I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The morning in Zhongjing is getting colder and colder.

Chen Luo stomped his feet and exhaled a cloud of white air.

Today, Qingwei and his group will return to Shouyang Mountain, and Chen Xuan, who is naturally still awake, will be brought back together by them.

Chen Luo looked at Chen Xuan who was still sleeping soundly, and now his face was flushed, and he felt a little bit reluctant in his heart.

Speaking of which, Chen Xuan was considered the person he was most familiar with, but the two of them really spent only a few days together.

It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is weak and the flowers are gone.

The spring silkworms are exhausted when the silkworms die, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears dry up.

Xiaojing, but melancholy cloud temples change, Ye Yin should feel the moonlight cold.

There are no many ways to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is attentive to visit.

Let’s say goodbye today, you are in Xianshan, I am in the world of mortals, I don’t know when we will meet again——

"Luo'er, remember to come to Shouyang Mountain in three months and choose the secret realm." Qingwei reminded, "By then, Xuan'er should also wake up."

Chen Luo: (￣w￣;)

The atmosphere is gone...

Watching the auspicious purple clouds grow out of the soles of the feet of the Great Celestial Master and his party, supporting the group of people, and disappearing in front of own's eyes in Setsuna, Chen Luo breathed out a mouthful of white mist.

Chen Xuan, let's go...

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"Lu Tong!" Chen Luo shouted, "Go and post a message to Liu Daru, saying that I invite him to drink! Let him decide the place!"

...

In the empty imperial garden, there were only Ye Heng and Yan Baichuan, and even Hou An, who was always inseparable, stood guard at the gate of the imperial garden.

Since Martial God revoked the Confucian magical powers in the imperial garden, and no longer made the imperial garden colorful all year round, at this moment, the chrysanthemums have also withered, and only the row of plum blossoms has grown red buds.

"Your Majesty!" Yan Baichuan looked at Ye Heng's back and called softly.

If the two of them continue to stand like this, they will miss the early morning hour.

"Uncle Yan..." Ye Heng sighed with exhaustion in his voice, and Yan Baichuan was startled. This was Ye Heng's name for own when he was not enthroned in the early years, and he hadn't heard it for decades.

"The minister is here." Yan Baichuan saluted respectfully.

"Qu'er is dead..." Ye Heng said calmly.

Yan Baichuan was taken aback for a moment, and then an expression of disbelief flashed on his face: "Waste... Ye Qu is dead?"

Ye Heng turned around, his eyes were red and swollen, obviously after crying for a long time: "Throw yourself into a well and die!"

Yan Baichuan frowned, as if thinking of something, he hesitated to speak.

Ye Heng walked slowly towards the pavilion, Yan Baichuan followed suit.

"I know what you want to say, Uncle Yan. I asked my ancestors to check it for myself, and there is no trace of human hands."

"It can only be said that Qu'er's temperament is too bad."

Yan Baichuan cupped his hands slightly: "My condolences to Your Majesty."

Ye Heng walked slowly towards the small pavilion in the imperial garden, and said, "Since I ascended the throne, I dare not slack off in the slightest. After all, I neglected Qu'er's teachings and brought him to where he is today."

"If there is a mistake, he will take three points and I will take seven."

"I know that Uncle Yan and Sima Lie have a very close friendship. Can Uncle Yan come forward and ask Mr. Sima to be one or two years old in the history books so that Qu'er can have a face. This is the last thing my father can do for him."

Yan Baichuan nodded: "The veteran will handle this matter."

Ye Heng nodded, and said: "This matter happened because of Wan'anbo, but it has nothing to do with Wan'anbo. It's all his own fault. Chen Luo opened Martial Dao, which is the hope of my human race. I don't care about the queen's dignity. I can't issue an order to comfort you. I also ask Uncle Yan to come forward and comfort me for a while."

"Young man, it's inevitable that you will be impatient, and you must not let him separate from me, Daxuan, because of the grievance Qu'er gave him."

"Daxuan, the Daxuan of my Ye family, and also the Daxuan of the human race."

"Qu'er is my son, he is a citizen of Daxuan, and he is also my son."

Yan Baichuan looked at Ye Heng, bowed deeply for a while, "Old minister, on behalf of Wan Anbo, thank you for your kindness."

...

Zhongjing, Wanbao Building.

Ye Dafu sat at the most conspicuous position in the auction venue, looking ready to go. The accountant beside him introduced it carefully in his ear.

"My lord, in this auction, there are three Buddhist relics, one Bodhisattva relic and two Arhat relics. However, the Bodhisattva relic seems to have been cracked, and the estimated price is about 300 Heavenly Dao crystals."

"There are also three broken arms of the barbarian barbarian king, which is equivalent to the Great Confucianism of the Gewu Realm. This is a good thing. It is most suitable for tempering and killing barbarian Confucian treasures. The estimated price will not be less than three hundred and thirty Heavenly Dao crystals."

"These two items were just announced the day before yesterday, and most people here are here for these two items."

Ye Dafu raised his eyebrows: "Buddhist Bodhisattva, barbarian barbarian king, who sent these for auction, bloody."

The accountant shook his head: "The rules of Wanbao Building do not reveal the seller's information."

Ye Dafu yawned: "It has nothing to do with us, we are here for the sapling of the spirit fruit tree. I'll sleep for a while, and call me when I arrive."

"By the way, pay attention to who took the photos of those two things? It's fine if you don't have a festival with us. If there is a festival, let the dead men in the house help them luck."

...

"Okay, the next lot is a seedling of a spiritual fruit tree." The auctioneer introduced, "The spiritual fruit tree can produce spiritual fruit. A fruit tree produces more than 800 pieces every year."

"Taking spirulina will help young children start to read Talent."

"According to Bansheng's observation, it can increase the chance by 10%. Although the effect is not very strong, but the quantity is large, it is a must-have good tree for aristocratic families!"

"The starting price is thirty Heavenly Dao crystals!"

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, Ye Dafu's lazy voice sounded.

"Thirty yuan and one tael!"

Everyone looked sideways, and when they saw that it was Ye Dafu, their faces showed such an appearance.

"Forty yuan." A child of an aristocratic family shouted.

"Forty yuan and one tael." Ye Dafu shouted again.

The child of that family looked at Ye Dafu: "Ye Dafu, can you hurry up!"

After finishing speaking, he shouted again: "Seventy yuan!"

He directly doubled the price.

Ye Dafu sighed: "Seventy yuan and one tael!"

That aristocratic family's son was disgusted, but he didn't dare to yell anymore, because if he yelled again, the market price of the kailing fruit tree would be higher. He still had the funds left to bid for the Buddha and Man items, so he died down.

Until the auctioneer urged again and again, no one bid again, and finally regretted dropping the hammer.

With a smile on his face, Ye Dafu immediately sent the accountant to handle the handover. He plans to be a melon eater for the next Buddha and Man auctions.

At this moment, a shopkeeper of Wanbao Building suddenly ran up to the auction stage, whispered something to the auctioneer, who nodded, and then tapped the small hammer in his hand.

"Everyone, the situation has changed. We have just received a new auction commission."

"So temporarily advance this commission."

"The client is the Yan family of Huasheng family!"

"The auction item is a semi-holy cultural treasure!"

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, the audience erupted. The usually calm wealthy children stood up one after another, looked at the auctioneer on the stage, and asked loudly——

"Miss Yafei, are you right? Is it a semi-saint cultural treasure, not a great Confucian cultural treasure?"

"Miss Yafei, you are talking about Yan Kexuan Yan Sheng's Yan family?"

"Miss Yafei, I'm short of funds, can I postpone the auction for two days?"

All of a sudden, the auction house was filled with excitement, and there was a burst of tongue-twisting spring thunder: "Silence!"

The coercion of positive mood swept the audience.

This is the town building master of Wanbaolou.

Everyone in Setsuna fell silent.

The auctioneer, Ms. Yafei, calmed down, said in a soft voice——

"Everyone, what the Yan family wants to auction is not the semi-sacred treasure itself."

"It's about being qualified as a semi-sacred treasure."

"Before Yan Sheng fell, he left behind a picture of fishing for an old man. You must have heard of it."

"It's a treasure created by the collaboration between Yan Sheng and Liu Wenzong. On it is a poem handed down by Liu Wenzong."

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away,"

"Thousands of people disappeared."

"Lonely boat and hat man,"

"Fishing snow in the cold river alone."

"This cultural treasure has caught a barbarian emperor to death, and even injured a barbarian god."

"The barbarian fought back desperately, staining the picture of fishing old men with blood, turning winter into autumn, obliterating Liu Wenzong's poems, and changing the artistic conception of the picture of fishing old men."

"For hundreds of years, the Yan family has tried to add new poems to Diao Sou Tu to reproduce the prestige of the semi-sacred cultural treasure, but they failed in the end."

"Today, the Yan family decided to auction ten quotas. Those who get the quota can try to write poems for Diaosoutu within ten years. As long as Diaosoutu can reproduce the power of semi-sacred cultural treasures, it will be given as a gift."

After listening to Yafei's narration, the scene calmed down.

All of you present here are big figures with clear hands and eyes, and everyone knows about "The Picture of the Old Man". Since it was blood-stained by the barbarian god, this "The Picture of the Old Man" has actually become an ordinary painting and calligraphy, without a half-death.

If one wanted to reproduce the power of the past, the poem to fill in the title must have a holy level of Tianwei. Back then, Liu Wenzong borrowed the murderous aura of the cold winter in the world to exert such power.

Everyone also understands that the Yan family actually is not greedy for the price of the auction quota. After all, the head of the Yan family said many years ago that whoever can make "The Picture of Fishing the Old Man" shine again will be given as a gift.

Dangdang painted the Holy Family, and there are still a few semi-saint treasures in the town house.

With this trick today, I am afraid that in the past hundred years, countless self-esteemed talents have taken the initiative to come to ask for supplementary poems and essays, so they have added such a threshold.

That being said, it's not that alluring.

To put it bluntly, who in their family didn't send someone to Yan's house to try to write a poem!

After so many years, who succeeded?

But at this moment, Ye Dafu was ecstatic in his heart, his fat face was full of smiles.

He was taking Heavenly Dao crystals out of the storage bag piece by piece.

"Inscribing poems, who can compare to my Dage!"

"Dage, I'll advance the money for you first, and you'll lend me the money."

"Nine times out and thirteen times out! My dear brothers, I still have to make it clear."

"Half-holy cultural treasure, Dage, you are about to pick up the treasure."

...

Ah Choo!

Chen Luo sneezed.

Well, it seems that the weather is getting colder and colder, so I need to get some thick clothes...

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