I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"This... this song..." The historian's great scholar showed disbelief on his face, "Heartbroken! This is a heartbroken song!"

As soon as the great Confucian historian said this, all the Confucian scholars nodded: "Bai Letian wrote in the previous dynasty that 'the king buried the mud in the spring and sold the bones, and I sent the world to the world full of snow', so I knew there were heartbroken poems in the world; when Su Poxian shed tears, Flicking the words "Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, I will never forget it", the heartbroken lyrics appeared in the world, I didn't expect that today, the Yaozu is aggressive, and Wan Anbo is forced to compose a "heartbroken song"!"

"Withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, people, ancient roads, west wind, skinny horses, heartbroken people, Tianya... It's so wonderful, it's so sad..."

"This song reminds me of everyone Wen's "Chicken Sounds Maodian Moon, Human Footprints Banqiaoshuang". The words are superb!"

"I don't think so. The first three sentences with withered vines, old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, and ancient roads with westerly wind and thin horses. Although it is also a skillful hand, it has written the bleakness of autumn, but the key is the last two sentences, a "sunset west Next', the nine autumn landscapes are integrated, and the last line, 'the heartbroken man is in Tianya', perfectly blends the feelings in the heart and the scenery in the eyes, which creates this heartbroken song!"

"Huh? What do you know... so it's Liu Daru!"

"Everyone, look, the holy page has changed..."

...

At this time, on the high jade platform, the spring and autumn holy page with "Autumn Landscape" was trembling continuously, and phantoms of willow branches emerged from the holy page, and instantly turned into a willow tree. Almost at the same time, a silent coercion covered the entire Zhongjing City. Everyone looked at the willow tree and felt that a stone was pressed on their hearts.

The willow tree is neither tall nor big, but in the eyes of everyone, it covers the entire line of sight, like a towering giant tree. Almost at the same time, Wen Xiang, Zheng Xiang, and Fa Xiang stood up at the same time, and their bodies were full of righteousness. From nowhere, several figures flew out to protect Ye Heng and Ye Qu. Judging by the breath on their bodies, they seemed to be great scholars.

When Bai Qingqing saw the shadow of the willow tree, her complexion also changed, she quickly knelt down, and said respectfully: "Little fox Bai Qingqing, I have seen Liu Zu!"

The willow tree shook, and turned into an old man whose age was unknown. His whole body was too old to be described by years. He first glanced at Bai Qingqing, thought for a while, and then said: "Are you that half-demon little fox who asked for the holy page at the old branch?"

Bai Qingqing quickly said, "It's Xiaohu!"

Liu Shu nodded, and looked at Chen Luo again: "Little guy, you have a smell that I am very familiar with."

Chen Luo was about to speak, when suddenly a Daoist figure flashed beside Chen Luo, it was Song Tuizhi.

Song Tuizhi's face was solemn, he took a step forward, half blocked Chen Luo behind him, cupped his hands and said: "I have met Liu Zu, my master Zhu Sheng Yu Wuji, this is my junior brother Chen Luo."

Liu Zu was not surprised by Song Tuizhi's sudden appearance, but he just thought about it again: "Yu Wuji... oh, he is Xiao Zhuzi's friend, Xiao Zhuzi brought him to meet the old man, he is a good boy, he became a saint gone?"

Immediately, Liu Zu shook his head again: "Forget it, these are not important, so don't be nervous."

He looked past Song Tuizhi and looked at Chen Luo: "This song of Autumn Thoughts is beneficial to this old man, and I am here to thank you."

After finishing speaking, Liu Zu stretched out his finger, and in the void, a piece of willow leaf, as crystal green as jade, appeared out of thin air. The moment the willow leaf appeared, Bai Qingqing's heart was shocked, and she tried her best to suppress her urge to snatch it.

The willow leaf floated in front of Chen Luo, and Liu Zu said again: "You can also master this thing, you are better than him, you look like a good boy..." Saying that, the willow leaf floated to Chen Luo's right hand With a flash of green light, it entered Chen Luo's body. In an instant, a willow leaf tattoo appeared on the back of Chen Luo's right hand. With Chen Luo's thought, the tattoo disappeared again.

Seeing that Chen Luo had accepted the benefit, Liu Zu nodded again, and looked at Bai Qingqing: "This song can be called the ancestor of Qiu Si, you deserve to lose."

Bai Qingqing bowed her head respectfully: "Yes."

Liu Zu looked at the viewing platform again, but his eyes did not turn to Ye Heng, the Emperor Daxuan at the top, but fell on Wen Xiang for a moment, smiled meaningfully, and then disappeared in place.

At the same time Liu Zu disappeared, the inexplicable sense of depression also dissipated. Everyone unconsciously let out a long breath.

"Wen... Wenxiang, that's..." Ye Heng asked, he forced himself to calm down, his fingers were still trembling unconsciously, and others didn't feel it, but as Ye Heng, who was in charge of the fate of the Great Xuan Kingdom, it was obvious just now. Feeling great oppression, as if facing Heavenly Dao.

"Return to Your Majesty, that's Liu Zu!" Wen Xiang turned around, saluted, and said, "One of the sacred trees of Heavenly Dao, it exists very anciently. .”

"This should be a vision of 'gift of the holy tree'." Wen Xiang smiled wryly, "I just didn't expect that kid to recruit the ancestor of the holy tree..."

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"The gift of the holy tree! This is the gift of the holy tree!" The historian who reacted suddenly cheered, "Writing has extraordinary merits, the gift of the holy tree! Hahahaha, the last time I saw the gift of the holy tree was Cao Cao The Great Confucianism's 'According to Jun Mo's words to seal the Marquis, one general will succeed and all bones will perish'!"

"Sima Daru, don't talk about it anymore. Have you ever seen the gift of the holy tree that invited the ancestor of the holy tree? I remember the last time the ancestor of the holy tree appeared, it was Su Poxian's 'when is the bright moon, ask the blue sky for wine', right? Counting forward, there is only Du Bansheng's "Climbing the High". But whether it is Su Poxian or Du Bansheng, when they wrote the poems, they were already half-sages!"

"Everyone, have you noticed that none of the four songs by Wan Amber have titles!"

One word awakens the dreamer!

Suddenly, everyone thought of Cheng Qingzhu, who had led his troops to leave Zhongjing, in their minds.

"Ching Bamboo and Presenting Soldiers to Soldiers Sending Wanren City"!

"Song of Flowers Two Gifts to Soldiers and Soldiers Sending Wanren City"!

When the old fellow left, he specially arranged two rows of Confucian scholars to chant loudly.

Shuzi, superficial!

All the Confucian scholars looked at the Spring and Autumn Holy Pages floating in mid-air, emitting light on the stage.

It smells so good!

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"Wan Anbo, you can take this Qiu Siqu... Song Tuizhi! What are you doing!" Wen Xiang smiled lightly, and was about to ask, when suddenly his expression changed, and he asked sharply.

On the high platform, Song Tuizhi carefully stuffed the holy page with Qiu Siqu into his own sleeve, ignoring Wen Xiang's questioning, and said to Chen Luo: "The original work of this song is extremely precious, I'm afraid some bad people will miss it. Senior brother Take it for you!"

"Um!"

"Song Tuizhi! This song was written by Wen Lei, and the original manuscript should be kept in Wenchang Pavilion!" A group of Wenchang Pavilion scholars shouted.

"Look, villain!" Song Tuizhi winked at Chen Luo.

Wen Xiang frowned: "Song Tuizhi, put down the original work!" After speaking, he grabbed Song Tuizhi with one hand, and the holy page of the original work trembling in Song Tuizhi's arms.

Song Tuizhi sneered, and a green bamboo appeared out of nowhere in his hand, and when he hit it in the void, there was a sound of explosion. Wen Xiang's outstretched palm trembled, and the magic power he had just released was abruptly interrupted.

"Second Senior Sister's Eighteen Skills · One Great Quietness"!

Taking advantage of this time, Song Tuizhi stamped his left foot on the ground, and he disappeared without a trace in an instant!

...

Wen Xiang's face was ugly, he hadn't gotten it from the soldiers before, and now he didn't get it from Song Tuizhi.

Very angry!

Obviously I came first!

At this time, Wen Xiang lost his patience, and looked at Bai Qingqing: "White Demon Envoy, can we announce the result of this fight?"

Bai Qingqing also recovered from the series of changes in the world at this time, she took a deep look at Chen Luo, and suddenly smiled, charming and charming for a moment.

"Wan Anbo is so talented, the little fox admires him! The human race is indeed rich and talented, and the people are outstanding. This time, we, the monster race, admit defeat!"

Bai Qingqing's charming appearance of admitting defeat was instantly spread throughout the capital through the magic circle, and bursts of cheers erupted throughout the entire capital.

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"Wan Amber is mighty!"

"Wan'anbo's fortune is prosperous!"

"Wan Anbo is my pride in Beijing!"

"Wan Amber is amazing!"

"Wan Amber took that little fox..."

Um? It seems that something strange has been mixed into the cheers!

...

"Wait!"

At this moment, a Daoist figure suddenly stood up from the auditorium and asked loudly, and the voice also spread out along with the magic circle——

"The old man congratulates Wan Anbo for winning the competition!"

"But I don't understand, when did Wan Anbo become a Confucian scholar? When did he come to study hard with such a righteous spirit!"

"Please ask Wan Amber to clarify the confusion!"

The cheers stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Chen Luo again...

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