I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Walking into the lobby, Sima Lie slowed down his pace. Chen Luo glanced around and hesitated slightly. The layout of this lobby is very similar to the layout of his own Three Kingdoms mysterious space.

In the lobby, there are also several statues, which seem to be placed in a mysterious order, not messy, but with a faint sense of resonance.

"This is the semi-sage historian of our human race in various eras." Sima Lie explained.

Chen Luo hurriedly saluted the statues, followed Sima Lie to the middle of the hall, and Sima Lie stopped in his tracks.

"Brother Song must have told you about the role of historians in Confucianism?"

Chen Luo nodded and said, "The fourth brother said that historians can consolidate the family, country and world of great Confucians!"

Sima Lie smiled proudly: "That's right, if there were no vicissitudes of time for the historians, no matter how small the words are, whether the family and the country are the world, they are just a glimpse of the years, the geese pass without a sound, and the wind passes without a trace."

"The most important thing for historians is the inheritance of civilization. We often ridicule the monster race for relying on their bloodline ancestors. In fact, the same is true for our human race."

"It's just that the bloodline of my human ancestors is not the bloodline of each family, but the mighty history of thousands of years."

"The past is the teacher of the future, this is the root of our human race's continuous progress. I like your saying, "The country has talents from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years." Only talented people can stand on the top of the wave by following the path opened by the senior."

"Only by carrying forward the past can the future be opened."

Chen Luo saluted respectfully, and said, "I'll teach you, kid."

Sima Lie frankly accepted Chen Luo's salute. This was not a teaching between master and apprentice, but an exhortation from the senior of the same clan to the younger generation.

Reaching out to support Chen Luo, Sima Lie asked, "Have you seen other people's homes and countries?"

Chen Luo recalled for a moment, he had seen Wei Yan's and Song Tuizhi's, nodded: "I have seen a few, it seems to be no different from my human race's territory."

Sima Lie stroked his beard with one hand, and asked again: "Have you ever seen the family, country, and world of the historian?"

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't have this.

Sima Lie stretched out his hand, touched Chen Luo's forehead, and said, "Don't resist!"

Sima Lie's finger touched the center of Chen Luo's eyebrows. Chen Luo felt his body lighten, and the sound of a rushing river came to his ears. When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing with Sima Lie on top of a rushing river.

"This is……"

"The old man's home country is the world!"

"The family, country and world of the historian family is to build the long river of own history!"

Chen Luo was a little shocked, this mighty long river is much more majestic than the boring mountains and rivers of the fourth senior brother.

This feeling must not be known to that fourth senior brother of Tsundere.

Otherwise, the jar of vinegar will be overturned.

"Mr. Sima is mighty!"

Sima Lie smiled lightly: "It's nothing. Back then, a senior historian revealed his long history to Li Qinglian, which scared Li Qinglian into writing an eternal masterpiece."

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning."

"Don't you see, Mingjing Gaotang's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening."

Chen Luo suddenly realized that it is no wonder that "the morning becomes green silk and the evening becomes snow". It turns out that it is a long river of history.

"That's right." Sima Lie seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Chen Luo, "That historian senior used to teach the world with historiography. Although he is a great Confucian, he likes to be called Master, and the world calls him Master Cen!"

Chen Luo was startled.

Fuck!

Mr. Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will toast, don't stop drinking!

The most famous three-person wine game in history, one of them is a member of your historian!

This is a big row of noodles added to the noodles - the whole big row of noodles!

Sima Lie led Chen Luo towards the downstream of the long river of history, and introduced as he walked: "Historians are different from other Confucian students. We use the awe-inspiring righteousness as the foundation to cultivate the ups and downs. In addition to the Heavenly Dao, we also use history. The power of the long river, so our home country and the world are all like the image of the long river."

Sima Lie pointed to a churning wave, and said: "Look at that wave, it may be a previous figure in the old man's history books, or it may be a historical event."

"In the future, if there is a great historian who makes things difficult for you, don't get caught up in his long river of history, otherwise he can use the events and characters in the long river of history to attack you."

"Historians' attack power is the highest among Confucianism, not only the rise and fall of Qi has the effect of time, but more importantly, an excellent historian, his hole card may be an era in his writing!"

"Of course, it won't exceed the power of the great historian himself, but it's also difficult enough."

Chen Luo's heart moved, if he finished "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", wouldn't it be...

Sima Lie glanced at Chen Luo, knowing what Chen Luo was thinking, and sighed: "It's a pity for you boy."

"why?"

"Your long river of romance is somewhat similar to the long river of history, but it is illusory after all. Heavenly Dao can give you the power of counselors and generals in the book, which is essentially the same as you gain power from writing martial arts. But Heavenly Dao can't give you the power of an era. Blessing."

"Because it never existed."

Chen Luo also sighed, he naturally understood Sima Lie's meaning, but it was really uncomfortable to pour such a big basin of cold water.

"Okay, okay." Seeing Chen Luo's dejected look, Sima Lie patted Chen Luo's back and smiled again, "Didn't I say I would give you a chance? Don't be discouraged."

Only then did Chen Luo remember the purpose of this trip, and asked again: "Old man, don't be fooled, what is the opportunity?"

Sima Lie said: "No hurry, we will be there soon, look..."

Sima Lie kept moving forward, Chen Luo looked up, and when the mist of water vapor in front dissipated, Chen Luo's pupils suddenly widened.

He saw a long river with barely visible sides.

No, this is the sea!

Compared with Wang Yang in front of him, Sima Lie's long river of history is simply a small tributary.

If Chen Luo remembered correctly, they were going downstream.

The lower reaches of the long river of history, that is...

"This place is called Future Sea!"

Chen Luo looked at Sima Lie with some doubts.

You historians, there is something.

"The sea of ​​the future is the end of the long river of history, and it is also the starting point of the long river of history. The future at this moment is the past at that moment. The reason behind it is infinitely mysterious." Sima Lie said, "Your chance lies within."

"Inside?" Chen Luo was taken aback.

This means that you want to jump into the sea?

"You have the power of time, and you can enter the future sea without worrying."

"In the sea of ​​the future, there are countless time treasures. What you can get depends on your own."

"Seize the opportunity, Haiyi Jiazi will show up only once in the future, and it will be connected with us for a long time. It is the unique treasure house of historians. This time it will be considered cheap for you."

When Chen Luo heard this, he was puzzled: "That is to say, there are other people entering the future sea?"

Sima Lie nodded: "Historians with a third rank Confucian grade or above can open up the long river of history alone, and naturally they can also connect to the sea of ​​the future. But to bring people in, at least the second rank must know the environment. As far as I know, those who can enter the sea , less than a hundred people. You may not be able to meet this vast future."

Chen Luo was even more puzzled: "Mr. Sima, can you go in?"

You have to ask clearly, if you find a treasure and then meet a great Confucian, would you give it or not?

Sima Lie smiled: "Future Sea, Future Sea, as the name suggests, is for the future. Apart from protection from the vicissitudes of life, there is a limit to the age of those who enter the sea. This old man has already passed that age."

"Don't worry, the cultivation of historians is the most difficult. Don't say you meet a great Confucian, even if you want to meet a master, it will be difficult."

Chen Luo relaxed a little, thought of something again, and was about to ask, Sima Lie looked impatient: "There is no end, hurry down!"

As he spoke, Sima Lie raised his leg and kicked Chen Luo's ass, and Chen Luo fell from mid-air into the sea of ​​the future...

...

Lingzhou, Bamboo Forest.

A blue smoke slowly rises in the bamboo forest.

The flames of a small bonfire danced, and the tender white bamboo shoots were carefully picked from the tip of the bamboo shoots, strung on small wooden sticks, and rolled back and forth.

The brush supported by the hairs just plucked from the iron-eating beast was dipped in sesame oil and spread evenly on the bamboo shoots. When the sesame oil dripped down, the flames jumped for joy as if they had taken some tonic.

A small white and greasy hand picked up a pinch of snowflake fine salt, sprinkled it on the bamboo shoots, and coated it with another layer of oil.

In Lingzhou, pepper is naturally indispensable.

The red chili noodles sprinkled down, and instantly became alluring in an instant.

After tossing back and forth twice, the pretty girl put the tip of the roasted bamboo shoot to her nose and smelled it, nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and shouted: "Girl, the tip of the bamboo shoot is ready!"

The girl sitting on the bamboo bench not far away was dressed in white, with a blue ribbon tied around her hair. She was frowning at this moment, and even the bamboo forest was leaning slightly towards her, as if she was afraid that the sun would shine into her eyes. As if she didn't hear the little maid's call, she looked at the eight snow-white scales in front of her and muttered to herself.

"Why is it the image of a dragon fighting in the wild again!"

"The senior brother, the second senior sister, the fourth senior brother, and the cheap little junior brother they picked up are all outside."

"Who is it talking about?"

"No, I'm going to talk to the Master."

Thinking of this, the fairy-like girl stood up, walked in front of the little maid, picked up a bunch of grilled bamboo shoots, and ate them while talking: "Let's go, little bamboo shoots."

The little maid hurriedly stomped out the bonfire, patted Ruqun: "Okay."

...

Shouyang Mountain.

Everyone knows that the Great Heavenly Master brought back a female disciple last time.

People in the Taoist sect, Dao's heart is pure, whether it is beautiful or not actually is not too concerned, mainly because it is comfortable to watch.

That's the case with the newly promoted Daoist elder sister, she looks very comfortable.

Unfortunately, has been asleep.

It is said that he is absorbing the Taoism of a Daoist in the Broken Soul Realm.

Doesn't that mean that as long as you don't fall in the middle, you are guaranteed to be a first rank Soul Broken Realm?

Tsk tsk tsk, Dao luck is prosperous.

At this moment, in the White Jade Palace.

The seven celestial masters and one top Taoist split on the Eight Trigrams formation, while Chen Xuan closed her eyes and hovered above the Eight Trigrams diagram.

A steady stream of divine and soul power was introduced into Chen Xuan's consciousness through formation, helping Chen Xuan sort out the principles in her body and help her absorb them.

Chen Xuan's brows suddenly frowned slightly.

Qingwei hastily said: "Everyone hold on for a while, Xuan'er's soul can already accommodate the Daoist Elder Sister."

Qingxuan, who was sitting in the Xun seat, said with a smile: "Eldest brother, don't worry, this is the legacy disciple of the elder sister. Even if I exhaust all the power of the soul, I will make her wake up safely!"

The rest of the celestial masters nodded.

At this time, the top Daoist sitting on the Kun position suddenly said: "Felestial masters, nephew Xuan will wake up for a moment, and the body will instantly carry the power of the Daoist of the Broken Soul Realm. At that time, how to draw it out is the key step, otherwise the physical body will be destroyed." Crash, lose your mind, please be prepared!"

All the celestial masters became serious when they heard this.

...

In the city of Zhongjing.

The Xie family is not considered a powerful person in Zhongjing, but they can be regarded as a wealthy businessman. Among other things, only in Zhongjing and Zhili, 90% of the pens, inks, paper, and inkstones belong to the Xie family, and the Xie family owns 30% of the Four Treasures of the Study in the world.

Yes, not one, but four!

Everyone knows how the Xie family made their fortune, but no one can see how the Xie family made their fortune, as if he was right under people's noses, looking at him, suddenly turning into a giant in the blink of an eye giant.

Even today's Holy Majesty personally ranked the Patriarch of Xie's family as the first when meeting merchants, and even bestowed a plaque: Home of the Four Treasures!

Although the head of the family, Xie Kui, is now just a master of the fifth rank enlightenment realm, but wherever he goes, he is the standard of a great Confucianism, and sometimes even a great Confucianism greets him with a smile.

Some people jokingly said that if Xie Kui was ruthless, the difficulty of reading in this world would increase by 10%.

There are really good people who do the math and find that this joke is true, at least in terms of the cost of studying.

However, now such a great Confucian businessman who can influence the world is like a well-behaved little book boy, standing in front of an exquisite small courtyard, looking at the back sitting in the courtyard with admiration, and respectfully said: "Master Fang, Then Chen Luo went to Chunqiu Hall."

Master Fang's chess hand paused, and pondered for a moment: "According to the time, it should be that the sea of ​​the future has opened, and it must be Sima Lie who gave Chen Luo a favor."

The white chess fell, looking at the chess situation, it seems that just one more move can encircle and suppress a big dragon of black chess.

"It's okay, we can't change the overall situation!" Master Fang said lightly, looking at the chess game on the chessboard that could be won with just one more move, he suddenly smiled and stretched out his hand to mess up the chessboard.

"time to go……"

...

The long river of history, the sea of ​​the future.

Chen Luo was facing a fierce shark right now.

He was also very confused, as soon as he fell into the sea, he landed in front of this big guy.

Chen Luo swallowed, looked at the shark, tried to raise his hand, and said hello.

"Hey, are you a treasure?"

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