I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Chen Luo was also dazed at this time, staring at Song Tuizhi who was standing across from him.

"You just wrote four words?" Song Tuizhi's eyes seemed to lift Chen Luo up and shake him to see if he had saved the manuscript.

Chen Luo has an expression that I really don't have one, and that book writers don't do that.

"But..." Before Song Tuizhi finished speaking, he frowned slightly, and pulled Chen Luo out of the study.

Chen Luo was stunned by the sight in front of him.

For the first time, he saw so many circles of space twisting.

Are the Avengers assembled?

Song Tuizhi blocked Chen Luo behind, and said via voice transmission: "Don't leave me half step."

Chen Luo nodded desperately, he felt that as long as he was a little away from Song Tui, he would be arrested by a great Confucian and locked into a small black room!

Not surprisingly, the first person to show up was Wen Xiang.

After Yan Baichuan appeared, he was not so anxious, his eyes fell on Chen Luo, and he didn't speak, just waiting.

Then there was Zhou Zuofeng, the Prime Minister, who asked as soon as he appeared, "What did you write again?"

"Zhou Zuofeng, be careful!" A low shout sounded, and Sima Lie appeared third, took out a treasure pen and a history book in his hand, and asked as if to write, "Are you trying to provoke my historian?"

Zhou Zuofeng glared at Sima Lie, but did not speak again, but Sima Lie looked at Chen Luo with piercing eyes: "Little friend, is the book you mentioned earlier written? The words are still in my ears, and the history is long. It will trigger such visions, but this long river of history is illusory, what is going on?"

Just as Chen Luo was about to explain, another figure appeared in the small courtyard, until finally, Hou An, the chief eunuch, also appeared.

"Wan Amber, His Majesty asked me to ask, what happened?"

Chen Luo looked at the densely packed Confucian scholars standing in the yard, and wanted to smile but couldn't. Just now Song Tuizhi told him that the lowest level of Confucianism present is second rank.

These aren't cuties who are always yelling for blades.

These are the big guys who will really make you 404!

Oh, right.

Chen Luo looked at Hou An again.

There is also a permission dog!

How to do?

Do you tell them that they only wrote a title?

Just at this time, the illusory river of history in the sky slowly disappeared, and the seven-colored beam of light re-formed into the four characters "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and fell down. Only then did everyone see clearly that the seven-colored beam of light turned out to be formed by these four characters.

"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Zhou Zuofeng showed doubts.

"Xiaoya said: Acting, wide and far away, the romance should be a deduction and a detailed explanation." Yan Baichuan glanced at the political minister with disgust, then looked at Chen Luo, "Your Romance of the Three Kingdoms is going to use three country to tell a truth?"

Chen Luo froze for a moment, then nodded.

"I don't know why?" Yan Baichuan continued to ask.

Chen Luo was about to answer "The general trend of the world, the long-term division must be united, and the long-term must be divided", when he suddenly thought that the general trend of division and combination did not seem to be suitable for this world, and he was stunned for a while.

At this moment, Sima Lie's eyes lit up, and he recited: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Whether it is success or failure, the head is empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the river with white hair and woodcutters, I am used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze, happy meeting with a pot of turbid wine, so many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed and talked about!"

Most of the people present had never heard this poem before, and they were all shocked when they heard it, and then they recited it softly over and over again, praising: "Good poem! Daru Sima, this poem is your new work, it should be a poem handed down by historians!"

"Exactly, this word is wonderful, generous and tragic, and the vicissitudes of life are all in the poem."

"However, this word creates an atmosphere of indifference and tranquility, with lofty artistic conception and profound meaning!"

"Sima Daru can write this word, isn't it one step closer to becoming a saint?"

All of a sudden there were voices of praise, and Sima Lie quickly said, "No, no. This is made by little friend Chen Luo."

"Huh?" For a moment, the faces of these great Confucians who would not change their faces even if the landslides and grounds were torn apart all twitched and looked at Chen Luo again.

"What I mean is, Chen Luo's Romance of the Three Kingdoms, could it be the reasoning of this poem?" Sima Lie let Chen Luo enjoy the astonishment of the Confucians for a moment, and then he spoke again.

Chen Luo nodded quickly: "Exactly!"

Zhou Zuofeng narrowed his eyes: "Then... where are the books?"

Chen Luo smiled awkwardly, quietly moved half step behind Song Tui, and shrugged: "I haven't written yet!"

silence!

Terrible silence!

The backyard of Wan'anbo Mansion was silent!

According to the description of the great Confucianism who was present, some Confucianists were murderous at that time.

There are poems to prove it:

The soaring vision shocked the great Confucianism,

The hermit from the deep mountain came out of the thatched cottage.

Why did the murderous intention arise out of thin air?

Only the title but no book!

...

"Ahem..." Sima Lie's voice sounded again, breaking the calm.

"The book was not completed, but a vision occurred. My little friend, your Romance of the Three Kingdoms reminded me of a book." Sima Lie smiled slightly, "Shangshu! It is the first historical work. It opened my historian. When the title of the book is engraved, the historian's giant gate is pushed open, and the long river of history rushes out of the giant gate."

"Xiaoyou's Romance of the Three Kingdoms is the first to integrate romances into one and open a long river of romances. The power of time is also exuded in this long river. The old man can feel that the long river of romances is the same as the long river of history. The ups and downs of the years and the changes in the world have unexpectedly It seems that there is a real historical undercurrent in it, and the old man is looking forward to it!"

After speaking, Sima Lie bowed to Chen Luo cupped hands.

Chen Luo naturally knew that Sima Lie was helping him out, and he was also reminding other great scholars not to have any bad thoughts, so he quickly returned his salute and thanked him.

Zhou Zuofeng asked: "When will the book be written?"

Chen Luo frowned, to be honest, he really didn't know. If writing every character is like writing the four characters "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", then you can't finish writing in one hundred or eighty years.

But if the text is written the same as The Legend of the Condor Heroes, it will probably only take a few days.

Wen Xiang met Chen Luo with a bitter expression on his face, and looked at Sima Lie again: "Mr. Sima, is it difficult to write history books?"

Sima Lie sighed: "History books are thick, each word weighs more than a thousand catties, and it has to stand the test of the long river of history, so naturally it is extremely slow!"

"Try it now!" Wen Xiang waved his hand, and a desk appeared in front of Chen Luo.

Chen Luo understood that Wen Xiang asked himself to write for others to read, which meant that even if he was tied up, it would still be at this speed, so Song Tuizhi didn't stop him. So Chen Luo circulated the freshly recovered mortal energy, picked up a brush and wrote "The first time..."

"Huh? It is indeed more difficult and more consuming than writing Shooting the Condors, but it is much smaller than writing the four words in the title."

After a moment of induction, Chen Luo immediately continued to write

"For the first time, we feasted on the Taoyuan hero's three sworn brothers, beheaded the head of the Yellow Turban hero and performed meritorious service."

Well, at this speed, I can write about once a day.

Chen Luo put down his pen and roughly stated his own judgment.

Wen Xiang nodded, then looked at the other great Confucian scholars, and said, "Let's go. Leave this matter to the attention of others."

The other great Confucians nodded slightly, and cupped their hands towards Chen Luo, and then their figures disappeared.

After a while, all the Confucian scholars in the courtyard disappeared, only Sima Lie stayed for a while, inviting Chen Luo to visit the Spring and Autumn Hall when he had time, and then left the Earl's Mansion.

Only then did Chen Luo look at Song Tuizhi: "Brother, why do I feel a little strange?"

It was only at this time that Chen Luo came to his senses. He had never received so much attention from great Confucians before when he wrote Xiaoao and God Sculpture. Today, why did Sima Lie and Yan Baichuan speak out to help again and again.

"Hey..." Song Tuizhi sighed, "Junior Junior Brother, you must finish writing this book."

"As long as you finish writing, most of the great scholars in the world will owe you favors."

...

In the study, Song Tuizhi explained to Chen Luo in detail.

"Confucianism, you know it, but Confucianism can give birth to Confucianism."

"When a Confucian scholar is promoted to a master, the Confucian mind will turn into a literary palace."

"If the master is promoted to a great Confucian again, the Palace of Literature will evolve into a region, known as the family country and the world!"

"After the Great Confucianism, all the principles and all the explorations will be integrated into the family, country and world."

"Among the Confucian classics, the most obvious help to the family, the country, and the world, and the one that can most unite and stabilize the Canadian world are history books!"

"So all great Confucians, even if they don't study historians, will at least write a history book to suppress their family and country."

"It's just that if you can't elucidate new truths, then the suppression effect of history books is limited. But history books are scarce, and the way to elucidate them is almost getting more and more difficult."

"That's why those wealthy families almost have family histories, which will never be leaked! Therefore, the chances of their families becoming great Confucians are far greater than those of poor families."

"Junior Brother, although your Romance of the Three Kingdoms is an illusory novel, it actually has the effect of a long history, and it is the first book to be opened. Naturally, there are not a few great Confucianists who are so thought-provoking."

"If it doesn't work, it's nothing more than reading one more book, but what if it's okay?"

Chen Luo took a deep breath and blinked suddenly: "Senior brother, do you need it too? Then I'll write it out for you first!"

Song Tuizhi smiled lightly, and patted Chen Luo on the head: "No need. My bamboo forest naturally has its own history book. If you want to read it in the future, the teacher will pass it on to you."

"Remember, my bamboo forest's secret history book is called the Bamboo Book Chronicle!"

Chen Luo: #Д!

Although the things recorded are definitely different, but it is definitely not easy to call this name!

Where do you really want to take a look when you have time!

...

Back in the study, Chen Luo spread out the paper again.

I thought Romance of the Three Kingdoms had no effect, but I didn't expect it to be so effective!

Not to mention whether there are other functions, this one "stabilize the family, the country and the world" alone is worthy of the title of "Four Great Masterpieces"!

Let the world's great scholars owe me a favor?

What if there are one or two great Confucianists who are promoted to semi-saints in the end?

Obediently, I can't think, I can't think!

When I think about it, I feel like I'm floating.

Write!

You have to write it out no matter what!

Write it out for the first time today.

Can't wait for those big fans!

Chen Luo suddenly became full of energy and began to write!

This first chapter shows the background of Shichangshi's rebellion and the Yellow Turban uprising. Of course, Zhang Jiao, the name of Chen Luo, a great virtuous teacher, must be changed.

Isn't this taboo!

Wouldn't it be good to change it to a "scattered person without beginning"?

Then there was the blockbuster "Taoyuan Three Knots", followed by the Yellow Turban Army, who beat Dong Zhuo wolf to the tomb, was seen by the three brothers, went up and rushed, and rescued Dong Zhuo.

Then Dong Zhuo asked the three of them what their official positions were. Liu Bei said that he was a commoner, and Dong Zhuo ignored them. Zhang Fei was furious, and with a knife in his hand, he was about to rush into the tent and kill Dong Zhuo.

Right here, the broken ancestors appeared.

Zhang Fei, "I want to kill Dong Zhuo with a knife in the account. It's exactly: the snobbery of human beings is as old as the present, and whoever is a hero is in vain. A man who settles down quickly is like a virtue, and he stays in the fashionable heartless man!"

"After all, what is Dong Zhuo's life, let's listen to the breakdown below!"

Chen Luo wrote the last line with sweat.

Hmm... Those great Confucian scholars probably wouldn't flash in front of me with a knife in their hands.

No way, that's what Luo Guanzhong wrote!

...

So, the next day.

Zhongjing City.

"It's his mother!"

"Not a son of man!"

"Short and weak!"

"Shame of the literati!"

There was a burst of tongue bursting spring thunder.

The monster clan living in the capital city trembled, and the crowd who didn't know the truth looked confused.

At this moment, Zhongjing City

Murderous!

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