

Chen Luo looked at Bai Qingqing strangely: "What are you kidding?"

"Do you know why I put Qiu last?"

"Because, it's too fierce!"

Chen Luo walked to the third holy page and picked up the brush.

"I thought I wouldn't write this song, but I can't help it. I wrote the original Qiu last time, and I can only rely on it to save the scene!"

Chen Luo thought to himself.

Under the stage, the Great Confucianism was watching the ceremony.

"Hey, this kid, you're going to be brave."

"Stop it, don't hurt your heart!"

"Young man is angry, he is always unwilling to admit defeat!"

"This kid doesn't seem to have a marriage yet? My great-granddaughter"

"Bah! Old man, he is a close disciple of Zhusheng. You marry him with your great-granddaughter. Do you want Zhusheng to call your grandfather?"

"You, you don't want to contaminate people's innocence!"

Chen Luo took a deep breath and dropped the hand holding the brush.

The ancestor of Qiu Si, it was decided that it was you!

"Withered vines, old trees, dim crows,"

"Little Bridge and Flowing Water,"

"Ancient West Wind Thin Horse."

"Sunset,"

"Heartbroken people are in the end of the world!"

After the song was composed, an inexplicable autumn wind began to blow, and a bleak wind blew into everyone's heart.

Then, following the projection of the array, this poem appeared in the eyes of everyone in Zhongjing.

A feeling of autumn thoughts permeated instantly.

The entire Zhongjing city seemed to be the mute button pressed in an instant.

But then, there was a lot of noise in the East Que, and the Central Capital City was full of turmoil.

fried!

Chapter end

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