Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 118

"This is... your new book spirit?" Song Tuizhi looked at Bai Xiaosheng who looked very stinky in front of him, and a blue light flashed in his eyes for a moment, "Is he the one who made your "Red Dust Martial List"? "

"Exactly!" Chen Luo nodded. Since he was going to publish the "Red Dust Martial Ranking", of course he had to report it to the fourth senior brother. Besides, he also found out that the fourth senior brother was actually his book fan, which is easy to say.

"Fourth Senior Brother, this is the book!" After saying that, he offered the "Amorous Swordsman's Heartless Sword", "After "The Swordsman", I plan to serialize this novel."

"Huh?" Song Tuizhi's eyes lit up, but then he pretended to be serious and serious again, "Well, let me keep it with me first, lest those old **** try to break the rules of your serialization."

"That's right." Chen Luo smiled inwardly, and handed the novel to Song Tuizhi, ready to leave, and suddenly asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, did you sense anything before?"

Song Tui was stunned, hesitated again and again, and said, "It seems that there is something, but if you notice it carefully, there is nothing, what's wrong?"

Chen Luo looked at Song Tuizhi and knew that Bai Xiaosheng was right. Fourth Senior Brother didn't sense his investigation, so he waved his hand: "It's nothing, just ask, I'll go get some sleep first!" Just go outside.

"Well, the fourth senior brother said that the cultivation level of Wen Xiang is comparable to his, so he probably didn't notice it!"

Seeing Chen Luo's back disappearing from the room, Song Tuizhi hurriedly concentrated his energy and tried to sense his surroundings. After a while, he also said with a puzzled face, "Isn't there anything different? Why do you ask that?"

"But my answer should be quite appropriate..."

Thinking of this, Song Tuizhi also nodded, and couldn't wait to open the manuscript of "Amorous Swordsman Ru Qing Sword"...

"Red Dust Martial List?" All the people who got the latest issue of "Daxuan Minbao" looked at the list on the first page of the first page, showing doubts.

"How much is the red dust? My dear, why is a Yuezhou person still running in front of our Zhongjing people?"

"More than that, look, none of the top ten is from Zhongjing! We are at the top of Mr. Nan, who only ranks nineteenth!"

"This...this...this..."

"Hmph, before we didn't know that reading the book of Wan Anbo would produce a mortal air, so even if we bought the newspaper, it was just one eye and ten lines, and it was just a craving. We would still like to go to the restaurant to hear about Mr. Shu's decomposition. This way, we will naturally realize it. not enough."

"Those outsiders, how can there be a storyteller in the business, you can only see for yourself, this time, isn't it a piece higher than us?"

"Brother is right, so it's still telling that Mr. Shu is holding us back in the capital?"

"That's not right," said an old gentleman who had been listening to the conversation at this time, "Mr. Wen's decomposition of the plot will allow you to better understand the events and feelings in the book, but you never study it. ."

"Exactly!" Another tea customer also interjected, "It is said that Mr. Wen is like a child who reads with Mr. Enlightenment. This should be my advantage in Zhongjing, but it is wasted..."

The words of these two people made the faces of the people who were talking before blushing, and they quickly cupped their hands and said: "Thank you two for your teaching. We must carefully comprehend the book of Wan Anbo, and we will definitely not let me, Zhongjing, fall behind."

"Exactly, exactly. Little Er, I'll pay for the tea for these two!"

"Father, I don't want to study Confucianism anymore." A boy of sixteen or seventeen knelt in front of his father. In front of him, there is the latest issue of the "Red Dust Martial Ranking".

On the "Red Dust Martial List", there was a name that was carefully circled with a brush.

Seventy-eighth, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.

Looking at the boy kneeling in front of him, the middle-aged man sitting on the chair frowned: "You are not the only one in the central capital named Song Qixing, how do you know that these seventy-eight people are you?"

"Baby just got a ray of red dust out of thin air. This list shows that the 51st to 80th place can get three red dust a day. Who else is it?"

That Song Qixing's father hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm not allowed to be a father!"

"Why?" Song Qixing asked, "My child started studying Confucianism at the age of nine. You are a master of enlightenment who has crossed two mountains and seas, and your grandfather is a great scholar in Wenchang Pavilion. You taught me day and night, and found countless treasures of righteousness for me, but The boy has only just finished writing, and Haoran is so weak that he can't even get into the eight major academies, why do you want me to study Confucianism?"

Father Song looked at the only son in front of him with tears in his eyes, and his heart softened. He knew that both his father and himself had brought enormous pressure to the child.

Most of the old friends who have contacts at home, and children his age, are in the realm of poetry, or only a thin line away from the realm of poetry. And Song Qixing's righteousness is weak, and even if there are poems that come from a masterful hand, the righteousness can't support it at all.

In fact, he and his great Confucian father both understand that although this child has awakened his talent for reading, he is not expected to read Confucianism.

But at this moment, he couldn't back down.

"Xing'er, listen to your father."

"If you study Confucianism, your grandfather and I have discussed it a long time ago, and we will be able to ensure that you enter the realm of poetry before the age of 30."

"For your father and your grandfather, you have accumulated some credits over the years. When you reach the poetry realm, we will exchange these credits and get a chance for you to be promoted to master before the age of sixty."

"Although it's not 100%, there are six to seven out of ten possibilities."

"So you don't have to worry, just read Confucianism with peace of mind."

"Wan Anbo admires him as a father, even your grandfather is full of praise. However, what is the martial arts like? No one can say for sure."

"Don't say that you only have the seventy-eighth, even if Ren Ji is the first, who can say for sure what his future will be?"

"Even Wan Anbo himself, now everyone respects his literary talent and his teacher's inheritance, but look, how many people respect his cultivation? Or combat power?"

"Those who don't have the talent to read through, take the road of martial arts, because that is their only choice. But if you can take the road of Confucianism and Taoism, how can you give up?"

"That sucking star, a great Confucian asked in private, Wan Anbo clearly said, it is difficult to learn!"

"Look at the third Ji Zhong, he is Wan Anbo's bodyguard, a seventeen-year-old Cheng Shijing, has he given up on Confucianism and Taoism?"

Song Qixing looked at his father, clenched his fists with both hands, tears welling up in his eyes: "You don't know the child at all!"

"I know that in order for me to practice, my grandfather almost threw all the money from his scriptures on me."

"It's even delayed your promotion to the preaching realm, Daddy."

"Your credits can help grandpa breed a great Confucian treasure."

"I don't want to drag you down!"

"Sometimes I think, I'd rather not wake up to a read-through talent!"

"I don't like you sacrificing yourself to arrange for me a path I don't want to take!"

"I like Wan Amber's novels, and I also like the stories in them. I think I'm suitable for that path."

"Just treat me like an ordinary person, I want to practice martial arts! I want to be a martial artist!"

"It doesn't matter how this road ends? Whether it's the Confucian road to the sky or not!"

"This is better than the road you prepared for me!"

Father Song slapped the table abruptly: "Presumptuous! You... Nizi... I said it's not allowed, but from today, "Da Xuan Min News" will appear in other homes!"

"Dad!" Song Qixing stood up, "Why do you do this! Is it because of the plaque of our scholarly family?"

"Clap!" A heavy slap slapped Song Qixing on the face, and even Father Song was stunned.

Since the death of his beloved wife, he has never been willing to touch Song Qixing.

Song Qixing covered his face, knelt down suddenly, kowtowed to Father Song, turned around and ran out!

Father Song looked at the back of Song Qixing running out of the house, and his heart was sore and painful.

He held the corner of the table, and his eyes fell on the "Da Xuan Ming Pao" on the ground, the name framed by the black circle.

Seventy-eighth, Zhongjing, Song Qixing.

"Your Majesty, it's still unclear what the effect of martial arts is. I think that people can practice spontaneously, and it is not appropriate for the court to intervene."

"Your Majesty, my ministers have different opinions. It is better to have practice than no practice. In the past, only fifty ordinary people could kill a savage soldier. If we practice martial arts, even if we can kill forty-nine people, it will be a profit!"

"It's ridiculous. I can still turn around in front of the demon clan in the spontaneous practice of the people. If the court intervenes and causes unnecessary suspicion of the demon clan, can you afford this responsibility?"

"The demon clan is afraid of power but not virtuous. If it makes them feel jealous, it might not be a solution."

"If you make him feel jealous, then there must be something to be jealous of!"

"Why do you say that this martial art can become a real fear!"

"Cough, cough..." Ye Heng coughed twice, interrupting the officials' debate, looking at the minister of letters and the minister of politics, and asked, "What do you think, two Aiqings?"

The political minister was the first to speak: "The test jade needs to be burned for three days, and it takes seven years to distinguish the material. The minister believes that there is a sentence from Lord Lu that is right, that is, it is better to have practice than no practice."

"In my northern border, tens of millions of people and millions of ordinary soldiers, even if only one layer of strength is increased, it can offset the damage caused by some barbarians."

"However, if the imperial court invests a lot of manpower and material resources to promote martial arts, the loss will be second, but if it attracts the fear of the monsters, the policy of the Holy Monarch Palace will change, and it will harass me towards the south, but the north has not improved as expected. , the gain outweighs the loss.”

"In the final analysis, we still need to know how strong martial arts can be! Is the court worth taking this risk!"

"Ruoqiang, as Master Tong said, even if we are disturbed by them for a while, after three or five years, we will be able to **** it back with all the benefits. They will naturally consider the pros and cons. I believe that with the ability of the Ministry of Rites, they can also be suppressed."

"If you are weak, you don't have to spend a lot of time, benefiting the north and losing the south!"

Ye Heng nodded and looked at Wen Xiang again: "Wen Xiang, what do you think?"

Yan Baichuan chuckled: "In the final analysis, you just want to know what martial arts are? Everyone is like a dragon, this dragon is the dragon of Xingchenhai, or the dragon of Taixuanchi, or the ornamental dragon in His Majesty's back garden! "

When the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty heard what Yan Baichuan said, they all laughed.

"This matter makes sense. Who can judge something that hasn't happened. I think that when Chen Luo is summoned to court, you will know when you ask!"

Ye Heng nodded and looked at Hou An: "Call Chen Luo."

Chen Luo shook his head and sat up from the bed.

I wanted to take a nap, but my mind kept going, and every few minutes a piece of information emerged.

"Good guy!

"Huashan swordsmanship, Songshan swordsmanship, Hengshan swordsmanship..."

"Taiyue Sanqingfeng, Ning's sword, flying sand and stone thirteen..."

"Black Blood God Needle, Xuantian Finger, Liuding Kaishan..."

The martial arts in "The Swordsman" were unlocked in his mind.

"What's the matter? Are you reviewing collectively before the exam?" Chen Luo shook his head. It is estimated that after he announced the existence of martial arts yesterday, these people have started to read books seriously!

"However, my arsenal seems to be enriched."

Just when Chen Luo sighed, Lu Tong knocked on the door: "Uncle, there is a call in the palace!"

Following the summoned Wang Li, he rushed all the way to the imperial city, and then trotted all the way into the Changming Palace.

As soon as Chen Luo appeared, everyone's eyes turned to him.

"What's the matter? The eyes of these people seem to want to prostitute me for nothing!" Chen Luo complained in his heart, and stepped forward to salute Ye Heng, "Wan Anbo Chen Luo, I have seen Your Majesty!"

"Chen Luo, don't be too polite!" Ye Heng smiled and waved his hand, "I ask you, is your martial arts great?"

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, and when he came up, he asked **?

"Hmm..." The prime minister snorted, "Wan Anbo, what your majesty means is, what level of martial arts is comparable to that of Confucianism, and what is your combat power?"

Chen Luo looked at Wen Xiang, looked at Wen Xiang, and blinked his eyes, as if asking: "Pretend or admit cowardice?"

Wen Xiang laughed dumbly: "Don't worry, tell the truth!"

Chen Luo thought about it, if it were a few hours ago, he would still have to be humble.

Now, hum, there is a lot of martial arts in my mind, and the thirty-six acupoints are almost full.

Then tell the truth.

Chen Luo bowed to Zuo Xiang: "My realm is hard to say. If I practice it, it is equivalent to the realm of Confucianism."

"As for combat power!"

Chen Luo raised his chest and raised his head: "Wu Fu, go forward bravely!"

"Under the same environment, within ten steps."

"I am invincible!"

The hall was quiet, and suddenly, someone laughed.

This Chen Luo is really joking.

Wen Xiang frowned: "Chen Luo, I'll let you tell the truth!"

Just as Chen Luo was about to answer, a long howl suddenly came from outside the hall.

"Report-"

Everyone looked at the point and saw a sergeant with three emergency order flags hanging behind him, running straight into the Changming Palace, holding a military newspaper in both hands, and said loudly: "Wanrenshan urgent report, barbarian Ilisa Khan's and Mordan's Khans moved south, suspected of reinforcing the winter offensive!"

Hearing the sergeant's report, Manchao was instantly in an uproar, Ye Heng took Hou An and handed it over to the military report, also with a livid face.

Prime Minister and Wen glanced at each other, then suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Luo's hand.

"Chen Luo, the old man will ask you again, are you really invincible under the same circumstances?"

The Prime Minister stepped forward and added: "You don't need to be invincible, just match!"

Seeing the serious looks on the faces of Prime Minister Wen and Prime Minister, Chen Luo flashed the just-unlocked martial arts library in his mind.

Before, he absorbed Ji Zhong's aura of righteousness, and found that his red dust was almost twice that of Ji Zhong.

And Ji Zhong is a task that is appreciated by the four senior brothers.

Can this be cowardly?

Chen Luo nodded: Of course!

Prime Minister Wen nodded towards the Prime Minister ~www.mtlnovel.com~ At this moment, the two who seemed to be political enemies seemed to have reached an agreement.

The prime minister shouted: "Mo Tingfeng!"

Mo Daru, who accompanied Bai Qingqing to the capital before, hurriedly stood up: "The next official is here!"

"Go and fight with the demon mission!"

Chen Luo was startled: Demon? Demon clan?

Chen Luo looked at Wen Xiang.

Wen Xiang also looked at Mo Daru: "Gambling, one-on-one, ten places in the Crystal Demon Realm!"

Mo Daru: Yes!

Chen Luo's eyes moved back and forth between the political minister and the literary minister.

"You guys, what do you want to do?"

Chapter end

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